Joe paced the tiny cabin wall to wall as he pondered what had happened that day. He'd taken his gun with him to Megan's, determined to find out if Preston had stolen Sharae back from him. He'd pictured Preston on his knees, begging for his life, promising to return the stolen slave. But somehow, none of that had happened. Instead, he let himself get caught up in Megan's abduction and even let Preston scold him like a child.
But more important, he'd let Preston take Megan away to sell as a slave. Now he was having second thoughts. At the time, it seemed like the perfect solution to his long standing issues with that tease. But then again, she was his brother's wife. Who was he to judge his brother's choice of mates? Sure, he thought Jon would be better off without Megan. What kind of wife lusts after her husband's brother? But perhaps his brother knew a different side of her.
After Preston had left with her, Joe stayed behind to make it look like she'd packed up and left. Her suitcases were piled in the corner of the cabin next to Melissa.
Joe smiled and gazed at his own bound slave as she writhed in her bonds. Upon his return, he had fucked her until he exploded in her twice. The adventure with Megan had left him worked up, and Melissa was the recipient of all his pent up urges. He savored his slave's pitiful cries of pain as he plunged roughly into her. Afterwards, he tied her in a strict hogtie, her head yanked back by ropes tied in her hair.
Now she stared at him over the huge white ball-gag he had jammed into her mouth. Maybe it was him, but he thought her mouth was expanding. Probably because it was always full, with either a gag or his cock, he thought gleefully.
Abruptly, his thoughts returned to Megan and what Preston was probably doing to her at that moment. “I can't let him do it,” he muttered out loud. He stood and headed toward the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at Melissa. Sighing, he went over to her and knelt down beside her. He unbuckled the gag and popped it out of her mouth.
She groaned in relief. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Tell me, Missy,” he said to her. “Do you have a husband?"
“No."
“Boyfriend?"
“Yes."
He faltered for a moment. She stared at him, questioning, but his resolve quickly returned. “Correction, my dear. You had a boyfriend-ex-boyfriend. You're my property now. You belong to me, forever."
Her eyes filled with tears that slid down her bruised cheeks. “Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone,” she begged. “Just let me go home."
He shook his head. “You didn't say please,” he sneered, silently cursing himself for letting his conscience get to him. Who cared if the bitch had a husband or boyfriend? Eventually they'd forget she even existed and go on with their lives.
“Please!"
“Too late, cunt.” He held the gag up. “Open up!"
Her lower lip quivered and fresh tears fell to the floor.
“Now!” he yelled and slapped her hard on her bare ass.
She yelped and he took the opportunity to stuff the ball back into her mouth. He buckled the straps tight around her head.
He stood and stepped over her to get to Megan's stuff. He picked up the purse and shook the contents out over Melissa. Might as well have lunch on Megan's dime, he thought. Melissa whimpered as she was pelted with an array of cosmetics, loose change and other items.
His attention was caught by a folded piece of paper that fluttered to the floor. It had the words ‘BABY SHOWER’ printed neatly on the outside. He picked it up and opened it, curious. It was a copy of an email sent by Megan to her friends. She had invited them over to celebrate her five year wedding anniversary and… their first child. Megan was pregnant!
Joe's heart stopped for a second. “Oh my God,” he whispered, wincing as he remembered the savage blow Preston had given Megan to subdue her. Right in the abdomen.
There was no doubt in his mind now. He'd done the wrong thing. It was time for him to set things right, even if that meant letting Megan turn him in for assisting in her kidnapping.
“Looks like you'll be going home after all, Missy,” he told the bound woman, his voice heavy with resignation. He tossed the card aside and stood. But wait, he thought. Maybe there's a way to avoid going to jail. He grinned. Why not just get Megan and bring her back here? After the baby was born they could run away to Mexico together. He wouldn't mind raising the child. He always wanted a baby. And Megan would be grateful to him for saving her.
Having decided, he set out for Preston's at once, driving like a madman. He was on a mission now and nothing was going to stand in his way.
Angel hummed as she strolled down the aisles of the supermarket, tossing various items into the cart. Since Preston had finally finished her new collar, she was allowed to go into town alone. Although he knew she would never leave him, he still wanted to be in control. The new collar was fitted with a GPS tracking device. It would tell Preston exactly where she was whenever he wanted to know. It thrilled her to wear it, knowing she was under his control at all times.
She smiled sweetly at the cashier as he started to ring up her purchases. She tried not to laugh as he gawked at her breasts, which were barely concealed in her flimsy tank top, then at the collar around her neck.
Soon, she had the groceries packed in the trunk of the car and was on her way home. She rolled down the windows and let the wind whip through her red hair. She loved her little Celica, a recent present from Preston. The keys had been attached to her new tracking collar. White slavery did have its perks.
As she pulled into the driveway, she saw an all too familiar Bronco sitting close to the garage. “What the fuck?” she asked herself. “What does Joe want now?” She parked her car and popped the trunk, picked up two bags and headed inside.
Just as she walked in the door, she heard a loud bang, followed by Sharae's muted scream. The bags slipped from Angle's arms. She recognized the sound. Another gunshot rang out and she rushed into the living room. Joe stood in the doorway, gun in hand. Blood was splattered on the far wall.
A scream erupted from her throat as she saw Preston crumpled on the floor unmoving. “Master!” she cried and began to run towards him.
“Oh, no you don't!” Joe's arm circled her waist. He easily lifted her off her feet and crushed her to him.
“Let me go!” she screamed, thrashing wildly.
Joe smashed the gun hard against the back of her head. Angel yelped in pain. Dazed, her head rolled back as she tried to stay conscious. She was barely aware of Joe carrying her toward the playroom. In the thick fog filling her mind, she heard Sharae sobbing. Next thing she knew she was flying through the air as Joe tossed her to the floor. She grunted when she hit the floor hard. Joe was on her at once, binding her wrists behind her back.
“Mother fucker,” he muttered, pulling the ropes tight. “Stupid asshole."
Angel began to struggle again. “Stop it!” she cried but her struggles were in vain as he bound her ankles tight.
“I knew I'd need this for you,” Joe said, pulling a little brown bottle out of his pocket.
Angel shook her head. “No! Joe, don't. Please. We have to help Preston. He needs help-"
“Yeah, the fucker needs help. He can't steal my property after selling it to me. And you. Shit, Angela, I loved you. Why did you leave?"
“My name is Angel."
“Not anymore. It's Angela.” He leaned over her and picked up a towel, and moistened it with the contents of the bottle. “Now, just breathe deep."
“Fuck off!"
“Don't make me do it the hard way, bitch."
“Go to hell,” she said, her eyes watering. It suddenly hit her hard that Preston was lying in the living room bleeding. Joe had shot him. Her Master… That wasn't the only thing that hit her. Searing pain shot through the base of her skull again. This time she didn't fight the darkness. She welcomed it.