I closed my mouth before Miss Gonzales closed it for me. For someone who was supposed to be my submissive, she had a mean streak in her when she caught me gawping at a hogtied woman.

"You know," I said, trying to say anything to break the silence, "This is like the Gor story where the Ka-No people invade the territory of Te-Be, and leave a virgin sacrifice to the god of Hu-Cue."

"Fu-Cue," she replied.

"No, I'm sure it was Hu-Cue." Miss Gonzales was not a fan of the Gor stories. I wasn't either, to be honest, but they did give me plenty of ideas that I loved to inflict on her. There was the one time that I ordered her to strip, and then kept her in loose shackles all day while she did the housework and I watched the football. That's almost exactly like a scene from 'The Gor Identity'.

"Mind you," I added, crouching down next to the lady trussed up on the table, "I don't think this inspector lady is a virgin. I've never known a virgin that buzzed."

Miss Gonzales turned off the vibrator, and the invigilator stopped buzzing. "Poor thing," she said. "She must have fainted from cumming so much."

I frowned at both women - the concerned sweetheart that I adored, and the rather sexy young inspector. "Enlighten me. Which part of her cumming so much that she fainted makes her a 'poor thing'?"

"Well, for a start, she will be exhausted, her clit may be desensitised or over sensitised for a few days, she'll be dehydrated, and... Why are you smiling at me like that? You are NOT doing this to me, mister!"

"That depends," I said, trying to get some dominance in the tone of my voice. "If you're a good girl and behave yourself, I'd have no reason to hogtie you, put you in your cage, and tie this device on you, would I?"

Miss Gonzales performed an involuntary hop at the thought of being tied up this way. "No sir," she replied. She crossed her wrists in front of her, in what was probably meant to be something symbolic of Gor (I'm sure I read it in 'The Gor, The Bad and The Ugly'), but looked more like she was doing an impression of a chipmunk.

I told her to stand at ease, because we had bigger problems. "Turning to the virgin, we-"

"She's an inspector, not a virgin," interrupted Miss Gonzales.

"Oh right. What should we do with her? She could be dangerous. I reckon we should take her home and put her in the cage."

"Pfft," hissed Miss Gonzales. "You just want to look at her and prod her with sticks. I know you. Pervert."

"Slut. Tart."

"Cockbrain. FloppyMan, king of the floppies."

"Wet-cunted trollop."

“Purple-veined purple brain.”

"God,” I panted, “I could fuck you right now on the table."

"Not if I get there first," she purred, but then stopped herself. We had to snap ourselves out of our lust-frenzy a second time. There was an unconscious woman that we should take care of. "I'll wake her up."

Miss Gonzales crouched next to the inspector, and gently spoke into her ear. "Excuse me," she said, uncertain of how to talk to her. "Are you ok? I mean, are you as ok as you could be after having had a vibe in your... well, you know. I hope you're ok, you're so pretty, I don't know how the headmaster could have left you like th-WHAT THE HELL?"

The inspector woke up, and Miss Gonzales started to swear at me, both because I had run some cold water into a bowl, then thrown it over them. Miss Gonzales wondered, in her tempestuous way, why in the name of Gor did I have to soak her, and I could only reply that it was for the same reason that a mountaineer climbs a mountain. "Because you were there."

"Where a-am I?" asked the Inspector.