"The dirty, rotten bastards!" Leslie yelled.
"Yeah, yeah. I know," Kay grunted.
"They… they…!"
"I know what they did! I was there too."
"The bastards went ahead and fucked us anyway! They used us to beat off!"
Leslie and Kay were in one of the basement dungeon cells, hanging by their wrists. And they were pissed!
It was bad enough they had been taken so easily. It had happened so quickly, they felt foolish. And making it worse, they had been aware of every second of their humiliation.
Watching, helplessly trapped in their own bodies as three men had at them in any way they chose. Two large, and one incredibly huge cock, having at them until they gave up their gooey load.
Twice each for each girl!
So now as Kay and Leslie hung from their wrists in the dank dungeon. Man cream dripping down their thighs and smeared over their lips. Their mouths had been filled to the bursting point when the men had used them for head, not even able lick the excess off their lips until the drug wore off just a few seconds ago!
Leslie seemed to have taken the worst of it. Andy's cock had been so impossibly huge, her lips would never have been able to make a proper seal around it's circumference even when she had control over her body. As it was, he had just held her paralyzed body in place while he pumped away at her mouth.
He didn't even try to give her his full load there. It was a lot more fun for him when he blasted his pint of man sauce over Leslie's face. Now she looked like an extra cast in a mummy movie as the goo dried and was cracking.
Both women had a good amount of spunk dribbling down from their well used pussys also. Most of that cream had also dried into a crust. Only with Leslie, the only clothing she wore were the nylons from last night, which were now glued to her thighs.
Pulling at her soft skin with every move she tried to make.
"Those bastards! If I ever get my hands on them, I'll rip their cocks off! I'll do it with my bare hands!"
"Hey! Leslie. I thought you were supposed to be the one always under control? So how come you're freaking out like this?"
"How can you even ask that? Don't you feel violated? Don't you want to rip their balls off with a length of rusty barbed wire and shove 'em down their throats?"
Kay cringed slightly. "I must admit that's a more graphic description than what I would have used, but yeah. I don't want to see those assholes get away with shit. Not that we can do a damn thing to get back at them while we're trapped in here."
"No shit! Of course we…" Leslie instantly stopped her bitching. With a heavy sigh, she hung limply from the chain trapping her and started trying to think of a way out.
Hoping she'd come up with something better than what their neighbor had done so far. Yes there was one other person sharing the same cell with them.
Another woman.
Only they hadn't had any luck in communicating with her yet. The fact she had a leather hood covering her face which prevented her from seeing or hearing that she was no longer alone, and a gag clogged her mouth probably explained most of that.
The hood might have hidden the female features away, but her naked breasts were a bit of a give-away to her gender. It was hard to tell much about her legs. A leather binder covered them from hip to ankles, hobbling her to where walking probably would have been impossible.
As if that weren't bad enough for the woman, there was a metal shaft coming up from the floor between her legs. And it looked to be sticking right up into her!
Not that she could do much about it. Her arms were held in a single sleeve binder, so she couldn't do as much as flex her fingers, let alone reach down between her legs.
She must have been in good health though, the Dirty Pair thought. She couldn't seem to keep still. The woman kept turning around in tiny circles. Pivoting around and around on the metal pole. No possible way to escape, but she never stopped moving.
"What the hell do you think that's all about?" Leslie muttered, not really expecting any good answer out of her partner.
"Don't know. You'd think she'd get tired of it after while. Things can't be that boring here, could they?"
On cue, the cell door opened.
"You can believe me, the last thing that occurs here is boredom."
The Dirty Pair turned as one to see who had just joined them.
"Ilisa! God, but I'm glad to see you. Could you let us down? I'm afraid some of the boys got a little carried away," Leslie said.
"Did they now?" Only it didn't sound as if the blonde was asking. The chill of her laughter didn't bode well either.
Only then did the girls take a closer look at what had once been a sweet Nordic beauty. No longer was she wearing the outfit of a submissive. She was still in leather though.
A frightening outfit a dominant would wear!
A leather leotard, French cut to show a good deal of leg and hip, as well as having a neck line designed for best displaying her full breasts. A beautiful chest which was inaccessible because of some crossing straps protecting her otherwise bare nipples.
The true give-a-ways to Ilisa's change was the addition of the long cape draped over her shoulders, the open fingered gloves reaching up past her elbows and the black, thigh high boots. Boots that made the blonde look all the more threatening because of their three inch platforms soles and needle thin heels.
"A part of me says that the boys probably didn't do nearly enough to you. Yet!" Ilisa said as she slowly walked around the hanging girls. Inspecting their bodies with a practiced eye.
"I must admit, I've heard some fascinating things about the two of you. You've been rather hard on the egos of some of my very best slaves. All my slaves are carefully picked for how well endowed they are. Only then are they trained to please a woman properly. Any one of them should be able to handle any woman, with the possible exception of me, without problem. Most of my slaves have been known to handle several of our female guests in one night alone. So why is it you two drain my men and send them back with their tails between their legs?"
