Both vacation girls had lost their shorts and Kiara lay stretched out on a dining table in her pink leotard, wrists and ankles linked by rope to the table-legs; below her, Vanna sat on the floor under the control of a lotus-tie. The skull-masked menace was nowhere to be seen, so his tape-gagged captives strained desperately against the bonds he'd applied. Their hearts sank when they saw the awful mask once again, then his motive in arranging Kiara on the table became clear when his skeletal fingers vibrated against her slender bare soles. While Vanna watched, unable to aid her friend, the t... Show more