"Tell me how you want me to caress your tits." Jacqueline smiled, playing with the top of Melinda's blouse, opening the button.

"No!" Melinda screamed.

She kicked out at Jacqueline. But her tight skirt prevented her from getting much force in the blow and her foot grazed Jacqueline's knee.

"Oh I see," Jacqueline said, stepping back. "Better get her legs, darling."

The two men grabbed her ankles and spread them.

Melinda screamed in rising terror, for, as her legs were spread apart, her tight leather skirt was forced up her thighs, showing more of her legs. Leather bonds were slipped around her ankles, the free ends lashed to ring-bolts in the floor. Melinda looked down. Her skirt was up almost to her stocking tops.

Then she saw that Jacqueline was undressing. The men were behind her, so Melinda couldn't see how they reacted, but even in her terror she could see that Jacqueline had a great body, almost as good as hers.

The dress came off easily, revealing a pair of tits just a little smaller than Melinda's, a waist just as tight, and an ass that swelled just as deliciously.

Jacqueline paraded around in a little white camisole top and tights, white stockings and opened-toed white high heels.

"You like my outfit?"

"Let me go!" Melinda screamed.

"Oh no, honey," Jacqueline whispered. "You have to learn to behave and please men. That's what we're here for. You're gonna be so grateful to us when we've finished."

She came up and slid her hand under the stretched hem of Melinda's skirt, over the top of Melinda's thigh, moving closer to the tight crotch of her panties.

"No!" Melinda gasped, her face going white with horror.

Jacqueline's fingers slid over Melinda's panties, caressing the girl's pussy through the thin material.

Melinda wailed, tossing on the rope, her shoulder-length brunette hair flicking in the air. Her thighs shuddered.