Now it did the same for the red marks covering her body.

A body with was completely on display. Somewhere along the way she seemed to have lost what little she had to wear to begin with. The only thing she wore at the moment were the leather straps at her ankles, elbows, wrists and neck. Shiny black leather which matched that of her outrageously high heeled shoes.

"Kay! So… nice to see you."

"Yeah? I can just bet. Let's see if you feel the same after I put a few whip marks on your hide!"

"I'm sorry you're taking it all this way."

"Well I'm… What? How else am I supposed to feel?"

"Oh come on. We both know we get these missions because no one else can get the job done. So sometimes we have to go that extra distance. There was only one way we were going to get any information on both Davis and private entertainment he provides, that's why we're here," Leslie said as sweetly and even voiced as if she were addressing a Sunday school class.

Kay was still mad, but she was no longer charging towards Leslie. The reason she hadn't already thrown herself on top of Leslie to beat the crap out of her was the fact her wrists were locked behind her back.

"Yeah? Well that's real easy for you to say so long as it's me hanging by my thumbs. Did you see what they did to me after tanning my hide?"

"Afraid not. I was following up on some leads of my own."

"So you didn't even see it when they let me down, only to strap me onto some rolling cart? Well let me tell you, they took me on a little tour of the place, giving everyone a chance at playing with me."

"See? Wasn't all that bad then, was it?" Leslie smiled, acting as if Kay was only proving her right. "All those hands playing with your lovely body…"

"They sure as hell weren't being nice about it!" Kay exploded. "Every one of those assholes had to take a swat on my poor rump, or pinch my boobs! And the only time they touched my poor pussy, it was so they could pinch or slap it."