Chapter 27: A Long, Miserable Morning


    Chapter 27: A Long, Miserable Morning


    “This is terrible!” Melinda said as soon as the darkness mped down on them. “This hurts something


    horrible!”


    “Yes, I know.”


    In the dark, Darlene could hear Melinda struggling against the ropes that held her. The heels of her


    shoes clicked against the concrete as she danced in exasperation and utter helplessness.


    “Don’t do that,” Darlene advised. “We’re both tied too tightly to work loose. You’ll only hurt yourself


    more.”


    “I’ll kill those bastards!” Melinda called out. “Angus and that bastard Reggie! I’ll rip them to pieces with


    my bare hands!”


    Hearing the touch of panic in her tone, Darlene again cautioned her. “Just stand still. It will not hurt as


    much. In a few hours he’lle and let us down.”


    “Hell! I can’t take hours of this. My arms will fall off!”


    “Just calm down. Remember, the Master wants us in good condition for him to use. He won’t let


    anything serious happen to us.”


    The words of reason might have worked, for Melinda’s utterances diminished until she was only


    moaning.


    The morning was very slow in passing. At least, for the two pieces of property suffering in the Blue


    Room.


    * * * * *


    In another part of the lodge, Angus was reporting to his boss.


    “They’re in the Blue Room in strappado.”


    “You’ll let them down before they start screaming?” Reggie asked.


    “Of course. Just before that point. This is a lesson for them, after all. It would not have the same effect


    if they do not really feel the pain.”


    “Of course. Well, fine. I’ll pick one of them for myself after dinner. That young one is one fine fuck, I can


    tell you.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    “I’ll let you try her – as soon as I get a little tired of her.”


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    “Yes, sir.” Angus replied.


    “Is Susan under control? I saw how she looked at the new girls.”


    “Yes, sir. I’m taking care of her.”


    “Good. I don’t want something to happen like it did with that French ve two years ago.”


    “No, sir.”


    “Very good. Tonight, I think that I’ll try the older one. Would only be fair, after all.”


    “Yes, sir.” Angus turned to go but paused. “You do realize what that makes you? To use an American


    expression.”


    “Oh? Oh! Yes, that makes me a Mother Fucker! Jolly good!”


    * * * * *


    Angus opened the door to his bedroom and stood in the doorway to see what Susan was doing. She


    was sitting on the edge of the bed,pletely naked and reading a book. She looked up.


    “This American guy, Savage, is really rough on his heroines.”


    “If you say so.”


    “Are you going to let me go?” she asked as she lifted her bare foot. From the ankles trailed a thin chain


    that was locked there. The other end, of course, was bolted to the floor. She rattled it.


    “Are you going to stay in control with these ves?”


    “You hurt my nipples,” she said in a little girl voice. She gently lifted one nipple for his inspection.


    “You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.


    “Oh, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll only punish them as you allow me.”


    “Be sure you do.” He tossed her the key to the small lock on her ankle.