Licking her father’s strong, hairy thighs, Glenda Farrell was drunk with wild, hedonistic passion. She purred and whimpered, loving it when he tugged savagely at her hair and ordered her to do things with his deep, harsh voice.
She loved the hot, pungent scent of her father’s crotch. Shuddering, she ran her rose pink tongue in long, wet licks up and down the sturdy shaft of his eleven inches of horse-cock.
She twined her taster around the bloated, twitching tube steak, purring sluttishly as she curled her sulky lips around the fat, blunt cock-crown, taking it in her mouth. She was trembling in excitement as she milked on the pulpy dick-knob.
Her jaws strained slowly apart in order to accommodate the mammoth dimensions of her father’s manhood. Slowly, she suckled her way down the thick, veiny shaft, curling her licker in a delectable trough beneath his throbbing member.
“Suck it! Suck it, bitch! Y-Yeah! Take Daddy’s meat deep in your throat! AAAWWWW, YYEEEAH!” growled Rupert thickly.
He was jerking on the end of the tie which was looped around her slender swan-like neck. Her big knockers wobbled against her knees.
Glenda made choked gurgling, gasping sounds as she forced her Daddy’s king-sized dong into her hot, tight throat. Tears streamed from her eyes and her senses whirled from lack of oxygen.
She took it all, a wild flurry of primal heat exploding through her zaftig body as inch after meaty inch of Rupert Farrell’s bull-cock speared down her gurgling gullet. Soon, her rounded, raspberry pink lips were milking moistly at the wrist-sized root of her Daddy’s prick.
Her upturned little button of a nose was jammed into his sweaty pubes. His greasy nuts nudged lewdly against her chin.
Rupert let go of the tie and clamped his big paws around his daughter’s head in a vise-like grip. Grunting thickly, he started to slam her head roughly up and down, heaving forward with his hips as he fucked Glenda’s velvety, gurgling throat with brute force.
Glenda gagged and whimpered, her eyes bugging out, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could hardly breathe! She managed to inhale through her nose when her father’s squarish dick-crown popped out of her aching throat, but he almost immediately pumped it down to the root once more.
“Suck, slut! SUCK! Milk my big fuckin’ COCK, you dirty CUNT!” Rupert Farrell roared, specks of saliva flying from the corners of his lips.
Roughly, he dragged back her head by the hair, his bull-meat squelching out of her groaning mouth and snapping up rigidly against his beefy belly. He fisted his manhood with his free hand, and used it like a whip, smacking the sides of his daughter’s fist with his raging hardon, rubbing the fat, greasy knob all over her mewling red lips, smearing them with pre-come.
“Get down on Daddy’s balls, girl!” Police Chief Farrell commanded. “Lick those big fuckin’ bull balls GOOD!”
Glenda gave a muffled squawk as he mashed her face into the greasy, wrinkly folds of his scumbag. Shuddering, the buxom red-head opened her mouth, wrapping her warm lips around each of the bloated, egg-shaped nuggets, milking them gently, sliding her taster back and forth along the underside of his scrotum.
“Yeah! YEAH! Do it, girl! Lap Daddy’s nuts! Awwww, f-fuck, that’s GOOD!” Farrell groaned hoarsely, jacking his cock.
Kicking his legs, he managed to pull his feet out of his boots and pants. His fingers still twisted in Glenda’s russet-hued tresses, Rupert swung his beefy legs over each of the arms of the chair.
This action pulled his hairy, beefy rump into view. Glenda was still licking and suckling his huge balls, mewling softly, the coarse hairs of his crotch tickling her nose.
“Get down and suck your father’s asshole, girl!” Rupert Farrell roared in ringing tones. “Rim that butt-hole clean!”
He grunted with animalistic delight as Glenda gladly buried her pretty face between the furry, muscled slabs of her father’s buttocks.
The pungent heat of Police Chief Farrell’s ass seared Glenda’s senses. She moaned, poking out her tongue, sliding it up and down his deep, greasy ass crack.
Greedily, she ferreted out the taut, puckered bud of his anus. She lapped it slavishly, feeling it quiver in delight. She plunged her tongue right up her father’s ass, and Rupert bellowed his approval.
