"But why do I have to be the slave?"
Leslie looked over at the pouting redhead and wondered why they always had to have arguments like this. You'd think that after all this time of working together things would be smoother.
Putting on a front of calm and patience she answered, "First of all, it was my idea."
"No, that doesn't cut it," Kay shouted. "What about the time we needed information out of that pimp. It was my idea for one of us to go undercover as one of his girls…"
"And I let you do it," Leslie jumping in quickly. "Not only did you do a good job of it, you even picked up a little extra Christmas money if I remember correctly."
"Yeah, but…"
"And I didn't complain a bit if you remember."
Kay's eyes scrunched up as she thought back on the case. "I guess that's true."
"Of course it is. But when I come up with a plan and all you can do is bitch about how you want to change it," complained an indignant brunette.
"Not… not really. Did you really think I did a good job on that other case?"
"You were wonderful. There wasn't another girl in Jimmy's stable that made half as much as you did."
Kay suddenly sat up much straighter, feeling quite proud of herself as the memories came flashing back to her. "That's right. And I only charged half price most of the time just so I could prove to Jimmy how much better I was then all those loose sluts he had around."
"All part of the reason why I was thinking of you for being the slave. It would be an undercover role demanding strong acting abilities."
Kay was quick to nod her head in agreement. "Sure, I can see where you'd need me to do that. You couldn't act your way out of a bad date."
Leslie started to say something, but stopped herself before she did. Kay would get her's soon enough as it was.
"There is that, I was thinking more about how much better you look in leather than I do."
"You really think so?"
"I'm sure of it."
"Great! O.K. I can see it's a fabulous plan. There's just one thing I don't understand."
Only one, Leslie wondered. "What's that?"
"Just why are we going to this party?"
"I thought you'd gone through all the material we brought back from the office?"
"And I did," Kay came back rather quickly, feeling a bit hurt that her friend would think otherwise.
"Did that include the rest of the files Randel sent over?"
Shit! "Well… I looked most of it over." Kay glanced over to the two foot high pile of folders and wondered which one of them she should have read.
"If you had, you might have seen that one of Davis' hobbies is B amp;D."
"So? He likes to let some woman beat up on him. He does like to let be the beatie, not the beater?" Kay asked, sounding suddenly hesitant over her new role.
"According to what W.W.W. could get on him, Davis is a dominant in the bedroom as well as in the board room."
"So that's why you're wanting me to play the role of slave! You want Davis to carve up my cute little back side with some monster whip!"
Leslie had both hands up, waving them to slow the redhead down. "Come on, would I do that to you?"
"YES! Remember the time when…"
"Now stop it! This is a party. You'll be going as my slave, not his. I'll be there to protect you. All you have to do is be beautiful and make people want you."
"How does that get us the girl?" Kay was calming down, but she doubted her role could possibly be as easy as her partner was making it out.
"Don't you see? Who ever it was who kidnapped Denise had to be rich enough to pay for it. Now if they also happened to be into B amp;D, they'd probably have the facilities to hold her with. Stuff like a dungeon…"
"And all those groovy leather strap things," Kay interrupted.
"That's right. All we have to do is find the right rich person, and we'll find Denise."
"But I thought it was Davis that had her?"
Leslie gave a nod. "Odds are he does, but this works out just as well in case he isn't. Everybody in town who might have the resources to pull off a caper like this will be at this party."
"And all I have to do is look pretty?"
"Right. We act like a cover for each other. You're attractive enough for other dominants to come over to talk to me about, and while that's happening, you can check out the other slaves. We'll cover twice as much territory that way. It'll give us a chance to get in close to Davis. He's not exactly the type of person you can just call up and make an appointment with. But he should be feeling looser at his own party."
"And all I have to do is look pretty?"
"Where did you find this stuff?" Kay asked as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Leslie's voice rang out from the other room where she was getting herself ready for the evening festivities. "There's that little place over in Hollywood, 'The Sub Miss'. They have a full range of leather and rubber fashions. Just the thing for the now slave on the go."
