Chapter Twelve
“Move.” Ron tugged on The Female’s leash. She resisted, so he tugged harder, and she obeyed, crawling on all fours after him. There was a thin carpet covering the concrete floor, but it didn’t provide much padding for tender flesh. She moved slowly, careful of her knees. All she wore was her black leather collar and matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles. It was a large room, over twenty feet on a side. Two other men were in the room, leading two other naked women around on leashes. A burly, hairy, bearded, tattooed character that looked like he belonged in a biker gang was training a plump brunette in her mid-twenties. The other man was short, stocky and bald. He was working the slender Eurasian woman who was The Female’s neighbor. She really didn’t seem to know any Engli
