Mirabelle struggled in growing disgust as she watched the terrible display of sadistic passion. But then William's hand was sliding up her calf and she screeched with terror.

"No, no, you can't do that!" she gasped. He grinned and ran his hand up her stockings to her knee, pushing her dress up over her thighs.

"No, please, no!" Mirabelle walled, but nothing stopped him.

Her legs were now exposed and William looked at her with a very appreciative gaze.

Then he took another set of bonds and slid them around Mirabelle's knees.

Mirabelle shrieked and struggled, but he pulled on the ropes hard, forcing her legs open until her thighs were spread wide, her knees lashed firmly to the legs of the chair. She shuddered – her hands were tied to the top of the chair, her knees were spread wide open and lashed tightly, and so were her ankles. She stared up at William as he leaned down and eased her dress up her thighs, inch by inch, enjoying the view that was being slowly revealed.

"Please, don't do that!" Mirabelle begged as her wonderful shapely thighs were spread out for him.

He pulled her dress to the tops of her stockings. He whistled with surprise and lust. "Wow! I gotta have some of that for later."

"No, please!" Mirabelle wailed, bursting into tears. "Please, don't do it! Please!"

"Shut the fuck up!" he gasped. "Watch that, you stuck-up bitch!" He pointed at the bed. "That'll be you if you fuck me around."

Mirabelle shuddered in absolute horror as Eileen screamed on the bed, the rod cutting into her ass. Her white panties were torn in several places and her ass was a mass of weals and thin lines of deep agony. But Eileen was screwing with lust, gasping, as she pushed her face into the covers of the large bed.