Hawk sets her straight

Whimpering needily as Hawk arrived and did nothing to relieve her, Valerie shook her ass invitingly. Only to scream when he gave both ass cheeks really hard slaps.

"Use your brain, Bimbo!" he hissed. "And shut up! We are on a mission! Do you care nothing about your Iris?"

Almost dying in shame, Valerie moved a bit forward to help opening the door, only to freeze when he grabbed her mane, pulling her a back just enough to whisper into her ear, his hot breath driving her crazy.

"The job comes first, you stupid cow. Then we can worry about what I want, and if you do that well enough, I may care about your needs. Am I clear?"

Mortified and aroused by the callous dismissal of her desires as well as by how much she had debased herself for him, she nodded meekly.

"Good girl." Hawk said, letting her mane go and slapping her ass. "Now get moving!"

He went on to **** open the door as if nothing had happened.

Together, they stepped through the elevator door into a large open space, almost the size of the entire building. It looked like a prison, of sorts. Many small cells lined the area, stretching into the distance. Each cell was a single room, separated from the others. Each cell had just one opening - a metal door with a glass window. It was a surreal view - a grid of identical concrete cubes sticking out of the floor, evenly spaced out from one another.

Quietly, they moved next to one of the cells, mainly to be out of sight of the main entrance. As Valerie pressed her naked body against the cell wall, she felt curiosity grow within her.

Suddenly, she felt something else. Smiling, Hawk hooked a finger into her collar, whispering into her ear. "Reminds me of my basement."

That comment, combined with the mere fact that a place like this existed in a large building downtown was hard to believe - she couldn't imagine what kind of prisoners were being held here. She quietly opened the window shutter on the door, and peeked inside.

She let out a shocked gasp at what she saw.