"You got it," he said.

"Can I do it to her, everytime she gets your cock?" Yvette moaned, rasping her fingernails over his chest. [missing text] of the chair. He pulled the rope free and told Yvette to undo Lola's undies.

Lola screamed into the gag as Flint hauled her up until her arms were free.

Then he set her down on her feet and gripped her hair. "Walk up the stairs, bitch, I'll get real pissed if I have to carry you."

Lola was out of her mind with a fear and rage. He gripped her and pulled her to him, staring into her eyes as she breathed heavily.

"Last chance, bitch. Walk upstairs, or I'll whip the shit outa your ass before we even start!"

Lola knew he was just bluffing. She jerked her arm away, turning to run for the door.

He grabbed her before she'd taken one step. He threw her over his shoulder.

Lola struggled all the way up the stairs, pounding at his back with her handcuffed hands, but it didn't help. He ignored her, grunting once as she caught him solidly in the middle of the back. She looked up and saw Yvette coming up behind them, carrying the ropes that made Lola's stomach heave.

Flint carried her to her bedroom.

"Now, you nasty bitch!" Flint snapped, throwing Lola face-down on her bed.

She tried to jerk up, but Flint pinned her down. He straddled her, his full weight on her back as he leaned down and unzipped the handcuffs.

There wasn't any relief for Lola and, what was worse, she could see it all in the mirror. Flint was grinning, lashing the ropes around her wrists. She could feel his enormous hard cock pressing into her back. That made her feel sick, but soon she was gasping even harder as Yvette pulled one of the ropes out and wound it around the top post of the bed, pulling her arm out until it was pulled tight. Soon both of Lola's arms were pulled to the limit, stretched out toward the two posts at the head of the bed.