“AWWWWWW!! Y-YEEEAH! Eat out my ass, slut! Get that tongue way up there! AAAAAAH!” he moaned thickly, pumping his hefty schlong in a frenzy of bestial passion.
Suddenly, he pushed her away from him, panting hard as he sprang to his feet. He kicked her in the side, knocking her over.
“Get up, slut! Get over to that bed! Pronto!” roared Rupert.
Glenda staggered to her feet, whimpering feebly as she rushed over to the bed and flopped face down upon it, trembling with girlish anticipation. Rupert strode up to her and roughly flipped her over on her back.
He held the key to the cuffs in one hand. He unlocked the cuffs swiftly and tossed them aside.
“Now!” he commanded harshly. “Lie on the bed with your arms and legs spreadeagled! Do it, whore! Now!”
He slapped one of her bouncy tits hard as he spoke. Glenda squealed in delighted pain and sprang into subservient action. She threw out her arms and legs, panting nervously as she stared up at her hairy stud of a father.
Rupert took one of the new lengths of rope Glenda had given him and grabbed Glenda’s right ankle. Swiftly, he tied her foot to the bed post. Moving rapidly, the muscle bound Police Chief strapped his buxom teenaged daughter’s hands and feet to each of the bed posts, rendering her absolutely immobile.
The bonds cut into her tender white flesh. The feeling filled her with incredible delight, voluptuous delight which burned through her, making her moan and cry out.
Grabbing up his musky BVDs, Rupert leaned forward and stuffed them into Glenda’s mouth. He quickly tied a length of rope around her head, knotting it between her teeth to keep his make-shift gag in place.
Squatting between her legs, Rupert tugged and tore savagely at her frilly, lace-covered corset. It was easy to remove, and in a few moments, he tossed the discarded garment aside and stared down at his naked daughter with blazing, lust-heated gray eyes.
Glenda still wore her stockings and high heels. Spread out like that, with ropes around her limbs, with his undershorts stuffed in her mouth, tied there with more rope, she looked incredibly hot!
Police Chief Farrell felt savage power and lust rip through him as he stared at her. Yes, the hot fucking whore was at his mercy! He had her in his total power! His own beautiful, stacked slut of a daughter…
“Yeah, bitch! Spread and bound for Daddy! You’re gonna get yours now, Glenda, baby!” Police Chief Farrell muttered thickly.
He picked up the big white vibrator and twisted the base. It purred into action, reverberating against his calloused fingers.
He placed the tip of it against the hollow of Glenda’s neck and slowly, teasingly, moved it downward, sliding it over each of his daughter’s mountainous breasts. He rotated the pulsing knob over Glenda’s fat, ripe nipples, and the vibrations made Glenda squirm and gurgle with sluttish pleasure.
She moaned through the gag as she felt her father slowly draw the rubber phallus down her stomach. Her hot twat quivered with anticipation as he lightly brushed the throbbing object against the insides of her tender, smooth-shaven thighs.
Ecstasy seared Glenda’s lower body as Rupert started to run the vibrator over the juicy petals of her labia. She arched her back convulsively, shuddering and twitching, opening and closing her fingers spasmodically as rapture tore in almost agonizing waves through her supple loins.
Police Chief Farrell twirled the tip of the throbbing rubber phallus over her sensitized clitoris. Glenda really went wild were her Daddy did this. Her loud screams were muffled by her father’s sweaty underpants, and Glenda tossed her mane of flame-red hair violently from side to side as ecstasy scorched her twat.
“Yeah! You got a hot fuckin’ pussy, don’t ya, slut?” Rupert snarled. “Hot and wet! Ready to be fucked! I’m gonna work that pussy good, Princess! Daddy’s gonna fuck you GOOD!”
Glenda sobbed brokenly as she felt him slowly insert the quivering vibrator into her suctioning vagina. Ripples of unbelievable pleasure ran through her loins as the thick rubber object stroked up inside her, sliding deeper and deeper, stretching her wide.
Her honeyed pussy lips squirmed around the serrated end of the vibrator, and she could feel all ten and a half inches of it purring inside her, making the squirming, satiny walls of her inner pussy explode with pleasure.
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!” Police Chief Farrell muttered hoarsely.
He began to pump the artificial pecker in and out of his daughter’s wet pink cunny, watching with glittering gray eyes as the thick rubber vibrator spread the rosy petals of Glenda’s labia and disappeared inside her again and again.
