Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

Megan whimpered at the strain on her shoulders as her elbows came together behind her. She gasped as he lifted her bottom up off the floor and tied a rope around her waist. He spread her open and yanked the rope up into her crotch and tied it off. It was a weird and unpleasant sensation, having her crotch tied. Before now, she had never even thought about it.

Joe next secured her legs together, using all his strength to pull the ropes tight. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were soon encased with the white rope.

Megan wiggled in her tight bonds. “Please, Joe. Untie me. We can have sex right here. You can even keep my arms tied."

Joe ignored her and added more rope to her already bound ankles. He threaded the rope up through her wrist bindings. Then he pulled on the rope, forcing her ankles up towards her wrists.

She squealed in pain as the extremely tight ropes dug into her skin even more as her feet were pulled up. Her body arched severely and her muscles screamed for relief. There was no relief in sight.

He looped the rope back to her ankles and knotted the rope securely. He stood and gazed at the bound form of his sister-in-law.

“You were made for those ropes, Meg."

“Fuck off,” she grunted, then groaned as she tried to move in her strict hogtie.

He laughed. “Tsk, tsk.” He picked up another coil of rope and tossed it over a support beam in the ceiling. He leaned down and secured one end to the rope forming Megan's hogtie.

“Joe, don't. Please! We can-aaarrrgghheee!!” She screamed as her wrists and ankles were jerked upward.

Joe heaved on the free end of the rope, pulling Megan up. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief and horror as she realized what he was doing. With the first heave, her belly still made contact with the ground. But with the second pull, she was lifted completely off the floor, suspended in her hogtie. One more heave, and she was dangling waist high.

He tied the rope to a pole, turned and grinned at her. He leaned against the pole and watched Megan as she swayed like a pendulum of pain. Her body was bowed severely and she was trembling all over. She sobbed uncontrollably. He went over to her and slapped her hard on the ass. “Don't worry, sweetie,” he told her. “There's plenty more to come."

The coordinates Preston received from Angel's collar took him far out of town. He followed roads he didn't even know existed. Twisting, turning roads that led ever deeper into the forest. He hoped he wasn't on a wild goose chase. Eventually, the roads became unpaved. His SUV kicked up a constant cloud of dust as he drove. Daylight was waning. He clicked on the lights and kept going. Soon it was dark. The world had narrowed to twin beams of light cutting through the blackness ahead of him.

It should only be a few more miles, he thought. His eyes searched the edges of the road, looking for some sign of a house or cabin. There was nothing but bushes and trees.

Angel stumbled along. The forest had gone on for so long, she almost didn't believe it when she finally came to a road. Even though she was naked, she ran right up to it and waited for a car to come by. Soon, she'd be able to get help.

She waited for what seemed an eternity, but there were no cars. It was only some old dirt road, probably hardly ever used, if at all. Again despair swept over her.

The sky was getting dark and she shivered, as the air cooled. There was no sense going anywhere else in the dark, so she decided to find a comfortable spot on the side of the road, and try to sleep. It didn't matter if she was asleep when a car came by. She'd make sure she was visible to the road. Surely, anyone driving by would stop to help a naked girl in the middle of nowhere.

Preston slowed to a crawl, scanning for a sign of habitation, but saw the same landscape of greens and browns, bushes and trees. Greens and browns and pink-Wait! he thought. What was that patch of pink back there?

Angel curled herself up into a tight ball and fell asleep quickly despite the hard cold ground she lay on. Vivid, frightening dreams invaded her mind. She was being beaten and tortured by Joe again. She hadn't escaped after all. She twisted and writhed on the ground, groaning, as the dream torture continued.

The dream changed, and she was in a warm, comforting place. She'd been rescued again. Strong, protective arms held her close. She recognized the arms. They belonged to Preston. She sighed contentedly. It was so wonderful being held in his arms again. In her dream, she scolded herself. It's not really Preston. He's dead. But maybe I'm dead too. Maybe I died during the night, and I'm with my Master just as I planned.

She heard his voice. “Angel,” he whispered. “Everything's going to be all right now. I've got you and I'm not letting you go again."

Preston cradled the unconscious Angel in his arms. Her body temperature was low, and she was weak from what must have been a savage beating. He draped his jacket over her, trying to warm her up. “Come on, Angel,” he whispered. “Wake up. Don't leave me.” He felt his eyes well up as he considered he might be too late.

At last, her moans and shivers stopped, and she seemed to settle down. “Oh, Preston,” she sighed in her sleep. “At least we can be together like this."

Preston's face brightened. She was definitely coming around. He shook her lightly. “Angel, it's really me. I'm not dead, baby. Wake up."

Her eyelids lifted slowly. She looked up at him dreamily. “Master,” she said weakly, “I didn't even think they'd let slavers into heaven."

He burst out laughing. “I don't know if they will, but we don't have to worry about that right now, ‘cause we're not dead!"

Suddenly she blinked and slowly sat up, looking around. “I–I'm not dead!” she shouted, touching her own body in disbelief.

“No."

“And I'm not asleep?"

“No!"

She turned and looked at him, tears of joy already streaming down her face. “It's really you?"

“Yes,” he laughed.

“Oh, Master!” She threw herself arms around him and squeezed so hard he couldn't breathe. “But I saw Joe shoot you!"

“Ack,” Preston tried to reply.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Master,” she said loosening her grip on him.

“Still a little sore, right there. And th-"

“Oh, Master!” she repeated, squeezing him again. “I'm so happy! I can't believe it!"

“Urgh,” he groaned, as he pried her loose once more. “Try to restrain your enthusiasm a little. For now, at least."

He pulled her close again and kissed her. There was no mistaking the reality of the gesture.

But just as she seemed to be melting into him, she pulled back, her eyes wide. “Oh my God! We have to get back to the cabin!” she said. “Joe's crazy! He's prob-ably killing them right now!"

“Okay,” said Preston. “Can you take me there?"

“I don't know. I'll try."

He grabbed a couple of flashlights from the SUV along with his gun. “Let's go."

Wearing only Preston's jacket, Angel led the way back into the forest.

Melissa groaned in despair. Her face was buried in Sharae's crotch, forced to stay there by the way Joe had tied her. In turn, Sharae had her own face in Melissa's twat and was using her tongue to lovingly stroke Melissa's sex. Melissa couldn't believe Sharae was actually getting off on this. But it was obvious Sharae was horny. And Melissa had to admit it did feel nice-much better than Joe's harsh abuse. But Melissa would have preferred to have her boyfriend eating her and herself to be untied.

With an angry tug, she tested the ropes as she always did. She gasped. Something was different this time. She was sure she felt a snap in the cords, as if a knot somewhere had come loose. Her heart raced as a glimmer of hope formed. Could it be? A miracle?