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.