"Jack, where are you?" Janet Wood called out as she slammed the apartment door behind her. She looked around their small living space but neither of her roommates was in sight. "Jack! Chrissy! Where are you guys? Roper is on the warpath again. We're two months behind on the rent and he's not buying any more excuses."
The door of Jack's bedroom opened and he strode out while doing up his fly, "What are you going on about now?" He asked as he closed the bedroom door behind him so Janet could only get a glimpse of something moving inside, but she was sure it was probably another one of Jack Tripper's many conquests.
"We've got to come up with the all the back rent or Roper is going to put a padlock on our door," Janet said, her voice brimming with exasperation. "And I don't think your cooking skills would improve much if all you had to work with was whatever you could find in a dumpster."
"It's not my fault I lost my job at the sushi restaurant," Jack stated.
"You overcooked it Jack," Janet said with a chuckle. "How do you overcook sushi, when it's served raw?"
"Okay so a guy skips one cooking glass and the world jumps all over him." Jack said with a sigh. "Now you don't worry about Roper, he's all bark no bite and I've got everything under control. Why don't you head down to the pub? I think that's where Chrissy is."
"Okay, I'll go and find Chrissy, but when we get back whatever tramp you've got stashed in your room better be gone, because we have serious matters to discuss. I don't want to be living on the street this Christmas!" And with that Janet stormed out of the apartment.
"I thought she'd never leave," Jack muttered to himself as he turned and headed back into his bedroom. "Sorry for the interruption...now where were we?" He asked.
The person he addressed was one Lana Shields the nympho from upstairs, but she was in no condition to respond as she was stark naked, trussed up with rope, and with a huge red ball gag rammed in her mouth. Red welts criss-crossed her breasts and belly, and rivulets of blood ran from the two pins that were piercing her nipples. Her eyes are wide and pleading for mercy, but from Jack she knew there would be none. She had come over to see Jack earlier in the day to borrow a turkey baster for the Thanksgiving Day dinner she was to cook for her visiting sister. She couldn't resist flirting with him as she had been trying to get Jack into bed for ages (she didn't buy his gay act one bit), and so she wasn't completely surprised when one thing lead to another and they ended up in his bedroom. What she hadn't counted on was what a sick fuck Jack was. After some heavy petting Jack brought out some rope, and quickly tied her spread eagle on the bed. She at first had no problem with that, as bondage games weren't completely foreign to her, but when he stuffed a huge ball gag in her mouth, and proceeded to torture her nipples with three-inch long needles...well she was now hoping to just come out of this alive. She pulled against the ropes as Jack positioned himself between her legs, but there was no escape.
"Have you ever been fisted?" Jack asked her, and Lana's eyes practically bugged out of her head at the thought of a fist going up her pussy. She frantically shook her head no, a look of horror and panic in her eyes. "Well it always good to enrich ones life with new experiences," Jack said with a grin, and then slipped three fingers into Lana's pussy. She struggled futilely against the bounds as he added a fourth finger.
