At the same time Kevin curled his fingers around her bottoms, hauling them down to her ankles, then tearing them to pieces and throwing them away. Candy was stripped naked, now vulnerable to their eyes, their fingers, their cocks!

Kevin picked up that band he'd been examining before and held it up before fastening it around her narrow waist, locking it with a small padlock just under the small of her back. Candy reached up with her fingers and touched the lock, shivering with excitement and fear. Only then was she aware that two chains dangled from the front of this wide band, nearly reaching her knees. Fastened to the ends of these chains was a black leather collar, decorated with a ring of bright metal studs.

"Oh no, not my neck!" she cried, her eyes widening as she saw Kevin grasp the collar and examine the tarnished buckle.

"Yeah, the neck. Gotta take care of a bitch… keep 'er in line. My old man used to say that about my old lady when he got her up in this outfit."

How terrible! No wonder Kevin was this way, brought up in this sea of sadism! And now Candy found herself floating in it!

She eyed the collar nervously, moving her head back. But she couldn't move! The chains, the cuffs, everything fastened her body to that spot on the floor.

"You wear the chains nice."

Kevin stood up in front of her, examining her lithe body, studying her full tits, her hard, red nipples, then pulled the collar up, careful to place the chains on either side of her pendulous tits. Candy squealed as he drew the chains tightly over her shoulder, the cold iron pressing hard against her warm flesh. The leather collar lay across the bottom of her throat.