The Old Man, as Steven called him, was less than pleased when he discovered that his prize moneymaker was gone. He almost chose to have Sandy tortured, but decided against it in the end, because the man was everything a loyal bodyguard and henchman should be. He knew immediately who had done this. "I want that bastard son of mine found. No matter where he's hiding, I want him back here, with Liandra. If she isn't still a virgin, God help him." The search for the kidnapper and his toy began.
Meanwhile, back at Larisa's house, the trio had gone through the vast house to a door at the back of the kitchen. It was locked, but the woman produced the key and they proceeded down the steep stairs. The playroom had seen plenty of action in its time. It was equipped with almost anything that could be used for sexual stimulation that one could imagine, and a few things most people couldn't or wouldn't want to. It was a large room, dimly lit at the moment, although the lights could be raised or lowered at will. There was a large stone fireplace at one end, not currently lit, as it was too warm, but waiting for colder weather. There were soft plush sofas and a few beds of different sizes, as well as three armoires filled with different types of clothing, and three chests of drawers containing toys and lubricants, as well as other types of lotions and creams. There were even a few pieces of equipment that were used for different sexual games or mild torture and bondage.
Steven and Larisa let Liandra look around the room for a few moments, as they watched her. They both wore almost identical smirks at the stunned expression on the lovely girl's face. After a few moments, Larisa said, "Alright Pet, it's time for us to have some fun. Come over here." She pulled the girl by the hand and led her over to what appeared to be a physicians table, only not as high, and slightly narrower. "Lie down," the woman commanded, and Liandra quickly complied, feeling flutters of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. Soon her wrists were bound above her head and fastened on a hook so that she could not move them, then Steven pushed her legs wide and bound her ankles at each end of the table. They then demonstrated to the startled young woman how the table could slide with her on it, to accommodate whatever way they might wish to play with her. Smiling, Steven handed a tube of the cream to Larisa, who reached inside the girl's blouse to apply it to her nipples and then into the opening of her jeans, where she liberally applied it to her engorged clit. She took her time rubbing it in, making their poor victim squirm and moan with each touch.
"Now, in order for that to soak in properly, you can watch us play with each other a bit, my girl." Steven turned to the luscious woman standing there beside him. With a quick cat-like movement, she was in his arms, rubbing her body against his and almost purring as she ground herself against him. "Mmmm....Larisa feels good, Liandra," he murmured huskily, cupping one of the plump breasts, and caressing it. "She'll feel good against your body too, soon enough." Larisa's hand was massaging his crotch, making his cock grow even more. He growled and pulled her even tighter against his body, dry-humping her. "I want you naked, Sweet Larisa. I want this little Slut to see what you look like bare." Larisa gave a sultry look toward the imprisoned girl, and moved away a bit, slowly slipping off her top, and then her pants, sliding her hands over her body as if she were very familiar with it, and fond of herself. Clothed, she was beautiful, but naked, Larisa was magnificent. Her breasts were round and firm with quarter-sized dusky areolas and even darker nipples, just perfect for sucking. Her mound was almost bare, except for a slight strip of fur for trim. She was toned and perfect. She ran her fingers slowly along her body, causing both sets of eyes to follow her movements.
