"Well fuck!" Alisha leaned over Eric. "I'll get another agent!"

"We had an agreement," Eric snarled. "I get you a speaking part, I get to have you anyway I want, as often as I want, as ions as you've got it."

"Tough nuts," Alisha said, getting off the desk. "I ain't giving you nothin'."

"Oh yeah?" Eric grabbed Alisha's wrist, twisting her around and slamming her facedown over the desk.

Alisha gave a gasp of excitement before she realized she was supposed to be acting.

"Let me go!" she screamed, twisting under his hand. "You can't do this to me!"

"Wanna bet?" Eric pulled out a length of rope from his desk.

"You see," Conrad said as his hand moved off Cathy's tits and down over the tight waist cincher. "Lots of agents have rope and leather straps in their office, just for bitches who play us false. Wise, don't you think?"

Cathy gasped and moaned.

Conrad slid his hand up and took one of her nipples.

"Wise, don't you think?" He began rolling the tight nipple bud between his finger and thumb. He increased the pressure slowly.

"Aaahh, yes, Uncle! Yes, it's wise!" Cathy sobbed, staring down at her tit that was being twisted and pulled around.

"You must learn to answer faster," Conrad went on softly, twisting her nipple harder, sending arrows of pain through Cathy's body.

"Aaahhh, yes! Uncle, yes!" Cathy wept, her legs shaking with fear and pain.

"Tell me what's going on at the desk," Conrad said, keeping his grip on Cathy's throbbing nipple.

"He's… he's tying her up," Cathy moaned.

"Go on, tell me in detail." Conrad took hold of her other nipple and began twisting that too.

"Aaahhh – ohhh God!" Cathy sobbed. "He's tying her ankle to the leg of the desk and the other one, he's lashing that. Her legs are open wide and now he's going round to her head and…"

"Why do you think her legs are fled open?" Conrad interrupted.