Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

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.

Sharae's gag stifled her screams as she watched Joe finish tying Angel. She couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was, enjoying her new life with Preston, when Joe had to show up and turn everything upside down.

He'd stormed in toting a gun, angrily demanding that Preston give Megan back to him. Preston calmly declined. He explained that Megan was now his property and he planned to do what he saw fit with her. Joe went ballistic. He turned red in the face and started screaming incoherently.

Sharae had jumped when the first shot rang out, despite being hogtied on the floor. She screamed as she was spattered with droplets of blood-Preston's blood. It was eerie the way Preston remained standing after the first shot hit him in the arm. The second shot sent him crashing to the floor. That was when Angel arrived home from her shopping trip, only to be subdued by Joe. Now he stood and looked over at Sharae. “You sure look beautiful in ropes, Rae."

Sharae's eyes filled with tears as she considered the situation. Preston was shot. Dead. Angel was unconscious. She herself was hogtied and helpless, and the new woman, Megan, was in the kitchen tied to a chair. As for the other girl, the blonde who was being prepped for sale, she had no idea where she was.

Joe walked over and knelt down next to her. He stroked her hair. “Why'd you run away? I treated you decent, didn't I? We could've had so much fun. Me, you, and Missy. Speaking of Missy,” he continued, “she misses you. She'll enjoy having you back."

Sharae thought of the buxom brunette and sighed. Either she'll enjoy having me back to share her misery, or she'll enjoy torturing me for leaving her alone with Joe, she thought.

Suddenly Joe smacked her across the face. She whimpered in pain as stars danced before her eyes.

“That's only the beginning, bitch,” he growled. “You're in for a whole lot worse."

She glared at him, and got another punch across the other cheek. She could taste the blood from her lip.

“You shouldn't have run away, Sharae. Naughty, naughty girl. I'm gonna enjoy punishing you. You and that other teasing slut, Angela.” He laughed. “She'll wish she were dead. I'll make damn sure of that. Imagine! You two, hoping to stay hidden from me. Ha! You underestimated me. All of you did."

Sharae shuddered at the sinister tone in Joe's voice. It was something she had never heard before. And it scared her. How could she have lived with this man and not seen this side to him?

He went into the living room and searched through Angel's toy box, returning with a padded leather blindfold. “Lights out, babe. Don't want you seeing where we're going."

He strapped the blindfold on and her world went dark. She could hear him moving and wondered what he was doing. She heard muffled shrieks that could only be from Megan or the other blonde. She heard doors opening and closing several times, and finally realized Joe was carrying all the girls out.

At last, he came for her. She screeched in pain as he picked her up by the rope connecting her hands to her ankles. He carried her out that way and tossed her into his vehicle. She sighed in relief when the excruciating pressure was released from her limbs.

Joe got in the van, humming. “My, my. Three beautiful women all tied up in the back of my van. How did I get so lucky?"

Wait a minute, thought Sharae. Three women? He must have missed the blonde. He didn't realize she was there. He only knew about Angel, Megan and herself. Maybe the blonde would get loose and get help. But no, that wasn't likely, knowing how securely Preston tied his girls. The poor thing would just struggle until… Sharae didn't want to think about it.

Her shoulders sagged. She was once again Joe's prisoner, headed back to his house of pain along with Angel and Megan. She shuddered to think what they faced once they got there.

Megan tried to get comfortable in the chair, but it was none too easy the way Joe had tied her. This day had already been the weirdest one in her life and it just kept getting weirder. Her brother-in-law had always been a little flaky, but she never dreamed he was so seriously disturbed.

First he finally agreed to do it with her. That was fine. Jon was away, and she'd always thought Joe was cute. But then he attacked her, then handed her over to some other lunatic with a house full of bound women. Then he bursts in, shoots the lunatic, and takes all the women to this cabin.