"Give me the address. This stuff is weird and kinky, but I think I like it."
"Somehow I just knew you would," said Leslie under her breath. "Didn't I tell you you'd look better in leather then I would?"
"Kind'a hard to tell. There isn't much here."
Kay was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. The outfit her partner had gotten for her wasn't much more than a string bikini made out of black leather. Oh sure, it still couldn't be considered anywhere close to being normal day wear. Not when the tiny halter cups had silver studs dotting the smooth surface, and there were pieces which popped off so her nipples could stick out. Then there was the opening down the center of the G-string, giving easy access to her pussy.
An option Kay liked a lot!
There was more though. Like the leather straps at her wrists, elbows and ankles, all which matched the one circling her neck. Gleaming with the bright silver studs, rings and buckles which were part of each.
And then there were the shoes. Kay had always been justifiably proud of her legs. These outrageous heels Leslie had gotten made her legs even better!
Now all she'd have to do was learn how to walk in the damn things. They were really bedroom shoes. Something you'd slip into to make a desired effect, like making your lover crazy with desire, but you never really expected to go anywhere in them.
They were beautiful shoes and they did fantastic things for her legs and ass, but with heels taping in at five inches high, they were killers to strap on. The old style look of the wide ankle strap was the one thing about the shoes Kay did like though.
"We don't have to move around a lot, do we?"
Kay's feet were hurting already and she didn't want to think about how long the evening could turn out to be.
"We will have to mix around to a certain degree." Leslie's voice was getting closer.
"I sure hope we can keep it to a minimum. These things are cruel… Oh my!"
"It is rather fetching, isn't it?" Leslie said proudly.
She was wearing what could have been considered a cocktail dress, if only from it's styling. Her dress was perfectly suited for an upper class B amp;D gathering. It was made of paper thin, glove soft leather! The neckline went far beyond a simple V-cut. It left behind a wide gap not ending it's downward plunge until reaching her navel. Opening and exposing the soft inner swells of her full chest for the enjoyment of any who wished to look. To make things even, the dress was backless down to the beginning of Leslie's ass crack. In case that wasn't enough of her flesh to be put into teasing view, there was a slit on the left side of her dress which came up to her sweetly curved hip.
Her hair had been moussed and teased, fluffed out from her head and making her look like a wild jungle woman. A very high class one, of course. One who was sparkling with radiated excitement.
A light dusting of glitter on her nylons made her legs shimmer each time they appeared courtesy of the high slit of her dress. The heels of her open toed sandals weren't anywhere as sever as Kay's, but they too did nice things for her legs.
"I thought I was supposed to be the one looking pretty," Kay pouted. "Now who's going to notice me?"
"Don't be that way. I'm just dressing for the part. You'll be the prettiest slave girl there. And believe me, you'll be noticed," Leslie promised. Her long fingernails traced over the redhead's body, reminding Kay how close to being naked she was.
"Well… so long as people notice me."
"They won't be able to take their eyes away," the dark haired Mistress-to-be said as she snagged one nail under the flap of leather covering over Kay's left nipple. Flipping it up to expose the ripe, red bud. "They'll simply eat you up."
Kay felt a sudden rush as her pussy got more than moist at the thought of getting that much attention from so many people. "Great! Then what are we waiting for?"
Leslie closed up Kay's halter once more and they climbed into her car. The drive over wouldn't have taken very long if they had been going anywhere in Southern California besides Beverly Hills. There was something about that exclusive residence for the rich which seemed designed to keep others out. For some of the homes, you nearly needed to have been born there to puzzle out the way in or out.
Another stumbling block for them was that Kay had the map book in her lap and was playing copilot. She was too busy day dreaming about the number of people she'd be able to tease with her body to pay much attention to where they were going. Or how many times they missed their turn offs.
Once they did get to Davis' estate, and saw the types of cars parked around, they nearly turned around again. It was almost embarrassing to pull up onto this drive way with only Leslie's Mazda RX-7. It stuck out painfully here where obviously the Mercedes was something you used only in an emergency. Luckily the valet crew was too busy looking over Kay and Leslie's bodies to ever bother taking a glance at what they showed up in, and once inside, nobody else would ever know.
