"Just going to get you on your feet." Dan dug through the pile of gear. He picked up two shackles, large links of steel chain with leather lined cuffs at one end.
"Jesus Christ!" Bob stand at the manacles as the man came around and stood behind him. "You are really crazy."
"Just relax, Bob." Dan clamped one manacle to a wrist, leaving the long chain dragging on the floor. He clamped the other manacle to Bob's right wrist and picked up the chains.
With the chains in one hand, Dan climbed to the back of the bench and reached up. Above him dangled a potted ivy and he hauled it down, running the decorative rope through from the pulley set in an upright beam. He unhooked the plant, handed it to Janet and secured the chains to the hanging hook, making sure they were both securely held.
"What the fuck?" Bob looked up, his hands close together above his head.
Dan turned and unlaced the rope to the pulley from its bracket on the wall. He tugged firmly and the chains went taut, then putted more until Bob's arms were tightly stretched toward the slanting ceiling.
The cuffs bit into his wrists. The lifting pressure continued and Bob had to arch his tail from the bench to reduce the pain.
"He looks gorgeous." Janet licked her lips.
Dan tied off the rope and went around in front of Bob. "Relax. Take it easy, man." He crouched at the prisoner's legs.
"That hurts, damn it!" He flexed his fingers, trying to reduce the pressure.
"Don't worry." Dan clamped a chain to each ankle.
"Just what the hell are you after, anyway?"
"Sex. What everybody else is after. We just have the guts to go out and get what we want." Janet squatted and helped Dan finish securing the man's legs. Two lengths of chain ran across the floor. She shoved them back under the bench toward the wall.
"You're crazy. Both of you. Just plain nuts."
"You won't say that when you relax and go with it. Have some fun." Dan pulled the chains along the wall, looping them around steel bolts at the base of two beams. He pulled some of the slack in, then went back to the pulley rope.
"Let him get free of the bench," Janet said.
"Sure." She unwound the wire and let Bob flex his legs for a moment, moving out of range of any kick.
"Here we go." Dan jerked on the rope, hauling Bob to his feet, making him dance, toes just barely touching the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" Pain thudded from his arms and shoulders.
Janet shoved the bench aside and grabbed the leg chains, drawing them taut to hold Bob's legs apart. "Okay, Dan."
Dan eased the pressures on the ropes so Bob could stand easily, keeping the arms above his head. He tied off the rope. "He's all yours, Janet."
"Thanks." She walked slowly around Bob, admiring the man's muscular form. He stood, legs spread, hands together higher over his head. She went up behind Bob and ripped his shirt, tearing it up the back, then ripping off the sleeves one at a time, making the man completely naked.
"Nice!" She stroked his sides, butt and belly, moving around to run her hands over his chest.
Bob drew back from her touch. He found he could move few inches before the cuffs cut into his wrists.
"I want you, Bob," she said slowly. "I want your body." She slung her arms around his neck and hung there, tits pressed to his bare chest. Her legs lifted, wrapped around his hips and she crushed her cunt to his be fly. "I want you to get all turned on so we can have a lot of fun."
"Drop dead."
Janet jammed her crotch forward suddenly. She knocked the man off balance, forcing his arms to hold both their bodies.
"Oww!" The cuffs cut in deeply. Pain radiated from his arms into his chest.
Janet put her feet down and let the man stand on his own. "You see. I can make you do things, Bob. Just one little push and you get to dangle there." She shoved his hips again, making him take another dose of pain.
"God damn you! God damn you to hell!" He got his feet to the floor again, breathing deeply, commanding his arms to relax. The pain faded.
"Now will you be good?" Janet dropped to her knees before the chained man. She held his prick for a moment, looking closely at it before she started to suck.
Bob almost started to twist away, then remembered the pain and stood still while her hands crawled over his belly and around to his butt. He slowed his breathing and looked over at his wife. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yes. It's not bad. But I don't want them to hurt you."
"It's okay. It's not much." He looked at her firmly bound figure. "We'll get out of this. And I promise you I'll kill both of these bastards. Both of them."
"That'll be a good trick." Dan walked over and looked at Linda. "You see him, honey? Your big, strong husband? All tied up with chains. Look at him. And look at Janet going at his wang. Take a good look. You might learn something about giving head." He crouched and touched her pussy.
"Keep your rotten hands off her!" Bob shouted.
"It's my prick you should worry about, Bob, not my hands." One finger went deeply up Linda's snatch.
"No," she moaned.
"Come on, Bob," Janet said. "Just relax and try to have some fun. You'll like it." Her hands played with his dick and rocks. "I bet you'll like it a lot."
"Just let us go. Now."
"When we're ready and not before." Dan moved away from Linda.
Janet looked at the guy's tool. It was a little bigger, but not enough to matter. "I guess I'll really have to go to work on you." She stood up, her tits touching his chest.
"No use, honey."
"Just you wait!" She turned and went to the storage room.
"You should cooperate, Bob." Dan sat on a thick pillow just a few feet from the man. "This is going to be fun." He massaged his dick slowly with his hand.
Janet came back to the living room. Her hand held a stout oak rod. A bolt held nine thin rawhide thongs, each tipped with a small steel ball. She took three steps toward Bob and slashed the air with the whip.
"Christ!" Bob gasped at the whip.
Janet walked over to Dan. "Turn me on." She spread her legs and shoved her cunt toward the man.
Dan curled one hand around her tail and stuck out his tongue, moving in to lick her snatch. His hands climbed up her torso and fondled her tits. As he pressed into her crotch he pinched at her nipples.
Janet turned, looking at Bob, holding the whip high as Dan aroused her passions with his tongue and fingers. Her nipples became firm and lust flowed again from her twat.
Dan's prick stiffened and he kissed firmly at the pussy, tongue flickering all over the clit until it pulsed and dripped with his saliva.
Janet waited until the lust boiled inside her.
"Now!" She stepped toward Bob. "I want you!" The whip snapped toward his chest.
"Ouch!" Bob flinched back. Pain, danced down his anus. The whip bit in high on his body, bright points of pain, pinpricks of blood showing where the steel balls hit. He tried to get to his feet but another blow snaked around his side, the leather biting into the flesh, stinging sharply, the points leaving red dots behind. He hung on the chains, gasping for air.
"Now!" A third blow, low, the lashes creasing into his as. Bright red dots appeared on both checks.
Janet held the whip high, her tits rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
"Stop, stop," Linda cried. "Don't. Don't hurt him. Me. Take me. Please don't hurt him."
"Shut up, Linda. I'm okay?" Bob got to his feet.
"I want you," Janet said slowly.
"Never," Bob hissed the word.
Janet brought the whip down full force, striking across his chest and belly. Long red strings appeared where the lashes struck.
"Shit!" Bob gasped as the agony rammed through his muscles.
"I want you!" She stood just inches from him. Her tongue crept out and she licked a drop of blood from his body.
"Oh, God." Bob dropped his head.