Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

Sharae shook her head and whimpered. Megan could only imagine how sore her tits were after being used as pin cushions. She stared at them, each covered with dozens of tiny scabs from the needles.

“Okay!” Joe jumped up and started towards Sharae. “I think she could use some more of them needles. In her cunt this time."

“Uh-Joe?” said Angel. “Wait."

“What's wr-” That was all he got out before Angel swung her fist around and caught him across the face in a solid right hook. It happened so fast Megan jumped as though she'd been hit herself.

Joe stumbled back but didn't fall. Angel didn't hesitate, but swung her left fist and hit him under his jaw, sending him reeling backward.

Megan cheered silently as Angel looked around the cabin for something to hit him with. Her own scream echoed Angel's as Joe, having recovered, tackled Angel to the hard floor. They landed with a thud and rolled along as they both tried to get the better of the other.

Suddenly Joe screeched and held his groin. He fell off Angel and curled into a ball, clutching his family jewels. Angel stood, kicking him in the head and body.

“Run!” Megan screamed at Angel. “Get out of here! Get help!"

Angel stopped kicking and looked at Megan, Sharae, and Melissa, debating the consequences of her getaway.

Joe was starting to get to his feet, groaning all the way.

“Go!” Megan urged. “Please! Don't worry about us."

Angel didn't hesitate then. She turned and ran out of the cabin and disappeared into the thick forest.

Megan's heart was thumping in her chest as she watched Angel escape. She knew there was no way Angel could totally overpower Joe. Not in her weakened condition. She had to get away. Now she understood Angel had said those things to play Joe, use his massive ego against him. And Joe, the gullible sucker he was, fell for it.

Joe staggered toward the door, but was obviously in no condition to run after Angel. He turned and let out a loud, inhuman scream, scaring the daylights out of Megan. She gaped at him, wondering how such a horrible sound could come out of a human being.

“Shit! Fuck! You goddamn stupid cunt!” Joe yelled at her. “I was about to get her, and you told her to run!"

Megan shrank back in her chair, as much as she could. She swallowed hard as Joe advanced slowly toward her, his eyes burning in fury.

“You are one dead bitch, Meggie."

Preston carefully stacked the money he'd made from the sale of Suzy in his safe. He stared at it a moment. What good was all this money now that Angel was gone? He'd get her back-he had to.

For a moment his mind drifted off, daydreaming. He remembered how she'd fought when he first captured her after that night at the club. He knew right away that she was different. She was a keeper from the very start.

She'd been so shocked at first that a man would just take a woman like that, but it didn't take her long to come around-not after he showed her just how special she was. The transformation was amazing. One moment she was the indignant woman demanding to be released, the next she was the kneeling slave girl, begging to be used.

He smiled in anticipation of his reunion with the precious love of his life, the woman who had captured his heart and soul when he made her his slave. The woman who had no idea he was still alive. He was going to get her back and make the man who took her pay dearly.

The only thing that had gone right the day Joe shot him was that Angel had been out of the house. Thank God for small favors. She'd been on her weekly trip to town, so she'd worn her special tracking collar. It would be child's play to track her down.

With a sudden sense of urgency, he slammed the door to the safe and twirled the lock. He hurried over to his computer and flipped it on. While he waited for it to boot up, he gazed at a picture of Angel and himself. It was taken at the local fair several years ago. That was the day Angel had worn a tight crotchrope in public for the first time. They'd both been so horny that they had done it in the men's washroom.

At last the computer was ready. He opened the GPS tracking software. Maybe he was still a little weak, but he'd find the strength when he needed it. He had to find Angel and bring her home now. This is where she belonged, forever with him.

Angel tripped over a branch and crashed to the hard ground of the forest. She cursed and heaved herself up into a sitting position, then looked herself over. She was still naked. There hadn't been a chance to grab any clothes. Her body was covered with ugly bruises that ranged in color from yellow to orange to purple to blue. Dried blood was caked on her from the whipping Joe had given her.

Gazing around her surroundings, tears filled her green eyes. Everywhere she looked there were thick trees and bushy shrubs. They all looked the same. She had long since lost any sense of direction and spent the last few hours wandering aimlessly in the woods.

She had never felt so alone in her entire life. It wasn't just being lost in the forest, it was the emptiness in her entire being.

“Preston,” she whispered. Tears fell freely, leaving muddy lines on her dirt-smudged face. The love of her life, her Master, was dead, and there was nobody else left for her. Her family had been gone for years, her older sister and parents killed in a car accident when she was still just a child. Orphaned, she was bounced from one foster home to another until she turned eighteen. During that time she learned the dreaded feeling of being unloved, unwanted.

Until she met Preston. When he took her for his own, she knew she had found her soulmate and the world of security she longed for. She was nothing without him. She didn't want to live without him.

What was she going to do now he was gone? Where was she going to go? She had nothing.

An idea popped into her head. Of course. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it sooner. After she got help for Sharae and the others, she'd take her own life. There was nothing left for her in this life. She wanted to be with Preston. With that in mind, Angel rose and began walking again. She quickened her pace. The faster she found help, the faster she would be able to join Preston. And that was something she didn't want to wait for.

Megan watched as Joe finished tying Sharae and Melissa together, muttering something about them getting reacquainted with each other. He bound them so their faces were buried in the other's crotch. Their wrists were tied behind them and secured around the other's throat. Their ankles were tied tight and anchored up to the D-rings at the top of their harness gags. Both women were trying not to move to make their situation worse.

Joe chuckled as he stood up. He turned and looked at Megan. “Now it's time for some fun, my dearest."

Megan shook her head. “No. Wait, Joe, let's talk about this."

“What's there to talk about? You're the one who's been coming on to me since the day you married Jon, and now you're acting like you don't want it?” He laughed cruelly as he produced even more rope from his seemingly endless supply. “I don't think so Meg.” He walked toward her.

“Please, Joe."

“Sorry, babe. You fucked up. Now I get to punish you.” He went behind her and began untying her wrists. “No funny stuff, either."

Megan nodded and remained still as he finished untying her.

“Now get down on the floor. On your stomach,” he ordered.

Megan slid off the chair and laid down on the floor. She sighed heavily and rested her cheek on the floorboards.

Joe yanked her arms behind her and wrapped the rope around her wrists, cinching it down and tying several knots. He moved up and bound her elbows in the same fashion, immobilizing her arms.