Neither of the Dirty Pair had been part of a job like this one. Yes they had dealt with kidnappings and disappearances, but never anything like a B amp;D party. They really had nothing to draw upon from personal experience and it would have all been a complete mystery to them if Kay hadn't of gone out and rented a couple of video tapes to look over.
She'd even enjoyed the response she had gotten from the guy at the adult bookstore she needed to visit to find the things in the first place. Renting tapes with titles like 'Bind Me, Fuck Me!' and 'Whip Me Hard, Fuck Me Harder!' and having such a lush body, the guy behind the counter was more than just a little bit interested with her. If he hadn't of been so greasy looking she might have even hung around to take him up on some of the personal tutoring he was offering.
Just to prepare her for the mission of course.
Leslie and Kay had watched the two tapes and there had been a couple of scenes which were hot enough to make the girls about ready to reach out for their trusty dildos. Still, for the most part the tapes were mostly examples of bad acting and obviously faked spankings or whippings. Neither tape did much to prepare them for what they were about to walk into.
Such as the very degree of luxury suddenly surrounding them!
There wasn't an inch of the mansion, or it's furnishings, that didn't proudly proclaim wealth. The same was true with the guests as well. This could easily have been a cocktail party for the overly rich, if you were to overlook the slaves standing or kneeling at the sides of their well dressed owners.
Tuxedos and expensive gowns at one end of the spectrum, with the finest of leather wear at the other.
As Kay looked around at some of the other slaves, she almost felt overdressed.
"This is incredible," Leslie said as she wandered around the huge house. She had clipped Kay's wristlets together with a short length of cheap chain before they had left the car. Now the redhead was following her partner around like a dutiful slave.
"They'll never notice me."
"Don't whimper. You'll get noticed."
"Yeah? By who? Look around at some of these people. I'm nothing but an old frump dressed like this."
"You want to take it off?"
"Well it would be a start."
Leslie let out a sigh. There were times when she hated how Kay only used her hormones to think with. Sometimes there were more important things in life besides getting your pussy thoroughly stuffed.
Like living in a house like this.
Wow!
It almost made Leslie wonder if Davis might be in the market for another slave. It would be worth taking a spanking or two to have a place like this to call home.
The deeper inside the house they worked, the thicker the crowd was. The agents were now in a room large enough to play professional sports. With stands for the cheering fans included. The girls seemed to have found the place to be. There was a feeling of anticipation building, as if something was going to happen.
And soon.
Leslie only wished she had some idea what it might be. Or what they were really looking for.
Infiltrating this party had seemed like such a good idea at first. Now that they were here, Leslie came to the conclusion that they probably didn't have all that good a lead to start with. And there were far more people attending this gala then either of them would have guessed. Too many to question.
Leslie felt the need to regroup. To settle down and come up with some game plan. It was pretty much standing room only, but Leslie did see a couple of empty chairs at a nearby table.
"Would you mind? I only need to catch my breath," she asked the only man sitting at the small table.
"Certainly, certainly. Far be it from me to turn away a beautiful woman. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm…"
"Preston Davis," Leslie quickly interrupted, half dazed. "Our host for the evening. Thank you for having me."
"Ahem," came a voice from behind.
"Us that is. Your's is such a delightful house, much like Daddy's," Leslie lied.
She couldn't believe their luck. There had been no real reason for them to think they'd be able to actually meet, or talk, with Davis personally. Leslie was hoping just to pick up some inside, background info on the man.
Now suddenly, here they were face to face with the man. Better still, Davis was delightfully charming and cordial.
"And who might your father be?" Davis asked, sounding actually interested.
Bringing on a second of terrifying hesitation. This was a portion of their cover Leslie hadn't given any thought to. She didn't have a good bluff. Not one that couldn't be easily checked or easily exposed.
"I'd rather not talk about him. Daddy and I are having a little tiff. And I'd be ever so much more interested in talking about you."
