Unknown - The big whip-off

"Those bastards! If I ever get my hands on them, I'll rip their cocks off! I'll do it with my bare hands!"

"Hey! Leslie. I thought you were supposed to be the one always under control? So how come you're freaking out like this?"

"How can you even ask that? Don't you feel violated? Don't you want to rip their balls off with a length of rusty barbed wire and shove 'em down their throats?"

Kay cringed slightly. "I must admit that's a more graphic description than what I would have used, but yeah. I don't want to see those assholes get away with shit. Not that we can do a damn thing to get back at them while we're trapped in here."

"No shit! Of course we…" Leslie instantly stopped her bitching. With a heavy sigh, she hung limply from the chain trapping her and started trying to think of a way out.

Hoping she'd come up with something better than what their neighbor had done so far. Yes there was one other person sharing the same cell with them.

Another woman.

Only they hadn't had any luck in communicating with her yet. The fact she had a leather hood covering her face which prevented her from seeing or hearing that she was no longer alone, and a gag clogged her mouth probably explained most of that.

The hood might have hidden the female features away, but her naked breasts were a bit of a give-away to her gender. It was hard to tell much about her legs. A leather binder covered them from hip to ankles, hobbling her to where walking probably would have been impossible.

As if that weren't bad enough for the woman, there was a metal shaft coming up from the floor between her legs. And it looked to be sticking right up into her!

Not that she could do much about it. Her arms were held in a single sleeve binder, so she couldn't do as much as flex her fingers, let alone reach down between her legs.

She must have been in good health though, the Dirty Pair thought. She couldn't seem to keep still. The woman kept turning around in tiny circles. Pivoting around and around on the metal pole. No possible way to escape, but she never stopped moving.

"What the hell do you think that's all about?" Leslie muttered, not really expecting any good answer out of her partner.

"Don't know. You'd think she'd get tired of it after while. Things can't be that boring here, could they?"

On cue, the cell door opened.

"You can believe me, the last thing that occurs here is boredom."

The Dirty Pair turned as one to see who had just joined them.

"Ilisa! God, but I'm glad to see you. Could you let us down? I'm afraid some of the boys got a little carried away," Leslie said.

"Did they now?" Only it didn't sound as if the blonde was asking. The chill of her laughter didn't bode well either.

Only then did the girls take a closer look at what had once been a sweet Nordic beauty. No longer was she wearing the outfit of a submissive. She was still in leather though.

A frightening outfit a dominant would wear!

A leather leotard, French cut to show a good deal of leg and hip, as well as having a neck line designed for best displaying her full breasts. A beautiful chest which was inaccessible because of some crossing straps protecting her otherwise bare nipples.

The true give-a-ways to Ilisa's change was the addition of the long cape draped over her shoulders, the open fingered gloves reaching up past her elbows and the black, thigh high boots. Boots that made the blonde look all the more threatening because of their three inch platforms soles and needle thin heels.

"A part of me says that the boys probably didn't do nearly enough to you. Yet!" Ilisa said as she slowly walked around the hanging girls. Inspecting their bodies with a practiced eye.

"I must admit, I've heard some fascinating things about the two of you. You've been rather hard on the egos of some of my very best slaves. All my slaves are carefully picked for how well endowed they are. Only then are they trained to please a woman properly. Any one of them should be able to handle any woman, with the possible exception of me, without problem. Most of my slaves have been known to handle several of our female guests in one night alone. So why is it you two drain my men and send them back with their tails between their legs?"

"Maybe we just know how to party," Kay said.

"We might have done better if we hadn't of been drugged," Leslie pointed out, stretching a jaw still very sore after the way Andy had used her. "What the hell is that stuff anyway?"

"A little something for making the handling unruly slaves easier." The big blonde was smiling happily and Leslie wondered what had happened to change what had been such a submissive woman.

"But why use it? Why us?" Leslie was starting to feel nervous with the way the blonde was circling them. With the eye of a vulture.

"Let's just say you interest me. I wanted to find out more about you," Ilisa said as her fingers made contact with Kay for the first time. Lightly stroking her long nails up along the girl's taut belly.

"You could have just invited us for coffee," the redhead said. She was making a bit of a face as she wondered if this sudden attention meant she was going to be licking pussy again pretty soon.

The blonde shook her head with disbelief. "You two are amazing. You're taking this so calmly, even able to make jokes about it. Any other woman would be screaming threats or crying her eyes out. Just who are you?"

"We already told you. At least I told Davis…" Leslie started.

"NO! You didn't tell him, or me, a damn thing. At least nothing that's true. I severely doubt you're from a rich family, you have too much back bone. Just as I'm sure your no dominant." Ilisa's fingers were squeezing down hard on Kay's right nipple. "And I'm positive you're no slave."

"And I think you're wrong!" Leslie flared, tiring of the game.

Smack!

Leslie's head rocked to the side after being slapped hard.

"I trust you won't use that tone with me again," the blonde warned. Her hand cocked and ready to swing again. "Now several things just screamed out to me, saying there was something wrong with you two. First you wouldn't talk about who your father was. I've yet to meet anyone from a wealthy family who didn't toss the name around just to show they were a person to be reckoned with. Also, you didn't seem to have the first idea of what to do with a slave. Any other dominant wouldn't have hesitated when given a slave like Evan. A real woman would have put him in his place and used him as the male slut he is."

"Did you think that maybe I'm just a bit shy in a new surrounding?" Leslie asked. Shit! she thought. This isn't going at all well. Her fingers were searching at the padlocks holding her wrists, hoping to find some way to escape.

No, this is not looking good!

"And as for you," Ilisa said to Kay, "You have too much attitude to be a submissive. That would have been knocked out of you a long time ago if you were really owned by someone with guts. And then there's this…"

"Ooowwwww!" Kay yelled out as the blonde took hold, and yanked on a tuft of red pubic hair.

"You'd never be put on display in a crowd like this. If you were mine, this would be shaved off and there would be a few rings installed also."

"So you did this to us just because we didn't fit into your image of a happy couple?" Leslie's voice sounding upset and frustrated for the first time. Doing her best to assume the air of a wealthy young woman.

"I need another reason? Alright, how about this?" The blonde walked across the room, turned on a T.V. monitor and pressed the start button on a V.C.R..

The picture that flared to life was of Leslie's guest bedroom.

"… After I put a few whip marks on your hide!"

"I'm sorry you're taking it all this way," Leslie heard herself say.