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and listen to yours. You want to park your slut out there?”
    “ Sure. Why not.”
    To Cheri’s disbelief, he dropped the gym bag and tied her leash to the stair railing. He patted her naked ass. “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other. I hope you’re into telepathy because otherwise I don’t know how you’re going to communicate. I’m not sure when I’ll be back so do what you have to.” Reaching between her legs, he pushed against her urethra.
    Shamed, she tried to turn away.
    “ Don’t worry, slut. I haven’t forgotten what else is there.” He made his point by ramming his thumb into her pussy. “Hmm. Not sopping but not dry either. I’ll be examining that later.”
    Much as she wanted to try to expel him, she didn’t dare risk angering him. Besides, unbelievably, his thumb felt good. Thank God he didn’t know what a big role sex played in her life. Or did he?
    “ Just a taste,” he said as he pulled out. “Something to remember and anticipate me by.”
    Watching him climb the stairs and go inside relieved and calmed her a bit. When he was out of sight, she faced the redhead. The woman no longer held herself upright. If not for the leather cuffs and chain securing her to a ring imbedded in the pillar, she might have collapsed. All night Cheri had prayed for freedom. Now she longed to reassure her fellow captive, only anything she said would be a lie.
    And if she asked questions, did she have the courage for the answers?
    Her captor treated her as if she was a dog. Granted she had more freedom of movement than the redhead did, but it really didn’t matter. Along with sexually stimulating her, he’d reminded her of her full bladder. She had two choices, wait for him to return and lead her to a bathroom or take care of the unrelenting need by herself. Wondering if the men were watching, she moved as far to one side as she could, widened her stance what little she could, and squatted. As urine splatted against gravel, the other woman looked blindly in her direction.
    Shamed by the hot stench, Cheri bounced up and down hoping to shake off the drops. The redhead was trying to say something, but only muffled grunts came out. Desperate to communicate in some way, Cheri grunted back. After a moment, her fellow sufferer awkwardly turned away.
    The redhead’s back, buttocks, and thighs were cruelly marred by whip marks.
    Horrified, Cheri reared back fighting the leash. The collar bit into her neck.
     
    Chapter Four
    “ Were you given any marching orders, or did your employer leave her training up to you?”
    “ A little of both,” Cheri’s captor replied as the two men descended the stairs maybe an hour later. “What about your plans for today?”
    The man called Damek walked over to the blinded woman and reached up. A moment later her still-tied arms dropped in front of her. “Obedience training.” Crouching, Damek released the spreader bar but left the ankle cuffs in place. After standing, he hooked a leash to her collar and tugged, giving her no choice but to stumble behind him up the stairs. Halfway to the top, Damek stopped and looked back. “Drinks at six?”
    “ I should be done with this piece of ass for the day by then. You buying?”
    Damek laughed. “You know what the other trainers say about you, don’t you? Keep an eye on Reno or he’ll stiff you.”
    Her captor—Reno—shrugged. “I’d hate to do anything to mess with my reputation.”
    Reno waited until the others had gone inside then reached dug into his gym bag. He pulled out more rope and a scissors which he pressed against the base of her chin, forcing her onto her toes.
    “ Stay up there. Otherwise, I’ll cut you.”
    Frightened, she did as he’d commanded. Being on her toes made balancing difficult, and she swayed. Instead of unbuttoning it, he grabbed her shirt hem in front and took the scissors to it. The separate halves gaped, exposing her bra.
    “ What’s this?” Reaching between the bra cups, he extracted