The smile she was flashing Davis was enough win anyone over. Putting an equally winning smile on the multi-billionaire.
"Of course, but please, sit down and make yourself comfortable."
Leslie was lowering herself into the offered seat, Kay ready to take the empty chair next to her, when Davis motioned toward the floor next to him.
"Oh! First, may I introduce my slave Ilisa."
Because the girl had been kneeling on the ground, the Dirty Pair hadn't been aware of her existence. Then it struck Leslie how it was only natural for a slave to be kneeling submissively like that. Leslie quickly reached behind her. Hoping the move wasn't noticed by Davis, she gave Kay a back handed shove, making her friend miss sitting on the chair completely.
Kay hit the floor with a thump, a grunt and was ready to bounce back up to give Leslie a good shout.
Stopped only because Leslie was faster, moving a spike heeled sandal onto the fallen girl's chest. Holding the redhead to the floor and adding a good deal of embarrassment as people at surrounding tables turned to look at her.
Ready to start clawing and kicking at her partner, Kay now saw how the other slaves were all kneeling attentively at the side their dominant. She still wasn't happy about the way Leslie had put her there, but at least Kay quit struggling. When Leslie felt the resistance stop, she took her foot from between the redhead's breasts.
Kay at once spun herself around so she was on her knees. Only the top of her head appearing up over the edge of the small table.
She was looking straight across at Ilisa.
Kay's eyes had to travel up a long way before she was able to take in all of the Nordic Goddess. The blonde was incredible, not only in stature, but in beauty as well. A stunning woman, well over six feet tall, with a body any centerfold could feel jealous for.
And most of it was on display!
The only thing the blonde slave wore was a leather body harness. Nothing more than a series of tiny straps circling her body. They were spaced out three to four inches apart and connected together with lengths of small chain.
The visual effect was nearly as stunning as the slave herself. Along with it's intriguing look, the costume could also be used to place the woman in an unlimited number of bondages simply by hooking various straps together.
Seeing the slave only made Kay feel like an old frump again, and she quickly began to sulk.
"And this is my slave, Kay."
Leslie was doing her best to act proud. Something difficult to do while she was pulling and tugging at the redhead in an effort to get the girl to stand up. Once she did get Kay to her feet, the sulking girl wouldn't do so much as to look across to either Davis or his blonde slave.
"Lovely," Davis said in a more than polite manor. His eyes were lingering over every one of Kay's curves almost lustfully. "And the way she keeps her eyes downcast, she must be exceptionally well trained. You say her name is 'K'? Is that in the same way as 'O'? Has she been to the Chateau?"
Kay was the first to respond, doing so with a nod of her head. Neither girl had the faintest idea of what the billionaire was talking about, but when you put things together the way Davis seemed to have done, Kay thought he was asking if she was O.K..
"Yes sir, um, Master. I've done a bit of skiing and stayed at a lot of places called chat…"
Thump!
Kay ankle hurt where Leslie kicked her. Before she could complain, her "owner" was pushing her back down to her knees.
"She's still rather a project. She's relatively new to me and I'm still training her to what I like," Leslie said quickly. Hoping that their total lack of knowledge hadn't been given them away already.
"Yes, yes," Davis said with a smile. "It does take so long. It's so much energy to get them trained just right. That's why I'm so lucky with Ilisa. She's my personal slave, perfectly trained I might add, and she takes care of my other slaves for me."
"And how many would that be?"
Davis dismissed the question away with his hand. "I've lost track long ago. Let's just say it's a big house, and one never knows when you'll be entertain a guest." Then as he looked around the crowded room, "Or how many."
Leslie blankly stared at the man for an instant. He couldn't be serious, could he? Why the number of slaves necessary to host this many people would be staggering. Which made the possibility all the more interesting to her.
Davis would have to have someplace to house that many slaves, which meant one more could easily be mixed in.
No matter how unwilling she was!
One glance down to Kay told Leslie that her partner had come to the same conclusion. Their breaking up to cover more ground may indeed turn out to be very important.
