Steven strolled up the stairs, listening to thumping and bumping noises from above, and hearing another faint yell from what sounded like Tyler, he grinned. There definitely must be some hot action up there, and he was horny again, so he hurried the rest of the way up and shoved open the door to the bedroom, then stopped short at the sight of his friend's sweat soaked face and wild eyes, as he thumped the chair he was tied to as best he could against the floor. The adrenaline that was pumping through his veins had given Tyler the strength to move the chair enough to make noise. "What the hell. . ." Steven started, then shook his head. He pulled a pocketknife out and slit the ties that bound the other man to the chair. "What the fuck happened here, Ty?"
Tyler rubbed his arms to get his circulation flowing again, and glared up at his friend. "Your dear old Dad sent one of his goons here looking for the girl. He sent you a message. You're to bring her back, unchanged, and he might 'forgive and forget' as the big bastard put it, but he doubted it." Steven stood there, staring at him, a cold expression coming over his face. He said nothing, but a slow anger began to burn in his eyes. "Steve-O. . .he took Des. He took her. What can we do?"
Steven stared at him, not really paying attention to Tyler's words. No doubt it was Sandy the Old Man had sent. Desiree would be a delicious prize for the stable. He could imagine just what a party they would have with her. He realized that Tyler was still talking, almost babbling now. "My Des is going to hate me. I know she will, if she doesn't already. Why didn't I just take her home? Why did I have to try to get her into bed? Maybe they just took her to scare me. . . or you. Yeah! If we take that other piece of ass back, then. . ." Steven's punch to his jaw stopped his dialogue cold, as he hit the ground.
"Tyler, shut up. Just shut the fuck up and listen to me. They won't hurt her. She's a big girl, 18 years old. She'll be a welcome addition to the Old Man's 'stable'. New girls are always desired, and especially ones that are virgins or very nearly." He paused, looking down at the stunned man on the carpet. "The best thing for you to do is to act normal. When her parents call you looking for her, you haven't seen her since you dropped her off at what's her name's house where she was supposed to go later. I'm not giving Liandra up, at least not yet. Can you help me out with that? " At Tyler's slow nod, Steven nodded back. "I suggest you basically forget little Des baby, and start thinking about that fine piece of tail you'll get to play with again if you cooperate."
Sandy had driven carefully back to the Old Man's house, his unconscious passenger sleeping peacefully beside him. He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, hungry for her again. He was anxious to show her to his boss and see what plans he might have for her. Pulling into the garage, he moved around and lifted the limp form into his arms, caressing her plump ass after he had slung her over his shoulder. He entered the house, knowing the Old Man would be in the library waiting. Moving quietly along, he reached the door he sought, and knocked. After waiting a moment, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The flames from the fireplace were the only light to be seen, and they caused shadows to dance across the dark paneled walls. He could see the Master sitting in his wing chair by the fire, a glass of something in his hand. Moving forward, he placed the girl into the chair facing the other man.
"This isn't the girl." The Old Man's voice was cold and clipped, but Sandy had worked for him long enough to know that there was interest hidden beneath his words. He waited. "She is striking however. . .did she belong to my son?"
