Melissa tried to see what torment the other woman was suffering, but couldn't quite turn enough. All she could do was watch the tit-flogger randomly choose its next angle and listen to the “tick-tock” and buzzing sounds. Together, the moans of the two women created a chorus of suffering.
After a while, she was aware of sounds coming from another room in the house. The man, Preston was obviously doing something with the girl who lived with him. Melissa heard smacking sounds, giggles, and moans. At first the moans were loud, then they became muted, as if the girl had been gagged. Soon, the moaning became very intense. They were obviously moans of pleasure, punctuated by occasional squeals of pain-or was it delight? — she couldn't tell.
The sounds climaxed and eventually fell away into silence. Her captors must have fallen asleep at last. But there was no rest in the “playroom.” The motor of the tit-flogger continued as did the “tick-tock” and buzzing.
As impossible as it seemed, Melissa fell into fitful periods of sleep, despite some of the flogging. She felt more exhausted each time a particularly painful stroke roused her.
In contrast, Angel slept deeply, dreaming of being bound with soft cords and strong hands touching her. She awoke feeling refreshed and satisfied, eager to visit their guests.
“Good morning, girls. Sleep well?” Angel asked as she strolled into the playroom. Both machines were still busy torturing the women's breasts. The vibrator in the blonde's crotch was silent. The batteries had worn out, finally sparing Sharae multiple and heavy orgasms.
Melissa moaned in response to Angel's cheerful greeting. Sharae looked on passively as Angel went over to Melissa and turned off the machine whipping her tits. Melissa looked positively ecstatic and relieved. The exposed tops of her breasts were a deep reddish purple in color.
Preston sauntered into the room, looking surprisingly handsome. He wore the closest thing to a suit he would get into. Black jeans hugged his muscular legs, with a white dress shirt and black denim jacket. “Morning, ladies,” he said.
Angel turned and smiled brightly at him. “Morning, Master. Sleep well?"
“Sure did. I'm going into town this morning, Angel. You are not to touch either one of them. Just turn off Sharae's device and leave them tied."
Angel stuck her lower lip out in a sexy pout. “But, Master-"
“No,” he thundered, cutting her off. “I'll be home later."
Angel watched grumpily as he picked up a digital camera and began snapping pictures of Melissa. He walked around her slowly, capturing her bound image from every angle. After a dozen pictures, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
She shuddered and pulled back, then he smiled and went over to Sharae. She lay on the table with her eyes closed. Angel had already stopped the pendulum.
Angel was filled with jealousy as she saw Preston gently stroke the bound woman's behind. The blonde's body shuddered slightly then relaxed. Angel was filled with rage. The bitch wasn't supposed to enjoy it!
Preston leaned down and kissed Sharae gently on the cheek and moved her hair off her face. He walked out of the room after shaking a warning finger at Angel. She heard the van start up, and listened to the engine noise die away as it carried her Master from the house, leaving her alone with the two captive women.
Angel glared at Sharae. Her Master had obviously taken a liking to the blonde. He'd kissed and caressed her and not Angel. He always kissed Angel goodbye-except that morning-and she intended to do something about it.
She walked over to Sharae and removed the duct tape mittens. Preston would probably be out all day so she'd have plenty of time to do her chores after torturing the blonde, and retying her so Preston wouldn't know what happened.
Angel removed the ball-gag and collar. Sharae whined, finding it hard to close her jaw after having it held open so long. “Don't force it,” Angel said helpfully. “It'll relax."
Sharae nodded and lay her head on the table. She watched as Angel untied the ropes holding her down. Although her legs were free, she was too exhausted to move.
Angel removed the clamps from the blonde's breasts. “Thank you,” she whispered, sighing in relief. Angel helped her sit up and the two women stared at each other for a long time. Angel's heart beat wildly. She knew why Preston liked Sharae. The woman had that doe-eyed innocence about her which could turn the strongest man into a sniveling idiot if she looked his way.
Sharae smiled softly at the slavegirl and leaned forward. Steeling herself, she placed a gentle kiss on Angel's lips. Angel backed away slightly, but Sharae darted her tongue into her mouth. Angel grabbed Sharae's head in her hands and returned the kiss with a fevered passion that surprised both women.
Angel reached around and began undoing the knots at Sharae's wrists while exploring her mouth with her tongue. Once her arms were free, Sharae immediately wrapped them around the smaller girl, pulling her close. She tugged at the hem of the skimpy nightie Angel wore.
Angel raised her arms, allowing Sharae to slip the satin material off her body. She stood naked in front of Sharae, her whole body trembling with excitement. All thoughts of punishing the blonde were replaced by strong sexual desire. Her nipples puckered in anticipation and she felt a hot tingling in her loins.
Sharae reached down and stroked Angel's thighs. Her movements were hesitant, since she was unsure if she was doing the right thing to stimulate a woman. She was going on instinct, doing what she liked done to her. She slid off the table and turned Angel around. Kneeling down in front of the slavegirl, she began playing with Angel's pussy lips. A low moan escaped Angel's throat and she leaned back against the table.
Sharae took a deep breath and dove face first into Angel's muff, her tongue licking and probing. She felt Angel shudder and was pleased she could pleasure another despite it being her first time. The stimulation was mutual.
Angel stroked Sharae's hair, occasionally yanking it as she was gripped with intense pleasure. She felt as if she were riding a large tidal wave of passion. She couldn't believe one night was all it took to break the blonde woman. She screamed out as an intense orgasm ripped through her body and panted heavily as the second release overtook her.
Angel knelt down so she was face to face with Sharae. They stared at each other for another moment, then Angel gently pushed Sharae backward so she lay on the floor. Sharae stretched out as Angel covered her body with soft kisses. Sharae quivered at the touch of another woman's lips against her skin. She was used to Joe making love to her in his mechanical way, doing only what was necessary to get the job done.
Sharae moaned as Angel's tongue found it's way to her clit, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud. She played with her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Angel's hands were everywhere, stroking her legs, stomach, breasts. She arched her back, welcoming the sexual assault on her body.
Angel nibbled on Sharae's breast and continued to finger fuck her. Sharae moaned as yet another orgasm racked her body. She was surprised she had any energy left after having the vibrator in her for hours.
After seemingly hours of pleasing one another, the two women snuggled together. Sharae stared up at the ceiling, her feelings mixed confused, with a hatred for Preston. She couldn't help the strange sense of love for his little slave. She didn't know what the feelings meant or how to deal with them, but she knew one thing she had to get out of there.