SMAAACK!!

The harsh crack of a split leather strap was followed almost instantly by the high pitched feminine whimper echoed off the custom chiseled granite walls. Calista Flockhart, stark naked and bound to the wall with her arms and legs spread, moaned as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. The ball gag between her teeth was held in place by a leather strap around her neck and she had rubber-tipped nipple clamps connected by a small chain attached to her erect nipples. In front of her, Jane Krakowski, wearing full domme regalia including a leather teddy and thigh-high leather boots, brushed her slaves crimson, hairless pussy with the whip as a devious smile flitted across her cherubic face. Calista’s body jerked and she moaned as the soft leather brushed her thoroughly abused mound.

“That skinny bitch-slave Portia is gonna spend a painful night on ‘the rack’ for her tardiness,” Jane growled angrily.

“Her irresponsibility will be addressed,” said Lucy solemnly as she looked down at her feet where Courtney Thorne-Smith knelt naked with her arms behind her back, thumb-cuffed together. Her head was bowed obediently as her tongue swabbed the shiny patent leather of Lucy’s knee-high boots. Courtney groaned in a seeming pleasure as Lucy casually snapped her on the ass with a perforated leather paddle.

“Isn’t that right, slave?” barked Lucy who was clad only in the boots and a leather brassiere.

“Yes Mistress,” gasped Courtney as she kept lapping her domme’s boots, the insides of her quivering thighs already liberally saturated with her continually flowing juices.

A deep echo of a gong sounded as the doorbell announced another visitor. Jane glanced at Lucy as she tugged on the chain between Calista’s nipple clamps, drawing a muffled squeak from the gagged girl.

“Why isn’t that contemptuous blonde bitch following protocol?!” Jane snapped. “She should use her key and crawl down here to the dungeon with her fucking head bowed!”

“Her discipline will be severe,” sighed Lucy, whacking the paddle on her palm. Then she nodded toward the door and ordered Jane brusquely, “Go get the disobedient slave and bring her before me.”

Jane quickly climbed the steps as Lucy grabbed Courtney by her golden mane and guided the slurping girl’s lips to the silky dark fringe of her cunt. “Keep lapping, bitch!” she ordered with a cruel grin.

Outside Lucy’s front door, Portia de Rossi stood shivering with anticipation. “I can’t fucking wait to lay the strap to both those bitches!” she giggled. “They’re gonna pay!”

Julianne Nicholson, Portia’s mousy redheaded cast mate smirked, amused by the naive blonde. Portia had privately approached her a week after Julianne’s first episode was taped and spilled her guts about all that had transpired involving Lucy, Jane and the other past and present ‘Ally McBeal’ cast. Tales of brutal beatings and domination retold by the tall, willowy blonde commanded Julianne’s undivided interest. This kind of shit was right up her alley and the fact that the stars of her latest show had an active BDSM fetish made her clit throb.

Portia revealed her plan of revenge; she and Julianne would overpower the domme at the door and together overwhelm the other in the dungeon. Retribution would be deliberate, vicious and, oh so sweet. After several months of subjugation, Portia was teeming with hostility and bent on revenge. She’d played the sub slave role convincingly while waiting for a chance like this to present itself.

It was clear to Julianne that Portia was out of her element. The blonde sought vengeance in the role of a domme, but she obviously didn’t display any promise to be one whereas Julianne was dressed in full garb for the evening; thigh high boots and a long leather drover coat over a crotchless leather thong and peek-a-boo leather bra. Portia resembled a shopper on Rodeo Drive for the naive blonde wore a short black skirt and red blouse with sheer black stockings and garters plus prim black pumps. Portia may have wanted revenge, but she clearly didn’t grasp the concept of being a Dominatrix.

The determined redhead dropped her big shoulder bag loaded with her own personal tools of the trade and reminded Portia, “Remember, let me handle whoever answers. This has to be quick and quiet.”

As the heavy door swung open, Jane was already snarling “Where the hell have you bee....”

A powerful straight right from Julianne not only silenced Jane but knocked her several feet back into the hall flat on her back. The dazed blonde raised her head sleepily but the redhead straddled her chest and delivered a crushing hook to the jaw, laying her out cold with only a short yelp. Julianne picked up her bag and made sure the front door was unlocked as Portia jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly as she stood over the splayed out blonde.

