Unknown - The big whip-off

Unable to take on the guilt of being the cause for the other two women getting whipped, a crying Denise started lapping away.

"That's better. Dig it in a little deeper now."

Ilisa settled back in her chair. Enjoying life the way it should be lived. Another hard swat sent Kay hopping back around to suck on her other nipple, and she could feel the brunette getting herself up on her knees so she could get around Denise's body, and still be able to lick both boots.

Relaxing as her three slaves serviced her, Ilisa mapped out in her mind what she was going to do with them.

"Mistress?"

"Yes cunt."

"May I join my friend and lick your nipple?" Leslie humbly asked.

The dominant didn't trust the brunette, but felt secure she was holding all the key cards for the moment. So with a wave of her hand, and a nod of her head, Leslie was allowed to slowly work her way up and hop over past Kay. Treating it like a tag team, Kay took Leslie's arrival as her cue to hop back over to take the far side of Ilisa's body.

Three sucking mouths almost brought her more bliss then Ilisa could stand. Denise wasn't any great shakes. Her feelings of disgust over what she was being forced to do kept away any sense of enthusiasm. On the other hand, the redhead and brunette were doing a fantastic job. Licking her nipples with a skill that seemed to show they had done this before.

Opening a whole new series of possibilities for the duo.

"Excuse me Mistress, but are we performing properly?" Leslie asked.

"What? Searching for praise?"

"No Mistress. We only wanted to make sure you were getting what you wanted."

Eyes narrowed as anger began to build. These two were getting on her nerves again. Almost as if they were planning something. Possibly it was time to deal with them.

Harshly!

"I'll let you know when you do something good enough to warrant my attention. Now get back to work!"

"Yes your slutness."

"WHAT? How dare you!"

"This is how," Kay yelled.

Leslie and Kay each grabbed hold on one of the woman's wrists and yanked it behind her back. Ratcheting down a pair of handcuffs before Ilisa could fight back. Kay took a position behind the chair so she could slip an arm around the blonde's neck, forcing her head backwards over the wooden back rest. Kay pulled back until she heard the woman gasping for breath.

Leslie hurried down to where Ilisa's heels were kicking around Denise's body. Helping the girl move away, Leslie fit a second pair of cuffs around the surprised dominant's ankles.

"But… HOW? How did you do it?" Ilisa asked, gulping down air between words now that Kay had let her go.

"Not completely easy," Leslie admitted. She was busy unlocking the cuffs still holding Kay's ankles. Then she held the key up for the blonde to see.

"Where did you…? I don't understand!"

"Sloppy," Kay tisked. "Shouldn't leave toys out where the children can reach."

"You told me to go get the handcuffs, but you didn't say anything about leaving the key there on the table. You looked so happy with all the licking you were getting, I didn't have the heart to ask you if it was alright if I freed myself."

"You cunts!"

Leslie went on with her explanation. "It was mighty nice of you to let me move close enough I could hand the key to Kay so she could free herself as well. And the rest, as they say, is history."

"Ok, we can deal," Ilisa said hopefully, looking from Leslie to Kay. "Like I told you, there's a lot of money in this. I can cut you both in."

"Until the first time we turn our backs on you. I think maybe not." Reaching down, Leslie helped Denise to her feet and Kay helped with pulling the single glove off her.

"You stupid cows! You don't know what you're interfering with!"

"Yes we do. And you're history bitch," Kay announced as she reached over for one of the nipples she had been sucking on. Giving it one hell of a twist.

"Kay, time for us to get ourselves out of here. But first, go over and check to see if our former cell is still empty."

"But why me? Every time you say…"

"No time for arguments. GO!"

A few moments later, Kay was letting herself back into Ilisa's room. "Coast is clear, so why don't we… What's with you?"

Denise was giggling from Kay's reaction to Leslie.

Or rather to her change of costume.

With Denise's help, Leslie was now wearing Ilisa's leathers.

"Don't you like it?" Leslie asked, smoothing her hands over the form fitting leather.

"Sure, you look like Batman in drag. Only, why go to the bother?"

"We still need to get out of the house, and I think this will help us do that."

Kay shrugged, then she pointed to Ilisa. "What about her? Are we taking her with us?"

"I don't think she'd be very helpful. But I do have an idea that would be very fitting."

Between the three of them they were able to wrestle Ilisa back over to the dungeon cell. Bending her over and strapping her to a whipping bar, the girls chained the blonde's ankles out at an extremely wide angle. Ilisa was now left with her pussy and ass totally open and exposed.

"I still don't follow what you're up to," Kay admitted.

"We're just putting together a distraction to keep the troops busy while we make our exit."

"But won't they recognize her? One word from Miss Bitch and the whole household will be tracking us down."

"So what if they don't recognize her?"

Leslie held up the leather hood that had hid Denise's face away so well. Ilisa wasn't a good sport and fought as hard as she could to prevent the hood from being laced down over her.

She didn't care for the ring gag any better.

The ring was big enough to allow all but the biggest slave cock to fit in her open mouth.

"Sorry, wish we could stay and play with you some more. Maybe some other time," Leslie gloated and gave their hooded prisoner a good hard whack on the ass.

They grabbed the bound slave stud and hustled him into a closet where he wouldn't be seen for awhile, then they all headed out the cell door. This time they were looking for someone, anyone, to come walking by. They were half way up the stairs leading back to the main floor before their wish came true.

"You! Slave! Follow me!" Leslie demanded in her harshest tone. Wanting to prove how well trained he was to the beautiful dominant, the slave jumped to follow the leathered woman. Going with her back to the cell where he received his orders for the day.

Once Leslie rejoined the waiting, naked girls, it didn't take long for them to walk out to the now cramped RX-7.

With the car speeding them to safety, Kay couldn't stand it any longer. "So? Aren't you going to tell us what you did?"

"I turned the key and stepped on the accelerator. It's all in the owners manual. I think even you could follow it."

"Not the car!" the redhead shouted, slapping the driver on the shoulder. "What did you do about Ilisa? Or should we be watching out for cars following us?"

"I merely told that very attentive slave that the hooded woman in the cell had been very rude, and was in sever need of punishment. Explaining to him that she had embarrassed Mistress Ilisa by refusing to perform sexually when given to a guest. Then I ordered him to gather up as many slaves as possible, and that they were to make use of all of her holes for as long as they could. To give her a fitting punishment suiting her crime."

Denise's mouth was hanging loose as she listened in shock. She had every reason to hate the blonde bitch for what she had done, but even this was a harsh punishment.

"So how long do you think that will hold her?"

"Seeing as I told the slave to make sure the slut was kept gagged at all times, and that they were to keep up her punishment until he heard otherwise from either Mistress Ilisa or myself… it might be awhile."