"No, I don't think so for now. Anyway," he went on and leaned closer to Sammy. "It's fun to make your way in slowly, don't you spec?"

"Oh please, leave me alone!" Sammy sobbed. "Please!"

Jack chuckled and chucked her under the chin. "Oh, you were so nice when your victims begged for mercy, weren't you? Now it's your turn."

Both the girls gasped as they heard this. How had Jack learned their secret?

"Oh no!" Sammy gasped in utter terror as Jack walked casually over to the wall.

There, laid out in neat lines, were all the whips the girls used. Slowly Jack ran his eyes up and down the long line. They varied from thin birch rods to leather cats with knotted tails.

"Which one would you like, my little girl?" he asked.

Sammy realized he was talking to her. She moaned in horror and wept.

"Oh well, we'll try this one," said Jack, taking the longest and thinnest birch rod down from its holder.

"Oh help!" Sammy gasped, staring at the horrible thing.

"Boy!" he said. "Will we have some fun tonight!"

He advanced on Sammy and went behind her. "Oh God!" Sammy gasped, staring at Amanda. "Stop him! Stop him!"

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.