“You can handle that bitch from here,” ordered Julianne gruffly as she pulled a leather gag from her bag and tossed it to Portia. “Keep her quiet. I’ve got business downstairs.”

She pulled out a coiled, thin leather whip from her bag and unfurled it. Then, slipping out of her coat, she tossed it over the back of a chair and headed downstairs to the dungeon with the ominous whip trailing along behind.

Portia cackled with delight, saying, “I’ll be along in a minute dragging this worthless cunt behind me! I have some business to take care of down there myself!”

The blonde leaned over the unconscious Jane with a wicked scowl on her face and slapped Jane’s tits through the leather teddy and scoffed in disgust.

“Nice outfit, BITCH!” she snarled. “How many goddam cows did they have to kill to make it?!”

“Ding-dong!” said a voice from the doorway.

Portia whirled around on her knees with a startled expression and came nose-to-breast with petite brunette Christina Ricci, a recent addition to the cast. The small girl was dressed in a cotton sweatsuit and athletic shoes and, like Julianne, she was carrying a large shoulder bag over her shoulder.

"C..C..Chrristina!!!” blurted Portia as she hid the gag behind her and tried to shield Jane’s limp form from the brunette. “W...what are y...you d..d..doing here?!”

Christina gave the blonde a naughty look and a sad shake of the head as she peered over Portia’s shoulder to check on Jane

“Julianne invited me,” Christina said matter-of-factly as Portia looked up at her in confusion.

“Um, I don’t think you realize what’s going down here tonight, hun,” Portia said, frowning at the brunette’s wardrobe. “You better scoot.”

Christina eyed Portia complacently and dropped her bag, unzipped her top and shed it, revealing a chain bra that unabashedly displayed a pair of heavy breasts tipped with hard, eraser-sized nipples. The blonde’s mouth gaped in shock as Christina kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her sweatpants, unveiling a matching chain-front, leather thong that didn’t begin to cover her smooth-shaven pussy.

“It’s lil’ ol’ YOU who doesn’t realize what’s going down here tonight, HUN!” purred Christina as the flicked the tip of Portia’s nose with her index finger.

The blonde’s face had taken on a pallor that revealed her unease as she whined, “I w..wasn’t told ab..bout t..this!”

With catlike quickness, Christina unleashed a heavy side kick to the blonde’s belly, sending her groaning toppling back over Jane’s body onto the floor in a heap.

“No shit, Sherlock,” spat Christina as she stepped over Jane to the coughing Portia.

Portia grunted a feeble protest as the little brunette grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs, splitting them shoulder wide and leaving her crotch an irresistible target. The blonde’s legs squirmed, her high heels flipping from her feet and clattering to the floor as she raised her hands in pleading. “No......” she wailed, sensing what was coming but still hurting from the kick to the belly.

“Make a wish,” growled Christina, driving her heel down on the blonde’s bare pussy with a sickening crunch.

Portia’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she released a painful scream as her body convulsed. Christina turned the blonde’s stockinged legs loose and the traumatized woman trembled as she slowly pulled her knees up into a fetal posture, her hands wedged firmly between her tightly squeezed thighs.

“I hope Julianne has things under control down there. Your shriek just about blew the roof off this place,” grinned Christina as she watched her damaged foe in the throe’s of agony.

Down in the dungeon, Lucy’s head snapped up in surprise as Portia’s scream rattled the house. “What the hell was that?!” she exclaimed.

From behind her she heard a sound, but before she could turn her head Julianne’s whip sailed through the air and wrapped itself around the China Doll’s neck. The ebony-haired domme yelped as her hands shot to her throat grasping the braided leather whip cinched snugly about it. With a sharp tug, Julianne yanked the whip and pulled Lucy toward her spinning and stumbling. The leather uncoiled as Lucy rotated toward the redhead, who held the heavily weighted and leather wrapped handle in her fist. Just as Lucy reached her, Julianne drove her fist with the protruding butt of the handle into Lucy’s bare belly. With a breathless croak, the Asian collapsed to her knees at the redhead’s feet.

“What....the...........fuck?” gasped Lucy as Calista rattled her binds, excitedly mumbling beneath her gag at the prospect of Julianne freeing her.

Julianne confidently placed her boot between Lucy’s breasts on her leather bra and with a rough extension of her leg, kicked her over onto her back. Lucy glared up angrily as she held her aching abs and squirmed in distress.

