Tortured sisters

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."

"N-No," said Amanda, and tried to stop herself from bunting into tears.

"We can't have that," said Jack. "You must be able to see what I'm doing to her."

He went over and slid one of the tall, wheeled mirrors over until it was behind Sammy's ass and showed the softly sobbing Amanda everything that was going on.

"Now," said Jack. "They tell me you started on your men like this."

His hand raised the thin cane over Sammy's helpless ass.

"Oh God!" Amanda sobbed, watching her sister as she wriggled and tried to crane her head around to see what was happening.

There was a slight swish, and the cane cut a thin deep line into the white silk of Sammy's pants.

"Aagghhhhh!" Sammy screamed, heaving on the bar, her hands pulling helplessly at the leather bonds that held her. "Ohhhh, you beast! You bastard! Stop it, stop it, uuurrrggghh! Oh no, no, stop!"

She screamed again as the thin cane cut across her pants and deep agony burst out in her ass.

"I believe you whipped your men like this, didn't you?" asked Jack as he laid into Sammy's ass with greater fury.

"Stop, ohhh stop!" Sammy begged him. Her body was burning, and with every stroke of the cane, fresh eruptions of agony burst out in her whipped ass. She struggled, twisting on the bar.

"Don't you whip those men like this?" Jack asked, laying the cane across Sammy's throbbing ass-flesh.

Hanging on the ropes in mortal fear, Amanda saw that Jack had the most enormous bulge in the front of his pants. It looked like the biggest cock she had ever seen. Most of their victims had very ordinary cocks, though some of them had swelled to bigger sizes as the girls tortured and whipped them. But this one looked like nearly a foot of stiff fuckmeat, and Amanda knew that she and her sister would face it before long. She trembled at the thought, but she knew that Sammy would find it even worse. Sammy couldn't stand the touch of a man, she would die rather than have that thing stuck into her.

Jack lashed the cane across Sammy's ass, getting another deep howl from his victim.

"You know, you're a stupid bitch," he said conversationally, "I ask a simple question and you won't answer. Now, wasn't this the way you started on your men?"

"Uurrrggggg!" Sammy screamed. "If I say yes, will you stop?"

"I make the bargains around here, little girl, not you," said Jack, whipping the helpless blonde again. "Now, wasn't this the way you started?"

"No, stop it, stop it, aaaghhhh!" Sammy screamed, the whip exploding into her asscheeks with desperate agony. "I won't give in, I won't. Aaaaggggghhhh!"

She heaved on the bar, her whole body jerking in pain.

"Can you see this okay?" Jack asked Amanda as she wept, her arms aching from the strain of carrying her body.

"Y-Yes," Amanda said. "Please stop, please! I'll do anything you want, even fuck you, but please stop!"

"My, my, my!" said Jack with a grin. "How about that, big sister? Seem like a good bargain to you?"

He lashed Sammy's ass with extra fury. "Aaaaghhhhhhh! You bastard, you creep, you shitfaced – eeekkk! Oh stop, stop!" Sammy sobbed.

Her breathing was difficult, her body ached and throbbed from the beating, and she couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Would you fuck me if I stop this?" Jack asked, laying the cane across her tap pants, driving another thin line into the silk.

"Stop it, stop!" Sammy begged. She couldn't fuck him, she just couldn't! However hard he beat her, she wouldn't give in and let a man stick his horrible cock into her cunt.

"Well," said Jack, and the surprise in his voice was very clear. "You hate men that bad, huh? That's too bad, 'cause I'm gonna have you any way I want this weekend, and a friend of mine, too. Maybe others, who knows? But we'll start slowly. Much more fun this way."

He whipped Sammy in a series of hard, sharp blows, getting more screams of agony from her.

"For the moment, just let me know when you're willing to undress far me slowly and do everything I say." He whipped the cane through the air and landed it with terrible precision across Sammy's swollen, agonized ass-cheeks. "Don't hurry, I love whipping bitches like you."

Sammy screamed and struggled, the agony in her ass growing out of control. She stared at her sister, hanging from the ropes, and knew she would have to give in soon and undress for this terrible man.

"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she moaned as the cane beat another dreadful surge of agony across her ass. "All right, I'll undress for you, honest I will! Only please don't – uurrrrrggghhh! Please, please!"

"And this is how you beat your men at first, right?" Jack asked, laying the cane across Sammy's hot ass once more.

"Yes, yes!" Sammy confessed, the pain surging over her body and breaking the last of her resistance. "Yes, we did, we – aaghghhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh good," said Jack. "Now, let's get you ready for the next act."

He went back to the instruments hanging on the wall and came back with a thick-studded leather collar attached to a long chain.

"Now," he said as he slipped it around Sammy's neck. "Just to make sure you don't try anything stupid."

Sammy sobbed and moaned, while Jack took the chain from the collar and ran it through another of the ring bolts the girls had put into the floor. Then he padlocked the end, and Sammy was effectively chained to the ring.

"Now remember to put on a good show," said Jack as he came back and looked, at the bound woman. "I got the biggest hard-on of my life, and I want it to have a lot of fun tonight."

To Sammy's utter horror, he ran his hand down from her neck and into the top of her tight blouse. His fingers ran over the inner curves of her magnificent tits and she screamed at the touch.

"Oh, God, no!" Sammy moaned, trying to get away from him.

The horror she felt about men got worse as he felt for the clip of her bra and flicked it slightly. Jack let go and pulled his hand back out. "Plenty of time for that," he said with a grin.

"Now to let you up."

Sammy sobbed as she felt him undoing the bonds that held her ankles and wrists. If he touched her again, she would faint, she knew it, she couldn't stand it.

"Now, stand up," said Jack, and he went over to the sofa from where the two girls had often tormented their victims and sat down.

Slowly Sammy got to her feet, trying to avoid Amanda's weeping eyes. She turned to face Jack as he sprawled there, the horrible bulge in his pants even more evident than before. She rubbed her ass through her short skirt, but it didn't do much good. The pain was slowly going away, but it still throbbed at every touch.

"Open the neck of your blouse!" ordered Jack.

With trembling fingers, Sammy took hold of the lacy string and pulled it open. She could see the triumph and lust in Jack's eyes as he watched the blouse fall away, revealing the swells of her his in the white half-cup bra.

"Open it right to the waist," said Jack, and Sammy did as she was told, revealing more of her luscious tits to his hard gaze. "Pull it out of the waistband."

Sammy pulled her tight blouse out of the waist band of her skirt and spread the sides, showing him her swelling tit-mounds, only partially concealed by her bra.

"Why don't you show me your cock?" she whispered, playing the tease as she did in the bars.

Jack grinned and sprawled back on the sofa.

"I do what I want when I want. You just want me to jerk off." He grinned. "Maybe I will, later. All over, your face, would you like that?"

Sammy gasped and almost passed out at the thought of anything so terrible. The idea of a man's cum on her face was more than she could bear. That would be worse than being fucked!

"Take it off!" snapped Jack, bringing her back to the terrible reality she faced.

Sammy slowly eased the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. There was no more playing for her. Soon she stood before him in just her bra and skirt.

"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.