"Over that," Rhoda said, pointing to a large, stuffed chair near the table.

Amy was terrified. She hung her head, trying to avoid what was going on. Almost the worst thing was Louis. He sat in his chair, staring at her and at Erica, his eyes bright. The front of his pants bulged with his massive cock, and he rubbed it occasionally, his body jerking with the throbbing of his cock.

"No, you can't, noooo!" Erica screamed as the boys rushed her to the chair and forced her face down over the padded back. "Stop it, stop!"

One of her shoes came off and bounced on the thick carpet. She wept as Shaun leaned on her back, holding her into the chair while Willy grabbed her ankle and pulled her legs open.

"You can't, no!" Erica gasped, trying to pull off the chair back. Her summer dress was up over her thighs, showing the tops of her stockings as she tossed helplessly.

Willy tied her foot to the chair leg, sliding the rope over a thick pad that went around her ankle. Then he went for her other foot.

"Stop it, stop!" Erica cried, struggling against Shaun's hand on her back. "You can't, ooohhh, God, no!"

She dropped, her face almost in the chair cushions as her other ankle was lashed securely to the chair leg and she hung over the back, her legs spread and her dress up over her thighs.

Willy took over leaning on her back and Shaun took hold of her hands, pulling them out as he slipped tight leather straps over her wrists.

"You horror!" Erica moaned. "Why are you doing this?"

"If I don't fuck you, I'm gonna go crazy," Shaun said. "I gotta have it, baby, I gotta."

"Not before we're married," Erica cried. "I'm a virgin."

"I should fucking well hope so," Shaun said. "If you weren't, I'd beat the shit out of you for leading me on."

Erica sobbed and pleaded with him as he tied her wrists to the front legs of the chair. He ignored her and stood back, gazing at his handiwork.