Unknown - The big whip-off

"Well I'm… what? How else am I supposed to feel?" Kay argued for the second time that day.

"Oh come on. We both know we get these missions…"

"And what kind of missions are those?" Ilisa asked, stopping the tape.

"That's just the way we talk to each other. You know, lover's short hand," Leslie quickly dismissed.

Leslie did her best to hold on to her composure, but inside she was pissed at herself. Why hadn't she checked the room for bugs? Her head was so muddled at the moment, she couldn't even remember what other incriminating things they might have said while thinking they were alone.

Things were looking much worse!

"I don't think so. But I do intend to find out what this is all about," the confident blonde promised.

"What does Davis have to say about all this?" Leslie tried. Damn, but they had to get themselves out of here. She'd already seen that these kids played rough.

"That old man? No this is just like everything else around him, he doesn't have a clue," Ilisa snarled.

"I thought you were his slave?"

"During those rare moments when we're together, yes I am. Otherwise I'm just as he had told you. I run things for him. All Davis cares about anymore, are his kinky games. So long as I keep him supplied with tender young, well trained slaves to play with, and arrange for a party here and there, he doesn't care what else I do. So while he gets his dick wet, I run everything else."

"The house you mean. With as many business as what Davis owns…"

"I meant what I said!" the blonde snapped.

Ilisa took a breath to settle herself back down. She also stepped closer to Kay. Between her natural height and the added inches from her boots, she stood tall enough to feed one of her breasts to the redhead's mouth. Making the girl suck and lick around the tiny leather strips covering her nipple.

Cruel fingers curled in Kay's pubic bush to help convince the girl to do a good job.

"I had to grovel like an animal for that bastard for four years before he began trusting me. Working my ass off seeing to his every wish. He didn't have to think or do a single thing for himself, I saw to it he never wanted for anything. Eventually he saw what a treasure he had in me and started letting me do more for him. Finally he added me onto his staff as his personal assistant. Now his empire is mine!"

"Quite a step up from slave slut."

"Don't be flippant with me. You aren't in a good position for it."

Tugging at the chain holding her wrists once more, Leslie was forced to agree.

"But we'll talk about that more later. Although I'm sure we will have a good deal of fun talking together later. You aren't the real reason I came."

"I'm crushed," Leslie quipped.

"It's going to be fun squeezing the truth out of you," Ilisa said coldly as she pulled away from Kay's sucking mouth.

She walked over to where the third girl was still traveling around in her silent circles. Ilisa carefully unzipped the front of the hobble skirt just far enough so she could reach inside.

Right about at crotch level!

The hooded girl reacted as if struck with lightning. Her body stiffening, breast sticking straight out at Ilisa. But instead of jerking away from the invading fingers, the hooded girl did all she could to thrust her hips back towards the blonde.

Acting as if she were trying to follow Ilisa's fingers with her pussy!

"Ahh," the blonde tisked. "The treatment does seem to put a bit of an itch into a girl, doesn't it?"

By the motion of the woman's hand, Leslie guessed Ilisa was toying with the girl's clit. The girl who couldn't possibly have heard what the blonde had said seemed willing to do anything in her power to make the fondling fingers continue with what they had started.

"A little bit of a special mixture injected into a waiting orifice, add a waiting period and take away all ability to protect one's self. It all adds together, turning a slave around," Ilisa said proudly. "Making her soft and pliable. Perfect for training."

The blonde took her hand away from the staked girl, and if it were possible to sigh with your body, that's what the girl did. Shifting her body around blindly as she searched for that hand again.

Trying to tempt those fingers to return.

Only those fingers were busy elsewhere. Unbuckling the strap holding the gag in the girl's mouth. Even with the gag loose, it wasn't easy pulling the mouth stuffer out.

The Dirty Pair were surprised that the girl had managed to go for such a long time with such a large dildo jamming her mouth and throat so full. The more Ilisa pulled out, the longer the dildo seemed to be!

"Thank you… Thank you… Mistress," the girl gasped. She was drooling over her naked breasts from a mouth she couldn't quite close yet.

"A good sign right there." Ilisa turned proudly to face Kay and Leslie. "When I first got her, all she could do was curse and fight. This is her first honest show of improvement."

Not getting the response she wished from either of the hanging women over this, Ilisa turned away from them and started working at removing the girl's hood.

As the tight leather was peeled off her, the Dirty Pair got their first look at the girl. Seeing a blonde whose hair was matted down to her head with fear sweat. Letting them see for the first time the glassy eyes which were blinking away what seemed to the bound girl as harsh light.

Showing them the face of…

"Denise!" Kay yelped in surprise.

"How long has she been like this!"

It was only because Leslie had yelled out louder then Kay, that they weren't given away completely.

"Long enough to begin to teach her some manors," Ilisa said, running fingers through the girl's slickened hair.

Denise's gaze remained downcast throughout it all.

"Isn't that true slave?"

"Yes Mistress," Denise said as loud as her laboring lungs would let her.

"And are you willing to show me the respect I so rightfully deserve?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Even though you know what I will require of you?"

There was a slight hesitation, but Denise's response was as loud as she could make it. "Yes Mistress!"

"Good. Very good," Ilisa gloated.

Three quick steps took the dominant over to the cell door.

"Get in here," she yelled.

One of her powerful, and too well built slaves, hurried in. "Yes Mistress. I'm here but to serve."

To Kay and Leslie, it looked as if Ilisa was about ready to cum!

The woman loved seeing others grovel before her.

"Pull that one free." Ilisa's hand waved at Denise.

The stud slave quickly reached for the heavy, wide belt anchoring the hobble skirt in place. It had been cinched so tight, the girl's waist had been brought down to nearly nothing, leaving very little room to be able to draw it tighter for the instant it would take to free the locking tab.

Denise groaned as her internal organs shifted around. Forced out of their regular placement by the power of man's tugging hands. With the belt unfastened, the rest of the skirt came apart easily. The long zipper sliding down the girl's length, dividing the leather behind it.

The prisoner had been made to wear some shoes so sever, they made her look like a performer from a ballet. Arching her feet to a painful angle, and making Denise take most of her weight on the points of her toes. It had been hell for Denise to endure standing like that for so long, but in a way the hobble skirt had made it all easier. The form fitting leather had helped distribute the stress through out the lower portion of her body.

Now the skirt was gone, and it was only the fading strength of Denise's ankles left to hold her up.

Forcing the tired girl to make use the only other support left to her. The shaft driven up into her body!

Rather than falling over to either side, the moaning Denise leaned back onto the metal shaft.