Ilisa had taken her place at her Master's side once more, staying quiet as the two dominants talked. It was also rather plain to see that she was up to something. From the little twitches Davis was making, the blonde's hands must have been quite busy under the table cloth.
Ilisa's hand play and Leslie's chit-chat were interrupted by a tuxedoed servant. "Excuse me. We are looking for volunteers for this evening's entertainment."
The man's eyes looked over once, very quickly to Ilisa. The man obviously knew who the woman belonged to and wasn't expecting for her to be volunteered away for anything.
His gaze did spend a good deal more time on Kay.
"This is my first attendance at one of Mr. Davis' wonderful parties. Just what kind of entertainment are we talking about?" Leslie asked sweetly.
Kay was already shaking her head.
"Nothing much. Certainly nothing your slave would find demanding. It's only a little diversion to help keep the party from getting dull. These simple diversions always seem more exciting when use slaves brought by a guest. It all adds to the sense of realism," the servant said, giving a slight bow.
Damn, Leslie thought as she listened to the oily little creep. He'd make a great used car salesman. Or maybe junk bonds…
Kay was still busily shaking her head. Leslie looked down to her, silently mouthing, "You can mix with other slaves."
The redhead still didn't want to play any part in a diversion for this bunch.
Leslie turned back to the patiently waiting servant, shaking her head sadly. "I think not tonight. I think I may have need of her services later."
"But of course we wouldn't expect you to do without," the servant quickly said as if he'd forgotten to mention something very important. "We would naturally provide another slave to see to your needs."
The servant motioned off to one side as Leslie looked down to Kay once more. The redhead was shaking her head and mouthing an emphatic "NO!"
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid…" Leslie was turning back to where the oily little man had been, only to have her vision blocked by a pair of incredibly muscled male legs.
A thick lump of full crotch staring her in the face.
"Perhaps slave Evan would be acceptable as a trade," the servant offered.
The words were hardly registering to her as Leslie looked the legs, err, man over. It was as if someone had mixed the blonde haired, tanned beauty of a California surfer with a professional body builder. There were rippling muscles all over him, but the one that most caught her attention was at his crotch.
The only garment worn by this slave stud was a tiny black G-string. So small it was hardly up to the task of holding in all the man was hiding. The lump already looked like it would be a two-hander to control, and he was far from being at full erection.
And already the G-string seeming ready to burst apart at any second!
"Well I…" Leslie's voice trailed off as she was hypnotized by the cock before her. She was about ready to start salivating.
Kay wanted to bitch loudly, reminding Leslie about their agreement, but the sight of the stud's heavy male equipment had her tongue hanging out further then her partner's was.
"I think we've got a deal," Leslie confirmed between heavy breaths.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Kay finally complained as the tuxedoed servant pulled her to her feet.
"Don't pay any attention to her," Leslie said as the man tugged the screaming Kay towards a small stage set up in the middle of the room. "She always gets loud. That, and she tries to pretend she doesn't like what she's getting. But she loves it."
Leslie's eyes had never once strayed away from Evan's thick cock bulge.
"I'm terribly sorry," Davis suddenly said.
It was only because it clicked into her mind that it was Davis' voice that Leslie turned his way. "I hadn't thought of the fact you had arrived with a female slave. My man should have offered you your choice in replacements. If you'd prefer, you may use Ilisa until 'K' is returned to you."
Oh my God, Leslie thought. He thinks I'm gay!
She gave a quick look over to Davis' slave girl. The fantastic blonde was smiling sweetly and licking her lips in a fascinating way. One that make Leslie wonder about just how well trained the woman was. A shiver shot through her as Leslie felt her pussy getting wetter.
But there other things for her to concentrate on.
Like Evan's cock!
"No, this is fine. A little change of pace is good for a girl." Leslie was giving the slave's huge bulge a pat with her fingers. Trying to gauge how big the thing might finish getting.
"Fine," said a happy Davis. "I think you'll find Evan most pleasing. He's exceptionally trained. But then, all of my slaves are. Evan, why don't you show your Mistress how happy you are to be able to serve her?"