“There’s a new Mistress in town, pilgrim,” redheaded Julianne said with a Texas drawl. “She’s come to put you in the poky.”

“Like hell!” snarled Lucy as her leg flashed out hitting Julianne above the knee.

She yelped and stumbled backwards a few steps to the wall as Lucy struggled to her feet. The dark-haired devil doll acted swiftly, sending a labeled side kick toward her taller foe at chest height. Julianne wisely sidestepped Lucy’s incoming boot and her foot smashed into the wall. Julianne answered with a jaw-jarring elbow to Lucy’s chin that dropped the dazed darling on her butt. Julianne jumped onto Lucy’s chest and dug her hands into the Asian’s sleek mane. Lucy gazed up at her with glassy eyes as her wiry body bucked and struggled instinctively despite her dazed state.

“You’re in MY lair, bitch!” hissed Lucy. “These are MY slaves!”

Julianne just laughed as she pinned her opponent using her greater weight and slowly pulled Lucy’s face up until her lips brushed the auburn pubes at the split in her crotchless thong. Lucy spat at her despicably as her feet beat a futile tattoo on the floor behind the redhead.

“Not anymore, pussy willow,” teased Julianne. “Give your new Mistress a kiss, my little bond maid.”

The dark-tressed Asian struggled furiously, shaking her head as her nemesis tried to pull it to her snatch. Lucy flung her slender legs up, scissoring Julianne around her neck and powering the redhead over backward, dismounting her from her chest and sending her to the floor on her side. Lucy maintained the scissors and tightened it like a vise as the astonished Julianne gasped and clawed at her ankles.

“Destroy her, Mistress!” cheered the ever-obedient Courtney as she watched Lucy controlling Julianne from her knees.

“Mmnnnffffff!” squealed Calista nervously, her allegiance, and her hopes of rescue, firmly with the redhead.

Julianne was her potential savior from her unending nightmare and she fervently prayed the redhead could triumph over the evil dark haired domme who had enslaved her with her wiles and her sexy body.

Lucy gritted her teeth and struggled to preserve the scissors as Julianne slowly twisted her body around to face the brunette on her hands and knees. A concerned expression came over Lucy’s face as she felt her legs losing their grip on the slippery intruder. With a heave, Julianne reared up on her knees as she grasped Lucy’s ankles and slowly forced them apart. Lucy grunted as her hold was neutralized, her legs splayed by the auburn-haired woman’s surprising strength.

Julianne made eye contact with Lucy briefly, a look of malice. With Lucy unable to defend her exposed womanhood, the redhead drove her head into her gaping cunt, slamming Lucy’s pubic bone with agonizing force. The Asian howled in anguish, her legs jerking in pain as Julianne lifted her head and delivered another savage head butt.

When Julianne released Lucy’s legs, her hips convulsed and she buried her hands in her battered crotch as she lay writhing on the floor, squealing in pain while Julianne retrieved her whip from the floor. Courtney whimpered sympathetically as she watched her Mistress suffer but Calista trembled with delight, her eyes beaming with gratitude.

With a deft motion, Julianne collected Lucy’s ankles and spun her whip around them, lashing them together. Then she rose still grasping Lucy’s bound feet and held them above the floor. She tucked them under one arm and snapped her boot into the bound Asian’s fanny, eliciting a yelp from the overpowered domme.

“It’s time to get this toy party rolling, don’t you think rice cakes?!” laughed Julianne as she flipped Lucy onto her belly.

Julianne dropped Lucy’s feet to the floor, straddled the brunette and squatted on her back, pulling her head off the floor as she placed her in a camel clutch. When Julianne locked her fingers under Lucy’s chin, she pressed her ass down in the small of her back and applied paralyzing pressure as she pulled back on the Oriental’s neck.

“You......cunt!!!” gasped Lucy, her eyelids squeezed shut as she languished in the excruciatingly painful hold.

“This is a hostile takeover, cunt,” announced Julianne. “All you worthless sluts will worship ME now.”

Calista’s face turned ashen. What the hell was going on? She thought Julianne had come to rescue her....er, them! Surely she didn’t mean ALL of them would be her slaves..............did she?!

“You will......suffer..........horribly.....for this,,” groaned Lucy as she faltered in the painful camel clutch.

