"Well, hi, honey," the woman said, coming up to Melinda and sliding her hand over her shoulders. "You came on to my husband, you know that? I'm Jacqueline, his wife."

"I'm sorry, sorry!" Melinda sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it, I wasn't trying to, you know, get him into bed! Just let me go, please! I won't tell anybody!"

"Oh, the fuck with that," Jacqueline said softly, sliding her fingers over the front of Melinda's blouse. "You came on to my husband. You promised to fuck him. You gotta fuck him, honey. And me. And Richard. You gotta be good to a man, honey, you gotta learn that."

"Oh no!" Melinda whispered. "Please, I hate – you know, I hate sex, please!"

"Honey," Jacqueline sighed, her young, thrusting tits pushing out at the front of her dress. "You gotta learn to please a man, you just gotta!"

She laughed mockingly and stroked the front of Melinda's blouse, her finger running over Melinda's luscious tits.

"Please, if it's money you want, I can…"

"Honey, we got enough money. What the fuck do I want with money? No, I want you, honey. You're beautiful. I wanna fuck you real bad, Hugh said I could." Jacqueline's fingers caressed Melinda's tits.

Melinda squirmed, twisting away in horror. "No, no, I won't! I don't care what you do, I won't!"

Then she screamed as she was grabbed from behind. The two men pulled her over to a rope that hung from the rafters. Melinda almost lost her mind, screaming and wailing, struggling for all she was worth as Richard held her arms and Hugh slipped thick leather bonds over her wrists.

"What are you doing! No, you can't, no!" Jacqueline pulled on the other end of the rope and Melinda's arms were hauled, up over her head until she almost hung from them, twisting on the rope, sobbing with terror.

"Please!" she wailed, but Jacqueline slid her hands over the front of her blouse again, reaching for her tits.