 | [The Slave Girls Trilogy #1] Chapter 2 by Rod Harden and Alison McKenna Copyright 2000 All rights reserved |  |
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Sharae lay staring wildly into the darkness of the sack. What kind of madness have I stumbled into, she thought? She tugged in vain at the cuffs around her wrists and shifted her weight trying to find some degree of comfort.
Her movement only served to provoke a sharp yelp of pain from her companion within the sack. Sharae 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 Ying and Yang girls, Sharae thought bitterly. Just then, the other woman suddenly twisted herself, giving Sharae a face-full of shoe. Sharae squeaked in alarm and pulled away as best she could. Good thing she's not wearing stiletto heels, thought Sharae. Now the other woman mumbled what sounded like an apology. Sharae knew they had to try not to move or they'd knock each other out. Aloud, she called out, "Try not to move!" It sounded more like, "Hi offa ooff," and she wondered if the other woman would understand. "Oh hay," came the muted reply. Sharae assumed that meant "okay," that the woman did understand. Moaning again as the van hit a particularly deep pothole, she prayed the trip would be a short one. But it lasted quite long, longer than Sharae thought she could endure. The other woman was sobbing and moaning and had been for the last half an hour. Or was it an hour? She couldn't tell how long they had been traveling. Sharae suddenly thought of her boyfriend. He had to know something was wrong by now. She hadn't come home when she'd told him she would. He'd alert the police and they would think of checking the surveillance tapes of the parking garage. They would see this nimrod's van and trace it back to him. Then they would hunt him down and she and the other woman would be saved! Sharae felt the vehicle slow down and turn. They had reached their destination, wherever that was. Now 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.
Sharae and Melissa [The Slave Girls Trilogy #1], Chapter 2
Angel watched out the picture window as the cars drove by on the road below. The house was set on a hill and had a long driveway. She loved the house. It was so perfect for her and her master and all the games they played.
Right now Master Preston was out doing whatever it was he did when he went out. She was supposed to be tying herself up for him, as he liked her to be when he got home. However, she figured she had a lot of time, since he was usually out for hours.
Suddenly headlights shone in the driveway. She jumped to her feet. He was home!
"Oh, shit!" she cried and sprinted over to the toy box. She yanked several long lengths of white cotton rope out of the box and tossed them on the floor. Then she quickly, but not very tightly, bound her own ankles together. She was just starting on her wrists when she heard the door to the garage open.
Angel heard the van pull in, the engine shut down, then its doors open and close. She heard a thump followed by the plaintive muffled moans coming from the sack she knew her master was dragging. She tied off her wrists the best she could and then realized that she had forgotten her gag. She panicked as there was no time to get it, either. Master Preston was not going to be too happy about this.
Too quickly, the door swung open and Preston entered the room, still dragging his heavy, writhing sack. From her position kneeling by his favorite chair, she 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, nodding. "Yes, Master." She may have complained that he returned sooner than normal, but she held her tongue. Master was always right.
"Not even a gag... Well, I'll deal with your punishment later. Fortunately for you, I'm in a very forgiving mood right now. It was just like the old cliché today. 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 and snapped his fingers at her. "Come see."
Angel stood and shuffled across the room. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She liked the way her red bustier almost matched the red of her hair. She also like how it lifted her breasts as if offering them up. As indeed, she did offer them each day to the man who had collared her.
As she approached, Preston pulled open the sack, and shook it from the closed end so its contents fell out onto the floor. She gasped slightly as she realized he'd meant the "two birds" comment literally. There, sprawled out on the carpet, were two beautiful, bound women.
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