Before she could say a word, or pull her fingers from his crotch, the big man had dropped to the floor. Bunching up into a tight ball on the carpet so he could get his lips to her feet.
Kissing each of her toes in turn. Pressing in his tongue to get all around each of her tiny digits.
Slowly working his mouth in at every bit of her nyloned feet the spiked sandals would let him reach.
"Oh my!" was the best she could exclaim as the stud worked her over. This was a form of worship Leslie had never received before. And it didn't take long before she decided she could get used to being treated like this.
This domination stuff had a lot going for it!
When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Evan for a moment or two, Leslie noticed things were heating up around the room. What had looked like a cocktail party earlier was beginning to look like a group grope.
A fondle feast!
Hands and mouths were openly exploring the exposed flesh of slaves, male and female. And in many cases, more flesh was being unveiled to make exploring even easier.
The roaming hands syndrome wasn't restricted to only dominants. As the green light was given, many slaves were more than willing, and eager, to display their many talents. Slaves were being traded off to other dominants, and in some cases, slaves were being paired off together. Performing for the enjoyment of their owners.
Preston Davis wasn't about to be left out of this kind of fun. Ilisa was mostly hidden from Leslie because of the table top, but judging from the girl's motions, she had the billionaire's cock out and in her hand.
The smile on his face told how much he liked whatever it was she was doing to him.
Almost as much as Leslie was enjoying what Evan was doing to her!
Having finished with bathing all her toes, and as much of the soles of her feet as his slithering tongue could get at, the well muscled slave was moving his worshipping mouth up along the gentle curve of each ankle.
His fingers were massaging the skin of her calves, to prepare her for where his lips would be working next. As Leslie leaned back in her chair to fully enjoy what her new slave was doing, she was looking straight ahead at the small stage built in the center of the room.
Looking on at what was happening to Kay!
The redhead didn't look to be happy about where she was, while at the same time being more than a little curious about what was about to happen. Leslie knew that Kay loved being the center of attention. It was probably the only reason why her partner wasn't kicking the crap out of the two people trying to handle her.
The little oily servant had given Kay over to a couple dressed, in a manor of speaking, in leather. One male, the other female. Both looking as if they could give Darth Vader a real fight. They both wore tight masks over their heads and faces, and they both had on boots. Other than a pair of briefs for him and a bikini for her, the only other thing they had on their bodies were long gloves and the nasty looking implements of torture hanging from the wide belts at their waists.
Kay was blabbering away about how a mistake had been made. That she wasn't what they thought, and how they should let her go. As she talked, both figures in leather nodded their heads as if they understood. They also continued with what they were doing.
The man took a good, firm hold on Kay's slave collar with one hand, pointing down to the stage floor with the other.
"Kiss our boots. Worship them and swear yourself to us, body and soul. Mine first, then hers," he demanded, giving Kay's head a good shake to make sure she knew he had been talking to her.
"Look, I'm really not into this. I don't even know the rules for this game, so why not let me go and find a playmate who…"
Kay was still rambling as the man began forcing her neck down towards his foot. Because of his greater strength and imposing bulk she had no choice but do as he directed.
It didn't mean she couldn't struggle and squirm around.
"Listen! I told you, I'm not into this!"
"I like a slave with spirit." The big man surprised her as he suddenly jerked her up by the neck. "It gives me something to beat out of them."
The tiny bit of chain joining Kay's wristlets had been there mostly for show. The small links didn't have the strength to last long as the big man yanked on them. The woman in leather was right there to lend two hands, helping to hold Kay in place and attach some real chains to her wrist straps.
A metal structure extended over the small stage. Spanning it with more than enough strength to hold one fighting woman. The leathered Master began winching the slack out of Kay's new wrist chains. Lifting her hands up towards the steel cross brace overhead.
"Ok, fine! Look, it's been fun, but why don't you let me down now? We've all had our laughs so… HEY! What are you doing?"
Her Master was wrestling with Kay's hips and flailing legs, giving her new Mistress the opportunity to snap chains onto the ankle straps.
