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 wrapped around her shins and lower back, completing the strict ball tie. Preston stepped back and looked at her.
“Okay,” he said. “You can scream now."
Sharae did scream, though not as loudly as she might have. The ropes binding her were too constricting, but it was loud enough to wake Angel.
The slave girl sat up too quickly, disorientating herself. She looked around blankly then focused on Preston and Sharae. Her jaw fell.
“Angel,” Preston said coldly.
“Master!” she cried, getting to her feet. “I–I was just-"
He held up a hand and Angel fell silent. “I'm very disappointed in you, Angel."
She bowed her head. “Yes, Master."
“What do you have to say for yourself?” His brown eyes bore into her.
“I've been naughty, Sir. I need to be punished."
Preston nodded, pleased with her response. He took her by the arm and led her to the center of the room between two poles. She obediently stepped up onto the homemade step about two feet off the floor.
He used a crank on one pole to lower a set of cuffs that were attached to the tops of the poles. He took her wrists and locked them into the padded cuffs, then turned the crank, slowly, deliberately, raising Angel's arms up above her head and spread wide. He stopped when she was on her tiptoes. Her face was contorted in concentration as she balanced herself. He gave the crank one more turn and locked it in place.
He tied a length of rope to each of her ankles, then threaded the left rope through an eyebolt at the base of the pole on the side. Pulling on the rope, he forced her foot off the step. He did the same to her right. When he was finished, his slavegirl hung in a suspended spread-eagle, her muscular body spread taut.
Preston next retrieved a gag. Angel was distressed to see he'd chosen an inflatable gag. She whimpered and writhed in midair.
Preston pushed the gag into her mouth and tightly buckled it. He pumped up the gag until it filled her whole mouth. He knew she hated it.
Leaving her dangling and mewling, he went to the cabinet and selected a riding crop. He looked at Sharae and smiled. “Wonder why I haven't gagged you yet?"
Sharae tried to shrug but it looked more like a nervous twitch.
He grinned at her. “Tell me, Slave Sharae. Where shall I begin?” He slapped the crop against his palm.
Sharae shook her head, fearfully. She was already in enough pain. She didn't want to be whipped too! Then she realized she wasn't his intended recipient-Angel was.
“Well?” he prompted. “Tell me where to whip her."
Sharae understood he wanted her to partake in Angel's punishment; he wanted her to stoop to his level.