Andrea looked at Jordan shocked, "Traitor!" She spat.
"No opponent, would be more accurate."
There was a mumbling behind her.
Jordan walked over to Eric and removed his gag and began releasing his restraints, "I'm sorry."
He looked at with understanding, "I know, you being my Mistress was one thing." He walked over to Andrea. "Having this Bitch use me was another!"
"Your proper place, "the brunette said defiantly.
"I've heard enough of your drivel, "he responded stuffing the ball gag in her mouth.
"Clothes are in the closet," Frank told him. Another mumble caught his attention. He walked over to Carl. "You want to be released?"
Carl nodded.
"You are pathetic, as said. Just sit there and suffer."
Despite her predicament, Keisha laughed.
Jordan looked at her scornfully, "You are a stupid cunt!
"Getting my own back."
"No Keisha, Frank told her."You are a hateful bigot just like Alice Walker." He went over to the last pair. "You have anything to say."
Jane in a resigned voice, "Would it do any good?"
"That depends, your situation is a little different. You are the Mistress in a relationship and you domed him and he accepts being your sex slave..."
"So I can keep him?'
Jordan grabbed her tit, "You better use that brain of yours and think."
But for now, "Frank took out an atomizer. "you need to sleep.'
Andrea had been stripped and locked in a room. Deliberators had been attached to several part of her body, which limited mobility. The message was clear, Frank and Jordan had rendered her helpless. She was outwardly calm, but fuming inside. Intellectually she knew woman were sometimes sex slaves, but that she could ever be put in that position, was infuriating.
The door opened and Keisha came with her lunch. The black woman was in a slave harness and spider gagged. The meal was always the same: raw vegetables and water. There was something else this time. A book titled, Modern relationships between men and women. A note was on the top in Jordan's handwriting. You will read this in full.
Keisha left the room and went back to her cleaning. Jane leashed the collar she now shared with Carl. The two of them were forced to do cleaning of the various hallways. She had fallen so low. Damn that Andrea, I had a good job. Now I'm stuck chained to this slug.
Jane wore light but unbreakable chains. She was periodically whipping both of them. She really never liked Keisha and felt no pity for her. Besides Frank said you make sure they work; or you take their place. At the end of the day she was taken back to her cell, there Matt waited for her. For some reason he was still her sex slave.
But tonight there was no in the room.
"Come with me, "Jordan instructed.
In another room, Matt hung from his wrist, while Frank sat nearby.
"Kneel."
Jane did so as Jordan lowered Matt to the floor.
"Have you given some thought to your position?"
Jane nodded, "Yes, I overstepped when I joined the other side."
"What can you offer?" Jordan asked.
"My computer and technical skills," the blond answered with more confidence.
"But are you willing to commit this organization"
"By committing, what do you mean?"
Jordan grabbed a cane and started whipping Matt"Pain, domination," the cane started cutting him.
"Please..." Jane said.
The red head grabbed a strap on, "I'm going to fuck him!"
Jane threw herself in front of her. "Fuck me instead!"
"Well you passed the first test."
