Erica couldn't restrain the shriek welling within her as she beheld
the man. Her scream abruptly cut short in mid pitch as Mistress
Leah bitterly flailed the strap over her erect nipples. She twisted
her body as it spun wildly from it's suspension, whimpering from
the shock of the blow.

"You God damn little whore, I'll not warn you again, keep silent unless
you're directed otherwise. Look at me damn you, look at me and say
Mistress I understand, say it you fuckin bitch," demanded Leah.

Erica flexed her toes against the craggy floor gaining purchase to turn
and face the woman. Her breath hitching in her throat she stared at her
and whimpered.

"I, I, I understand Mistress Leah. I understand, please, no more,"
she begged.

"Very good, your learning well. By your obedience you will please us,
perhaps even please yourself a bit," teased Leah.

The woman's words were still audible although somewhat distorted.
A shallow robotic tone emanating from both their voices when they
spoke. Erica saw that the couple both wore large red leather collars
around their necks. Attached to each collar was a small box shaped
object about three inches in length and nearly two inches in width, each
resting just over their larynx. She assumed that somehow these were creating the slight garble to their voices.

Erica took Mistress Leah in with her amber doe like eyes, staring in
awe as she beheld the woman before her. She was also clad in a
full mask covering her head, this one of a sleek red vinyl like material.
Atop her head a small opening in the mask allowed a haystack piled shock
of honey tinted hair to sprout up forming a peak. The length of it
raking back over the woman's head as if it were a mane.

Elliptical openings in the shape of a cat's eye revealed the woman's
verdant eyes that bore into Erica. Below the nose a small slash in the material allowed it to extend forward for breathing. As did the man, she
too had a zipper which had been pulled open exposing the fullness of her pouty lips.

Mistress Leah's torso was clad in the same red sleek vinyl material to
form a corset which exposed and thrust up her ample breasts.
Each thick umber nipple had been pierced, encompassed by a silver ring nearly four inches in diameter. The rings connected with a foot of small sterling hued chain that hung down between her plump breasts pulling
at the erect nipples.

Erica saw that the women's navel had been used within the tattoo
of a lion, it's claws gripping at the sides of her belly, trailing streaks of
blood. The hindquarters exposed as it's rear end hiked up and the
indentation of her navel formed what she thought would be it's mating
hole, obscenely gaping open.

The corset ended at the angle of her wide hips, she was naked below
the waist, her pubic area shaven clean. Erica could see the lips of her
cunt, the flesh darkened and thick, parting open from having been well abused over time. The Mistress's stocky legs were encased in boots that
ran to mid-thigh, gleaming as each movement of her legs creased the
shiny red vinyl they were made of. Their sharp spike heels were almost
six inches in length giving the woman exaggerated height allowing her to tower about in a regal posture.

"You look delicious my pet, though maybe a bit worse for wear.
Still a sweet and succulent young morsel," the mistress smirked.

Looking at Erica she saw the girl's wheat colored hair was matted and
clinging to her shoulders. Her breasts puffy and bee stung, the size that
would easily fit within the mouth of a champagne glass. Long welts of
burning red had creased the nipples on both sides from the blows across
her chest. Her skin a golden bronze showing no discernible tan lines
covered her as if it were smooth silk.

Erica was petite, barely standing five feet in height, maybe a hundred pounds, if that. Her skin supple and flawless stretching over slender arms and legs. Hips sharp and angular joining on each side of her firm flat
stomach. Her navel was pierced, a small two inch gold ring punching
through the skin, a round pink bead adorning it.

Leah traced her tongue over her lips as she saw the damp curls of Erica's pubic thatch. The small puffy lips of her cunt so pink and tender. Her mouth watered as she lusted to taste the sweet juices that she knew were locked deep inside just waiting to be devoured.