Cassandra.

"...You." You proclaim, pointing to Cassandra. Her eyes widen, and she begins thrashing in her bonds once again, but her efforts are in vain.

You step away for a moment, pulling one of the old banquet tables from its usual resting place at the side of the room to the center.

That done, you return to Cassandra, grabbing hold of the rope that binds her arms and legs together, and hoisting her by it.

She thrashes and curses, doubtless furious at you flaunting your strength at her, but you ignore her.

You plop her down on the table, and move around behind her to get at her pussy.

It is dry as a bone, but you can fix that.

your fingers swiftly find her clitoris, and you begin to rub it, softly at first, but growing more rough by the minute.

She struggles once more, but soon her muffled curses turn into muffled moans.

After only a few minutes of this, her pussy is soaking wet, and ready for you.

You line yourself up, your head pushing against her lips. She thrashes in protest, but it seems half-hearted.

You grin viciously, and thrust in.