"Stop it! Let me go!"
Kay began fighting against her bonds now in earnest. Fingers stretching out in an effort to free herself. All of it coming as her Master began cranking up the chains holding her wrists.
Pulling Kay completely off the floor.
Spreading her out into a painful, suspended X.
"God Damnit! Put me down!" Her thrashings only caused her chains to sing an ominous song as they held firmly to her.
At about the time her body had been snapped taut by the chains, two other things happened. First was the cheering of the crowd. Although Kay usually enjoyed being the center of attention, she hated to consider some of the things people were shouting out.
Encouraging her captors with twisted ideas!
Knowing fearfully that many of them would happen.
The other thing, which occurred almost at the same instant, was when the entire stage began to turn. Situated in the center of the room, Kay's stage show could be seen by everyone present. Now as the stage started rotating, there wasn't a bad seat in the place. Sooner or later everyone would have a chance to see all angles as the dominants had at her.
"Hey! Ok! Let's go back to that boot kissing bit, could we? I was a little rude back then. I'd really like to have a second chance at that, so if you'd just let me… mmmuumpphhh!"
The masked woman had come up from behind. A quick flick of her wrists positioned a ball gag in front of the redhead's lips. The Master was more than happy to help. The rubber ball was the same color and size as a Washington State apple. Fitting in her mouth with about the same ease.
Kay was beginning to think her jaw would go flying apart, hinge broken, long before the man stopped shoving the ball in at her. She didn't feel much better as the woman behind her yanked, buckling up the strap. The leather cord cutting into the corners of her mouth.
"Now I've been told you complain a lot, but that you really love whatever is done to you. True or false?" the masked trainer asked as he unhooked a multi tailed hand whip from his belt.
Kay's eyes went about as large as the gag filling her mouth. Her head was a blur as she shook her head no.
"Just as we were told," the leathered woman said. "Complaints and we haven't even gotten started yet."
Leslie looked on, a part of her feeling bad about the position Kay was in.
Oh well, Leslie would get over it.
There really wasn't much she could do to help her partner anyway. Not without giving themselves away, or giving up the chance of catching some possibly important clue from Davis as to the where abouts of Denise.
The fact that Evan's mouth had worked up past her knees, and was deliciously close to her pussy had nothing to do with her decision.
Well, maybe a little.
There were other wet slurping noises then those being made by Evan. Ilisa's lips and tongue were busy working in Davis' lap. Leslie couldn't see much, but the top of the blonde's head was bouncing up and down with a fairly regular motion. One that might explain the shit eating grin on the billionaire's face.
As the other party guests shouted out what they'd like to see done to the suspended Kay, the masked woman was reaching for the redhead's hip. Untying the tiny bit of cord holding the leather G-string to Kay's body.
The leathered man was delighted with his discovery of the pop-off pieces of their new slave's halter. He held up the small bits of leather for the crowd to see. Treating them as some sort of prize and getting the crowd roaring their approval. He made a show of looking over the pink buds of Kay's nipples before spending several pleasant moments squeezing them.
Pinching and pulling them until tears were running down Kay's cheeks.
The place just about went wild when he started flicking the small whip across her chest!
Leslie thought again about saying or doing something, but that was about the time Evan's tongue had made it's way up over the elastic tops of her nylons, brushing lightly over her lace panties.
His wonderful mouth had been playing it's magic over her for such a long time now, she hated to do something that might interrupt. Besides, Kay was a big girl. She knew how to take care of herself. So Leslie leaned back once more, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations brought on by the talented tongue lapping at her sex.
The masked woman must have felt the need to show the on lookers she was as well versed as her partner was. She also had a small whip hooked to her waist, and decided this was the time for her to show how well she could use it. Standing behind Kay, she had the perfect angle for putting some color to her new slave's bottom.
Each stroke made by either dominant brought out a cheer from this bizarre theatre in the round. Soon the dominant's actions turned into a competition, with each trying for louder applause then what the other got.
