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.