“You need a time-out while my apprentice and I sort things out,” stated Julianne. Then gave the command, “Sleep, slave!”

Calista’s confusion escalated at the mention of an ‘apprentice’; her joy at the sight of her ‘rescuer’ Julianne was fading quickly. Courtney watched in horror as the redhead covered Lucy’s mouth and nose with her hand, smothering her.

“Fight for me, Mistress!” Courtney whimpered with a crestfallen look.

Lucy’s bound feet pounded the floor momentarily, then her body trembling and she succumbed to the hand smother. Her whimpering ebbed and she fell limp, passing out with her arms dangling over Julianne’s thighs, her clenched fists opening until her fingertips brushed the floor. The redhead smiled as she slammed her unconscious rival face first to the floor, then tenderly stroked Lucy’s long, shiny mane.

Things were going nicely.....just as they’d planned.

While Julianne and Lucy had been engaged in their brief struggle for dominance in the dungeon, Julianne’s ally Christina was dealing with things upstairs. Blonde Portia lay curled up on her side, groaning in agony after the cunt stomping from the petite brunette.

Despite the nauseating pain, Portia’s mind was still tormenting her with embarrassing thoughts. She was a good-sized, athletic, Australian woman. Why the hell was she always getting her ass kicked by these smaller bitches? Because they fought dirty, that’s why! When was she going to learn to be vicious? Tonight, she’d been destined for glory - or so she thought. She and Julianne were about to destroy the two leather clad cunts in the dungeon and unleash furious carnage upon them.

Now, as she lay prostrate at Christina’s feet, a sick feeling of ‘you’ve been had’ overwhelmed her. The little dark-haired bitch had only signed for five episodes. And what was the truth about she and Julianne’s sudden friendship? It just wasn’t fair! She grunted as Christina sat on her ribs, pinning her to the floor on her side. She struggled weakly as she turned and looked up at the young actress.

“Fucking little snot-nosed cunt! It’s time to get you two slaves downstairs. A party awaits,” Christina leered as she pinned Portia’s head to the floor with one hand while she pushed her fingers down on her carotid artery.

The blonde whined as she felt an immediate numbing sensation envelope her as the blood flow to her brain was shut off. She squirmed helplessly as Christina calmly administered the hold, watching the blonde succumb.

“Not.......... Fair,” whimpered Portia as her eyelids fluttered and she went limp with a low moan; unconscious.

“Poor thing,” tsk-tsked Christina as she playfully patted the blonde’s cheek. “Who the hell said life was fair?”

Christina swung her leg over Portia and let go. She slowly flopped over and landed face down. The blonde’s skirt was unzipped and it slid off her hips down her legs, revealing a creamy derriere with no panties. Christina stripped the blonde of all but her sheer stockings and garters. She spanked Portia’s firm ass, making the pale fanny flesh quiver.

“Your nightmare begins NOW, blondie,” Christina giggled. Then she turned her attention to Jane who still lay coldcocked and spread-eagled nearby. “She musta hit you a ton, huh bitch?” she grinned.

The tiny brunette delved into her bag and took out two pair each of ankle and wrist cuffs. She fastened Portia’s ankles together with a pair of ankle cuffs, then cuffed her hands over her head with handcuffs. She dropped the other pairs of cuffs next to Jane, grabbed one of the blonde’s boots and lifted her foot.

“This outfit is unacceptable for a slave,” she said disapprovingly. “MY slaves worship ME naked......all.except for you, creampuff,” she said glancing at Portia. “Those stockings look scrumptious so they stay... for now!”

The brunette stripped off Jane’s boots and leather teddy, then rolled the awakening blonde onto her belly and cuffed her hands over her head. As the blonde began to moan and show signs of life, Christina knelt beside her with the ankle cuffs in one hand, the other lightly caressing Jane’s tight, round, shapely dancer’s ass.

“Oooh, just look at that!” Christina sighed as she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s cheek and kneaded. “Just screams for a good, old fashioned paddling!”

Jane moaned as her ankles were snapped in the cuffs but she came sharply alert when the brunette bitch leaned down and bit her pale ass cheek.

“Owwww!! What the hell....?” shrieked the blonde, bucking against her restraints and craning her neck to look back at Christina. “What the fuck are you doing here? Lemme go you bitch! I’m a Dominatrix, dammit!”

