"There," Kevin said, taking both ends of the collar and fastening them together. Candy inhaled sharply, feeling her chest tighten as the leather pressed lightly against her windpipe.

"Please, I can't breathe," she whispered, her eyes widening with horror as she felt the blond stud drape the chains over her shoulders, then pull them down, attaching both ends to the rear of the waist strap. She was bound hand and foot, helpless in front of these leering thieves.

"So your old man tied you and your old lady up like this?" Jack said, about to laugh. When he saw Kevin's face darken with anger the dark-haired young man changed his expression, turning away and deciding to enjoy Candy without further comment.

Candy tugged at the cuffs around her wrists, trying to work them loose. But it was impossible. Soon the area where the cuffs chaffed her flesh reddened. She gasped in another lungful of air as terror and that strange kind of excitement she'd felt earlier gripped her mind and body. Something was trickling down both thighs. It was cuntjuice!

"Come on, honey, walk a little," Kevin said, giving the neck chain a tug.

Candy cried out and staggered forward in a pitifully small step. The chain linking her ankles clanked while those draped at her neck and waist grew tight and became heavy with each forward step. Was it her imagination?

"You look good like that," Kevin said, licking his lips with excitement.

"They're horrible!" Candy burst out. "You don't have to chain me up like this!" She wrinkled her forehead, fighting down the terror gripping her throat.

"He kept you and your mother like this?" Ben asked, his eyes widening with surprise.

"And that ain't all," Kevin said, unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his belt loops. Candy staggered back from the young man, her eyes fastened on the buckled end of that garment. Instinctively she knew what he was going to do.