Getting up into standing after draining hours of shock, Lisa peered about the guest bedroom. In the slightly bronzed light her outline caught the eye, and though her shirt was ripped and her face messed up she was a feast to the men watching. Her hands still bound behind her back made the bare breasts jut forward even if she'd keep a straight poise. Brian gleefully thought of the services they could keep claiming from the two women, his lust for cumming was stilled for the moment but he was looking forward to dinner. The partnership with Kiel had certainly proved a stroke of luck.

"I'm sure Miss Siimmons here knows how to put something good on the table" Brian said and Kiel rubbed his elbow at Renee's arm. She nodded, knowing she had to obey though she hated the idea of cooking for these guys. "Mmm-mgh" she grunted under the gag, in a tone she hoped would convey "allright".
"Oh of course she can, she knows her craft. But maybe you should be her maid and help her for a change, Miss?" Brian said in an ironic tone.
Renee grunted again and Lisa frowned, then leaned forward. "At least ungag her. We won't get very far in cooking if she can't inform me what to do"
Brian and Kiel exchanged glances, then Brian muttered "Allright. But her handcuffs stay on and if you two, like, do anything suspicious you'll get fucked in the face and whipped till you wish you hadn't been born"

Kiel reached out and unbuckled the harsh bit gag, and as Renee's tongue turned he held out a jar in front of her mouth. With a heavy sigh of shame and relief, the maid let Lisa's scrapped panties bob out from between her lips. She gulped in air and looked at Kiel, then at Lisa.
"Miss Lisa, you're not badly hurt?"
Brian gave a low chuckle. Lisa stamped a little with her foot as if to silence him, then swallowed. "I guess I'm okay for the circumstances" She looked over at Renee again; the suppressed pain and pity in the eyes of their head cooking lady was all too clear, The shy smile she flashed at Renee was what the older one needed the most. Though something was afoot with the maid, Lisa couldn't see her actually inviting Brian and Kiel to be doing these things, then getting done up this way herself.

"Sure, I'll make some dinner. And I want Miss Lisa to help me a bit."
"Drop the 'Miss', Renee" Lisa mumbled.
"You're going downstairs" Brian said. "Kiel will take you there, he knows the way while I doubt Missy here has even seen the inside of the kitchen cupboards." He picked up the knife he had tossed off to the floor five minutes before and handed it to the butler, who marched them off, Renee in front and Lisa following.