Julius stood in the middle of the room and chuckles ran through the group.

"Now," he said, "we will show my aunt what happens to little bitches who disobey around here. I must point out to my aunt that Susie refusing to take her clothes off merely shows what a superb actress she is."

There was another chuckle at that and Susie swayed out onto the floor, sliding ha short black dress up her thighs, showing her stocking tops and the delicious curves of her legs. Her sensual, pouting mouth kissed out at the men as she posed, sliding one hand over her dress lop, easing the button at the top open.

"Now, Susie," Julius said, "take that dress off for us."

"Can't," said Susie, pouting harder and leaning forward, allowing the loose dress to fall away from her tits, showing the delicious curves and the little quarter-cup bra that thrust them up even farther than normal.

"If you refuse, you know what happens," Julius threatened.

"Fuck off!" Susie said, and slid close to Saul, working her leg up his thigh, her hand clutching the front of his pants and the enormous cock.

Julius walked over to a closet and flung it open. Corinne nearly passed out. Inside were racks of whips, chains, ropes, black leather clothing of the most disgusting type, and other torture instruments. Julius selected a thin wooden cane and came beck to the center of the room with it.

"Over the chair," he said to Susie.

Susie looked at the cane and gasped, her body shaking with horrible lust. "Fuck off!" she said again.

"Over the chair," Julius said.

Martin and Saul grabbed the blonde, carried her to the back of the large padded chair and flung her face down over it. Susie squealed and moaned, her legs kicking up, showing more of her thighs than ever, until the two men grabbed them and lashed her ankles to the legs of the chair. Martin grabbed her hair when they had finished and held her head down, close to the pillows of the chair seat.