Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

Preston laughed as he pulled on his jacket. “Have fun girls."

Before he left, he peeked into the playroom to make sure the blonde bimbo was still secure. She stood just as he'd left her, on tip-toes, arms pulled back in a severe strappado. She turned her head at the sound of the door, even though she couldn't see anything through the blindfold, and moaned pathetically behind her ball-gag. “Not much longer, bitch,” said Preston. “You'll soon be in your new home.” Then he closed the door and headed for his van.

Preston slowed the van, trying to read house numbers, when he noticed Joe's car in one of the driveways. That must be the place, he thought. He pulled into the drive and stepped up to the door with a small satchel.

He pressed the doorbell and waited. When the door opened, he found himself facing an attractive woman of about 30. Her short, auburn hair was tousled and her face flushed. She clutched a robe about her. “Yes?” she asked.

“I'm here to meet Joe,” said Preston.

“Joe? But-"

“It's okay, Megan,” Joe's voice called from inside the house. “I told him to come. I didn't think you'd mind."

She looked Preston up and down, then closed the door in his face. “What's this all about?” Preston could hear her yelling just inside the house.

He could hear Joe's voice in reply, but couldn't make out the words. Both voices quickly became angry whispers. Preston tapped his foot, trying to decide if he should just walk in. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of a scuffle and muted cries.

Flinging the door open, he rushed in just in time to see Joe desperately trying to hold onto Megan with one arm, while clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in terrified surprise. Her robe hung open revealing her shapely nude body beneath.

Without a word, Preston stepped forward and punched the struggling woman in the gut. With a loud huff, she slumped in Joe's grasp. He lowered her to the floor where she curled up, moaning in pain. Immediately, Preston tore open his bag and grabbed a ball-gag. He flipped Megan onto her stomach and sat on her, straddling her back and pinning her arms with his knees. Gripping her by the hair, he wrenched her head back and began forcing the ball-gag between her lips.

“You idiot!” he shouted at Joe. “Didn't you make up any kind of story to explain my coming here?"

“I was about to. I thought I could get in a quick fuck first."

“Well, you thought wrong!"

Megan continued to struggle wildly, screeching into the gag.

“And you! Shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he slammed her face into the floor. Moving back, he pulled her arms behind her and squeezed her elbows close together. “Don't just stand there,” he called to Joe. “Hand me some rope."

“Sure, Pres,” said Joe.

Soon, Preston had Megan's elbows bound tightly together. He stood and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her back into Joe's grasp, then lifted her face by the chin. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

“You're a regular hellcat,” said Preston, as he pulled Megan's robe open again. This time, he studied the view at leisure. Megan's ample chest heaved as she sucked air in through her nose.

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.