Sharae lay staring into the darkness of the sack. What kind of madness have I stumbled into? She tugged in vain at the cuffs around her wrists and shifted her weight, trying to find some degree of comfort.
Her movements provoked a sharp yelp of pain from her companion. She tried to mumble an apology through her gag, but couldn't tell if the other woman understood.
They were both doubled over within the confines of the sack, with one's head at the other's feet. The Yin-Yang girls, Sharae thought bitterly, as the other woman twisted herself, giving Sharae a facefull of shoe. Sharae squeaked in alarm and tried to pull away. Good thing she's not wearing stiletto heels.
The other woman mumbled what sounded like an apology. Sharae knew they had to remain still or they'd kill each other. Aloud, she called out, “Try not to move!” It sounded more like, “Hi offa ooff.” She wondered if the other woman would understand.
“Oh hay,” came the muted reply.
Sharae assumed that meant “okay.” She groaned as the van hit a particularly deep pothole, and prayed the trip would be a short one.
The trip, in fact, lasted longer than Sharae thought she could endure. The other woman had been sobbing and moaning for the last half hour-or was it a full hour?
She thought of her boyfriend. He'd know something was wrong when she didn't come home. He'd alert the police and they would investigate. They'd see this nimrod's van on the surveillance tapes, trace it, then they'd hunt him down. She and the other woman would be saved!
Sharae felt a little calmer. All she had to do was wait for the police to arrive. She wouldn't have to endure the whims of this madman for long.
Angel watched out the picture window as cars drove by below. The house was set on a hill and had a long driveway, hidden from the main road. She loved the house. It was so perfect for Master Preston and her.
He was out that evening on business. She was supposed to be tying herself up for him, but she figured she still had plenty of time.
When headlights suddenly shone in the driveway, she jumped. He was home!
“Shit!” she cried and sprinted to the toy box. She grabbed several lengths of white cotton rope and tossed them on the floor. Using one of them, she quickly bound her ankles together. She was just starting on her wrists when she heard the garage door open.
Angel heard footsteps and muffled moans in the hall. She tied off her wrists the best she could before realizing she'd forgotten her gag. She panicked knowing she had no time to get it. Master Preston was not going to be happy.
The door swung open quickly and Preston entered the room, dragging his heavy, writhing sack. From her position, kneeling by his favorite chair, Angel looked up fearfully. She held her loosely bound hands up as though praying her Master wouldn't notice the lack of a gag.
Preston dropped the end of the sack, and stood shaking his head. “Waited until the last minute again, didn't you, my angel?"
She lowered her head. “Yes, Master."
“Not even a gag… Well, I'll deal with your punishment later. Fortunately for you, I'm in a very forgiving mood right now. I managed to snare two birds with one stone.” He laughed and Angel looked up with the beginnings of a hopeful smile on her lips. He motioned with his head. “Come and see."
She stood and shuffled across the room. As she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She liked the way her red bustier almost matched the color of her hair. She also liked how it lifted her breasts as if in offering to the man who had collared her.
As Angel approached, Preston opened the sack, and shook it from the closed end. The contents tumbled out onto the floor. Angel gasped when she realized he'd meant the “two birds” comment literally. There, sprawled out on the carpet, were two beautiful, bound women.