"Get… back!" Ed said, slapping her hard across the face, then taking her by the shoulders and shoving her down on the couch.

"Man, this little cunt's gonna be more trouble than she's worth," Brad said, trying to hold her flailing legs still. "Gotta rope this one… sorta like ropin' a steer. Come on."

Anna tried to slide off the couch when the two brothers began moving away. Ed came back and gripped her hard by the shoulders, shaking her so violently that her head snapped from side to side. She kept screaming, her knees buckling, her arms flopping from the violence of the motion.

"Stupid bitch! You don't know when you've had enough, huh?"

A hard slap across the face ended Anna's resistance. With a muffled groan she collapsed in a heap onto the sofa, her arms draped over her face.

Anna had no idea how much time had passed. When she managed to see through the fog again, she felt something harsh wrapping around her wrists. Rope! They were tying her up, binding her!

"Oh no!" she gasped.

Blinking her eyes and twisting her head around, Anna saw piles of rope at the foot of the sofa. Ed had one piece of quarter-inch line that he was wrapping around both her wrists. She snapped back to consciousness immediately, jerking both legs up and planting her feet squarely and hard against Ed's shoulders, nearly knocking him off balance.

"Uh! This little bitch doesn't deserve the couch," he said, knocking her feet away and tightening the ropes around her wrists.

"Yeah, the fuckin' workbench is good enough for this pig."

"No, don't… unhhhhh… don't…"

"I'll never come back here! I promise. I won't come back here again."

"You'll be back, you'll see. As much as you keep screamin' down the walls, slut, you'll be back for more of our cocks." Brad slipped one arm under her shoulders, lifting her from the sofa while Ed kept her ankles together.