Glenda’s cunt juices trickled copiously, saturating the vibrator, making it gleam. Moist suctioning sounds came from the point where her swollen twat milked around the thick, thrusting object.
Glenda began bucking with her hips, moaning feverishly as she was drenched in hedonistic ecstasy. The strong ropes dug into the flesh of her wrists and ankles, adding to the illicit sensations which flooded her.
“I think you need something bigger up there, slut!” Rupert Farrell announced huskily as he pulled the vibrator out of her with a moist popping sound.
He switched it off, tossing the white dildo onto a chair. He was panting hard. His hairy chest heaved, and his muscles flexed masterfully.
His rigid erection thrust potently into the air, throbbing with desire, leaking a glistening bead of pre-come. He scrambled down between Glenda’s forcibly spread legs, planting one hand on the sheets beside her waist and gripping hold of his dong with the other.
He slapped Glenda’s warm, wet cunny with his prick a few times, lewdly rubbing the fat, gooey knob over her buttery pussy lips and sleek inner thighs. He edged his penis forward, lodging its crown in the squirming opening of Glenda’s hot vulva.
The buttery heat of his daughter’s velvet-soft cunny around his dick-head made the rugged cop groan aloud with bestial excitement. Hot blood pounded in his temples as savage lust scorched his senses.
“Feel it, baby! Feel Daddy’s big, hard cock slidin’ up your hot CUNT!” Police Chief Farrell rasped huskily.
He snapped his hips forward, driving several inches of his wrist-thick dong up Glenda’s silken fuck-furrow. Glenda’s body jerked and she uttered a choked shriek of ecstasy, digging her teeth into his BVDs.
Rupert moaned as he felt the molten suction of her tight twat around his member. He rocked his hips, stirring his cock in her heavenly love-pouch. Then he began to fuck hard.
He pumped all eleven inches of his massive truncheon up her squirming snatch. His thick pubic hairs rubbed against Glenda’s buttery cunt lips. Rupert slowly churned his hips from side to side, making his pecker expand and pulsate proudly against the tender, clinging walls of her oven-hot vagina.
“Hot fuckin’ PUSSY!” Rupert grunted through clenched teeth.
He plunged in and out of her, his hairy ass humping up and down. His beefy belly smacked against Glenda’s tummy rhythmically, and hoarse groans rumbled in the Police Chief’s throat as he stroked in and out of his red-haired daughter’s sweet cunny.
“Like that, slut? Yeah! You like having your tight cunt rammed full of big, thick horse-meat! Uh huh! Feel me fuckin’ you, slut! Yeah! YEAH!” Rupert panted thickly as he pounded into her, making the bed springs creak and moan in protest. “Teach you a lesson, bitch! Teach you to respect your father and the law! Gonna make you my hot fuckin’ sex-slave, cunt! Oh, Y-YEAH! Take it, girl! TAKE IT!”
He was really socking it to her now, heaving back so that all but the head of his bull-meat squelched free from the molten glove of her cunt, then thrusting forward roughly, lodging his dong to the hilt inside her. He was nearly knocking the breath from his daughter’s lungs each time he fucked into her.
Glenda gurgled and writhed, searing jolts of ecstasy strobing through her bucking, trussed up body. Her juicy snatch sucked greedily around the huge tool which pumped it full again and again. The savage friction of that heavy dick-pole against the tender walls of her vagina sent her hurtling into depths of molten ecstasy.
She was coming! Gloriously, violently… The white hot reverberations of liquid heat fanned through her gushing cunny and spread like a flash fire to all corners of her body, searing her nerve endings, making spots and colors dance and quiver behind her tear-dazzled eyes.
“Awwww, m-man! UNNNGH!” Police Chief Farrell roared hoarsely as he felt his girl’s juicy snatch go wild around his pounding sex-tool. “Y-Yeah! GET READY, BITCH! GET READY FOR DADDY’S HOT THICK LOAD! AAAAAAAAH!”
He threw back his head and roared in bestial rapture, ramming his bull-meat to the alls in her sopping cunt, his muscles flexing and quivering as he held himself deep inside her. Big, hot jets of man-scum blasted from his nuts, ricocheting up his fuck tubes, spraying in steamy gushes deep in Glenda’s hot hole.
