Brad isn't taking orders.

Ignoring Becca's comment, the man pulled a length of rope and a medium-sized phallic vibrator from his bag.

Sabrina looked up at him helplessly, a mix of fright and anticipation on her face. She was so outside of her element she didn't even know what to feel. Brad was the kind of aggressive man she tended to shy away from. They'd flatter her with attention and when they tried to move things further she'd always shut them down out of nerves.

Now, however, refusal wasn't really an option.

He put a hand to the crotch of her teal panties and she was embarrassed that he found it damp. With a grin, he very unceremoniously pulled the crotch aside and slipped the gently-buzzing object all the way inside her. She gasped at the sudden penetration, but quickly decided it wasn't entirely unwelcome and let out a soft sigh.

Becca wasn't thrilled that her ex-man didn't seem to be under her control. "Hey! Knock that off. What are you doing?"

He had wrapped the rope around his captive's slim waist and was knotting up a crotch-rope for added stimulation, drawing it down between her thighs and back up her back, the rope nestling comfortably between her ample ass cheeks.

"Relax, Becca, I'm not hurting her. Look, she's enjoying it."

She did look, and realized he was mostly right. Sabrina seemed to be conflicted, wanting to break free and escape the situation, but also to be enjoying her situation.

Brad took the opportunity to draw the crotch-rope tight and secure it, earning another gasp from Sabrina.

He then grabbed another two lengths of rope and quickly lashed each thigh to its own ankle, leaving her kneeling in a frog-tie.

Sabrina was completely and totally helpless. That thought was cemented in her mind as Brad picked up a pair of nipple clamps and applied them to her already-sensitive flesh. She cried out into her gag and squirmed uselessly, which only swung the clamps and made it worse.

"There you go, ya little slut. Don't have too much fun." He laughed and stood up, leaving the bound girl to deal with the various sensations attacking her body.

Becca was conflicted between watching her friend get dominated and standing up for her. There was something undeniably appealing about the way he reduced her very lively friend to a moaning, whimpering rope bunny in a matter of minutes.