Unknown - The big whip-off

"Thought you could do that. Now what?"

"Easy. Catch!"

Swinging her body even further out, curling her knees in tight to her chest, Leslie snapped her body out straight at the height of her swing. Her toes coming up as high as Kay's wrists.

It took three attempts before Kay was able to make a grab for the keys. As it was she almost dropped them in the brief tug-of-war her fingers had with Leslie's toes.

"I don't suppose you know which one fits the lock?"

"Just do it! This is our only chance. If that blonde bitch comes back in now, we'll never have another opportunity," Leslie warned.

"Ok! Jeez! No need to get so melodramatic."

There were about twenty keys on the ring, so naturally the lock didn't open until after Kay tried eighteen of them. Loving her new found freedom, Kay couldn't make up her mind which she wanted to do, rub away the soreness in her wrists, or the pain in her ass.

And there was still the burning demand in her pussy to be reckoned with.

"Hey! Forget something?" Leslie yelled.

"Yeah, maybe. Did you see a vibrator around here earlier? Jeez, anything! This puss of mine…"

"Get me down!"

"I was thinking about leaving you for awhile. You know, so Ilisa would have something to come home to."

"What!? Why?"

"To show you how much I appreciate all you've done for me. I want to share with you the fun of the whippings, the cunt licking and the ass fucking you've arranged for me."

"Listen Kay, I'm sorry about all that, but we've got to get out of here!"

The redhead stepped over and reached for the padlocks holding her partner. "I know. Just wanted to scare you."

They smiled at each other as they rubbed their wrists.

"But I think you're right," said Leslie. "In a place like this, there's got to be a dildo or two. My puss is killing me!"

Giggling, they headed for the door.

"You got any ideas?" asked Kay.

"They couldn't have gone far. Our watch dog slave wasn't gone long when he took Denise away. I'd guess they're probably on the same floor."

"So we do a door by door?"

"Unless you've got a better idea," Leslie shrugged.

They took a few moments to securely bind the unconscious slave so he couldn't give them away when he came to, before they slipped out the cell door.

If they'd been anywhere else, their wandering around naked might have attracted some attention. In this house, they were just two more slaves. Each took one end of the long hallway to search, listening in at each door they came to. Wanting to check as many rooms as possible this way before barging in on people who might not see the humor involved.

"Pisst! Les! Got it!" Kay said in a stage whisper loud enough for most of the house to hear.

The dark haired agent hurried to Kay's side. Both pressed their ears to the door and with a nod of agreement they thought they'd take the chance. Kay reared back, ready to kick at the panel as Leslie quietly turned the knob.

Kay's momentum carried her right through the doorway as the door crashed open, Leslie charging right behind her.

Ilisa's head snapped up. "What the…!!! You two!"

The big dominant was sitting in a chair, with Denise on the ground before her. The girl was curled up around her Mistress' booted leg, kissing and paying homage to the black leather.

Ilisa's body was moving before her mouth had finished shouting at the duo interrupting her training session. Throwing her body up and away from the chair, kicking Denise flat to the floor at the same time. The mistreated girl didn't have the strength left to her to do more than whimper as she rolled around on the carpet.

The Dirty Pair were still charging. With a few more steps they'd be on the bitch blonde.

"STOP!" Ilisa's shrieked.

With a move too quick for the rushing duo to have stopped, Ilisa brought a spiked heel down onto the center of Denise's throat.

"Hold it right there! Do it, or I'll crush her throat! You'd never get her to a doctor in time."

The girls stopped cold. Frozen in place, but still glaring at the bitch blonde.

Ilisa tossed her head back and laughed. "Daddy would be proud of you. I don't know how you got free, but I assure you, it won't happen again."

Denise was crying.

Sobbing, "I'm sorry… so sorry…"

The action had been too fast for her to see how close she had come to winning back freedom. If she had known, she would have fought to get away. Done anything she could to have to help with her rescue. Instead it looked like her fate was sealed.

Ilisa was still laughing as she pointed Leslie over to a side table. "Go over there. You'll find several pairs of handcuffs. Bring four pair over here."

It took the sound of Denise chocking as Ilisa added more pressure to the pointed heel about ready to pierce the girl's neck to get Leslie to move.

"Look, I hope you're not upset about all this," Kay said. "We didn't mean to interrupt anything. If this is a bad time, we can come back later."

"Where did they find you? You're treating this like you've just accidentally woke a neighbor up. Or is this just a big joke for you? If so, I'll change that," said a disbelieving Ilisa. "And what's taking you so long?"

Leslie was stepping back over to where Kay was standing. Her eyes moving around as if searching for a way out. "Sorry if I don't seem to excited. Never have liked handcuffs."

"Too bad. Because you're going to be wearing them, or something worse, for a very long time," the blonde promised. "Now put them on your bimbo friend. Wrists behind her back, and a pair on her ankles. And I want to hear them click down tight."

Kay was complaining about being called a bimbo until she let out a yelp from the handcuffs closing down far beyond snug.

Ilisa nodded her happiness. "Good, now do the same for yourself."

Glaring at the bitch, Leslie had to get down on the floor to do as requested.

"Come over here so I can see," Ilisa demanded Kay.

Because of her high heels, and because there was only an inch of play between her ankles now, it took almost a minute for Kay to cross the few feet separating her from the blonde.

The bitch smiled broadly as she saw that both pairs of cuffs were indeed cinched down deep into the girl's flesh. She wasn't about to give these two another chance for escape.

"Now you."

Leslie glared again. Fixed the way she was, there was no way the brunette could stand by herself, so Leslie was forced to crawl over on her belly.

A humiliation Ilisa enjoyed to no end.

"I like it. I think we'll keep you just like that." A quick check told Ilisa that Leslie's cuffs were just as tight as Kay's.

The tall blonde looked quite regal as she sat down once more.

"I think you owe me, all of you, for this unseemly display. So you may start now. You there, you there and Red, you're up here." Leslie and Denise were each pointed to a boot for them to kiss, and the dominant pulled her top aside so Kay could suck her nipples.

"Yes. Very nice. Maybe I can work out a group rate. Sell you as a set. After I get you trained that is. Of course you'll all have to be punished first for being so naughty."

Ilisa gave Kay a few swats on the rump. Making the redhead hop around to the other side of her body to suck the untouched nipple. Not letting the prisoner simply lean across.

"Now let's get back to where we were before our interruption. Remember what you were about to do?" the dominant asked Denise.

The girl got much busier with how she was kissing the woman's boot. Acting as if she hadn't heard what the woman had said. "Don't. Please don't. Anything else."

"Wrong response!" Ilisa grabbed a handful of Denise's hair and stuffed the girl's face into her crotch.

"I'd better start feeling some tongue action down there real soon, or else I'm gonna start whipping some ass. A lot of it. On all three of you!"