The virile spurting of his sperm inside of her intensified the continuous explosions of her multiple orgasms, and she gurgled and shrieked through her gag, tossing her russet-hued tresses wildly from side to side. Her achingly sensitive cunny hungrily sucked around her father’s big, spitting tool.
“Got my rocks off good, bitch! Yeah!” Rupert Farrell muttered hoarsely, pulling his rugged prick out of Glenda’s sloppy twat. “Fucked my whore of a daughter real, real good… You got a hot cunt, babe. Hot cunt and a dirty mind. Gotta learn humility, you spoiled brat. Gotta learn to grovel!”
As he spoke, Police Chief Farrell rubbed his fingers all over Glenda’s juicy, dripping cunt, pinching and pulling at the bloated folds of her labia, pumping his fingers into her gaping, sucking fuckhole. He fondled her stupendous knockers with his free hand.
He turned his attention to those gorgeous globes of cream-white flesh, clamping his big paws around them and kneading them hard. His eyes blazed with excitement as he ogled Glenda’s ripe, silver dollar sized nubbins.
Growling, Rupert stooped down and clamped his drooling mouth around Glenda’s right tit, cramming her nipple and as much of the surrounding white tissue between his teeth as he could. He slurped on her titty greedily, slobbering all over it as he ran his long, hungry taster round and round the pebbly halo of her aureole.
He clamped his strong teeth around Glenda’s fat, throbbing nipple, biting into it, dragging it away from her boob and worrying it the way a dog worries a bone. Glenda shrieked in mingled pain and pleasure, arching her back and shuddering.
Rupert released her agonized nubbin and swooped down on its twin. He worked over his daughter’s hot tits to his heart’s content, polishing them with spit, leaving deep red tooth marks in the ivory white flesh.
Glenda’s nubbins were soon as red as cherries and sprouted outward almost an inch, blazing rivets of bitch heat. Police Chief Farrell made sure to pinch and twist the nipple he wasn’t sucking and chewing on.
Finally, he straightened up and climbed off the bed. Glenda flopped back, moaning hoarsely, erotic heat blazing through her swollen knockers.
She felt her father untying the bonds around her ankles. He gripped her stockinged gams and roughly pushed them forward, nearly doubling his daughter in two. Taking the ropes, he quickly lashed her ankles to the same bed posts her wrists were tied to. This twisted up Glenda’s body like a pretzel, and she felt cramped and utterly helpless.
Her big, creamy buns were fully exposed now, and her hot, dripping snatch yawned open like a wet pink clam. Breathing hard, Rupert Farrell regarded his daughter, sadistic excitement mounting in his loins.
Damn, it turned him on to have the buxom girl tied up like that in his bed, spread and helpless, twisted into that grotesque position! Lust spasmed through his virile balls.
He hadn’t lost his hardon, even though he’d just ejaculated a huge load up Glenda’s twat. In fact, he felt as if he could go on all night, dominating and abusing his sex-starved whore of a daughter, subjecting her to his macho power.
Police Chief Farrell reached over and grabbed hold of his black night stick. It was big and shiny with a leather strap. He slapped it against his palm a few times, eyeing Glenda’s buns hungrily.
Her buttocks were still striped with red lines from the whipping he’d administered with the riding crop. Now, he smacked his billy club against her squirming buns, making Glenda buck and scream through her gag.
“Gonna teach you to behave, girl! Yeah! You’re gonna learn humility! Feel this big, strong night stick against your ass, slut! Take THAT! Take THAT! And THAT!” Rupert snarled, swinging his billy club against her aching, exposed buns. “Yeah! Scream, bitch! Scream while I whip your butt! Now I’m gonna shove it up there, girl. I’m gonna fuck you with my big, thick night stick, baby! Gonna fuck it right up your tight bitch ASS!”
He punched the thick, blunt end of the black billy club between Glenda’s smarting buns. She whimpered and squirmed, her hazel eyes huge with fear as she gaped pleadingly up at her hairy brute of a father.
She felt the hard wooden club pressing against the tender rosette of her bunghole. Slowly, Rupert tightened his grip around the end of the night stick. His biceps bulged as he started to press forward with slow, deliberate force.
