"Help!" Donna screamed as she was tied up, her lovely huge tits thrusting out, straining against the front of her blouse.

"Shut up!" Clark snapped, appearing between the pillars. He had two thick gags in his hands. "I hate listening to bitches scream when they ain't getting hurt. So shut the fuck up, or get these."

"Donna, be… be quiet," Imogene said desperately.

Clark stared at them for a few moments and then left.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, and spotlights came up on the far side of the room.

Imogene screamed.

Lana and Scarlette came onto the stage, grinning wildly, dressed in little, and fantasy schoolgirl costumes. Low-cut, tight white blouses, little blue skirts that came high on their thighs, white bobby soxes and white high-heeled shoes. They were made up and their hair done to look really cheap and sluttish. They paraded around the stage, and cheers and whistles burst over the room. They went closer to the men sitting around, sliding their little skirts up, and showing the delightful curves of their thighs, the white crotches of their panties and their tight little asses.

Lana turned her back to the men and eased her skirt up over her ass, showing them her tight asscheeks. She slid her hand into her panda and caressed her pussy, grinning even more as the men cheered and gasped.

Imogene gasped. She was sick with horror and fear. She looked across at Donna.

Donna was suffering even more than she was. Tears ran down her face as she stared at her sexy little daughter, who was sliding close to one of the men, then sitting in his lap, giggling, slapping his hand away as he worked it up her thigh.