Unknown - The big whip-off

Kay was still mad, but she was no longer charging towards Leslie. The reason she hadn't already thrown herself on top of Leslie to beat the crap out of her was the fact her wrists were locked behind her back.

"Yeah? Well that's real easy for you to say so long as it's me hanging by my thumbs. Did you see what they did to me after tanning my hide?"

"Afraid not. I was following up on some leads of my own."

"So you didn't even see it when they let me down, only to strap me onto some rolling cart? Well let me tell you, they took me on a little tour of the place, giving everyone a chance at playing with me."

"See? Wasn't all that bad then, was it?" Leslie smiled, acting as if Kay was only proving her right. "All those hands playing with your lovely body…"

"They sure as hell weren't being nice about it!" Kay exploded. "Every one of those assholes had to take a swat on my poor rump, or pinch my boobs! And the only time they touched my poor pussy, it was so they could pinch or slap it."

"Then what? Davis promised me he'd see to it you were taken care of," Leslie said as if she cared. Actually all she really wanted to know was when the next stud would show up. She wanted to milk this place for all the perks she could get.

"Oh they took care of me all right. They took me down to the fucking basement and dumped me there!"

"That's great work! Did you find any trace of Denise?" Leslie was doing her level best to sound interested, but her eyes were still locked on the front door.

"How could I? They had me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."

"Come over here and sit down." Leslie patted her hand on the huge mattress. "If they were done with their show, why did they keep you tied up?"

"It wasn't rope. If that's all it had been I probably would have gotten away by myself. But no, they slipped me into this big leather thing that could have been a wrist band for an elephant. It pinned my arms to my sides from shoulder to elbow and mashed my poor tits flat. There wasn't enough slack in the damn thing to let me even take in a breath. Then, as if that wasn't enough, they strapped my ankles together, and pulled them back up nearly to my collar. If the chest binder hadn't been so stiff, they would have had me bent into a backwards 'U'!"

Leslie's attention had been caught. Even after all the other things she had seen tonight, she still had problems trying to visualize what Kay had just described.

"All of that? I don't get it. I thought they were going to look after you, maybe put you in with some of the other slaves. You know, let you have a little fun," she said in way of explanation.

"Maybe they would have."

"If?" Leslie asked suspiciously.

Kay gave a shrug of her head. "If I hadn't bit the guy who had been whipping me."

"What?!"

"Well he'd been a real shit. He and that bimbo didn't need to do as much as what they did. So they were all standing around laughing about what a good job they'd done on me, and the guy was having some trouble getting that rubber ball out of my mouth. Hell, by that time it felt as if it had been made part of my throat. Anyway, after he loosened a couple of my teeth while yanking it free, his hand was dangling in front of me."

"So you bit him." Leslie couldn't believe Kay would do such a thing. How could she jeopardize the mission like that?

What if the guy got rabies and sued?

"Damn right I did! Might have been different if he had plugged me first. Looked like he had a pretty nice looking dick on him, but not only did he not put it to me, he wouldn't let anybody else take a go at me either. Kept mouthing off about how I hadn't been a good enough slave to deserve any pleasure."

"Sound's like you only got what you deserved," Leslie pointed out. Looking over to the door once more. Where was the next stud? Her puss was getting cold.

Kay had noticed her partner's preoccupation with the door. "The way you keep looking over there, he must have been pretty good."

"Who?"

"Your lead. The reason you couldn't hang around to protect me."

"Which one?" The words were hardly out of her mouth before Leslie wished she could recall them. Knowing what a drastic mistake she had just made.

"There was more than that one guy I saw you with? What, you were up here banging your kat off while I was stuck down in the basement having to lick cunt?"

"But I thought you said they had you tied up into a tight little ball," Leslie said as quickly as she could. Hoping to defuse the redhead's anger by keeping her talking if at all possible.

"Being real slaves they weren't about to set me free without permission, but that didn't mean they weren't feeling pretty frisky. If not for all the damn leather wrapped around me it might have even been fun. The only problem was that all the guys had been pretty well drained during the party, so they didn't feel much like playing with me. So all I had was the girls."

"There was this one guy who was joined us really late. He was so exhausted he could hardly move. Now I guess I know why. He'd been up here, slamming home the bacon with you no doubt."

Leslie shook her head with supreme innocence. "No, couldn't be. The only pumping going on in this room was for information. And it's starting to sound as if it wasn't such a bad time down in that cell."

"If I had spent the night snuggled up in a big comfy bed I might be thinking the same way too. But I was surrounded by a bunch slave girls who had been teased all night. Some of them may have gotten a squirt or two from some old coot, but they were all still horny as hell. And guess who was low tongue on the totem pole?"

"I imagine you fought back though. One or two bites on the pussy and most women would leave you alone," Leslie said as if it were really that easy.

"Except they were all expecting me to try something like that. So one of them grabbed hold of the strap holding my feet up to my neck, threatening to pull it tighter if I gave any trouble. I was already set to break in half. I'm surprised my legs still work at all. So I did what I was told. God, but there was a lot of slimey cunt in that cell for me to eat!"

"But did you find out anything about Denise?"

"Yeah. Her cunt wasn't there for me to clean out. You have any idea about how bad that much stale spunk tastes? It's not bad when you're taking it first hand, but when it's left stewing around for…"

"Spare me the details." Leslie's face was beginning to take on some unhealthy colors as she thought about it. "Is there anything else?"

"I should say so. We've got to get out of here." Leslie's body tensed. For the first time since Kay's appearance the brunette seemed ready for action.

"Why's that? Did you hear something? Are they on to us?"

"Worse! All those slaves are shaved. You know, down there. And most of them are pierced in a lot of very uncomfortable places."

Letting out a sigh, Leslie lowered herself back down onto the comfortable mattress. "I know I'll be sorry for asking, but what does that matter?"

"They noticed I still have my lovely fur and that I was unmarked by any rings or of identifying studs. Most of them were talking about how their owners would be more than happy to change that for me. We've got to get out of here before I lose my pretty bush!"

"Don't be a baby. They were only saying that because they saw how it upset you. Now settle down, I'll protect you," Leslie said in a comforting way.

"Yeah?" Kay was looking over her hide, counting the stripes. "You've done a hell of a fine job there so far."

"Stop it! Listen, we'll nose around as much as we can this morning, if we can't find anything useful we'll clear out. We'll be together the whole time, nobody's going to do anything weird with you so long as we're together."

"Ok, but I still think we should clear out. For some reason I have a bad feeling about this."