Jack was truly a master of the obscene and sadistic. Having forced her to the floor and on her belly, the big stud had first gagged her, telling the trembling girl he would kick her head in if she tried working the jockstrap out. Next came the worst part of all! Two leather cuffs were attached to her wrists, small clamps on each side of the devices linked together, making it impossible for Arlette to draw her hands apart. She lay there like a beached sea animal, her tits pillowed out under her chest, her arms pulled back and fastened together at the wrists, another two-inch-wide leather strap wrapped around her arms just above the elbows to keep her quiet.

"That's not all, baby. We're gonna work this one out so you can really get the feel of gettin' roped," Jack muttered, moving behind the girl and pushing her legs up at the knees until the heels of her feet were touching her fingers. There was the sound of him fishing through that horrid bottom bureau drawer of his, with more devices, more things to frighten her.

"Uuufuufffff!" she gasped.

Another strap! This one was slipped around both ankles, fastening them together. Jack was pushing her legs back a little farther, fumbling for something around her feet, then attaching the ankle strap to her wrist cuffs!

"There you go, baby, helpless like a fuckin' newborn," Jack said as he rubbed the toe of his boot against her knees.

Arlette could well see he was telling the truth. She was belly down on the floor, her arms drawn back and linked to her ankles. Jack was panting heavily now, bending down and grabbing her by the hipbones. With one movement, he turned her over onto her ass. The strain of that position, with her feet and ankles cramping under her ass, made the young girl wince with pain. She let out another muffled groan through the jockstrap pouch jammed in her mouth. With terrified eyes, Arlette looked searchingly up at Jack, waiting with growing excitement and terror at what would surely follow.