Sammy paid the taxi-driver, and the two of them led Jack up the stone stairs and into the house. They opened the door and cased him through it into the hall.
"Careful now, there are some more steps," said Sammy as they put him on the top stair leading down to the dungeon.
"Ooooh, they're steep!" said Jack, reaching for the stair rail and crawling his way down. "When do you show me?"
"Just a minute," said Sammy, giving his arm to Amanda and picking up the hard, lead weighted rubber club.
"This is gonna be great!" said Jack as he stepped into the dungeon and waited.
Amanda flipped the lights on and Sammy raised the club. Then it all went wrong. As Sammy lashed the club down, Jack side-stepped and ripped the blindfold off. With an almost lazy motion he swung around, caught Sammy by the arm and swung her around so that her arm was behind her back.
She screamed and struggled, but he was suddenly a lot stronger than they had thought. In one movement he grabbed Amanda and slung her into the small barred cell they used to hold their prisoners.
"What the hell…" Amanda yelled as she stumbled into the stone wall.
She turned, but, still holding Sammy, Jack slammed the barred door shut and slipped the lock.
"Let me out of here!" Amanda screamed. She grabbed the bars and shook them, but the cage had been built to hold men, and she only managed to rattle the inch-thick bars.
"Let go of me!" Sammy spat as Jack tossed her lightly over his shoulder.
She beat at his back with her free hand, but he ignored that and threw her none too gently over the padded bar of the main restraining apparatus they used.
"Stop that!" she screamed, but Jack grabbed her arms and pulled them down as she hung, bent at the waist over the bar. "Leave me alone!"
Jack slipped the restrainers over her wrists with practiced ease and tightened them until Sammy was stretched out.
He grabbed each of Sammy's ankles and pulled them apart, lashing them to the legs of the apparatus so that she was utterly helpless. Her legs were wide-open and her short skirt only just covered the tops of her white stockings. They were stretched very uncomfortably and the bar cut into her slim waist.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "What are you going to do?"
Jack walked over to the cage and opened the door. Amanda cowered back against the wall, wishing suddenly that the two of them had never started the whole thing. But it was too late for that. Jack grabbed her wrist and hauled her out of the cage, kicking and screaming. He dragged her over to the rope that hung from the ceiling and tied her hands to it, tightening the slip-knot over her wrists until she moaned with pain. Then he took her ankles and tied them to the ring bolts in the floor, leaving her legs as wide-spread as Sammy's. Finally he went to the wall and hauled on the rope, heaving Amanda up until she was stretched out, her feet only just touching the floor and straining against the ring bolts.
"What are you doing!" Amanda screamed in terror. "Let me down, we haven't done anything to you!"
"Not yet, you haven't," said Jack with a grin. "But you were going to, weren't you?"
He turned the steel bar that Sammy was pinned to until the two sisters were next to each other, and only the fact that Sammy was bent so far at the waist stopped them from staring into each other's terrified eyes.
"Now, let me see," he went on. "I don't think that's quite right."
"What are you doing!" Sammy screamed again as he cranked the front of the apparatus upward and her arms and head were lifted until they were parallel to the stone floor.
She moaned, thinking of all the times she had cranked some poor helpless wimp to that very position and now it was happening to her.
Jack tightened the ropes until Sammy was stretched almost as painfully as Amanda, her body bent over at the waist, her ass sticking out helplessly over the bar.
"That's good," said Jack and took his jacket off.
Suddenly he wasn't the wimp in the bar, but the kind of strong, commanding man Sammy and Amanda were secretly afraid of. Now he stood in just an open-necked shirt and slacks and grinned at them.
"You two had a real good time, didn't you?" he said. "Well, this weekend you pay for it. All of it. You'll get the full picture later, but, for now, I think it's time for a bit of fun. Don't you?"
"Leave me alone!" Sammy screamed. "I didn't do anything to you, we weren't going to do anything to you, honest, we weren't!"
Jack just chuckled and walked up to Sammy. He ran his hand over her back, which made her break out in a desperate cold sweat.
"Stop that!" she screamed. "No, not that, no!"
She shrieked in absolute horror as he took her short skirt and flipped it up over her helpless ass.
"Very nice," Jack commented. "And I like the pants. I wonder if they'll be a problem?"
He ran his hand over the thin silk of Sammy's expensive tap pants.
"No, I don't think so for now. Anyway," he went on and leaned closer to Sammy. "It's fun to make your way in slowly, don't you spec?"
"Oh please, leave me alone!" Sammy sobbed. "Please!"
Jack chuckled and chucked her under the chin. "Oh, you were so nice when your victims begged for mercy, weren't you? Now it's your turn."
Both the girls gasped as they heard this. How had Jack learned their secret?
"Oh no!" Sammy gasped in utter terror as Jack walked casually over to the wall.
There, laid out in neat lines, were all the whips the girls used. Slowly Jack ran his eyes up and down the long line. They varied from thin birch rods to leather cats with knotted tails.
"Which one would you like, my little girl?" he asked.
Sammy realized he was talking to her. She moaned in horror and wept.
"Oh well, we'll try this one," said Jack, taking the longest and thinnest birch rod down from its holder.
"Oh help!" Sammy gasped, staring at the horrible thing.
"Boy!" he said. "Will we have some fun tonight!"
He advanced on Sammy and went behind her. "Oh God!" Sammy gasped, staring at Amanda. "Stop him! Stop him!"
CHAPTER TWO
"Shit," said Jack, surveying Sammy's helplessly bound body, "this is better than I thought!"
He ran his hand over Sammy's tight ass cheeks. "No wonder guys couldn't wait to get inside your pants!"
"Leave me alone!" Sammy shrieked, tossing and heaving over the bar. "I'll get you for this, I will!"
Jack laughed. "Oh no, it's me who's gonna get you!"
Slowly he walked around Sammy, watching her all the time. She certainly made a great sight, bound over the bar. Her short pleated skirt was up over her tight, swelling ass cheeks, leaving her white tap pants, with their red edges, stretched tight over the wonderful curves of her ass-flesh. Below that were her stockinged legs. Both the girls had wonderful legs, and they made the most of them. Sammy's thighs were stretched out by the bonds around her ankles, and her calf muscles also strained, made more exquisitely shapely by the high heels she wore. Just below her panties, the white frilly garters kept her pale mesh stockings up, and they were the final delicious sight for Jack. He took Sammy's skirt and lifted it even farther, up to her waist, running his hands over her tap pants again.
"Fuck, this'll be great?" he said.
"You let me go!" Sammy screamed, but Jack just stood back and looked at her.
"Can you see you sister's ass?" he asked Amanda, who was hanging on the ropes, so terrified she couldn't speak. "I said," Jack almost shouted, "can you."