Pretty little Lisa Baron was terror-stricken. She was tied to a chair,
her wrists behind her back, bound with a length of chain, her shoulders
pulled back painfully. Her little blue panties were balled up and stuffed
in her mouth, held in place by a length of leather strap that hurt her
cheeks and the back of her head. Her bright blue eyes, wet with tears,
bulged in her head as she stared in horror at what was happening to her
mother. Her eyes ached as they darted about the dimly lit room.