The brunette whipped her fingertips across Jane’s ass, stinging her and making her yelp, “Not anymore, sweet meat. You’ll worship me now.”

“Aaaarrrgghhhhh!” growled the blonde as she arched her back and strained against the cuffs in vain. “When I get loose your ass is mine, you little . . .”

Christina landed another stinging slap to Jane’s bottom and the cheek rippled and began to take on a pinkish hue.

“I’m the ass proprietor around here, slave. You better learn that fast,” she said threateningly as she buckled a leather gag around the protesting blondes mouth.

Christina shouldered her goody bag, then dropped to her knees beside Portia and spread the semi-conscious woman’s legs apart, exposing the fuzzy gash above the tops of her stockings. She tickled Portia’s warm pussy with the tip of her finger before she rudely probed the opening.

“Rise and crawl!” she said abruptly as she cruelly rammed two fingers into the velvety tunnel, scraping sadistically at the sensitive inner walls of Portia’s cunt.

“Uuunnngghhhhh!” moaned the gagged blonde as she was painfully snapped back to consciousness by the stabbing pain in her pussy.

Christina withdrew her fingers and wiped them in Portia’s flowing blonde hair, then she stood up and used a handful of the whimpering woman’s hair to hauled her to her hands and knees. She walked the cuffed blonde over to Jane, who had struggled to her hands and knees and was trying to crawl away toward the dungeon to warn Lucy. The little brunette reached out and grasped Jane by her hair, yanking her head back painfully.

“Let’s all make our entrance together, shall we?!” said Christina, jerking Jane who whimpered pathetically into the leather gag jammed in her mouth. “I can tell you’re going to be a handful........I can’t wait to break you, “ laughed the petite domme as she guided her two blonde subjects down to the dungeon using their hair as makeshift leashes.

The two blondes hands and knees scuffled along the floor as they whimpered in unison. It was a toss-up as to who was more humiliated - Portia at being tricked out of her chance at revenge or Jane the Dominatrix, suddenly demoted to slave status by the treacherous duo of Julianne and Christina.

Both wondered what they’d find when they reached the dungeon. Was Julianne tough enough to overpower the venerable Lucy? Not likely! Foolish Christina was walking straight into hell where she’d find her cohort probably strung up by her ankles and Lucy awaiting her arrival with lecherous intentions. Jane grinned at the thought of taking her redemption. But for poor Portia, the revenge she so badly sought would be history regardless of what had transpired when Julianne clashed with Lucy. It was the reason Christina hadn’t bothered to gag her. Portia had no allies left to whom was could cry out!

Julianne was just finishing cuffing Lucy’s limp ankles together when Christina made her grandiose appearance, descending the steps slowly like a queen holding the hair-leashes of her two subjects. As the redhead removed the China doll’s leather bra and used it to bind her wrists behind her back, Calista looked up to see Christina and whimpered in despair.

“There’s a lotta slave bitches here for one Mistress,” chuckled Christina when Julianne looked up with a coy grin. “Mind if I join you?!”

“That’s the plan!” answered the grinning redhead as she stared at the two submissive blondes on their hands and knees and shook her head in disbelief at how easily she and Christina had achieved their aims.

Calista’s abused body slumped when Julianne and Christina’s agenda became crystal clear. She was amongst savages ... her nightmare seemingly having no conclusion. Unlike Calista, Courtney was oblivious to Christina’s arrival. Still slouched on her knees near her destroyed Mistress, the blonde stared down at her bound body with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. Lucy had transformed the haughty blonde into a her slave and the subjugation had been complete and total. Now, Courtney’s Mistress lay defeated before her, and the blonde hadn’t a clue what to do next. Julianne had been gauging her reaction as she trussed up Lucy and now turned to face Courtney.

“You will obey ME now, blondie,” Julianne said curtly. “Lick my boots clean .... NOW.”

Christina led her slaves over to flank the whimpering Courtney who reluctantly glanced one last time at the unconscious Lucy, then sniffled as she bent forward, raised her cute, round, ass in the air and flicked out her soft pink tongue and began to lap the dust off Julianne’s boots.

Portia, who’s volatile temper had resulted in many a severe discipline sessions in the last month or so, realizing she had no hope of rescue, erupted once again.

