"Then what? Davis promised me he'd see to it you were taken care of," Leslie said as if she cared. Actually all she really wanted to know was when the next stud would show up. She wanted to milk this place for all the perks she could get.

"Oh they took care of me all right. They took me down to the fucking basement and dumped me there!"

"That's great work! Did you find any trace of Denise?" Leslie was doing her level best to sound interested, but her eyes were still locked on the front door.

"How could I? They had me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."

"Come over here and sit down." Leslie patted her hand on the huge mattress. "If they were done with their show, why did they keep you tied up?"

"It wasn't rope. If that's all it had been I probably would have gotten away by myself. But no, they slipped me into this big leather thing that could have been a wrist band for an elephant. It pinned my arms to my sides from shoulder to elbow and mashed my poor tits flat. There wasn't enough slack in the damn thing to let me even take in a breath. Then, as if that wasn't enough, they strapped my ankles together, and pulled them back up nearly to my collar. If the chest binder hadn't been so stiff, they would have had me bent into a backwards 'U'!"

Leslie's attention had been caught. Even after all the other things she had seen tonight, she still had problems trying to visualize what Kay had just described.

"All of that? I don't get it. I thought they were going to look after you, maybe put you in with some of the other slaves. You know, let you have a little fun," she said in way of explanation.

"Maybe they would have."

"If?" Leslie asked suspiciously.