Foreword

"Never!" Sandra's eyes flashed with anger. Her voice was an angry rasp.

"You really haven't any choice," smiled Val.

There was a cruel gleam in his eyes as he stepped toward her.

"Get away from me, you bastard," she hissed.

He laughed and grabbed her arm. She tried to pull herself away, but his grip overpowered her.

Betsy stepped up to her. Val pinned Sandra's arms to her sides. Betsy seized the front of Sandra's blouse and ripped it off.

"How dare you!" cried Sandra.

"Oh, we'll buy you a new one, dear," smiled Betsy. She ripped apart Sandra's slacks. .

Val reached down and tore her panties away from her waist. The fabric stung her tender flesh as it ripped.

"You're hurting me, damn you!" shouted Sandra. "I demand that you-"

Val interrupted her by dragging her roughly across the room. Betsy came over with a length of coarse rope and quickly wrapped it around Sandra's naked form.

She pulled the ends of the rope tightly, and Sandra squealed as its rough fabric bit into her skin.

Val stepped away from her, smiling cruelly. "You'll learn to obey us, Sandra. Don't you worry."

Sandra spat right into his face. She stared at him with hate-filled eyes. He dragged her down to the floor. Sandra flailed the air with her bare legs.

"I think she needs a good lesson right now," said Val.

Betsy nodded and dashed out of the room. She returned minutes later carrying a long, thin, black leather whip.

Sandra opened her eyes wide with horror. "Get away from me with that thing," she said, a note of fear in her voice.

The rope was tightly coiled around her body. One end trailed off her flesh onto the floor. Val seized it and pulled her roughly to her feet.

"Leave me alone," wailed Sandra. "Get me out of here right now!"

Val answered her with a grin. He pulled her over to a stone wall and tied the end of the rope to a metal ring embedded in the wall's concrete surface.

Betsy stepped forward, the handle of the whip clutched tightly in her hand.

"No, please," cried Sandra.

"You have to learn to obey us," said Betsy.

She stepped back and raised her whip hand, drawing her arm behind her.

"No!" shouted Sandra again.

"Wait," said Val.

He stepped up to her quickly and produced two small metal clamps that he had been hiding in his powerful fist. He quickly screwed each of the clamps onto Sandra's long, bare nipples.

She began to cry and whimper with pain. Betsy raised her whip arm. "Stop this," cried Sandra. She screamed in pain as the whip bit her flesh.