Unknown - The big whip-off

Her Master was wrestling with Kay's hips and flailing legs, giving her new Mistress the opportunity to snap chains onto the ankle straps.

"Stop it! Let me go!"

Kay began fighting against her bonds now in earnest. Fingers stretching out in an effort to free herself. All of it coming as her Master began cranking up the chains holding her wrists.

Pulling Kay completely off the floor.

Spreading her out into a painful, suspended X.

"God Damnit! Put me down!" Her thrashings only caused her chains to sing an ominous song as they held firmly to her.

At about the time her body had been snapped taut by the chains, two other things happened. First was the cheering of the crowd. Although Kay usually enjoyed being the center of attention, she hated to consider some of the things people were shouting out.

Encouraging her captors with twisted ideas!

Knowing fearfully that many of them would happen.

The other thing, which occurred almost at the same instant, was when the entire stage began to turn. Situated in the center of the room, Kay's stage show could be seen by everyone present. Now as the stage started rotating, there wasn't a bad seat in the place. Sooner or later everyone would have a chance to see all angles as the dominants had at her.

"Hey! Ok! Let's go back to that boot kissing bit, could we? I was a little rude back then. I'd really like to have a second chance at that, so if you'd just let me… mmmuumpphhh!"

The masked woman had come up from behind. A quick flick of her wrists positioned a ball gag in front of the redhead's lips. The Master was more than happy to help. The rubber ball was the same color and size as a Washington State apple. Fitting in her mouth with about the same ease.

Kay was beginning to think her jaw would go flying apart, hinge broken, long before the man stopped shoving the ball in at her. She didn't feel much better as the woman behind her yanked, buckling up the strap. The leather cord cutting into the corners of her mouth.

"Now I've been told you complain a lot, but that you really love whatever is done to you. True or false?" the masked trainer asked as he unhooked a multi tailed hand whip from his belt.

Kay's eyes went about as large as the gag filling her mouth. Her head was a blur as she shook her head no.

"Just as we were told," the leathered woman said. "Complaints and we haven't even gotten started yet."

Leslie looked on, a part of her feeling bad about the position Kay was in.

Oh well, Leslie would get over it.

There really wasn't much she could do to help her partner anyway. Not without giving themselves away, or giving up the chance of catching some possibly important clue from Davis as to the where abouts of Denise.

The fact that Evan's mouth had worked up past her knees, and was deliciously close to her pussy had nothing to do with her decision.

Well, maybe a little.

There were other wet slurping noises then those being made by Evan. Ilisa's lips and tongue were busy working in Davis' lap. Leslie couldn't see much, but the top of the blonde's head was bouncing up and down with a fairly regular motion. One that might explain the shit eating grin on the billionaire's face.

As the other party guests shouted out what they'd like to see done to the suspended Kay, the masked woman was reaching for the redhead's hip. Untying the tiny bit of cord holding the leather G-string to Kay's body.

The leathered man was delighted with his discovery of the pop-off pieces of their new slave's halter. He held up the small bits of leather for the crowd to see. Treating them as some sort of prize and getting the crowd roaring their approval. He made a show of looking over the pink buds of Kay's nipples before spending several pleasant moments squeezing them.

Pinching and pulling them until tears were running down Kay's cheeks.

The place just about went wild when he started flicking the small whip across her chest!

Leslie thought again about saying or doing something, but that was about the time Evan's tongue had made it's way up over the elastic tops of her nylons, brushing lightly over her lace panties.

His wonderful mouth had been playing it's magic over her for such a long time now, she hated to do something that might interrupt. Besides, Kay was a big girl. She knew how to take care of herself. So Leslie leaned back once more, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations brought on by the talented tongue lapping at her sex.

The masked woman must have felt the need to show the on lookers she was as well versed as her partner was. She also had a small whip hooked to her waist, and decided this was the time for her to show how well she could use it. Standing behind Kay, she had the perfect angle for putting some color to her new slave's bottom.

Each stroke made by either dominant brought out a cheer from this bizarre theatre in the round. Soon the dominant's actions turned into a competition, with each trying for louder applause then what the other got.

Going at Kay with trick swings of the whip. Doing little faints to put the hanging girl off guard so their next blow would bring a better reaction from her. Or else they seeing how many color variations could be caused on her skin.

Criss-crossing every inch of Kay's body as she jerked and twisted around the best she could.

The leathered duo were very inventive in the number of painful torments they came up with, and the crowd appreciated them for it.

Only Kay didn't.

Not making the redhead feel any better as the stage slowly spun back around to where she could see Leslie sitting there with that idiot smile on her face. And what was the guy doing kneeling in front of her like that? Was he really…?

Leslie had also noticed the stage had turned to where Kay was facing towards her. She thought for a moment about waving at Kay, deciding it might be in bad taste.

And speaking of taste, she hoped Evan was enjoying what he was getting. Although her panties were still blocking his tongue from really getting in at her, Leslie's pussy was flowing freely.

Giving the stud a full meal.

Her lacy panties had been well soaked long before the slave's tongue had ever gotten up high enough where he could notice. They were so wet now that even if they were removed, it would be hours before they'd ever dry out again.

And there was more to come!

Evan was using the frilly lace as a strainer as he sucked her juices right through the material.

"She's something, isn't she," Davis said.

Leslie looked over at Ilisa first, thinking he was talking about the way the blonde was sucking on his cock. It took a moment or two before the brunette realized he was staring intently at the stage.

"Who? You mean Kay?"

Leslie suddenly realized the old fart was feeling it bad. He hadn't stopped looking at Kay since the moment they'd shown up at his table. Even with the Princess of Norway slurping away on his schlong, he's still thinking about Kay's little bush.

"Yes, yes. She really takes the whip well. And the way she's carrying on. If you didn't know better you'd think she didn't like it at all."

Leslie just nodded, doing her best to hold in a moan as Evan's tongue glided over her hungry clit. If he didn't stop doing that, she was going to have to feel more than just his tongue up there.

And soon!

"Yes," she hissed out from between tightly clenched teeth. "She's always acting like that. All part of the challenge of owning her."

"Well you let me know if you ever get tired of her. I could always use a slave like her for my stable. Maybe we could work out a trade?"

Evan's tongue found her hidden clit once more and Leslie nearly screamed. Nearly coming!

Davis' offer had some merit. It would give Kay an excellent opportunity for checking out all of the slaves quarters. Not to mention what it would do for Leslie.