"Maybe we just know how to party," Kay said.
"We might have done better if we hadn't of been drugged," Leslie pointed out, stretching a jaw still very sore after the way Andy had used her. "What the hell is that stuff anyway?"
"A little something for making the handling unruly slaves easier." The big blonde was smiling happily and Leslie wondered what had happened to change what had been such a submissive woman.
"But why use it? Why us?" Leslie was starting to feel nervous with the way the blonde was circling them. With the eye of a vulture.
"Let's just say you interest me. I wanted to find out more about you," Ilisa said as her fingers made contact with Kay for the first time. Lightly stroking her long nails up along the girl's taut belly.
"You could have just invited us for coffee," the redhead said. She was making a bit of a face as she wondered if this sudden attention meant she was going to be licking pussy again pretty soon.
The blonde shook her head with disbelief. "You two are amazing. You're taking this so calmly, even able to make jokes about it. Any other woman would be screaming threats or crying her eyes out. Just who are you?"
"We already told you. At least I told Davis…" Leslie started.
"NO! You didn't tell him, or me, a damn thing. At least nothing that's true. I severely doubt you're from a rich family, you have too much back bone. Just as I'm sure your no dominant." Ilisa's fingers were squeezing down hard on Kay's right nipple. "And I'm positive you're no slave."
"And I think you're wrong!" Leslie flared, tiring of the game.
Smack!
Leslie's head rocked to the side after being slapped hard.
"I trust you won't use that tone with me again," the blonde warned. Her hand cocked and ready to swing again. "Now several things just screamed out to me, saying there was something wrong with you two. First you wouldn't talk about who your father was. I've yet to meet anyone from a wealthy family who didn't toss the name around just to show they were a person to be reckoned with. Also, you didn't seem to have the first idea of what to do with a slave. Any other dominant wouldn't have hesitated when given a slave like Evan. A real woman would have put him in his place and used him as the male slut he is."
"Did you think that maybe I'm just a bit shy in a new surrounding?" Leslie asked. Shit! she thought. This isn't going at all well. Her fingers were searching at the padlocks holding her wrists, hoping to find some way to escape.
No, this is not looking good!
"And as for you," Ilisa said to Kay, "You have too much attitude to be a submissive. That would have been knocked out of you a long time ago if you were really owned by someone with guts. And then there's this…"
"Ooowwwww!" Kay yelled out as the blonde took hold, and yanked on a tuft of red pubic hair.
"You'd never be put on display in a crowd like this. If you were mine, this would be shaved off and there would be a few rings installed also."
"So you did this to us just because we didn't fit into your image of a happy couple?" Leslie's voice sounding upset and frustrated for the first time. Doing her best to assume the air of a wealthy young woman.
"I need another reason? Alright, how about this?" The blonde walked across the room, turned on a T.V. monitor and pressed the start button on a V.C.R..
The picture that flared to life was of Leslie's guest bedroom.
"… After I put a few whip marks on your hide!"
"I'm sorry you're taking it all this way," Leslie heard herself say.
"Well I'm… what? How else am I supposed to feel?" Kay argued for the second time that day.
"Oh come on. We both know we get these missions…"
"And what kind of missions are those?" Ilisa asked, stopping the tape.
"That's just the way we talk to each other. You know, lover's short hand," Leslie quickly dismissed.
Leslie did her best to hold on to her composure, but inside she was pissed at herself. Why hadn't she checked the room for bugs? Her head was so muddled at the moment, she couldn't even remember what other incriminating things they might have said while thinking they were alone.
Things were looking much worse!
"I don't think so. But I do intend to find out what this is all about," the confident blonde promised.
"What does Davis have to say about all this?" Leslie tried. Damn, but they had to get themselves out of here. She'd already seen that these kids played rough.
"That old man? No this is just like everything else around him, he doesn't have a clue," Ilisa snarled.
"I thought you were his slave?"
"During those rare moments when we're together, yes I am. Otherwise I'm just as he had told you. I run things for him. All Davis cares about anymore, are his kinky games. So long as I keep him supplied with tender young, well trained slaves to play with, and arrange for a party here and there, he doesn't care what else I do. So while he gets his dick wet, I run everything else."
"The house you mean. With as many business as what Davis owns…"
"I meant what I said!" the blonde snapped.
Ilisa took a breath to settle herself back down. She also stepped closer to Kay. Between her natural height and the added inches from her boots, she stood tall enough to feed one of her breasts to the redhead's mouth. Making the girl suck and lick around the tiny leather strips covering her nipple.
Cruel fingers curled in Kay's pubic bush to help convince the girl to do a good job.
