Mathews looked down at the women sprawled on the floor. He took the keys from his belt and undid the cuffs holding them together at the wrists, and then drug Louise to the table roughly. As they were still fastened together at the ankles Violet was pulled along also. Mathews especially enjoyed the fact that Louise took the brunt of Violets instinctive attempts to kick at the pressure on her ankles.

He pulled Louise on top of the table, and fastened her wrists under it to an eye-bolt. this left her back arched over the edge of the table, and now she was trying to kick free, and thus giving back to Violet what she got earlier.

Mathews then grabbed the ankle chain between Violet's ankles and clipped it to the leg of the table.

He then released Louise's ankles and quickly fastened one to a table leg. When he reached for the other one she kicked him in the chin, causing him to fall back and bite his tongue.

Spitting the blood out he stood and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her head back and looked her in the eye.

"Bitch. That was a mistake."

As Louise looked into his eyes she forgot about the pain. the last time she had looked into eyes like that she thought she was going to die. She froze.

Mathews smiled as he saw the fear in her eyes. He let her hair go and quickly fastened the other ankle to the table. He then positioned Violet so that she could look up and see her protector's banana stuffed cunt.

Mathews then reached down to make sure Violets was awake. To be sure he popped a capsule of ammonia under her nose.

"I want you awake to see this. And you better watch, or it will be worse for her. Understand?"

He waited until she nodded in response, and reached up and starting fucking Louise with the banana.

At first all Louise could feel was the table cutting into her back, but she soon felt a new sensation at her pussy. Mathews was fucking her with the banana. She started to tear up from the humiliation.

“I wish you could see her face right now Violet. The tears running down it are so sexy.”

Violet flinched at his words. She had never seen Louise cry. She had talked about her childhood and how she had to sell her body to survive, but she had never cried.

“Mmmph!”

Mathews looked down at Violet. “Have something to say?”

She nodded quickly. He unwrapped the tape from her mouth and pulled out the g-string. Violet tried to talk but her mouth was to dry. Watching her Mathews saw the problem and smiled. He reached for the banana again and she suddenly found her voice.

“Stop.”

“Only two things going to get me to stop this sweet thing, you tell me what I want to know, or you figure out something to distract me.”