Nathalie bound

The map room is still brightly lit by strategically placed lights all over the room. Before looking around, Adam sneaks quickly behind a leather chair and waits quietly for the door to shut. Then, carefully, he peers around the side of the chair.

Lady Chapman is still tied standing in the centre of the room. Her ball-gag remains firmly in place, but her blindfold has been removed and her eyes are wide. Adam can't help but admire her taut body once more, stretched teasingly from the ceiling. Then he notices her ass, which has been the subject of a hell of a caning and is criss-crossed with dark pink lines. And finally he notices the candle wax that has hardened on her small breasts and belly. Clearly she has been having a hell of a night.

Moving just into sight on the far side of the room is the swarthy man, now wearing nothing but a balaclava. Adam recognises him only by his extremely hairy chest. His cock is long and fat and swinging threateningly between his legs.

Finally there is poor Nathalie. Having lost her dress she is wearing only her small white panties. She is bent over the table at the far end of the room, her ass raised in the air in a very undignified manner, her arms tied in front of her to the table legs. Judging by the strap around her head, she too is ball-gagged.

All around the trio are video cameras, their green lights blinking in a sly understanding as they film the unfolding events.

The swarthy man is speaking.

"So, Lady Chapman. If you won't tell me the combination to the safe you leave me ****. Your tight little girl here will pay the price!"

One of his hands rests cheekily on Nathalie's ass-cheek, patting it. She kicks in her bonds but can't break free.

Adam's jaw drops. He realises, slowly, that Lady Chapman's evening of bondage is far from consensual. The swarthy man is clearly not her lover. He's a common rogue with a plan to humiliate her!

Lady Chapman mumbles into her gag, shaking her head.

"Last chance," the swarthy man says.

Lady Chapman looks defiant. With a shrug, the swarthy man yanks down Nathalie's white panties. Nathalie lets out a muffled, indignant cry as her ass and pussy lips are exposed. The swarthy man gives her bare ass a friendly slap.

"Are you really going to make me fuck your daughter's ass, Lady Chapman? Because I'll do it. I'll fucking love it. And I'll get a nice close up on her face whilst she takes it. She deserves it."

The swarthy man grins and picks up a bottle of lube. Nathalie is thrashing in her bondage but unable to protect herself, and Lady Chapman is watching in helpless frustration.

"Well? Lady Chapman?"

Adam realises that if anyone is going to save the day, it will need to be him.