Yes, my dear. Oh, yes.'
CHAPTER 12
Melissa watched in horror as Preston whipped his slave without mercy. She was relieved she wasn't in Sharae's place directing the blows. Now she heard Angel weeping in the corner, and watched as Preston administered the same whipping to Sharae. The only difference was that he suspended Sharae upside down with her legs spread wide between the two poles. Sharae received several extra strokes because she was tardy counting. Melissa was thankful Preston seemed to have forgotten about her.
At least, mostly thankful. She struggled once more to find a comfortable position. She couldn't believe how long they had kept her bound in this torturous position. Surely she had suffered damage to her limbs, especially her arms.
Suddenly she realized Preston was behind her. She hadn't noticed Sharae's whipping had stopped. Apparently he hadn't forgotten about her after all. He untied the ropes forming the hogtie holding her on her knees. Her body screamed in relief as she was finally able to flex her stiff muscles. Preston let her stretch, studying her. She shuddered at his evil grin. Almost to himself, but obviously intending her to hear, he said, “Quite a beauty, this one is. Destined to make some Master a very happy man. But first, I get my turn.'
He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to the huge bathroom. He removed the rest of the twine, tape and ropes still binding her. Using a pair of handcuffs, he locked her wrists in front of her. Melissa did nothing to resist him. She had seen his wrath, and didn't want to be on the receiving end of it.
After untying her ankles, he straightened to his full height and gazed down at her. “Would you like a bath?” he asked, his tone no longer menacing. It was soft and deep, almost inaudible. Almost-polite.
Melissa stared in shock as he removed the ball-gag.
He chuckled at her expression. “C'mon, Missy. I'm not mean all the time. Besides, you could really use the bath.'
She nodded. It was the only thing she could do. Her jaw was locked open from the ball-gag and she was still trying to close it.
He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then he helped her in and began to gently wash her, spending more time than necessary on her breasts and crotch. She sat rigid in the water, enduring his attentions. After shampooing and conditioning her hair, he helped her stand, and wrapped a huge fluffy towel around her shoulders, then he picked her up and carried her to a bedroom.
He set her on the bed and used another pair of handcuffs to secure her still-cuffed wrists to the headboard. He smiled at her. “Remember what I told you? I always get what I want.'
Melissa shuddered again. Apparently he was only nice two minutes out of each day, she thought bitterly. She watched him shed his clothes and was sickened to see his penis at attention. How could he get excited at the prospect of raping a woman? She squeezed her eyes shut as he crawled onto the bed. He leaned over her and planted a hard kiss on her mouth.
She squealed and jerked her head away, making him laugh. “I think you better relax and enjoy it, bitch. It's much easier that way.'
Tears fell from her eyes as she felt him enter her, shoving himself in roughly. She sobbed silently as the assault on her body seemed to go on for ages. She counted to one hundred forward and back. Preston finally shot his load with a loud groan and collapsed on top of her. Melissa continued to cry. She needed another bath, or maybe a thousand baths to rid her body of his violation. But even that wouldn't cleanse her.
Preston smiled at her. He freed her wrists from the handcuffs and pointed to the closet. “Pick out something to wear. We have guests coming tonight and I want you to look pretty.'
Melissa sat up and looked at the closet, then at him. How could he act so indifferent? He had just raped her and he was talking to her as if it had been a mutual thing.
“I'll be back in a couple minutes,” he said, and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Melissa jumped off the bed and quickly put on a pair of stretch pants and an oversized T-shirt. She slipped on a pair of flats, but continued searching through the numerous pairs of shoes until she found what she was looking for. A dress shoe with thick heels.
She went to the window and looked out. It was a long drop, too long to jump safely. She shook her head and positioned herself behind the door to wait for her captor to return.
Soon she heard footsteps approaching. She drew in a deep breath. The moment was here. She was going to be free.
The lock turned and the door opened slowly.
Melissa slammed the door shut and swung the shoe as hard as she could. The body crumpled to the floor and was still. Breathing heavily, Melissa looked down and gasped. Red hair fanned out around Angel's head, as she lay motionless on the floor. Blood trickled from her nose and the side of her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Melissa hissed. She hesitated only a moment, then opened the door and headed down the hallway. She wished it had been Preston, but she'd deal with him yet. Hefting the shoe in her hand, she slowly crept down the stairs.
She heard activity from the “playroom” and cautiously peeked in. Preston had lowered Sharae, and was binding her again. Melissa held her breath and tiptoed slowly behind Preston where he was concentrating on tying the ropes. It seemed to take forever to close the distance, but at last she stood within striking distance.
Just as she lifted her arm, he called out. “Angel? What's taking so-” His words were cut off as she hit him with all her strength. He cried out and slumped over, but did not pass out as Angel had. In panic, she hit him again and again, until he lay still on the floor.
Melissa felt sick and shook uncontrollably for a second. She gathered her wits and began untying Sharae. The blonde shouted into her gag, shaking her head. Melissa removed the gag. “Don't worry about me,” said Sharae. “Get some handcuffs to secure him.'
Melissa knew Sharae was right, and immediately looked around. With a room full of bondage equipment, finding a pair of handcuffs was no trouble. The metallic click sounded sweet as she gathered his wrists behind him and snapped the handcuffs on. “There,” she hissed in an angry whisper. “Let's see how you like it.'
She returned to Sharae and finished untying her. Preston groaned as slowly regain consciousness. Together, the two women fled the room and found their way to the door to the garage. They couldn't open it! It was locked with a deadbolt that required a key even from inside the house.
Quickly, they headed for the front door, but found it similarly locked. “We've got to find the keys!” screeched Melissa, beginning to panic. It was ridiculous that they couldn't get out of the house.
The women headed for the kitchen and began looking through drawers. They were so intent on searching it took a few seconds for them to become aware of a sound, like a deep growl coming from behind them. Suddenly, Sharae looked around and gasped. There stood Preston and Angel, both still bleeding.
Preston held up a ring of keys. “Looking for these?'
CHAPTER 13
Joe Adams paced his living room. His girlfriend, Sharae Stevens, was now officially missing. The police had just left after asking him numerous questions. When did he last talk to Sharae? Did they have a fight? Where was he last night? What was he doing? Who was he with? Blah, blah, blah. It was clear they suspected him.
He answered nervously, not because he had anything to hide, but because he secretly wished he'd been the one to kidnap her. No one knew of his hidden fantasies that included abducting women and forcing them to submit.
Now his fantasies were about to become a reality. If only the cops knew how close to the truth they were. He had rented a house in the suburbs and remodeled the basement to suit his needs. He had purchased coils of rope,
