"What are you going to do?" she sobbed. "Oh no! No!"

But already the leather straps were going around her wrists, and Nolan tightened them with one pull of his hands. He reached for the rope that led from the straps, over a pulley on the highest bar and back down. With a casual heave, he pulled and the rope swung up, taking Cathy's hands with it.

"Aaahhh! Help!" Cathy screamed as she was pulled up by her bound wrists, hanging from the straps, her feet only just touching the soft carpet. "No, you can't – no!"

Nolan tied off the rope and took the belt from around her waist. Then he reached for her torn dress and held the two sides as tie grinned at the helpless girl.

"You just wait," he growled, "you'll see exactly what we can do. And to a nice girl like you. Oh, it's criminal, that's what I think."

With another huge grin on his handsome, square face, he pulled. Cathy's dress ripped right to the hem.

"Ohhh, God! Save me!" Cathy screamed.

Nolan slapped her across the face again. "You'll have plenty of reason to scream later, so knock it off?"

His huge hand ripped at the shoulders of her dress, tearing it until it came away and Cathy hung on the rope with only her little slip covering the waist-cincher and her bra and panties.

The slip was already pulled up by her stretched arms almost to her ass, showing lots of her creamy white thighs. She twisted desperately on the rape, but there was no escape.

Then she saw what Nolan had picked up and almost fainted. It was a riding crop, the thin, leather-covered length trembling with menace.

He came up close and whispered in her ear: "Now watch Alisha suck Eric off, cunt. You get one stroke for any crying, any pleading, any fucking around at all. Got that?"

"Please, please!" Cathy begged. Her eyes bulged out as she saw him raise the riding crop. "Noooo, I – aagghhhh! Ohhh God!"