"What? No," Erica cried as Willy and Shaun advanced on her. "Stop this, stop!"

Her purse fell to the floor as Shaun twisted her arm behind her back, holding her.

"Stop it!" she moaned.

"Oh, boy, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" Shaun whispered into Erica's ear.

"No, stop this, I'll report you for rape!" Erica screamed, struggling in his hands, her arm sore already from the brutal hold he had on her.

Meanwhile Willy grabbed Amy. He smiled into her soft, lovely face, his eyes alight with lust.

"You're gonna love this," he said.

"Stop, please!" Amy whispered, her body shaking in terror. "Don't do it!"

Willy just grinned and took a long length of rope from Rhoda as she came back from a closet. Grinning, he pushed Amy into one of the high backed chairs and lashed the rope to the top of it, then grabbed one of Amy's wrists before she could react.

Amy screamed and tried to pull away but her wrist was lashed to the chair back quickly, and Willy reached for her other hand, grabbing it, even though she struggled as hard as she could.

Willy took the rest of the rope and swung it around her body as she struggled and wept in the chair. Still grinning, he reached in and ran his hand over the front of Amy's lovely white summer dress.

"No early ropes," Rhoda said. "If you do this, you do it my way."

She took the end of the rope and swung it around Amy's body a few more times before lashing it to one of the chair legs.

"That should do," she said. "It doesn't have to hold for long."

She left the wailing, sobbing Amy where she was, her arms up and straining against the ropes that held her to the chair.

"Now, my little love," Rhoda said grimly to Erica as the cowering girl struggled in Shaun's grasp.

"I'll never speak to you again!" Erica screamed at him as she was turned to face the tall blonde.