Rod Harden - Sharae and Melissa

“Awesome!” she heard Joe exclaim followed by a sharp squeal from Megan. Melissa wondered what Joe had done to her now. In a way, she was glad Joe had the other women to torment. It was a terrible thing to think, but it took his attention away from her.

She had lost count of the days since she'd been snatched from her work place. But now, with that little slip in the cords, maybe she could count the days till she was free.

“How're my favorite ladies doing over here?” Joe suddenly was next to them.

Melissa sighed in relief as the ropes binding her to Sharae were loosened and removed. She was left with only wrist and ankle bindings.

“You're so wet, Rae. Such a good whore,” Joe commented. Melissa yelped as he smacked her across the face. “Why can't you be more like her? I paid good money for your skanky ass."

Fighting her anger, Melissa looked away from him and said nothing. She knew if she did, he would only find another way to torture her. She didn't want to give him any reason.

Joe laughed at her. “Cunt.” He picked up Sharae and carried her over to the bed.

Melissa caught a glimpse of Megan and her eyes widened as she took in the painful position the other captive was tied in. The classic hogtie, Melissa thought, using the unwanted knowledge she'd gained since being abducted. But Megan was also suspended in mid-air. A hanging hogtie. It looked excruciatingly painful. She shuddered just looking at it. In terror, she wondered if that was what Joe had in mind for all of them.

As she stared in sympathy at the dangling girl, she saw a rope she hadn't noticed at first. It was tied around Megan's throat and pulled taut to an eyebolt in the wall. It limited her swinging, but Melissa wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad.

She sighed as Joe returned to her, preparing herself for another attack. Instead he pulled her up to a sitting position. She saw that he had tied Sharae to the bed spread-eagled.

“Thought you might enjoy watching the festivities,” he said. He sauntered over to Megan who whimpered as he approached. He grabbed the rope that was tied around her neck and pulled up on it, laughing. “Poor Meg."

Megan's eyes widened and she began to struggle.

Melissa watched in horror, knowing the rope was cutting off Megan's air supply. She gave another yank on her own bonds, again surprised that she felt them loosen a little more. She kept working on the rope. If it kept giving, she'd be free soon. Hopefully soon enough to help Megan.

The break she'd been praying for was at hand. Joe had been either careless or just plain stupid. Soon, he would be the one to pay.

Preston grabbed Angel's arm as they neared the cabin. She stopped and turned to him. “Yes, Master?"

He smiled at her, leaned down, and kissed her. He looked her over. As he appraised her battered body his smile faded in a surge of anger. She looked so frail and vulnerable. Sure, she needed discipline now and then, but nothing like this. Joe was going to pay.

“I want you to stay outside."

“But Master-” she began. He held his hand up and Angel immediately fell silent and nodded. “As you wish."

“That's my girl.” Preston rewarded her and himself with another deep intense kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away. “I'll be right back. Don't move, and no matter what, don't come inside."

Again she nodded. “Yes, sir."

He hoped he wouldn't give her another reason to be afraid as he strode toward the cabin.

Melissa couldn't tear her eyes from Megan as Joe methodically pulled on the rope. Repeatedly, he cut off Megan's air for a few minutes, then released her as her face began to change colors. The poor girl would desperately gasp for breath, sobbing, until he yanked the rope tight again.

Melissa worked frantically to free herself, trying to keep silent at the same time. It wouldn't help if she attracted Joe's attention. She felt the ropes around her wrists loosening bit by bit. Still they weren't quite loose enough to give her the freedom she desperately needed.

She felt nauseous with despair. How much longer was Joe going to torture Megan? Until he killed her? He had to be stopped.

“Oh, my God!” Megan's mind screamed as the rope tightened around her throat again. Being bound in such a painful position was bad enough, but to be asphyxiated as well? Another wave of panic set in and she couldn't suck in enough air. Why didn't he just kill her and get it over with?

Tears fell from her eyes as she silently prayed for the torment to end. She'd had enough.

Sharae struggled in her bound position on the bed. She couldn't watch as Joe toyed with Megan's life. All their lives were in his deranged hands-except for Angel. Maybe she would be able to get help in time. It was the only hope they had left.

Joe tightened Megan's neck rope again. Sharae moaned in frustration, yanking on her bonds, but they still didn't budge. They kept her a prisoner to her terror. She couldn't help herself, much less Megan. They were doomed.

“Bye-bye, my sweet,” Megan heard Joe say somewhere in the fog that filled her brain. She knew this was the end, and Joe was finally going to put her out of her misery.

She felt her whole body go numb. Her lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen. Yet, somehow she felt detached from everything, as if she wasn't really there. Was this what it was like to die?

Please, God, she prayed. Take me away.

The fog seemed to thicken around her and she was dimly aware of her surroundings. She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness that soon would be coming.

“Hey! Asshole."

Joe spun around at the sound of the deep masculine voice coming from the doorway. He stared at the image before him, shaking his head. “No way! No fucking way. You're dead."

Preston grinned at him. “Surprise."

Joe eyed his gun on the table by the door. With a start, he realized he was unarmed, and his only weapon seemed miles away.

“Turnabout is fair play, right?” Preston asked, leveling his gun at Joe's chest.

“Look, Pres, buddy-"

“I ain't your buddy, asshole. You're going down."

Joe shook his head and laughed. “If I go down, you go down. I'll put you out of business faster than you can say ‘slave girl.’ By the way, where's that cunt you call Angel?"

“Far away from your cruelty."

“The bitch loved every minute of it.” Joe sneered at him. “She fucking got off on what I did to her.” With that, he dove at Preston. A shot rang out as they both crashed to the floor.

Melissa gasped in relief as her wrists finally slid free just as Preston burst into the cottage. Thank God, she thought. She reached up and unbuckled the strap to the gag that had been lodged in her mouth forever. She worked her jaw back to life as she worked on her ankle bindings.

She watched the two men scuffle on the floor. After Preston's gun went off, it had somehow been flung across the room and both of them were trying to reach it. She glanced over at Megan. Her mouth was in the shape of an “O,” as if she were screaming silently. Her face was a blue and her eyelids fluttered.

“Just a few more seconds,” Melissa told Megan.

Preston grunted as Joe's fists caught him in his bruised ribs. He retaliated with a few solid jabs to Joe's mid-section, then tossed Joe aside and scrambled to his feet. He quickly glanced at the women.

Sharae was sobbing on the bed. Melissa was… freeing herself, and Megan-

Suddenly Joe was up again and he and Preston crashed into the table, sending everything on top of it flying in every direction.

Preston jumped to his feet and side-kicked Joe in the stomach. With his other leg, he gave him a roundhouse kick as he doubled over from the blow to his stomach.