Tries to get into a better position

The swarthy man squirts the lube between Nathalie's ass cheeks, and then slides in a sly finger to ensure her hole is suitably coated. As his finger rubs against her helpless sphincter, she twists violently in her bonds but remains firmly bent over the table and ****.

"You feel so tight," the swarthy man says in an audible whisper. "I used to watch you swanning around this place like a little fucking princess and I always wondered how tight your cute ass was. Soon I'll know."

Lady Chapman kicks out furiously, but the swarthy man is well out of range. He turns and faces her, his big cock jutting out like a blunt club. He shakes it at her, grinning under his balaclava.

"It's your choice, Lady Chapman. I know you have something valuable in that safe. It's all they used to talk about in the servants' quarters! How rich you are! Filthy fucking rich I heard. Now tell me the code or you watch your daughter get the fucking of her privileged little life. Your choice!"

The swarthy man is fully focussed on the lady of the house, who is hanging from her wrists and trying to look defiant. Adam takes the opportunity to duck closer, hiding behind furniture. The cane marks on poor Lady Chapman's ass look even redder up close.

Adam notices a box lying behind the leather sofa near Nathalie. Sex toys and gags of many shapes and colours. The swarthy man had clearly come prepared.

He stops and waits for another opportunity to move closer.

"I can't believe you're still looking down at me like that!" The swarthy man is ranting. "Look at you, strung up like a whore and still looking down at me!" He spits. "Just the way you used to look down on me when I was your gardener, eh? Trimming your trees and bushes?" He leers. "Well how would you like me to trim your bush one last time, bitch, get you as nice and trim as your daughter? Look how neat she keeps herself!"

Lady Chapman blushes. Her curses are muffled by the gag.

The swarthy man grabs Nathalie's panties, strides over to Lady Chapman and pushes them roughly in her face. "Are you really going to make me fuck your daughter? Really?" Lady Chapman makes disgusted noises into her gag and tries to turn her head away, but the swarthy man keeps the panties firmly pressed into her face.

Adam moves closer to Nathalie. He can see the globules of gooey lube dripping slowly from between her cheeks into a small puddle between her feet. There is a video camera aimed directly at her face and another behind her and slightly to the side aimed at her ass. She has been well prepared for what comes next.

The swarthy man gives up in disgust and throws Nathalie's panties to the side of the room. "Very well, you asked for it! Your daughter's about to become an internet star." So saying, he strides up behind Nathalie and starts rubbing his cock between her wet ass cheeks, slowly lubing his cock ready for thrusting. He smiles, clearly enjoying Nathalie's frantic cries and thrashing, her helpless resistance to her impending shame.