“You fucking lied to me!!!” Portia screamed at Julianne as she tried in vain to raise up on her knees. “What the hell is this little bitch doing here?!” she demanded, shaking her head in Christina’s grip as she nodded toward her. “I earned the right to punish that little slant-eyed cunt!”

Christina put her foot on the back of Jane’s head and roughly shoved her face to the floor. Jane grunted and feebly struggled while the brunette turned her attention to Portia, yanking on her hair and bringing a shriek of protest from the erstwhile domme. Christina deftly reached to Courtney’s ass and pulled the purple rubber anal plug from her poop chute which elicited a soft pleasured moan from the foot worshipping blonde. Christina held Portia tight by the hair as she jammed the butt plug into her protesting mouth, wedging it in firmly as the bound blonde’s eye’s bugged out and her body bucked. Portia’s throat convulsed as she frantically tried in vain to expel the rank tasting toy before she vomited.

“You don’t have what it takes, bitch,” sneered Julianne icily. “You’ve got ‘slave’ written all over that sweet body. In fact, before we’re done with you, I may just have that tattooed on it so there’s never any doubt again. So shut up and follow orders if you know what’s good for you.”

Christina plucked a gag from her shoulder bag and wrapped it around Portia’s neck, securing the butt plug in her mouth. Portia growled angrily as she gagged and shook her head, the foul object leaving a hideous taste in her mouth.

“You WILL be punished into submission.....slow and painfully,” vowed Christina as she pulled the protesting Portia on her knees to the wall where a collar hung from a short chain. Portia’s muffled protests increased in volume as Christina snapped the collar around her neck, leaving her on her knees facing the wall. Then she roughly peeled off Portia’s tattered thigh highs and removed her cuffs, using her own hose to lash her wrists and ankles together.

Christina picked up the perforated paddle Lucy had been using earlier on Courtney and swatted the blonde’s ass. As Portia wailed, Christina held her in place with the chain leash as she peppered her pink ass with the paddle until it was a bright, rosy crimson. When she finally paused, Portia was hyperventilating, her nasal wheezing interrupted only by an occasional wracking sob of pain and humiliation.

Julianne had watched her partner as she meted out punishment to the brassy blonde, but now she made her way over to Calista as Courtney scampered along at her heels, her pink tongue extended submissively. The bound waif looked at the titian-haired domme with pleading eyes and, as Julianne removed the ball gag from her mouth, Calista wet her dry lips with her tongue and cleared her throat.

“I beg you, Julianne, please exclude me from this,” she whimpered. “I won’t tell anyone, but I can’t take anymore....”

Julianne seductively squeezed her small, firm breasts as she stared deep into the waif’s doe eyes, then said slowly, “I need someone to capture this session on tape. I’ll give you that privilege but naturally, there will be conditions.”

Calista’s eyes brightened for an instant, feeling the weight of the world had just been lifted from her.

“Thank you Mistress!” she exclaimed, her head bobbing up and down rapidly giving her assent.

The redhead released the shackles holding Calista to the wall and the lithe woman groaned as she stood and massaged the feeling back into her numb wrists. Julianne grasped her firmly under the chin, tilted her head back and gave her a long, forbidding stare.

“You’ll tape this session like your life depended on it..........because it does,” she said gravely. “You try anything smart, I’ll personally dismantle your skinny ass piece by bony little piece.”

Calista nodded dutifully, her expression conveying her fear of the Domme.

“Now,” Julianne said with a wink to Christina, “you’re gonna kneel to worship your Mistresses hot... juicy... cunt!”

With only a brief hesitation, Calista sunk to her knees, reached up and put her hands behind Julianne’s thighs and buried her red face deep in her crotch. Calista’s warm, velvety, tongue lapped at the domme’s exposed clit which was swelling in the slit between her swollen labia beneath her crotchless thong. Julianne’s heavy breathing stuck in her throat for an instant as Calista’s tongue fluttered expertly on her erect clit. She clasped her hands in the waif’s brunette hair as she glanced down at Courtney who still knelt beside her; her eyes watching Calista’s dangling little boobs with a horny gaze.

“Blonde bitch.....,” snapped Julianne as she flicked her hand in Courtney’s face breaking her concentration on Calista. “Get your slutty tongue in my ass.......right NOW!”

