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closer look?”
    “Of course.”
    Carla clapped her hands once. The two men stepped away from the woman without a word. “Come,” she said over her shoulder to Ron. He followed her over to the captive.
    The woman stirred and whimpered as he stood very close to her. He was so close that he could easily smell her sweat and her musk, intermingled. She looked up at him, her brown eyes pleading. He smiled down at her. Even with her standing on tiptoe, he was more than a head taller than she was. He could see the telltale marks that told him she’d been wearing nipple clamps recently. There were faint red marks across her breasts and belly and thighs, from something much narrower than the strap. She’d been put to very hard use. Up close, she looked to be in her mid to late twenties.
    He reached out slowly with one hand. When Carla said nothing to stop him, he ran his fingertips slowly and lightly up and down the captive’s flank, from hip to armpit and back again. She flinched at his touch at first, as if she was expecting a blow. Then she whimpered. Carla still said nothing, so he fondled her teats gently. They were soft and warm, but her nipples were hard. It couldn’t be due to cold. It was almost stiflingly warm in the room. The woman shivered violently and whimpered again. She drooled around the bit gag.
    “Have you seen enough, sir?” Carla asked from behind him.
    “Yes,” he smiled at the woman. That prompted another whimper and she tried to draw away from him. “Yes, quite enough.” He pinched a nipple lightly before stepping away.
Carla led him out of the room. He took one last look back, just in time to see one of the hooded men apply the vibrator to his captive’s vulnerable pussy. She started to moan immediately.
“Oh, my !” Carla almost giggled as she shut the door behind them. “You say your people skills are rusty, but you’re very, very good at what you do! I’m sure that poor woman thought you were going to fuck her right then and there. I almost thought it myself. And you’re very good at picking up on cues, I might add.”
    “Thank you, ma’am,” Ron grinned. “I assume that ‘that poor woman’ isn’t…what did you call them…a freshman?”
    “Definitely not,” Carla shook her head. “In fact, this is her third time here in four years. She’s savvy enough now to know exactly what she wants. And she likes it very, very rough indeed.”
“And the other woman?”
    “This is her second time here. She doesn’t like it quite as rough, but witnessing what happens to her cellmate will give her a vicarious thrill. No doubt she’s imagining how the strap would feel on her own body, how the vibrator will feel…she’s probably wondering about you, too.”
“You give me too much credit.”
    “I think you’re not as aware as you think you are about how women think.”
    “All right,” Ron conceded. “I’m sure that’s possible. I haven’t had to worry too much about how they think. Once I’ve gotten my hands on them, it’s all about how they respond. It’s more like training an animal.”
    “You take it all out of their hands,” Carla smiled, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him. “That can be a very liberating thing to a woman: No words, just pleasure and discipline. All she has to worry about is sexually pleasing the man or men she’s with.”
    “It does strip things down to their essentials.”
    “Come on,” Carla took his arm again. “I want to show you something else.”
    She led him through the door at the end of the hall, and then along a series of corridors, some long, some short. Inside, he quickly lost his sense of direction. Soon he was half convinced that the building had to be twice as big inside as it appeared to be from the outside.
    “Where are we going?” he asked at last.
    “We’re almost there,” Carla replied. “Right through those double doors up ahead.”
    “What’s in there?”
    “Sssh. You’ll see.”
    They entered an