Unknown - The big whip-off

Forgetting about the nagging screams from her sex was a Herculean deed, but she had to keep all her concentration on the man. Studying him for weakness. She felt sure she could take the big man on hand to hand, but her hands needed to be free for that.

And damn it, time was running out!

The rattle of chains told Leslie that she wasn't the only one looking for a way out. Kay was being as quiet as possible as she checked her bonds for flaw. Leslie didn't think the answer would come from there, but if her partner came up with something, great!

Meanwhile, Leslie watched.

Trying not to think about the other pieces of furniture in the room. Each and every one of them was some device for torture. Items she didn't want to have first hand experience with. Still it was hard to ignore it all completely, because once the stud had the second pole secured to the floor, he busied himself with some of those other devices.

Beyond the tiny G-string hiding what would no doubt be a beautiful cock from their sight, the stud also wore a belt at his waist. Not much, just enough to hang a set of keys from. Keys which unlocked cabinets so the stud could take out the cuffs, whips and bizarre items Ilisa would no doubt wish to use.

Making the brunette shiver at the very thought of any of that equipment touching her most female flesh.

Especially frightening when he pulled out a tub sized container filled with the pink cream!

Everything was set out on a rolling table which could have been borrowed from a hospital's operating room. After he was done laying the items out, the stud wheeled the cart over to a position between the two metal poles. Then he locked up all of the cabinets again, put the keys back on his belt and for lack of having anything better to do, he sat down on the floor to wait for his Mistress' return.

Ilisa wasn't taking any chances with them. She wanted Leslie and Kay watched so they wouldn't try to escape.

Only the dominant's concern might just help them.

"What's wrong? Don't you like us?" Leslie asked.

"Huh? What?" The guy had all but been hypnotized by the way Kay's hips were gyrating.

"Aren't we good enough for you, or are you one of the gay slaves I heard they kept around here?"

Leslie tried twisting her body around so the man could have the best possible look at her body. It wasn't easy for her. Leslie thought her arms had been hoisted up slightly higher than Kay's, and Leslie didn't have the added fraction of an inch that would have been added if she had been wearing shoes, so her toes were barely touching the ground.

Shaking from her wrists, she put some jiggle into her breasts. Leslie didn't know what turned this guy on, so it was show time as she tried to narrow down the odds.

The stud was licking his lips as he slowly stood up. His fingers reached for the knots holding his tiny briefs in place.

"Does this look like I'm gay?" he said as his beefy cock jumped out.

"Hey, just asking. You hadn't seemed very interested in what we had to offer. I figure any other guy would have been on us like a shot. Two cock hungry babes, naked and waiting."

"More than willing," Kay added with a husky, sexy voice.

"Only maybe Mistress wouldn't like it," the stud said as he made motions as if he was about to tuck his cock away into his briefs again.

"She didn't tell you not to, did she?" Leslie quickly said before all that male meat was hidden away.

"I know she didn't tell us not to," Kay agreed.

Leslie gave another tug on her chains, setting her breasts bouncing once more. Come on asshole, she thought. Come and take the bait.

"We've been teased all day long. We could really use some good hard loving," she half begged in a little girl voice.

"I don't think you'd like my way of doing it," he told them.

"Between the two of us, I bet we could handle just about anything you'd like to do," Leslie promised, softly sure of herself.

The stud grinned, giving his head a bit of a shake. "Let me put it this way, this pole and I got something in common." His hand was wrapped around the shaft Denise had been impaled on.

"You mean you're hooked to the floor too?" asked Kay.

"No, you stupid cunt! What I mean is, I love sticking my meat up some girl's ass!"

"You're right. It's not my cup of tea," Leslie admitted first. "But my friend loves it that way."

The slave was suddenly smiling bigger and moving toward the redhead. Looking her over with a new found interest.

"What?!" Kay started. She was all set to list off all the reasons why she thought Leslie was full of shit. Body tensing and ready to tell the stud to get the hell away from her.

All of it ending when she saw Leslie's lips silently whispering to her, "You've got to do it. I've got a plan."

"What?!… I mean… What are you waiting for?" Kay said with her best pinned on smile. She certainly wanted no part of this type of play, but if Leslie had a plan…

And if the plan didn't work, she was going to get poked there anyway just as soon as Ilisa commanded the stud to drop them ass first on the metal shafts.

The guy didn't take the time to walk around behind Kay. Grabbing hold, he simply spun her around to where he could press his strengthening meat into the crease of her bottom cheeks. Hugging her tight in his arms as he got his first good feel of her warm ass globes.

"AAahhh, yeah! You've got an ass meant for fucking," he whispered in Kay's ear. His hands slipping up to flick her nipples.

The cream causing her pussy to threaten her with a melt down, drove Kay to distraction. She was so damn horny that now she had male hands on her, and could feel a cock press against her body, she was looking forward to any kind of a dicking she could get.

"Then do it!" she told the guy. "Don't waste time. Do me! Fuck me while we have the chance!"

"But what if Mistress…"

"Let her get her own date. Give me that damn cock!"

"Well… I…"

Kay wriggled her ass back against that hard cock as best she could, not wanting to give the guy a chance to back out now.

"Get me down from here and I'll give you the best damn screwing you've ever had. Any way you want it!" she promised, the heat of her words could make most men cum in their pants.

"I… I can't let you down. If Mistress found out…"

"Then do me like this. Right here, with me hanging by my wrists. I don't care, I just have to feel your cock inside me!"

That did it. The stud couldn't turn down this minx in heat. She had nearly pulled herself up in his arms to where she could take on that cock by herself.

"Yeah…yeah! You got it bitch!"

He held her wiggling body with one hand and used the other to guide his thick prick toward Kay's ass pucker.

Banging his knob against the tiny muscle ring.

"Damn! Damn it! You're too fucking tight! Can't get a start…"

"Get it wet lover. Put it in my pussy. It's nice and wet there."

The stud was hot enough he could hardly think straight any longer. He just wanted to get inside that cute ass in front of him.

"Yeah… Ok…" he grunted as he re-aimed his prick. He hardly had to move his meat before Kay's hungry pussy swallowed him up whole.

"Shit yes!" Kay screamed. The stud's steel hard missile was quickly making her forget all the torment the pink cream had caused her. Her passion was about ready to explode…

Just as he pulled out!

"What are you doing? It felt so good!" she cried.

"It'll feel better," the stud promised as his cock started knocking at her asshole again.

Thrusting and banging against Kay with bruising pressure.

"Still… can't get… it in there!"

And suddenly he was gone!

Kay's head spun around to see what had happened. To spot where the guy had gone. He was unlocking one of the equipment cabinets and was rummaging around inside.