Tia Maria raised her head, craning it up off the table as far as she could. Her mouth was working, but nothing came out but a faint whispering. Her eyes were desperate.

Eagerly, her hand still on the other trannie's cock, Sabrina leaned forward to hear what her pretty prisoner had to say...then reeled back, cursing and wiping a glob of spittle from her eye.

"Puta bitch!" Tia Maria hissed. "That'll show you! I'll never tell you shit! You take your handjob and go to hell, you fucking dyke!" The Venezuelan's throaty voice cracked from sheer hatred.

It took all Sabrina's hard-won willpower to restrain herself from twisting the bitch's cock off at the root. Instead she shut her mouth, focusing all her rage into an icy silence.

"Number Three, I think," she told Ai. The ladyboys squealed and clapped their hands, hopping on their toes so their balls bounced. Their command of English was sketchy, but all of them had worked in Phaedra's House long enough to know what Number Three meant.

"What?" Tia Maria demanded, narrowing her eyes. "What is it?" She didn't want to give Sabrina the satisfaction of asking, but despite her show of bravado, she was frightened and exhausted and hurting. She knew that whatever got the ladyboys so excited could mean agony for her.

Sabrina didn't answer. Instead, she stood back, arms folded and mouth set in a cold, unsettling smile as the khatoey went about their work. One ran lightly to the chamber's far wall, where she pressed a button in the wall that set two chains groaning and swinging as they descended from pulleys to just above Tia Maria's trapped bare feet. The chains ended in steel shackles, which two of the ladyboys fastened to the tall prisoner's ankles while another released the cuffs that had held her feet to the table. Tia Maria snarled and tried to kick the smaller girls away, but the one with the handheld electrical device soon convinced her to lie quietly. Another push of the button set the chains rising again, pulling Tia Maria's trapped feet upward until her round ass was swinging a full two inches above the padded table.

"Now then," Sabrina said, stepping forward and glaring at Tia Maria. The chains held the other's legs spread wide; from this vantage point Sabrina had a glorious view of Tia Maria's ample charms; not just her still rigid cock and swollen, electrode-studded balls, but her tight, eminently fuckable sphincter as well. If she felt like it, she could have the chains lowered just a bit, pull off her mini, untuck her own cock, and ream this vicious cunt into next Tuesday. The knowledge should have made her horny, but it brought barely more than a tingle to her tightly folded girlmeat.

"You want to know what Number Three is? We'll show you, how will that be?" She was trying for the kind of chilly irony a villain in a spy movie might employ, but she could feel herself trembling with outrage. Even though she plainly had the upper hand, she couldn't quite get past the anger. She kept feeling the sudden splatter of saliva, kept feeling the other trannie's rage and scorn for her sizzling in the air between them. That was bad, she knew; a torturer who allowed mouthy prisoners to get to her would sooner or later make mistakes-almost certainly fatal ones. It wasn't as though she were some flakey kinkster fresh from the bondage clubs; she was a seasoned professional, one who had spent years yearning her craft. Had the pressures of working for Phaedra so thoroughly affected her abilities?

It may be time for a little vacation, she thought. I'll have to speak to her royal highness about it, once we make our little Venezuelan canary sing her song.

But for now she had work to do.

"It's quite funny, really," she went on, reaching again for Tia Maria's cock. The tall she-male hissed like an angry cat, wriggling her hips and legs in a futile bid for freedom.

"It's actually kind of dirty," Sabrina said, trying for a girlish smirk but producing only a kind of irritable grimace. "You know, Number One comes out here..." She tapped the tiny piss-hole in Tia Maria's fat pink cockhead with one long-nailed finger, then let the tip of the nail trace a wavering line down the brunette's thick shaft, between her bulging testicles and finally down to the puckered mass of her asshole.

"Number Two..." Sabrina narrowed her eyes as she tickled the squirming trannie's brown eye. "Well. You know where that comes out. And you don't have any more holes...at least none that I can see. So if nothing else can come out, then something has to go in..."