Gradually, her puckered anus started to squeeze open, spasming in protest as needles of sharp pain tore through the tender lining of Glenda’s tight sphincter muscle. Her eyes bulged and hoarse screams strangled in her throat as her father shoved forward viciously.
The huge club ripped up into her bowels, sliding deep inside of her. A fireball of mind-blistering pain and pleasure scorched through Glenda’s trussed up body. She shrieked and writhed against her bonds.
Her tender anus gaped into a huge, suckling “O” as her brutal father began to fuck the night club in and out of Glenda’s steamy bowels. Police Chief Farrell grunted harshly, his biceps bulging as he rammed his arm back and forth, sliding the thick club deep in his daughter’s guts again and again. Glenda shrieked through her gag, tossing her russet locks wildly from side to side as the excruciating jolts of agony and ecstasy tore through her.
“Yeah! Take it, slut! Take this big, masterful club way, way up your bitch ass! Feel the long arm of the law sockin’ it to you, slut! Feel my power! Feel my macho POWER!” Farrell panted savagely as he twisted the thick stick around inside her.
The dark, blinding pain was giving way to a molten, overpowering surge of almost hysterical bitch passion. Glenda’s trussed up body was heaving and wriggling as if she’d just stuck her finger in an electric socket.
The lips of her juicy snatch winked open and closed, bubbling with sluttish secretions. Each time her father rammed his wooden night stick deep in her bowels, Glenda screamed and gnashed at his bunched BVDs, a violent shock of masochistic pleasure echoing through her twat.
The heat kept on building, seething, boiling within her. Each muscular thrust of Police Chief Farrell’s beefy arm sent scorching flames through Glenda’s ass; and each time was more intense, more exquisite.
She was coming now, orgasming gloriously, lights and colors flashing and streaming behind Glenda’s sex-dazzled eyes. She sobbed brokenly, shuddering as the crashing waves of rapture seared her senses again and again.
“OK, bitch! Now it’s time to take your Daddy’s scum up your pink cunt pouch!” Rupert Farrell announced huskily as he pulled his night stick out of Glenda’s aching ass.
Panting hard, the hairy stud tossed the night stick aside and strode over to his dresser. He rummaged in a leather box on top of it, returning to the bed with two thick brass tie clasps.
Leaning forward, he squeezed the sharp teeth of the clasps open, yawning them around the rosy peaks of each of Glenda’s erect nipples. With a savage growl, he snapped the clasps closed, and they bit deeply into the tender nubbins, making them bloat outward like rip raisins.
Had Glenda not been gagged by her Daddy’s smelly underpants, her scream would have resounded down Lothario Lane. Pain seared her jiggling boobs, making Glenda’s hot pussy vibrate with slavish need.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, bitch!” Rupert growled, scooting up behind her and clapping his hands around her aching buttocks.
He pushed his dong between her spread legs, and Glenda whimpered as he entered her, slowly sliding all eleven inches of it deep in her cunt. Rupert groaned, undulating his hips, digging his fingers into her butt cheeks, mauling at them as he began to pump hard.
His hard, sweaty loins beat a savage tattoo against Glenda’s quivering buns as he fucked his daughter’s tight wet cunny good and hard, grunting thickly as he socked it to her. It didn’t take very long. So charged up was the savage policeman that he couldn’t hold back his torrential load any longer.
Uttering a lusty roar, Rupert heaved forward hard, his horse-cock going off inside her like a fire hose.
The hot, thick squirts of her Daddy’s sperm in Glenda’s vagina made the bound buxom beauty writhe in ecstasy, coming right along with him…
The debauchery lasted until early in the morning. Glenda was sore for a week. She was sore when she arrived at JFK airport with an alligator skin valise and a cashier’s check for eight hundred dollars.
Glenda Farrell got hers, and she was determined to get it again…
Once a big fish from a little pond finds its way into a big pond, trauma occasionally results. This is what happened to spoiled, pretty Glenda Farrell when she came to the Big Apple.
She found a quaint little apartment on East 3rd Street for two hundred and fifty dollars a month. She went around to model agencies, at first with great confidence, and then with uncertainty.
