Jack moved quickly, first tying her ankles together with a double figure-eight knot with one of the pantyhose, then bending her knees and pushing her feet back under her ass. Monica groaned in the awkward position, her face slackening at the beginnings of pain.

"No, don't, oh, it hurts! You're hurting me with that," Another spasm of pain cut off her sentence with a gasp.

Arlette stopped her fingers, feeling a chill of fear rush through her body. Was that man going to torture her mother? Somewhere, sometime Arlette remembered reading something about people like this, people who enjoyed not only tying one another up, but inflicting pain, as well. She gasped, wondering if she should barge in, wondering if she should back away and call the police. The small crisis passed. Monica's body relaxed again as Jack began fingering her clit, sticking his right forefinger into her clutching fuckhole, then corkscrewing it back and forth, a soft, sucking sound filling the room.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Monica whimpered.

The big stud began pushing her feet back, keeping the toes of each foot pressed against one another while shoving her ankles under her ass. Monica grimaced, her breath catching when her toes scraped over her asscheeks. Arching her back, pulling away for a moment, the big-titted blonde bent her knees. In a moment, she was in a half-lying, half-squatting position, her arms still roped behind her, her knees fully bent, her feet and lower legs shoved back under her asscheeks. Now the blonde could feel her toenails scraping against her lower back.

"To keep 'em there…" Jack muttered. He took another pair of pantyhose, forming a loop at one end with a double slipknot, then roping both feet with it before snugging it tight against her flesh. Monica winced again, feeling the circulation being slowed to her toes. Jack was pulling that second pair of pantyhose back, attaching the free end to a position just below where the ropes holding her arms were cinched. Monica found that she couldn't move. He had tied her well.