Melissa groaned in despair. Her face was buried in Sharae's crotch, forced to stay there by the way Joe had tied her. In turn, Sharae had her own face in Melissa's twat and was using her tongue to lovingly stroke Melissa's sex. Melissa couldn't believe Sharae was actually getting off on this. But it was obvious Sharae was horny. And Melissa had to admit it did feel nice-much better than Joe's harsh abuse. But Melissa would have preferred to have her boyfriend eating her and herself to be untied.
With an angry tug, she tested the ropes as she always did. She gasped. Something was different this time. She was sure she felt a snap in the cords, as if a knot somewhere had come loose. Her heart raced as a glimmer of hope formed. Could it be? A miracle?
“Awesome!” she heard Joe exclaim followed by a sharp squeal from Megan. Melissa wondered what Joe had done to her now. In a way, she was glad Joe had the other women to torment. It was a terrible thing to think, but it took his attention away from her.
She had lost count of the days since she'd been snatched from her work place. But now, with that little slip in the cords, maybe she could count the days till she was free.
“How're my favorite ladies doing over here?” Joe suddenly was next to them.
Melissa sighed in relief as the ropes binding her to Sharae were loosened and removed. She was left with only wrist and ankle bindings.
“You're so wet, Rae. Such a good whore,” Joe commented. Melissa yelped as he smacked her across the face. “Why can't you be more like her? I paid good money for your skanky ass."
Fighting her anger, Melissa looked away from him and said nothing. She knew if she did, he would only find another way to torture her. She didn't want to give him any reason.
Joe laughed at her. “Cunt.” He picked up Sharae and carried her over to the bed.
Melissa caught a glimpse of Megan and her eyes widened as she took in the painful position the other captive was tied in. The classic hogtie, Melissa thought, using the unwanted knowledge she'd gained since being abducted. But Megan was also suspended in mid-air. A hanging hogtie. It looked excruciatingly painful. She shuddered just looking at it. In terror, she wondered if that was what Joe had in mind for all of them.
As she stared in sympathy at the dangling girl, she saw a rope she hadn't noticed at first. It was tied around Megan's throat and pulled taut to an eyebolt in the wall. It limited her swinging, but Melissa wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad.
She sighed as Joe returned to her, preparing herself for another attack. Instead he pulled her up to a sitting position. She saw that he had tied Sharae to the bed spread-eagled.
“Thought you might enjoy watching the festivities,” he said. He sauntered over to Megan who whimpered as he approached. He grabbed the rope that was tied around her neck and pulled up on it, laughing. “Poor Meg."
Megan's eyes widened and she began to struggle.
Melissa watched in horror, knowing the rope was cutting off Megan's air supply. She gave another yank on her own bonds, again surprised that she felt them loosen a little more. She kept working on the rope. If it kept giving, she'd be free soon. Hopefully soon enough to help Megan.
The break she'd been praying for was at hand. Joe had been either careless or just plain stupid. Soon, he would be the one to pay.
Preston grabbed Angel's arm as they neared the cabin. She stopped and turned to him. “Yes, Master?"
He smiled at her, leaned down, and kissed her. He looked her over. As he appraised her battered body his smile faded in a surge of anger. She looked so frail and vulnerable. Sure, she needed discipline now and then, but nothing like this. Joe was going to pay.
“I want you to stay outside."
“But Master-” she began. He held his hand up and Angel immediately fell silent and nodded. “As you wish."
“That's my girl.” Preston rewarded her and himself with another deep intense kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away. “I'll be right back. Don't move, and no matter what, don't come inside."
Again she nodded. “Yes, sir."
He hoped he wouldn't give her another reason to be afraid as he strode toward the cabin.
Melissa couldn't tear her eyes from Megan as Joe methodically pulled on the rope. Repeatedly, he cut off Megan's air for a few minutes, then released her as her face began to change colors. The poor girl would desperately gasp for breath, sobbing, until he yanked the rope tight again.
Melissa worked frantically to free herself, trying to keep silent at the same time. It wouldn't help if she attracted Joe's attention. She felt the ropes around her wrists loosening bit by bit. Still they weren't quite loose enough to give her the freedom she desperately needed.
She felt nauseous with despair. How much longer was Joe going to torture Megan? Until he killed her? He had to be stopped.
“Oh, my God!” Megan's mind screamed as the rope tightened around her throat again. Being bound in such a painful position was bad enough, but to be asphyxiated as well? Another wave of panic set in and she couldn't suck in enough air. Why didn't he just kill her and get it over with?
Tears fell from her eyes as she silently prayed for the torment to end. She'd had enough.
Sharae struggled in her bound position on the bed. She couldn't watch as Joe toyed with Megan's life. All their lives were in his deranged hands-except for Angel. Maybe she would be able to get help in time. It was the only hope they had left.
Joe tightened Megan's neck rope again. Sharae moaned in frustration, yanking on her bonds, but they still didn't budge. They kept her a prisoner to her terror. She couldn't help herself, much less Megan. They were doomed.