Suddenly Natalie collapsed, weeping against him, her body wracked with sobs. Her head spun and she had no idea what she was doing or why.

"Now, it's my turn, and you've been a real little bitch." Effortlessly he held her and grabbed her arms again. "I like that rope, we'll use it again."

"No!" Natalie walled, struggling in his merciless hands.

He took her wrists and held them in one of his hands while he wrapped the bonds around them again, tying her hands very tightly together. Then he slipped the hook through once more and nodded to Matt, who heaved the sobbing Natalie up again.

"You beast!" she sobbed, her body helpless with horror.

But there was more. Standing very close to her, he pushed her feet apart with his, forcing her legs open, until the tendons on the inside of her thighs ached with the strain.

"What are you doing?" Natalie screamed as she watched her stockings wrinkle in the straps being slipped around her ankles.

Lance still stood close as Cherie and Matt tied Natalie's ankles to two small ring bolts, in the kitchen floor.

"You beasts!" Natalie sobbed as she hung there, her arms and legs straining, with the pressure running all over her body.

When she was secure, Lance grinned and walked away into the next room.

"Ooooh, come on, Matt, stick it up me!" Cherie gasped, grabbing for him. "I wanna come while I watch."

"Shit!" he yelled. "You're fuckin' impossible. If you make me come before I tell you, whore, you know what to expect."

"Promise?" Cherie cooed, running her hand over the front of his jeans.

"Get on with it!" he snapped.

In a desperation of lust, Cherie dropped to her knees and undid his belt, then his zipper and pushed him back into one of the easy chairs. She leapt up, pulled his boots off with frantic haste, then his socks and jeans, revealing his thick hard cock – another monster, as far as Natalie could see.