“Hmm. Not nearly enough. I want this mouth of yours filled.” He squinted, scanned beyond the rim of the light and focused on me. Byron nodded at Eleanor, then back at me. After a moment Eleanor let drop the rope and Byron wrenched Malina’s suddenly free arm behind her back. Malina cried out and Byron nodded again in my direction, impatient, but Eleanor just glared at him. Finally, with a huff, she stepped toward me.
Eleanor removed a thin, white cloth from my mouth and around my head. My gag. Then she pulled up my skirt, way above my hips. “I don’t like that bastard poaching on my slave. He’s going to owe me for this. Big time!”
From a small box on her belt Eleanor produced the pair of medical scissors. A couple of snips and my panties were gone. Then several more snips up and down my le
