Angel was filled with jealousy as she saw Preston gently stroke the bound woman's behind. The blonde's body shuddered slightly then relaxed. Angel was filled with rage. The bitch wasn't supposed to enjoy it!
Preston leaned down and kissed Sharae gently on the cheek and moved her hair off her face. He walked out of the room after shaking a warning finger at Angel. She heard the van start up, and listened to the engine noise die away as it carried her Master from the house, leaving her alone with the two captive women.
Angel glared at Sharae. Her Master had obviously taken a liking to the blonde. He'd kissed and caressed her and not Angel. He always kissed Angel goodbye-except that morning-and she intended to do something about it.
She walked over to Sharae and removed the duct tape mittens. Preston would probably be out all day so she'd have plenty of time to do her chores after torturing the blonde, and retying her so Preston wouldn't know what happened.
Angel removed the ball-gag and collar. Sharae whined, finding it hard to close her jaw after having it held open so long. “Don't force it,” Angel said helpfully. “It'll relax.'
Sharae nodded and lay her head on the table. She watched as Angel untied the ropes holding her down. Although her legs were free, she was too exhausted to move.
Angel removed the clamps from the blonde's breasts. “Thank you,” she whispered, sighing in relief. Angel helped her sit up and the two women stared at each other for a long time. Angel's heart beat wildly. She knew why Preston liked Sharae. The woman had that doe-eyed innocence about her which could turn the strongest man into a sniveling idiot if she looked his way.
Sharae smiled softly at the slavegirl and leaned forward. Steeling herself, she placed a gentle kiss on Angel's lips. Angel backed away slightly, but Sharae darted her tongue into her mouth. Angel grabbed Sharae's head in her hands and returned the kiss with a fevered passion that surprised both women.
Angel reached around and began undoing the knots at Sharae's wrists while exploring her mouth with her tongue. Once her arms were free, Sharae immediately wrapped them around the smaller girl, pulling her close. She tugged at the hem of the skimpy nightie Angel wore.
Angel raised her arms, allowing Sharae to slip the satin material off her body. She stood naked in front of Sharae, her whole body trembling with excitement. All thoughts of punishing the blonde were replaced by strong sexual desire. Her nipples puckered in anticipation and she felt a hot tingling in her loins.
Sharae reached down and stroked Angel's thighs. Her movements were hesitant, since she was unsure if she was doing the right thing to stimulate a woman. She was going on instinct, doing what she liked done to her. She slid off the table and turned Angel around. Kneeling down in front of the slavegirl, she began playing with Angel's pussy lips. A low moan escaped Angel's throat and she leaned back against the table.
Sharae took a deep breath and dove face first into Angel's muff, her tongue licking and probing. She felt Angel shudder and was pleased she could pleasure another despite it being her first time. The stimulation was mutual.
Angel stroked Sharae's hair, occasionally yanking it as she was gripped with intense pleasure. She felt as if she were riding a large tidal wave of passion. She couldn't believe one night was all it took to break the blonde woman. She screamed out as an intense orgasm ripped through her body and panted heavily as the second release overtook her.
Angel knelt down so she was face to face with Sharae. They stared at each other for another moment, then Angel gently pushed Sharae backward so she lay on the floor. Sharae stretched out as Angel covered her body with soft kisses. Sharae quivered at the touch of another woman's lips against her skin. She was used to Joe making love to her in his mechanical way, doing only what was necessary to get the job done.
Sharae moaned as Angel's tongue found it's way to her clit, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud. She played with her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Angel's hands were everywhere, stroking her legs, stomach, breasts. She arched her back, welcoming the sexual assault on her body.
Angel nibbled on Sharae's breast and continued to finger fuck her. Sharae moaned as yet another orgasm racked her body. She was surprised she had any energy left after having the vibrator in her for hours.
After seemingly hours of pleasing one another, the two women snuggled together. Sharae stared up at the ceiling, her feelings mixed confused, with a hatred for Preston. She couldn't help the strange sense of love for his little slave. She didn't know what the feelings meant or how to deal with them, but she knew one thing she had to get out of there.
CHAPTER 10
Preston stared down at the two sleeping women, his hands balled into fists at his sides. After having a great morning on the ‘market’ he had looked forward to playing with the new merchandise. His jovial mood quickly turned dark at the sight of his slave nestled snugly in the arms of the blonde tramp.
Visions of what must have gone on while he was out played in his head. He imagined Angel's talented tongue probing deep into Sharae's crotch, pleasing her to ecstasy.
He was enraged that Angel had gone against his wishes and played with the bitch. Didn't she realize the consequences if this woman had gotten away? Sharae could have destroyed their happy little existence, sending Preston and Angel to prison. Worse than prison was the thought of being without Angel. She was more that just a slave to Preston. She was a part of him, an extension of his very being.
He glanced at Melissa, the sole witness of this betrayal. She still hung in her kneeling hogtie. She cowered under his glare and mewed pitifully through the rubber ball in her mouth.
He stalked over to the duo and knelt next to Sharae. He tapped her on the shoulder, making sure his fingers dug into her flesh.
She jerked awake and her green eyes widened as she saw him looming over her. What had happened? One minute, she was thinking about her chance to escape, and the next, she was waking up with the slavegirl in her arms. “Oh, shit,” she uttered.
“-Oh, shit’ is right, bitch,” he snarled. “Get up very carefully so you don't wake her.'
Trembling at the sight of Preston, Sharae slowly and carefully disentangled herself from Angel. Angel sighed contentedly and rolled onto her other side, still fast asleep.
Preston stood and yanked Sharae to her feet. He pushed her face down on the table, bending her at the waist. He gathered her wrists in one hand and wrapped rope around them. He cinched it down cruelly and tied the knots out of reach of her probing fingers. He also bound her elbows, pulling them tight together.
Sharae whimpered at the savage binding of her arms. “Shut the fuck up!” he hissed and slapped the back of her head.
“It hurts,” she protested and cringed as he laughed.
“It's supposed to hurt, whore.” Preston picked her up and placed her on the table. She choked back tears as she felt him binding her legs at the ankles, then above and below the knees. He quickly but securely wrapped more rope around her torso, above and below her breasts. He coiled the cord tight around the bottom of each breast then up around her neck, making a kind of harness.
She tested the ropes on instinct, even though she knew she couldn't escape from them.
He left her briefly, returning with what looked like miniature bag clips. She recognized them. She had several sitting on her desk at work. They were hard plastic heavy-duty paper clips.
He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Don't scream when I put these on your titties,” he warned. “I'll let you know when you can scream.'
“Please,” she begged. “Please don't-'
Paying no heed to her pleas, he mercilessly applied the clips to her nipples.
Sharae whined loudly as excruciating pain flared through her body from her ravaged nipples. She bit her lip so hard to keep from crying out she tasted blood.
He continued to bind her as she endured the torment of the clips. He doubled her over and bound her chin so it almost touched her knees. Taking another rope, he tied one end to her bound ankles, then laid her on her side and ran the rope to her wrists and pulled hard.
Sharae let out another painful squeal as her wrists and ankles were drawn together. One last rope was
