Mistress and her friend walked twards Julie. The poor girl didn't know whether to look up or look at the floor, but Mistress soon showed her the answer. Taking hold of Julie's hair, she yanked it back, pulling the slaves face upwards. Julie's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Mistress' friend towered over her. "Put out your tongue for Lady Emma," Mistress commanded. Lady Emma nodded and smiled. "Yes, I'm sure I'll enjoy feeling that one between my legs at some point." She looked up at Mistress. "Is she trained for anal as well?" "Oh, I think she could cope with anal, Emma. It depends if you want her to use her tongue on you or if you want to use the dildo on her." They were talking about Julie as though she was invisible. Mistress let go of Julie's hair. "I'm sure she'll do whatever we want her to do." She turned to Julie. "Won't you, bitch!" Julie was about to anser...but remembered Mistress' warning about answering.

As the two dommes left the cellar, Julie could only pick up snippets of their conversation. She knew that she'd heard the word 'tortured' and was almost certain she'd heard Mistress say, "I can always invite some more friends"