He smiled, and his cold eyes went bright with lust.

"He's lying," Rose said, strolling up beside Gillian. "He loves it when you fight and have to be disciplined." She smiled and leaned in closer, the waft of her perfume making Gillian's head swim. "And so do I; I love disciplining girls, love it!"

She smiled even more brightly, and Gillian screamed.

For in Rose's hand was a whip, a curling, single-tailed whip. It seemed even more menacing, now that Rose wore white leather gloves that vanished into the sleeves of her leather dress.

"So, take your dress off," Rose said. "It's your last chance."

"No!" Gillian screamed, losing her grip on herself. She tried to run, but Dean had her arms at once and twisted her around, forcing her toward the table. "No, please, no!"

Gillian wept, trying to escape his grip, but it was like iron and before she knew it, she was pushed face down on the tabletop. It was highly polished and so strong that it didn't shake at all, as she struggled. Dean had hold of her arm and pressed her down with it, twisted up into the small of her back.

"Please, no, let me go home!" Gillian wept. Then she screamed, because somebody had grabbed one of her ankles.

"You want Joe to fire you?" Dean laughed.

"Please, no, let me go!" Gillian wailed, as a metal manacle was clicked shut around her ankle. "Let me go!"

Alda was pulling on the chain; wrapping it around one of the stout table legs, stretching Gillian's ankle out.

"Help, please, help!" Gillian screeched, but the chain was wrapped around the thick wooden support and Alda walked around it, holding another chain and manacle on the end of it.

Gillian's screams rang around the room, but it was useless.