Go upstairs.

You leave the oubliette and walk down the tunnel. You climb up an old steel ladder that leads up into your pleasure house. Entering the premises your eyes pierce the opiate gloom; roaming the sultry and curvaceous table top dancers, probing the dark alcoves where well oiled women lounged in naked indolence, flickering upon the lamp lit balconies where sveltely lambent limbs curled and twisted in throes of passion. Finally your eyes settle on Khali the dancer, your current favorite.

Khali is a beautiful natural **** and a talented lash mistress whom you acquired some time ago. You understand that she had a past relationship with Yohsl, but have never been able to determine precisely what this was. She has an arrogance about her gaze. She lazily dexes on the central stage, her pendulous breasts and supple loins encased in twists of sheer silken film. She moves with hedonistic grace, gyrating to the music, her diaphanous clothing swirling about her, her lithe body concealed beneath - alluring and desirable. The girl crouches low, her supple hips swaying enticingly, a secretly seductive smile on her lips.

You motion her to come to you. "I need your help with something."

"The new girl in the dungeon?" Khali asks with interest.

You hide your irritation at her lack of tact in public. Yohsl's capture was meant to be a secret, but Khali had already prepared the serum girl. "Yes," you say as you lead her. You climb down the ladder then look up to admire Khali as she follows. You doubt you will tire of this girls charms soon.

When you return you note that Yohsl's pussy lips are wet and puckered and she quivers with yearning. Khali enters the oubliette and walks slowly around the tied Yohsl. Her brow raises. "Passion nectar?" she asks.

You nod.

"You've been very secretive about this one," she notes, "who was she?"

"Yohsl," you state.

Khali let out a whistle and walked up to Yohsl. "How the mighty have fallen," Khali noted. The lash mistress licked a finger slowly and placed it casually near Yohsl's nether regions. Her lips twitch in a smile. "Yohsl, do you remember me?"

Yohsl looked back at Khali's face then at her hand and then nodded. "Yes. I-"

"Do you remember how you once took me?" Khali asked. There was something cruel in her tone.

"I - um -" Yohsl began.

"Let me remind you," Khali said as she slid her finger deftly into Yohsl. The serum girl moaned as Khali gently probed her sensitive folds then indolently pushed back and forth. Yohsl's closed her eyes and she tensed for moment, unsure what to do. She let out a ragged breath and swallowed as Khali continued. "You were thick and hard and strong," Khali said.

"Yes," Yohsl purred as she started to gently rock in rhythm with Khali's slowly thrusting fingers.

"It felt good, didn't it" Khali asked with relish.

"Yes," Yohsl purred.

"It feels so good, doesn't it," Khali asked.

"Yes," Yohsl agreed without conscious thought.

Khali chuckled merrily as she withdrew her finger. It was slick with Yohsl's juices. "Lick this clean," she stated in a very matter of fact tone. Yohsl looked with confusion at the fingers thrust in her face. Khali traced the wet fingers about Yohsl's lips then down her chin and throat to her breasts. She playfully tweaked one of Yohsl's erect nipples then licked her fingers clean with feline economy.

Khali smiled sardonically as she looked you in the eye, placed her arms on your shoulders and kissed you. "You give me the most wonderful presents," Khali stated. Khali's perfume and the salty taste of Yohsl's sex lingers on your lips after the kiss. "Did you want to watch or are you happy to let me have my fun alone with her."

"I'll leave you alone with her," you say.