Yes, but…

As Trisha's hands made contact with Yuki's skin, Lindy watched with an intensity that bordered on fascination. Trisha's fingers danced across Yuki's breasts, tweaking the nipples with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with Lindy's earlier roughness. Yuki's breath hitched, her body betraying her fear as a moan escaped her lips. But as the sensations intensified, Yuki's eyes darted towards the fence, and her heart sank. There, in the shadows, she could make out the outlines of faces—neighbors, their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding in the backyard. Panic surged through her, and without thinking, Yuki covered herself as best she could and bolted, her naked form darting across the lawn.

But before she could reach the safety of the house, Trisha's voice cut through the air, sharp and menacing. "You think you can just run away, Yuki?" Trisha sneered, her tone dripping with malice. Yuki froze, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to face her. "Do you remember our little secret?" Trisha continued, a sly smile spreading across her face. Yuki's blood ran cold. She just forgot the video of her masturbating in Trisha’s car.

"Come back. Now." Yuki felt a wave of despair wash over her, her body trembling as she realized the extent of Trisha's control. With a defeated sigh, she slowly walked back towards Trisha and Lindy, her head bowed in submission. Lindy's grip on her arm tightened, her touch cold and unyielding. "Good girl," Lindy murmured, her voice low and approving. “Tie her against that bar above”.

As Trisha’s hands secured the ropes around her wrists, Yuki felt the bar above her head dig into her palms, her body stretched taut, her toes barely grazing the ground. Her forms, naked and totally exposed, trembling under the weight of Trisha's gaze. Trisha stepped closer, her fingers tracing the curve of Yuki's belly, her touch light yet deliberate, a stark contrast to the roughness of the ropes binding her. Yuki's breath hitched as Trisha's hands climbed to her breasts, cupping them with a possessive gentleness, her thumbs circling the nipples until they hardened again under her touch. The neighbors, now more than just shadows, had stepped closer, their eyes filled with a mix of voyeuristic pleasure and silent judgment.

“Now, cum” Lindy ordered. Yuki first looked at the hands on her body, going down from her boobs to her pussy, and then noticed the neighbors and her cellphones recording every inch of her naked body.