. it all happened. It is no bad dream.“I: „But... but... it I can't happen! I am an English Lady. A real lady. Lady Isabel Dysart. Somehow the aut...horities will rescue me... us. They must! This is madness!“N: „I am not... not a Lady. But I am a woman. And I know a woman like me... and you... has... has a price, eh? Is of value? We have been bought. You saw, you heard... by that woman who came... when we were chained.“I: (Incredulously) „I... bought? No... never! For what... for what?“N: „For. As the tank top was drawn up, covering his face, he asked me, quietly, "Wanna help me get these fuckin' pants off?" It was a very arousing question. I reasoned that he wanted to keep me involved."Uh... Sure," I agreed hesitantly. I reached out and, almost touching his tall-standing cock, unbuckled his belt, opened the top button of his pants, and let them fall, just as he had done with mine. I let out a small gasp of pleasure and surprise. He was not wearing underpants. Talk about BIG BALLS!. Still dazed from theexplosion, they were ill prepared for Kate's assault - she cut them downmercilessly. Smiling wickedly, Kate ran down the corridor, therebyputting some distance between herself and the carnage. She didn't hearthe hissing of gas being released into the corridor, nor was she awareof the man who'd been watching her through the closed circuitsurveillance system. He watched as she passed out, then pressed a buttonon his panel to purge the gas from the corridor... his men would. An electric feeling passed through Elena, and she slowly removed her gaze from Kate's eyes, instead bringing her lips to her slender neck and suckling on her flesh softly, her teeth nipping ever so gently. Kate groaned and bucked her hips against Elena's, feeling her bare sex bumping against Elena's satin clad womanhood. Elena smirked as she moved lower, pulling down Kate's bustier with her. For a moment she admired the woman's rosebud nipples, so inviting, so pert. She took one in her mouth.