Still dressed in her underwear and boots, Jackie sat astride an uncomfortable, black painted wooden chair that took center stage beneath the lights. The back was designed in a T shape that gave little support.

David crouched before her as she spread her legs and slid forward on the polished seat, giving him a mouthwatering view of her crotch. Her tight panties hugged the shape of her cunt and the dark shadow of her pubic bush was discernible through the thin sheath of lace.

"Slide back on the seat," he told her. "I know it's not very comfortable, but I'd like a few shots of your ass."

He took up position behind her. The camera clicked and flashed.

"Just another couple of shots, then we're done with this part," he promised. "Let's see. How about you pretend you're handcuffed to the chair? Just put your hands behind your back and let your head slump forward."

Jackie adopted the pose. Cold metal touched her right wrist and she heard a click. In the second it took her to realize what was happening, David had grabbed her left arm and snapped the cuff over her wrist.

She screamed and tried to break free. Only then did she realize that the chair was bolted to the floor.

The flash of the camera temporarily blinded her. She screamed again and David snapped snapped another picture.

"Now you really are a damsel in distress," he sneered. "Scream all you want. Nobody can hear you but me. This room is soundproofed."

"Why are you doing this?" Jackie demanded. "I told you ..."

"I know what you told me. But we're playing by my rules now. And my rules are - I can do whatever I want with you."