Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

When he was done washing her, he toweled himself off first and got dressed again. Suzy stood, dripping and shivering, pleading her case. “Please, please, please don't sell me. Maybe I could just stay here with you. I treated your wound, remember? I can be useful. I've seen how nice you are with your slaves. Make me your slave, too. I'm not even asking you let me go, anymore. I just don't want to be sold to some stranger…"

Preston could only shake his head as he grabbed the gag and strode over to her.

“No!” she screamed. “Please. Not the gag again. Oh God! I-Ohh… Mmm! Hmmmph!” As she continued her muffled protests, he dried her off and brushed her hair.

Soon, Suzy sat in the living room. She was naked except for the soft leather cuffs that joined her wrists, elbows, and ankles. A harness ball-gag/blindfold was buckled tightly about her head. She sniffed back her sobs as Preston hurried about trying to clean up the mess left from the disaster of the last couple days.

The sound of the gate alarm brought a curse from him. He glanced around as he strode to the door. The room looked pretty normal. You couldn't see the blood stain on the wall unless you knew where to look, but there wasn't much he could do about the chipped plaster.

He opened the door just as the bell rang. The woman standing there met his surprised expression with an amused look.

“Yes?” he asked.

“This place is well hidden,” said the woman. “I drove past the entrance twice without seeing it."

Preston ignored her small talk. “Who are you and what do you want?"

“I'm here for the merchandise. I'm the buyer."

“There must be some mistake. I made arrangements with a man."

The woman chuckled. “Yes, of course. That was my boy, Philip. I'm sorry to say that, even in these enlightened times, I frequently get disrespected in business transactions. Hence the ruse."

Preston frowned. There was no way she could have known to come here on this date, at this time, unless she was in on the deal, but he still didn't like it.

She laughed again. “I understand your hesitation, Mr., what was the name you used? Smith? Very original. I understand, but I assure you that I am the actual buyer and I've come to inspect the merchandise myself. You can shake me down, if you think I'm wired or anything."

She stood provocatively, holding out her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. He could tell she was on the far side of forty, possibly even fifty, but she obviously took good care of herself. In fact, she looked quite enticing in her simple gray business suit.

Preston made no move to either let her in or frisk her. After an awkward moment's silence, she picked up a briefcase she'd set at her feet. She held it flat and clicked it open. Inside, on top of the rows of neatly wrapped cash, he saw the coded contract of sale he'd signed with “Philip."

“All right,” he agreed at last. “Come on in."

Together, they approached the seated captive in the middle of the room. “Is this it?” she asked, pointing to Suzy.

At last, Preston cracked a smile. “Yes,” he laughed. “That's ‘it’ as you say."

The woman walked slowly around the bound girl. Preston became more and more convinced that she was the real buyer, as he watched her hungrily study every inch of Suzy's helpless body.

“Nice,” she murmured. “Very nice.” She looked up at Preston. “I'm Hilda, by the way."

“Preston,” he replied.

Referring again to Suzy, Hilda asked, “Where'd you find it?"

“She's a nurse. Saw her at a medical building."

“Nice,” Hilda repeated. She leaned down, running her hands slowly over Suzy's shoulders and breasts. Suzy moaned deeply as the delicate female fingers explored her flesh. Cradling Suzy's chin, Hilda whispered, “You're precious, little one. Ready to come home with Auntie Hilda?"

Preston began to speak. “Actually, you should know I've had a minor setback recently, and haven't been able to break her in as well as-” He broke off, surprised as Suzy slowly began nodding her head.

Hilda laughed like a schoolgirl. “Oh, it's delightful,” she cooed. “It thinks I'll be easy because I'm a woman.” Again she addressed Preston. “That's fine Mr. Smith. I understand your warning, but I'll take it as is. I've always wanted to break in a raw, unwilling, slave. Just didn't want the risk of obtaining it on my own. That's precisely why I contracted with you."

Preston nodded. “All right, then,” he said extending his hand to shake Hilda's. “Let's get… ‘it’ into your car then."

“Would you be a dear and carry it for me,” she said with a wink. “I'm just a woman, you know."

Preston laughed as he hoisted Suzy onto his shoulder and headed out toward the Lexus SUV. “Not at all,” he said. “Don't mind at all."

Megan raised her head and attempted to yawn but her mouth was already stretched wide from the giant rubber ball shoved inside. She couldn't believe she had actually slept sitting in the hard chair Joe had tied her to-not that she had much choice in the matter. She opened her eyes and looked around.

“Sleep well?” Joe asked as he stood and walked over to her. He unbuckled the strap holding the rubber ball in her mouth and popped it out.

Megan worked her jaw and licked her dry lips. “No,” she muttered.

“That'll change once you realize you're never going back to your old life. I phoned Jon and left a message we were running off together."

“What? You son of a bitch!” she shrieked, her cries waking her roommates in bondage.

Joe smiled at her. “Thanks. That's what Jon's probably thinking too. Shame he can't call back and tell me how he really feels."

“Why can't he?"

“Phone's dead. I didn't bring the charger with me,” he said as he went over to Angel. He slowly untied her from the torturous position he had beaten her unconscious in. Angel was awake, and eerily calm. She didn't resist as Joe released her.

“Figures,” Megan muttered. “I have to go to the bathroom."

“So?"

“So, untie me and let me go to the fucking bathroom."

He laughed at her. “Piss in the chair, bitch."

“That's gross."

“You'll have to clean it up, too."

Megan shook her head and looked away from him. Tears welled in her eyes as she imagined her husband's response to that message. He would hate her. Her life with him was over now. Life itself seemed over. She was stuck here in this remote cabin with a seriously unstable brother-in-law who thought it was okay to keep four women bound and gagged, and forced to piss on the floor.

“Joe.” It was Angel's raspy voice Megan heard. She turned to look at the girl who used to be the devoted slave of the late Preston.

“What?” said Joe.

“Take me. I'll be your slave.” Angel stared into Joe's eyes and smiled weakly.

“Excuse me?"

“I need to be controlled. I… I don't know how to live without a master. And now that Preston's gone…” She let her voice trail off. Her lips quivered for a few seconds as she struggled to control herself. She took a deep breath. “I think you would be the perfect Master for me, now. You're so strong and forceful."

Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing. Joe had murdered Preston and now Angel was begging Joe to be her master. What the fuck? Was Angel really that much of a two-faced selfish bitch?

Joe looked as if he'd been awarded the Nobel Prize for Greatness. “Really?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master Joe. Please take me as your Slave Angela."

Joe snorted. “You bet I will."

Angel smiled at him then leaned down and kissed his hand. “Thank you. Master."

“Awesome,” Joe said, caressing Angel's hair.

“Now,” she said, standing up. “Let's have some fun with these bitches. I'm in the mood to kick a little ass.” Megan shivered as Angel turned and glared at Sharae, then Melissa, and finally Megan. “Starting with sweet slut Sharae."