"I had to grovel like an animal for that bastard for four years before he began trusting me. Working my ass off seeing to his every wish. He didn't have to think or do a single thing for himself, I saw to it he never wanted for anything. Eventually he saw what a treasure he had in me and started letting me do more for him. Finally he added me onto his staff as his personal assistant. Now his empire is mine!"
"Quite a step up from slave slut."
"Don't be flippant with me. You aren't in a good position for it."
Tugging at the chain holding her wrists once more, Leslie was forced to agree.
"But we'll talk about that more later. Although I'm sure we will have a good deal of fun talking together later. You aren't the real reason I came."
"I'm crushed," Leslie quipped.
"It's going to be fun squeezing the truth out of you," Ilisa said coldly as she pulled away from Kay's sucking mouth.
She walked over to where the third girl was still traveling around in her silent circles. Ilisa carefully unzipped the front of the hobble skirt just far enough so she could reach inside.
Right about at crotch level!
The hooded girl reacted as if struck with lightning. Her body stiffening, breast sticking straight out at Ilisa. But instead of jerking away from the invading fingers, the hooded girl did all she could to thrust her hips back towards the blonde.
Acting as if she were trying to follow Ilisa's fingers with her pussy!
"Ahh," the blonde tisked. "The treatment does seem to put a bit of an itch into a girl, doesn't it?"
By the motion of the woman's hand, Leslie guessed Ilisa was toying with the girl's clit. The girl who couldn't possibly have heard what the blonde had said seemed willing to do anything in her power to make the fondling fingers continue with what they had started.
"A little bit of a special mixture injected into a waiting orifice, add a waiting period and take away all ability to protect one's self. It all adds together, turning a slave around," Ilisa said proudly. "Making her soft and pliable. Perfect for training."
The blonde took her hand away from the staked girl, and if it were possible to sigh with your body, that's what the girl did. Shifting her body around blindly as she searched for that hand again.
Trying to tempt those fingers to return.
Only those fingers were busy elsewhere. Unbuckling the strap holding the gag in the girl's mouth. Even with the gag loose, it wasn't easy pulling the mouth stuffer out.
The Dirty Pair were surprised that the girl had managed to go for such a long time with such a large dildo jamming her mouth and throat so full. The more Ilisa pulled out, the longer the dildo seemed to be!
"Thank you… Thank you… Mistress," the girl gasped. She was drooling over her naked breasts from a mouth she couldn't quite close yet.
"A good sign right there." Ilisa turned proudly to face Kay and Leslie. "When I first got her, all she could do was curse and fight. This is her first honest show of improvement."
Not getting the response she wished from either of the hanging women over this, Ilisa turned away from them and started working at removing the girl's hood.
As the tight leather was peeled off her, the Dirty Pair got their first look at the girl. Seeing a blonde whose hair was matted down to her head with fear sweat. Letting them see for the first time the glassy eyes which were blinking away what seemed to the bound girl as harsh light.
Showing them the face of…
"Denise!" Kay yelped in surprise.
"How long has she been like this!"
It was only because Leslie had yelled out louder then Kay, that they weren't given away completely.
"Long enough to begin to teach her some manors," Ilisa said, running fingers through the girl's slickened hair.
Denise's gaze remained downcast throughout it all.
"Isn't that true slave?"
"Yes Mistress," Denise said as loud as her laboring lungs would let her.
"And are you willing to show me the respect I so rightfully deserve?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Even though you know what I will require of you?"
There was a slight hesitation, but Denise's response was as loud as she could make it. "Yes Mistress!"
"Good. Very good," Ilisa gloated.
Three quick steps took the dominant over to the cell door.
"Get in here," she yelled.
One of her powerful, and too well built slaves, hurried in. "Yes Mistress. I'm here but to serve."
To Kay and Leslie, it looked as if Ilisa was about ready to cum!
The woman loved seeing others grovel before her.
"Pull that one free." Ilisa's hand waved at Denise.
The stud slave quickly reached for the heavy, wide belt anchoring the hobble skirt in place. It had been cinched so tight, the girl's waist had been brought down to nearly nothing, leaving very little room to be able to draw it tighter for the instant it would take to free the locking tab.
Denise groaned as her internal organs shifted around. Forced out of their regular placement by the power of man's tugging hands. With the belt unfastened, the rest of the skirt came apart easily. The long zipper sliding down the girl's length, dividing the leather behind it.
The prisoner had been made to wear some shoes so sever, they made her look like a performer from a ballet. Arching her feet to a painful angle, and making Denise take most of her weight on the points of her toes. It had been hell for Denise to endure standing like that for so long, but in a way the hobble skirt had made it all easier. The form fitting leather had helped distribute the stress through out the lower portion of her body.
Now the skirt was gone, and it was only the fading strength of Denise's ankles left to hold her up.
Forcing the tired girl to make use the only other support left to her. The shaft driven up into her body!
Rather than falling over to either side, the moaning Denise leaned back onto the metal shaft.
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.