"Let me go!" Cathy begged. "Uncle, let me go! Please, stop this, please!"

"Take your hand off and watch, or take the consequences." Conrad's steely eyes were on her. He waited.

"Please, Uncle, please!" Cathy sobbed. "I'll count to three. One."

"Please, don't!"

"Two."

"Just let me…"

"Three! Tie her up. Any way you like." Cathy screamed, struggling against Nolan's iron grip. "Let me go!"

She lashed out at him, her hand hitting him on the shoulder.

Nolan held her in one hand, while his other one swung back and smacked her right across her face, then back again until she was screaming and dizzy.

"Cut it out!" he snarled. "Stand still!" He pushed her upright, and Cathy stood dazed, rubbing her face.

"Hands down," he ordered and Cathy obeyed, bursting into floods of tears.

On the desk, Alisha was working up and down on Eric's cock. He groaned with rising lust, one hand working her ass and pussy, the other on her tits, playing with them, pinching her nipples until Alisha gurgled and moaned with passion.

But Cathy was only dimly aware of that. Nolan's steel-hard hands gripped the neck of her dress and heaved. The material gave way as he ripped it open, almost to the waist.

"Noooo, you beast!" she screamed.

Cathy went for him, pummeling his chest as he held her. He just grinned, picked her up in one movement and carried her a few feet. Then he dropped her and grabbed her wrists.

Cathy looked up.

She screamed.

She had no idea where the thing had come from, but Renata was leaning on it, grinning, and Cathy saw the tracks on the carpet, leading into the darkness beyond the section of wall that had just opened. The thing was a massive piece of apparatus, standing eight feet tall, with shining metal pipes at all angles and heights and straps attached at various intervals. It looked like a piece of gym equipment.