Angel gasped. What more would she have to endure for her outburst? She watched Preston pick up another length of rope.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Angel turned her back to him. He cut the ropes binding her wrists to her upper arms, then tied the new piece of rope around her left wrist. He took both her hands and bound her wrists together behind her head, like a prisoner being patted down.
She whimpered as Preston's skilled fingers began to fondle her ravaged breasts. He gently nudged her forward, stopping her at the foot of the bed.
“Stay.” He leaned down and untied her ankles, then used the same rope to fasten a tight crotchrope on her. She groaned as the cord dug into her overly sensitive woman flesh. She heard him chuckle.
“You know the rules, Angel."
“Efff ir,” she said.
“Don't disappoint me any more today."
“No, sir."
Preston finished by tying her crotchrope to the wrought iron footboard. Angel was confused. How was tying her like this punishment?
He held her head and looked her into eyes. “The jealousy you displayed earlier is unbecoming of a good slave. You must learn to suppress those feelings and accept my will without question.” He kissed her forehead and went over to Sharae. “As for you,” he said to the bound blonde, “you've no doubt been wondering how this would be different from the other punishment you witnessed."
Although he spoke to Sharae, Preston's remarks suddenly aroused Angel's curiosity as well. She remembered the previous time Sharae had watched her being punished. It was after he caught them making love. He'd forced Sharae to “call the shots,” and then he'd whipped Sharae the same way. She had unwittingly designed her own punishment that day. Now he stood there caressing her cheek with one hand while giving the other free rein over her breasts.
“The first time, you were basically an observer of Angel's discipline. This time, you're to be the main ingredient of it.” Sharae looked as confused as Angel felt.
Suddenly, he scooped Sharae up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Angel watched, horrified, as she realized what was to happen next.
Quickly, Preston tied Sharae's ankles to the bedposts, spreading her shapely legs wide. He then joined Sharae on the bed, using his knife to remove her crotchrope and what remained of her clothes. He leaned over her and began massaging her cunt. Sharae cooed and purred in delight as she shifted on her bound wrists.
“Now, Sharae,” said Preston. “Repeat what you said to me in the kitchen. Tell me why you came back here. Loud enough for Angel to hear."
He continued rubbing her pussy as she answered, deliberately making it difficult for her to speak. Angel could see how determined she was, as, slowly, Sharae overcame the sensations coursing through her body, forcing the words out one by one, interspersed with gasps and moans. “I… offer… m-my-myself… to you. Oh! Command me… Uhh! Master!"
Then he turned to Angel. “I've decided to accept Slave Sharae as my own. So you'd better get used to seeing this.” As he finished speaking, he climbed on top of Sharae and began to fuck her hard.
Angel felt the heat in her own loins as she gazed on the scene. It was such torture, being so close to something she wanted, yet unable to reach it. She felt, too, the devastating pain of watching her Master pleasure another woman-but not just any woman, one who'd be staying permanently.
Tears slid down her cheeks unchecked. Although the heartache was intense, Angel couldn't help but watch, and wish she could join in.
Melissa took in her new surroundings with a sense of dread. The cabin Joe had taken her to looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Cobwebs were everywhere. Obviously the cabin hadn't been used in awhile. She winced as he dropped her on the bed.
“How do you like your new home?” Joe asked her.
As if she could respond, she thought. Joe had stuffed her mouth with two pairs of panties and wrapped duct tape tightly around her head. Her arms were bound behind her at the wrists and elbows, and her legs were tied at the ankles and knees. The ropes were pulled so tight Melissa was sure her hands were purple by now.
She shied away from him as he approached. He untied her legs, only to retie them spread apart to the rickety old bed frame. Likewise, he retied her wrists to the frame above her head. She squeezed her eyes shut as Joe roughly entered her, not bothering to prepare her. She screamed at the painful friction and bucked her hips reflexively.
“Knock it off!” Joe hollered, smashing his fist across her face. The blow stunned her and blurred her vision. She lay still as Joe raped her while silent tears slid down her battered face as she endured the attack. She tried to picture herself in a happy place, a place where she was free of such torture, a place she probably would never see again.