Courtney crawled behind her Mistress and raised her face, planting a wet kiss on each of the redhead’s cheeks before her fingers parted the cheeks and her pink tongue began to lovingly lave the crevice of Julianne’s fanny, wetting the strap of her thong and teasing the edges of her dark puckered hole.

With two slaves working eagerly on her body, the redheaded domme was rapidly building toward a climax as she began to breathe heavily. With a long moan and a sharp tug on Calista’s hair, Julianne came powerfully as her knees buckled and her hips thrust forward, slamming into Calista and nearly knocking her over backward as Julianne struggled to keep her balance. As she gasped and moaned, out of breath and flushed, her slaves continued to kiss her ass and legs devotedly.

Portia remained a blubbering slab of crimson ass flesh as she slumped on her knees, her mouth jammed full with the anal plug as Christina turned her attention to Jane, her wind snatched from her sails when she realized that Lucy had been conquered leaving her at the mercy of the two new dommes. The embarrassed blonde mumbled a muffled protest as Christina hauled her to her feet by her hair, then shoved Jane’s back against an adjustable ‘X’ torture rack as the blonde glared angrily.

“Some time on the rack will change that attitude....SLAVE!” snarled the petite brunette as she playfully poked and prodded Jane’s soft tummy just below the belly button with the nail of her index finger.

Jane exploded in fury, swinging her cuffed hands wildly at Christina who merely smirked at the cuffed blonde’s foolishness, then drove a fist deep into the irate woman’s gut. Jane wheezed through her gag, her struggling coming to an abrupt halt as her hips shot back, then she doubled forward at the waist. The dark-haired domme relentlessly attacked her bound slave, ripping heavy-handed blows to her belly until Jane groaned and collapsed into the tilted rack, her ass smacking the wooden frame just before she began to slide to the floor.

Christina caught Jane under the arms and jammed her knee between Jane’s slack legs as she propped her up, then drilled two more punches into the blonde’s dark, neatly trimmed bush. Jane was overwhelmed with breathtaking pain as she turned away from the brunette, leaning against the tilted rack on her side. Christina looked back to Julianne proudly, hoping she’d seen her put down ‘ex-domme’ Jane’s brief uprising.

But Julianne was otherwise occupied. She’d finished composing herself after her quaking climax and had her two obedient slaves crawl behind her as she walked back to the awakening Lucy who, roused like an interrupted bear in February, was wildly flailing her encumbered limbs as she lay on her side; her dark eyes searing a hole in Julianne as she glared up at her.

“Cut me loose, bitch!” Lucy hissed. “I deserve a fair chance at you, face to face!”

The redhead chuckled as she flopped Lucy over onto her back with a kick of her boot. As she was about to answer, the wall mounted phone rang. Julianne grabbed Lucy by the hair and yanked her to her feet with one hand. She shoved the trussed-up brunette toward the phone and gave her a harsh glare just as Christina unloaded a knockout punch to Jane’s chin, laying her out on the angled torture rack.

“No funny stuff, rice cakes or you WILL regret it,” warned Julianne as she pressed the speakerphone button.

Lucy scowled, but she knew very well in her current predicament she was powerless to defend herself.

“Hello?” Lucy answered glumly.

“Lucy, it’s Michelle.... Pfeiffer,” said the blonde actress.

“Hi Michelle, what’s up?!”

“Well, I may be overreacting here, but David said he had overheard a conversation between Portia and that new girl Julianne. I know this sounds utterly ridiculous, but I felt someone should tell you,” explained Michelle, the wife of David E. Kelley, the head writer and producer of ‘Ally McBeal’.

Julianne squeezed Lucy’s arm firmly, warning her to behave.

“Tell me what, Michelle?” asked the dark-haired Asian beauty.

“Well, Dave overheard them making plans to surprise you and.........well.........as he put it.....kick your ass. I know it sounds wacky, but I wanted to tell you. There’s something about that Julianne that gives me the creeps....I don’t like her.”

“Get her over here!” whispered Julianne in Lucy’s ear as she gave her bare nipple a painful squeeze that brought Lucy up on her toes.

“It’s funny you mention that, Michelle,” gasped Lucy through clenched teeth. “She and Portia invited me out tonight, but I decided not to go. Maybe that was a wise decision.”

