She felt the silky rub of her briefs over her knees, thighs, and ankles. She pressed down hard with her ass, twisting her legs around, pushing at the big man, anything to preserve her dignity. It was impossible. He stripped her naked quickly, throwing her clothes to the corner.

Tina had never felt so awfully mortified before in her life! She crossed her arms to protea her tits and curt from his eyes, her face reddening with embarrassment. The splintery wood of the bench tickled her shitter and asscheeks, but she stayed quiet, wondering what else the madman was going to do to her!

Bart grabbed her ankles first, twisting her legs up and spreading them wide apart. He tugged her forward, her ass scraping along the cutting splinters and making Tina cry out in pain. She brought her hands down to the tap of the bench, bracing her fingers against the sides. He dropped one of feet and took the other in both hands, wrapping one of the straps hanging from the wall around it.

Tina screamed, twisting her body, kicking at Bart with her free leg. It was futile. He grabbed it, twisting the ankle around sharply until a shock of pain raced up her thigh and into her cunt. She thought he'd broken her ankle.

Flattening herself on the stool, Tina let out a whimper, afraid to move as Bart slipped the remaining strap around her left ankle and buckled it tightly. She trembled, closing her eyes, curling her fingers and scraping the nails nervously against the legs of the stool. Her ass is hung over the edge, while her shoulders pressed painfully against the wooden top.

Tina felt her spread legs pulling her cuntlips apart, revealing the moist pink flesh of her pussy for anyone to see. Bart saw it as he finished cinching the straps tightly around her ankles. He stopped, moving forward between her spread legs and bringing one hand down.

Tina winced, feeling a finger brushing along her inner thighs. She remembered how it had felt in that dark alley when he'd touched her curt and tits while wrestling her to the ground. At least then she had had some time and energy to fight him. But now now she had her legs strung up, the black leather thongs biting into her ankle flesh, her back flat against the bench.