LAdy Catherine Montrose<br/><br/>Catherine turned her head away as the mans filthy hands crawled over her gown and with a ripping jerk tore the material to expose her breasts and small erect nipples. With a gasp she struggled weakly against him, unable to speak, her metal restraints biting into her wrists. A tickle of blood ran down her arm, but she felt only shame.<br/><br/>Even the mans insults failed to land on her normally volatile temper. She cried out as his nails dug into her tender nipples. A tear formed in her eye and ran down her cheek, but she remained aloof. "There is no treasure, or at least none that I know of," she said calmly, her firm breasts standing proud with her.<br/><br/>She stood waiting, unable to resist no matter what he decided and the tension in her body fell away at the realisation that there was absolutely nothing she could do.<br/><br/>