"Hmmmm, nice," said Jack slowly. "Now the skin."
"Oh, no." Sammy whispered.
Slowly, she reached for the clasp of her pleated white skirt and undid it. Gasping with terror, she let it slide down her wonderful legs to the stone floor. At a nod from Jack she stepped out of it. Now she was reduced to her tap pants, bra and stockings, while the highs heeled pumps made her legs look even more desirable.
And there was no doubt that Jack found her desirable.
"Shit," he whispered. "You look better all the time."
He looked at her for a while.
"Turn," he said, "slowly."
Sammy moaned at the thought of him getting such a full look at her body, but there was nothing she could do. She turned as slowly as she could, showing him once more the luscious curves of her legs, her slim waist and the swelling of her tit-mounds. She stood before him with the chain wrapped around her body, crossing between her tits and down around her legs.
"Yeahhhh!" he said. "That's great. Now the bra."
"Oh no, please not that, please!" gasped Sammy, covering her tit with her hands.
"Sure," said Jack. "I can always put you back over the bar."
That threat was more than enough. Her hands were almost out of control as she unclipped the bra and held it over her swelling tits for a moment before she let it drop.
"Ohhhh yeah! Fuck me!" said Jack in wonder. "Hold them, play with them! Go on!"
He picked up the cane, and Sammy didn't hesitate. She reached up to her wonderful tits and held them. Both sisters had tits that drove men crazy. Sammy's were a little bigger than Amanda's, but both pairs stood out from their bodies, needing no support at all. The bras they wore were to tease their victims, nothing else.
As Jack stared at her, Sammy played with her tits, rubbing them, running her nipples between her fingers. It wasn't so bad. She did this a lot of times; torturing the wimps who crouched at her feet, chained down and unable to put their hands on her tits. She would make them beat off as she let them stare, then whip them for getting cum on her stone floor.
Now it was dreadfully different, but she couldn't stop. With only her panties left, she played with her tits until Jack nodded and told her to stop.
"Now, go over to your sister," he said.
Something told Sammy that things were about to get a lot worse. She shuffled over, dragging the chain across the floor. Jack got up and came over with her.
"Now, undo the top of her dress," he ordered.
It was unreal. Neither of the sisters could believe it as Sammy reached up and unclipped the top of Amanda's short dress. Silently she begged forgiveness of Amanda as she watched the dress drop open, revealing Amanda's tiny bra.
"Open it until her tits are out."
"Oh God!" Amanda whispered. "Oh, please, Sammy, don't do it, please!"
"You wait till you get the shit whipped out of you and say that," spat Sammy viciously. Without any more hesitation she pulled Amanda's dress open to the waist and waited.
Amanda tossed on the ropes, her short dress flying up, showing more of her legs. As if in a dream, she heard Jack tell Sammy to undo her bra.
"No!" Amanda screamed. "Don't do it, Sammy, don't do it! I'll never forgive you if you do that, never!"
She tried desperately to heave herself upward, but the ropes around her ankles held her very securely.
Sammy reached out and unclipped her sister's bra. Now Amanda hung there, her magnificent tits thrust out to Jack's lustful gaze.
With a grin, he slid her dress up until her legs were totally revealed.
"Fuck me! As good as your sister's!" he said.
"Oh boy, is this gonna be fun! Don't leave me now, will you?"
Amanda burst into tears as she saw him pick up the thin cane. He came back toward them, flicking it in the air.
"I dunno," he said thoughtfully, running the trembling length slowly across Amanda's tits. "What do you think? This, or one of the cats?"
The surge of horror in Amanda's throat prevented her from breathing, let alone replying to the terrible threat. She stared at the cane. They had used it many times, but it was as if this was the first time she had seen it. It tapered, ending in a thin round line, no more than a quarter of an inch in diameter. No wonder their wimps had screamed so loudly when it cut into their asses or their bound cocks. And no wonder Sammy had screamed so loud.
"Oh well, if it doesn't work we can always try again," Jack said with a laugh. "Now we're gonna see just how much you love your sister. You said you wanted to see my cock, well here it is!"
To Sammy's utter horror, he slid his zipper down and took out his rock-hard fucker. It looked even bigger than it had in his pants. There had to be a foot of smooth hard flesh, so thick it would bust either of their pussies apart if he shoved it into them. And at the end, a massive bulbous cockhead that throbbed with the most incredible lust. At the tip of his piss slit, a drop of fluid appeared as Jack ran his hand down his fuck shaft and grinned at the two girls.
"Now, this is the way it is," he said. "I gotta shoot my load or I'm gonna bust. I'm just a horny fucker, and you two are gonna help me feel a lot better. I'm gonna whip your sister's tits until you suck me off. It won't take long, I'm as horny as a dog with a dozen bitches in heat around him. So get on with it and your sister won't suffer too much – yet."
He grabbed the chain and forced Sammy's face close to his.
"If you don't," he said, "if you can't bring yourself to do something so terrible, well, I'll be real pissed, and what you went through on the bar will be nothing. Get me?"
Sammy could only gasp and stare at the terrible fuckrod standing out from Jack's loins like a flagpole. Her head spun and she couldn't believe that he would put her into a position like that.
"Kneel, bitch!" said Jack and forced Sammy down.
Her stockings tore on the stone floor as she knelt and came closer to the great throbbing monster of Jack's cock.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, please, Sammy, do as he says! Please! Ohhh, no aaaaggghhhh!"
Amanda screamed as the cane slashed across her jutting tits. She heaved on the ropes as the thin red line of pain ran across her nipples and over the white flesh of her tit-mounds.
"Do as he says, please!" she shrieked as the cane lashed in again and another red line grew on her plump ass.
Helplessly the blonde swung on the ropes, trying desperately to avoid the swinging cane as it cut across her flesh, but there was no escape for her.
"Suck my cock, baby," said Jack with a grin as he lashed Amanda again. "Come on, you dumb slut! Sooner or later you'll be up there getting your tits whipped and she'll have you in her grasp. So do it, cunt, suck me off!"
His arm slashed across Amanda's red and throbbing tits, getting another desperate scream from the bound woman.
Sammy knelt, the collar seeming to get tighter around her neck as she stared at the enormous cock bouncing right in front of her face. It pulsed with lust, and another disgusting drop of fluid ran down his cockhead, to be replaced by yet another one, slightly creamy, opaque. She couldn't do it! She could not take something like that in her mouth. His purplish, bulbous cockhead would hardly fit between her lips, it would fill her mouth, stretch her cheeks, and when it shot all that cum, it would choke her! She couldn't do it! She looked up at Jack.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "I won't do it, I won't!"
She sank back on her heels and stared in utter hatred at the man.
"Well," he said, "let's hear from your sister, shall we?"
He lashed the whip, across Amanda's tits, driving her nipples into her tit-flesh for an instant before the crinkled flesh buds bounced out again. Already Amanda's tits were a mass of crimson, beaten skin. At each stroke of the cane, they bounced up or down, whichever way Jack angled the whip.