Tortured sisters

CHAPTER ONE

"Are you ready?" asked Sammy.

"I think so," said Amanda, turning, making sure her short dress fit just right. "Do I look okay?"

"You sure do," said her sister, "now let's get out of here."

"Just a minute," said Amanda, and she rearranged her neckline to show the swelling curves of her tits. "Fuck, I get nervous even now."

Sammy laughed and gave herself a final check in the full-length mirror.

There was no real need for either of them to worry. They were probably the most devastating pair of blondes in the city, and they knew it. It was Friday night and they were going out to the bars to pick up some unsuspecting man.

The trap would be set almost the same way each time. The two of them would cruise the bars, waiting until they spotted the man they wanted. Then they would make sure they met him. All the man knew was that suddenly two stunning women were talking to him, paying him a lot of attention, and his head would start to spin.

As the two girls laughed and chatted, pulling the information they wanted out of the unsuspecting man, he would take in their high thrusting tits, the shapely curves of their asses, and wonder if he was really being propositioned by two such beautiful sisters.

That depended on his answers. Usually the girls avoided a man who lived in their neighborhood or anywhere near it. The perfect man was some wimp from out of town, on vacation and looking for a good time. There was an almost endless supply of them.

The man would wonder how much better his luck would get when they asked him if he was interested in a threesome. Some of the wimps even shot in their pants when Sammy suggested that. Certainly none of them had ever turned such an offer down. In the taxi, half-drunk, the wimp would find himself in a game, blindfolded as a joke and led up the stairs into the sisters' apartment. Giggling and urging him on, they would lead him down a set of stairs and then all he knew was a blow on the head and darkness.

When he woke up, he would be naked, lashed to the bars of a cage, manacled and staring at the worst horror of his life. Gone were the soft girls in their short skirts and tight blouses. In their place were two of the most dreadful dominatrix's he had ever seen. In their leather and tight boots, they would put him through a weekend of torture, humiliating him at every turn, chaining him to the floor and whipping him as he helplessly tried to jerk off to please his terrible mistresses. As his cum finally jerked out on the stone floor, they would laugh and beat him harder and then make him lick it up.

Sammy would never let a man touch her, except for allowing him to lick her ass when she was particularly aroused. Amanda liked to be licked; she often lay back while the wimps sucked her hot pussy and Sammy lashed them with rising fury. But that was all. No man would ever stick his cock into their soft cunts or tight little assholes, and certainly never between their soft pouting lips.

There had been a mistake once, and that perhaps explained Amanda's nervousness. One of the men wouldn't give in. He swore and yelled, at them, whatever they did, and he somehow escaped the first night when they thought they had him safely chained up.

That had been a real panic. Normally when they were finished with their wimps, they would re-blindfold them, drive them to some dark alley and dump them out. The wimps didn't know where they had been, and most of them were so ashamed of being beaten up by women that they just crawled off and said nothing. Certainly, none of them had ever been to the police, and so the girls were free to find their next victim. But a disaster like that could have blown everything.

But nothing happened. No police came, and in another two weeks they were back in business, their wimps screaming for mercy as loudly as ever. They had even become bolder, getting men who were stronger, and still imposing their will on them. So far, apart from the one man, they had never failed. And this weekend another disgusting male would get his just desserts.

They hit their favorite bar first. It was a typical singles bar. Soft lighting, a group playing, dancing, and fast bartenders. Sammy and Amanda hung around the bar, well aware that most of the men around were looking at them very carefully. Several times, a pair of men approached, but Sammy sent them off very fast. They weren't what they were looking for.

They left and tried another bar. They saw him I once. He was tall, he wore glasses and looked as if he'd just got off the bus from some small town upstate. He grinned around nervously and almost swallowed his drink, glass and all, when Sammy and Amanda smiled at him. The closer they got, the more flustered he got. He was perfect.

"Hi," said Sammy, flicking her short skirt until he got a glimpse of her stocking tops and tap pants underneath. She sat beside him, crossing her long, shapely legs while he stared and gasped at the two of them.

"Er – hi!" he said, grinning nervously; "Er – can I get you a drink?"

"Ohhh, thanks," said Amanda, sliding in on his other side with practiced skill. "Gin and tonic, please."

Frantically he waved at a cocktail waitress. "And you?" he asked, almost dropping his beer in his excitement.

"Vodka gimlet," said Sammy, and leaned in a little closer to him so that he could get a good view of her tits.

"Er – yes," he babbled and gave the order. "You from around here?" Amanda asked, playing with the top button of her short black dress.

"No, I'm just in for the weekend," he said, staring at her tits.

Sammy chuckled to herself. It couldn't be going better.

"I suppose you're looking for a good time," she teased, sliding up to him and crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt slide up, almost as far as her stocking tops. "I mean, most men from out of town are."

He gulped, taking a drink of his beer to cover up his nervousness. "I-I was told this was a good place to meet people."

"You mean to pick up girls?" said Sammy, sliding her hand up his arm and giggling.

Normally they would take a little more time over this, draw the man in slowly so as not to make him suspicious, but this one was so easy there was no point in hanging around.

"Er – well…" the man spluttered, taking a drink and spilling some of the beer down his chin.

Sammy looked at him in disgust. He was a particularly nasty specimen of a man, and he was going to pay for that. All weekend.

"Oh, my name is Sammy," she said, covering the man's confusion as he dabbed his handkerchief over his chin. "This is my sister, Amanda."

"Oh, hi," he said. "My name's Jack. Jack Michaels."

"You want to come and play a bit?" Sammy asked, grinning at him.

"You-you mean – you and your – sister?" He stared at the two of them.

"Yes, me and my sister," said Sammy seductively. "We like to share a man sometimes. A real man like you."

"B-But…" the man stammered. His face was flushed and his whole body quivered.

"You must be from upstate," said Amanda, laughing. "This is New York, baby, it's different."

"By God, it is!" the man gasped. "You mean that the two of you want to… with me?"

"Do we have to spell it out?" said Sammy, letting a note of annoyance creep into her voice. That usually did it. None of the men wanted to see the chance slip by.

"W-Well yes, yes!" the man said quickly. "That sounds wonderful!"

"It's not just wonderful," said Amanda, leaning in and taking him by his hopelessly out of style tie, "It's the best. We're the best."

"Oh. Yes. Yes," the man said. "W-Well, yes," he added lamely and tried to drink his beer, but he wasn't concentrating and again, some of it went down the front of his polyester sports jacket.

"Come on then," said Sammy and got up. Jack was so easy. In the taxi, he allowed himself to be blindfolded with no trouble at all. Most of the men tried to demand a kiss at least from the girls, but he just let them cover his eyes and sat there giggling to himself like the hick he was. Sammy put his glasses in her purse. It was always fun to crush them as the last act before they threw their men out. If they didn't wear glasses, the girls would often rip out the zippers of their pants, making it even more embarrassing for them to get home.

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!"