“I don’t know, maybe they were just playing with David........you know how Portia is. It’s probably nothing to worry about.” Then, after a brief pause, “Are you O.K., hun?!” Michelle asked. “You sound a little strange.”

“Well.........I guess so,” answered Lucy. “Say, is David with you?”

“No, he took the kid’s out to eat. It’s Dad’s night out tonight and I’m all alone!”

“Well, how ‘bout comin’ over for a visit?” asked Lucy after Julianne gave her nipple another twist. “I haven’t seen you for a while.......and it would be nice to have some company. Besides, I can thank you properly for warning me.”

“Sure Lucy, I’ll come by for a bit if you like. Mom can have a quickie too!” she joked. Then her tone turned serious and she said, “You’re not really worried that Portia and Julianne will show, are you?”

“Oh no, don’t worry,” answered Lucy, her nipple nearly numb in Julianne’s tight grip. “Even if they did, they’ll never get past my security system. Besides, I’m sure they were just joking around anyway.”

After Michelle hung up by saying she’d be over shortly, Lucy looked up questioningly at the redhead holding her and asked with a little incredulity, “You wouldn’t dare? She’s even off limits to me! Don’t forget who she’s married to, you dumb bitch.”

Julianne grabbed her reluctant slave by the throat, making Lucy gasp as she stared malevolently into her dark eyes.

“I have some very damaging info on your high and mighty Ms. Pfeiffer. And as for you, I’m gonna break you so fucking convincingly, you’ll bow at the feet of junior high girls when they walk by,” snarled the redhead.

“Like I said, cunt, fight me face to face,” grunted Lucy as Julianne continued to choke her.

“Oh, you’ll get your chance, rice cakes. But right now I need to prep for that All-American blonde pussy to arrive.”

Julianne dragged the squealing Oriental across the dungeon to a mattress on the floor with four steel posts bolted to the floor at each corner with restraints attached to each.

“I gotta hand it to you, slave,” Julianne teased the proud Asian domme. “You sure got a well-equipped dungeon.”

She threw Lucy face down onto the pad, then looked over at Calista as she straddled the squirming Asian pinning her. Calista made brief eye contact and then looked away bashfully and respectfully.

“Get the fuckin’ camera outta my bag and start filming, slave!” snapped the imperious redhead.

Calista scrambled to the bag and took out the camera, quickly training it on Julianne and Lucy and began to record. As Lucy spewed expletives, Julianne untied the leather bra binding her wrists and wrestled the struggling brunette’s wrists into the restraints. She made sure Lucy’s legs were securely pinned, then individually tied them to the other two posts after removing her ankle cuffs. Lucy’s tightly muscled body bucked wildly, lashed face down spread-eagled on the pad. Julianne knelt in front of her as Lucy’s chin rested against the pad, her eyes flashing angrily. Julianne clamped her hand over the defenseless Lucy’s face, barely avoiding her gnashing teeth as she dug her fingertips into her temples and applied a face claw submission hold.

Lucy cried out, her limbs flapping as the relentless Domme milked her temples powerfully, traumatizing the nerves and sapping Lucy’s rapidly fading strength. Soon the dark sex vixen lay moaning and gasping, just her hips bouncing up and down as the last of her consciousness was slowly drained from her lithe body. Her arms and legs ceased their movement and she moaned one last time before the redhead manipulated her into unconsciousness with the debilitating hold.

“You go night-night for a little bit, bitch. I’ll be back for more of you later,” laughed Julianne.

“How goes it, Mistress Christina?” Julianne asked her partner.

“Simply superb, thank you, Mistress Julianne,” giggled Christina with an impish smile.

The brunette expertly lashed the unconscious Jane to the rack using the restraints mounted upon it, then tipped her up to a horizontal position. She rummaged through her bag of toys and selected a huge strap-on dildo, pulled it out and strapped the harness around her hips. Greasing up her weapon generously, she smiled at Julianne as she stepped between the X frame and positioned the bulbous head of the dong between Jane’s swollen labia.

“I hate to miss that,” Julianne sighed. “but I better go outside to ....greet.... our next guest. You be a good little bitch while I’m gone, Blondie,” she said, pinching the kneeling Courtney’s ass.

She released the thumb cuffs, freeing Courtney’s hands and told her, “And limber up........I have plans for you and Ms. Pfeiffer. A little.....slave battle for your Mistresses enjoyment.”