Looking up at the woman hanging there I could see her eyes were flickering. She seemed to have caught sight of something - somebody out in the crowd of confiudent buyers and herded-in slaves. It could be that slaveboy witha hood...or would it b the girl who had come in masked as a Domme but who had been humiliatingly stopped and exposed, and then bound? My doll's eyes gleamed and twitched as I began whipping her butt. You know you are not going to escape this time" I purred at her - "your old tricks won't do".

She grunted and sobbed, but as she swung in her ropes I could see she was also following what was being done to the other girl. Maybe these two could perform together, I thought as I saw sweat pouring over her matted skin.