Going at Kay with trick swings of the whip. Doing little faints to put the hanging girl off guard so their next blow would bring a better reaction from her. Or else they seeing how many color variations could be caused on her skin.
Criss-crossing every inch of Kay's body as she jerked and twisted around the best she could.
The leathered duo were very inventive in the number of painful torments they came up with, and the crowd appreciated them for it.
Only Kay didn't.
Not making the redhead feel any better as the stage slowly spun back around to where she could see Leslie sitting there with that idiot smile on her face. And what was the guy doing kneeling in front of her like that? Was he really…?
Leslie had also noticed the stage had turned to where Kay was facing towards her. She thought for a moment about waving at Kay, deciding it might be in bad taste.
And speaking of taste, she hoped Evan was enjoying what he was getting. Although her panties were still blocking his tongue from really getting in at her, Leslie's pussy was flowing freely.
Giving the stud a full meal.
Her lacy panties had been well soaked long before the slave's tongue had ever gotten up high enough where he could notice. They were so wet now that even if they were removed, it would be hours before they'd ever dry out again.
And there was more to come!
Evan was using the frilly lace as a strainer as he sucked her juices right through the material.
"She's something, isn't she," Davis said.
Leslie looked over at Ilisa first, thinking he was talking about the way the blonde was sucking on his cock. It took a moment or two before the brunette realized he was staring intently at the stage.
"Who? You mean Kay?"
Leslie suddenly realized the old fart was feeling it bad. He hadn't stopped looking at Kay since the moment they'd shown up at his table. Even with the Princess of Norway slurping away on his schlong, he's still thinking about Kay's little bush.
"Yes, yes. She really takes the whip well. And the way she's carrying on. If you didn't know better you'd think she didn't like it at all."
Leslie just nodded, doing her best to hold in a moan as Evan's tongue glided over her hungry clit. If he didn't stop doing that, she was going to have to feel more than just his tongue up there.
And soon!
"Yes," she hissed out from between tightly clenched teeth. "She's always acting like that. All part of the challenge of owning her."
"Well you let me know if you ever get tired of her. I could always use a slave like her for my stable. Maybe we could work out a trade?"
Evan's tongue found her hidden clit once more and Leslie nearly screamed. Nearly coming!
Davis' offer had some merit. It would give Kay an excellent opportunity for checking out all of the slaves quarters. Not to mention what it would do for Leslie.
Also Leslie's head was filled with all the potential uses she could find for Evan. He certainly seemed to be far easier for her to get along with then Kay. And a lot less bitchy. She wasn't too sure how she'd ever be able to explain to Randel how she managed to lose Kay on an assignment though.
Hopefully Davis wouldn't be looking for an instant reply. That would also give Leslie a chance to further "road test" Evan, to see if he would really be worth making a trade over. But if his cock was as big as she thought it was, well…
His tongue found her clit once more. This time she did cum.
With a gush!
The words came to her as in a dream, as Davis offered Leslie and Evan the use of one of the many guest rooms. She didn't think she'd be able to get much more in the way of information out of her host tonight. One glance around the room told her that things were quickly turning into no more than a high class, kinky orgy.
It was getting harder to tell the difference between slaves and owners as everyone seemed to be loosing their clothes at an amazing rate. Watching all that writhing, lustful bare flesh thrashing around only made Leslie want to try Evan out all the more.
Using all the concentration she could muster, she happily accepted Davis' kind offer. He assured her that her slave would be well looked after, and it took Leslie a second before she remembered about Kay. Davis went on, telling her to talk to Ilisa about what room to use.
The prize blonde slave was still sucking on the billionaire's cock, but she did take her hands away from his shaft long enough to hold her fingers up. Her head was still bobbing up and down as she signaled to Leslie the room number.
Leslie got Evan to his feet and reached into the tiny G-string he wore. Using his cock as a handle as she lead him through the crowd, and up to their room.
The room was large, comfortable and offered them everything a couple in heat could ever think of using. Evan lost no time in helping Leslie out of her dress. Caressing her every curve with his fingers and lips.
Yes, she thought, a girl could get to like living like this.