"Now," said Jack, "what else?"
He was just turning back to the wall when the phone rang.
"Hi," he said, grinning as he pulled Amanda around to face him and pushed her back to her knees. "No, it's fine."
"Help!" Sammy screamed.
"Silly cunt's just screaming for help," said Jack. "Yeah, they would talk to you, but they're all tied up right now."
He laughed and put the receiver down. "Come on, you!" he snapped and hauled Amanda up and almost threw her toward the door.
As he passed Sammy, hanging in the frame, he ran his hand over her tits. She moaned and tried to pull away.
"Stupid shit-faced cunt!" he said. "That's something else to see you about."
Sammy hung her head and wept. Her arms were painfully stretched and her whole body ached with the reminder of the whipping she had been given. She listened as Jack and Amanda went up the stairs and across the hall to the front door. Then she heard Amanda give a low scream of fear and her sobbing kept up all the way back into the room.
Sammy shivered. She lifted her head and saw them come back in. Then she screamed.
With Jack and Amanda was the man they had tortured all those weeks before and who had escaped. She seemed to remember that his name was Ken. Now she knew what had happened. They had been set up. And after what they had done to Ken, she knew she couldn't expect any mercy.
"Well," said Ken with a great big satisfied grin on his face. "Lookee at that, all trussed up and ready to party. Hot time in the old dungeon tonight!"
He tossed a heavy bag onto the sofa and walked over to Sammy as she struggled and wept.
"How's it goin', bitch?" he asked, running his hand up the inside of her thigh, over her stocking top and over the thin silk of her panties. "Fuck, she looks good!"
"She won't do a thing," said Jack, "not even to save her sister from getting whipped."
"Well, is that so?" said Ken, turning and gazing deep into Sammy's eyes. He ran his hand over her tits as she moaned and tossed against the bonds.
Sammy didn't know why they had taken him in the first place. He wasn't the wimp type, with his broad shoulders, strong legs and dark, good looking face. She also remembered that he had the biggest cock either of the girls had ever seen. They had never managed to get it hard, but she could see that it was hard now as it thrust against the front of his jeans. It looked as if it was going to be easily as big as Jack's stiff fuckrod, and the thought of getting raped by either of those monsters made Sammy gasp in fear.
"Okay," said Ken, "I've waited a long time for this. You fucked either of them yet, Jack?"
"Just a blow-job from this one," said Jack, pulling on Amanda's chin. "She'll do anything to avoid a whipping, so she shouldn't be too hard to train, but she can't take more than a few inches, gags like crazy."
"Oh, we'll see to that," Ken said and grinned. He went over to the sofa and picked up his bag. "Just a few things I thought we'd need that you don't have."
"Oh God!" Sammy moaned as she saw him take out a pair of metal paper clips from the bag.
Smiling, Ken walked over to Sammy and ran the closed jaws of the paper clip over her shrinking flesh.
"Shit, kid," he said, and Sammy saw that he was breathing heavily as he stared at her swelling tits. "You're gonna get back everything, you hear, everything. And you're gonna give in, you're gonna do anything I tell you to do by the end, you and your fuckin' sister. Got that?"
"I won't, I won't, ooohhhh no, no!" Sammy stared in horror as Ken pulled the jaws of the clip open and ran them over the flesh of her wonderful tits.
"What? I thought you liked pain," murmured Ken. "Or do you just like handing it out? Can't take it, huh?"
The open jaws of the paper clip roved around Sammy's helpless nipple while she struggled and broke into a cold sweat at the hard contact of the metal.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, honest I didn't!" Sammy moaned as the clip moved slowly over her flesh. "I'll make it up to you, I'll buy hookers for you, as many as you – aarrgghhhh!"
Her body heaved upward, shaking out of control as the clip snapped shut over the flesh of her right nipple. She shuddered as she fell, sweat running down her back.
"Doesn't it feel great?" asked Ken as he opened the jaws of the other clip, moving it in the same slow, deadly fashion over Sammy's left tit. "Ohhhh, can't you just feel it now?"
"Ohhhh, please!" Sammy wailed, her eyes glazed in pain as she looked at the clip. "I'll give you anything if you'll stop!"
Ken laughed and let the jaws of the clip slide over Sammy's other nipple. "Lying bitch! YOU wouldn't beg me to fuck you, would you?"
"Ohhhh, I can't, I can't, I can't – eerrgghh!" Sammy tossed and writhed as Ken let the clip go. Moaning, Sammy slumped on the ropes. The deep agony surged in constant streams from her nipples, which felt as if they were being crushed flat. She hung there, the clips dangling from her tits, her face a mask of pain.
Ken walked away, leaving his captive hanging in the most terrible agony of her life. He grinned at Jack as he pulled Amanda toward him. "The two of you left me with clamps around my balls, didn't you, huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Amanda sobbed. "It was wrong, we won't do it again!"
Ken laughed and threw the helpless girl across the table, forcing her face down. He wrapped the chain around one of her legs so that Amanda couldn't move and slid his hands inside her panties.
"Shit," he said, "I gotta unload too. You wanna go at that one? Then we can start properly."
"Yeah," said Jack, "why not? I'll try this out for starters."
He drew the cat through his fingers and went over to Sammy as she moaned in pain, the clips bouncing with every desperate heave of her tits. He looked at the bound woman and glanced back to where Ken was running his hands over Amanda's stretched ass-cheeks.
"Boy, are you gonna pay!" he said.
Sammy gasped as his hands went down and ran inside the hem of her pants.
"Pity," said Jack, "such nice pants."
He gave a great heave and the material parted, tearing down one of the seams until it broke. Sammy sobbed and stared as Jack reached up and took a handful of the other side of her lovely new panties and ripped them down the other seam, tearing the delicate silk away until Sammy was left with only her stockings and high-heels on.
"Shit," said Jack.
He stepped back and looked at Sammy's pussy. Both girls had perfect cuntal mounds, covered in curly, light-blonde hair. The swelling flesh covered and protected a prominent pair of pussy-lips that parted slightly to show just the hint of their clits.
"Fuck me!" said Jack. "That's nice, real nice and I'm gonna fuck it."
"No, no, don't please, don't!" wept Sammy, almost forgetting the agony in her tits as the greater fear of getting raped surged through her head.
"I'm gonna whip you until you beg me to fuck you," said Jack with a grin, "or I can't stand it any longer. Then I'll fuck you, anyway. If you beg me to fuck you, I'll take those clips off."
Sammy sobbed. She stared in fascinated horror as Jack stepped back and lined the whip up, playing with it, tossing it in the air. Past him, she saw Amanda, bent over the table as Ken took his cock out and ran it over her panties.
"Get up and take them off," ordered Ken, going behind her and undoing the chain.
Gasping for breath, Amanda staggered up and grabbed for her panties, trying to escape more punishment.
"Slowly, whore," snarled Ken, "wait there!" He strode over to the wall, and Amanda sobbed as she watched him. With a gasp ofterror, she saw Ken take down a small, thin whip, very good for close-quarter pain.
"Hands behind your back!" he snapped as he walked over.
"Please, I won't…"
"I said, hands behind your back!" Ken snarled. "If you goon learning as slowly as this, I'll have to get real brutal with you."