"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.