Unknown - The big whip-off

Driving another inch or two of it into her in the process!

The Dirty Pair looked on in helpless silence as they saw the girl's legs tremble, looking about ready to collapse from under her.

Before it happened, the stud grabbed hold of her. His well muscled arms flexing as he lifted her straight up. The blonde bundle in his arms relaxed, leaning back against the man's hard chest. Her body giving up trying to do anything further.

This new angle also showed that the shaft wasn't pushing it's way up into her pussy.

It had been filling her ass!

"Oh shit!"

Kay's spontaneous outburst brought a huge smile to Ilisa's face. The dominant knew she had found a weak spot in at least one of her new prisoners and that discovery pleased her. It gave her power over them, and she lived for power.

Leslie and Kay were busy staring, and wondering, about how Denise could have last for as long as she had. There must have been at least eight inches of the dildo headed shaft jammed into her, probably more.

And those invading inches hadn't been smooth and gleaming like the lower section of the metal pole. The last foot of the shaft was covered with thick ribbing, and rough knobs spotted all over. Things to provide an infinite number of hard edges to rub away at soft inner tissues.

It must have been hell!

She had also been shaved and ringed!

One way or another, it had worked. Denise was a broken woman.

"Bless you Mistress… Bless you…" was all the girl could babble as she sagged limply in the stud's arms.

"Take her to my chambers," Ilisa instructed. The slave stud nodded, disappearing with the girl.

"I shall be leaving you for awhile, but I will return. You are both so interesting. I simply must know all about you. Everything," she said ominously. "And we'll have so much fun together. Until we find you some new owners, that is."

"Owners?" Leslie blurted out. "You mean to…"

"Sell us?" Kay finished.

"I need to tie up all the loose ends. Obviously you know too much now. Once you've told me why you're here – and you will do that – you'll beg me to listen to your confession. Then you'll be trained and sold, just like all the others. And with the natural," Ilisa ran a finger down through the slit of each hanging girl, "shall we say, talents you both have shown, I think you'll bring in an excellent price."

"Is that what's going to happen to that other girl?" Leslie asked, doing her best to ignore the finger playing with her pussy lips.

The blonde snapped her a glare, as if she had gone too far, asked the wrong thing. "She's a special case, but yes, she'll be sold off as well. I've found it to be a business offering extremely high rewards. You wouldn't believe the amounts of money there are to be made in the slave trade."

"But I'm sure we'll find out," Leslie said sadly.

"Can't we work something out over this shaving thing?" asked Kay. "I don't mind the slave bit. All that cock around to play with could be fun, but I'd really like to keep my fur."

Ilisa didn't know what to make of the girl, so she just ignored her.

"But before I go, I want to leave you with a little something to remember me by."

From a nearby table Ilisa took a small glass jar. Unscrewing the lid, she scooped up a glop of a thick pink cream.

"This is amazing stuff. Really gets a girl's attention," she said as she stuck her fingers, and the goo, into Kay's pussy.

"Hey! What do you think… oouuuchhhhh!"

Ilisa had used her thumb to mash Kay's clit. Holding the flailing girl still until Ilisa was able to rub all of the cream off her fingers.

"I hope you'll be more sensible," the blonde warned Leslie, scooping up a new load of the pink cream.

"Little Miss Sensible, that's what they put under my picture in the high school yearbook," Leslie said, doing her best not to react as Ilisa's fingers worked their way around inside her.

Long digits which were taking a tour of her sex as they packed the gooey cream into her every nook. Finger fucking her at the same time until Leslie had to let out a pleasurable moan.

"I hope you enjoyed it. It will be a long time before that cunt of yours gets anymore attention," the dominant laughed. "Soon you'll be begging me to let you cum. Think about that while I'm gone. I own your clits!"

Her harsh laughter filled the room. Echoing off the hard walls, lingering long after the woman closed the door behind her.

"Shit! What is that stuff?" Kay complained.

"What are you bitching about? So it itches as little. Big deal."

"Yeah? Well I got it first. Give it another few seconds, you'll see," the redhead pouted.

Leslie noticed Kay was rubbing her thighs together. Thrusting her hips around like she was attempting to get herself off.

Then it started to hit Leslie!

What had been a little itch, was turning into a big one. And there was a burning sensation as well.

All of it increasing by the second!

The heat building was inside until Leslie was sure she'd burst into flame. The itching demanding attention she couldn't pay it. This was the worst case of the hornies she'd ever felt.

If her hands weren't locked away from her use, she'd be digging away down there. Using a dildo, or fist fucking herself!

"Geez! No wonder Denise couldn't hold still when they had her staked on that thing. Imagine if they filled your ass with that stuff as well," Kay whimpered.

"Damn! She was probably pumped full with the stuff, front and back," Leslie pointed out. "She couldn't see, couldn't do a thing to help herself out and the more she rotated around on that dildo, the more irritation it caused. All those knobs and stuff would move the goo around, cork screwing it into places even the shaft didn't reach."

Kay shook her head, "Poor kid."

Then she went back to rubbing her legs together. Kay was getting horny enough that the metal shaft was starting to look good pretty to her.

"Poor us. What do you think Ilisa was hinting about? She's planning on giving us the same treatment!"

"Then we better get the hell out of here," Kay said as if it were it would be just that easy.

"I open to suggestions. What's your plan?"

Kay was about to say something, then snapped her mouth shut again.

In fact, all she did was hang there and rub her legs together.

Ever harder!

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Leslie said, her own thighs rubbing together as well.

A few minutes later, the door opened and the slave stud came back in. He gave a quick look to Leslie and Kay, hardly noticing anything strange with the way they were squirming around. As if every woman he saw acted in such a sluttish way as they rubbed their own twats.

And maybe that's how his average days went!

Other than a lustful glance tossed their way from time to time, the stud went about his duties. Getting things ready Leslie and Kay would rather not think about. They hadn't paid much attention to his labors, spending all their time in figuring out a way to scratch the insistent itch in their crotches, as the stud cleaned off the dildo tipped metal shaft Denise had been staked out on. But when he produced a second, matching shaft, and began to bolt it into the floor, they knew things were about to get serious.

How much longer would the dominant blonde be content with only toying with Denise? Because the way it was looking now, her next stop would be back in the dungeon. Giving the stud his orders to stake a certain brunette and redhead out onto the waiting poles.

They had to come up with something, and do it fast!

Leslie gritted her teeth, focusing in on the stud as he worked. Their only possible means of escape might just be standing in front of her, and she had to figure out how best to make use of that nugget of knowledge.