Most of the places said she was too full-figured, too tall, “not exactly the right type”. It seemed that rail thin, ethereal, androgynous girls were all the rage that year, and this was not good news for the buxom red-head from Potter’s Bluff.
Glenda began to quickly run out of money. Rather than bother her father, she took various rather unpleasant jobs — waitress, cashier, and ultimately, topless dancer.
At the Hot Hot Hot Club (known to patrons as the Triple Hot Club), Glenda met a bunch of pretty bizarre people and fell in with a fast, loose crowd. She did coke and Ecstasy, the “designer drug”, and joined a few specialized sex clubs.
It was at one of these clubs, the Secret Society of the Gilded Lily, that Glenda first met Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle. The Baron was what one might call a colorful character.
He was a flamboyant, multi-millionaire playboy, the son of a man whose products now appear in virtually every household in the country. He was not really a Baron, and his name was not really Wilhelm von Brinkle. He was not even German.
But he had lived a colorful life. A giant of a man, he had been a star football linebacker at Princeton. He had turned to professional wrestling, and became quite a popular ring “villain” for many years. It was as a wrestler that he started to use the pseudonym, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle, and the name had stuck and was now legally his.
He tired of wrestling, and for a time managed a number of professional athletes. Then, he disappeared from the public eye. He was seen in all the best social sets, but no one quite new what it was he was doing with himself these days.
Actually, von Brinkle was prospering, in an illicit fashion. He had formed a huge club with chapters in forty-eight states. He began to shoot movies at his outrageous estate in Connecticut. The movies and the club were all concerned with the same thing — sexual bondage and domination, with sadomasochistic overtones.
The Secret Society of the Gilded Lily was a fairly tame S & M club which the Baron frequented in order to find new recruits for his bizarre games and movies. He zeroed in almost at once on Glenda Farrell, and fascinated her swiftly into submission…
Thus it was that one fine, clear September evening, Glenda was whisked out of New York City in a silver-gray limousine which sped into the countryside of Connecticut towards the Medieval castle the Baron von Brinkle had had constructed years before.
Glenda was highly excited about the evening. She had received a special, ornate invitation, embossed in flowery gold letters.
It read: Slave Girl Glenda Farrell Is Commanded To Appear At The Von Brinkle Castle On Monday, September 23rd. It was signed with the Baron’s flourishing signature.
She was dressed sexily for the occasion. She wore a red tube top — a thin tube of satin which did little other than cup the full, rounded orbs of her knockers. She also wore a white pleated mini-skirt, and her midriff was bared.
Her long, luscious gams were encased in flesh colored stockings, and she wore white shoes with six inch heels. Her flame red mane of hair foamed over her bared, smooth shoulders, framing the delicate oval of her gorgeous face. In short, Glenda Farrell looked fabulous.
The von Brinkle castle loomed like the set from an MGM historical film. It was a gray structure, with a real draw-bridge leading beyond the ten foot walls.
Her chauffeur was a sinister looking individual, and it was he who escorted her to the door of the castle. He was a huge, Neanderthalic person with a beefy, rugged face and small fishy green eyes and a toothy leer.
The door to the castle creaked open and a bizarrely clad, spectacularly beautiful maid stepped aside, ushering Glenda inside. The maid wore an apron and a white maid’s cap, net stockings and black high heels, and nothing else. She had huge, swaying knockers, and gold rings went through her fat, pierced nipples.
“Right this way, Miss Farrell,” the maid said crisply presenting her naked fanny as she led the way down a long hall lit by flaming torches.
They passed an opened doorway, and Glenda peered inside briefly. A mulatto wench was hanging by her hands from the wall, her wrists clamped together with iron manacles. A burly muscle-bound stud wearing a leather mask was whipping the naked wench with a cat-of-nine-tails, leaving long red welts across her back and buttocks, and eliciting piercing cries from the black girl’s full, grimacing lips.
The maid showed Glenda through a door, and before she shut it, said sweetly, “Please wait here, Miss Farrell. And please bathe in the pool while you wait.”
Glenda raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking around the room in wonder as the door clicked shut behind her. It was a cavernous room with coarse brick walls. There was a splendid swimming pool in the center of the gigantic room. The pool was shaped like a cock and balls, and the floor of the pool was inlaid with lewd mosaics of women being tortured and raped by men.
“Quaint,” Glenda muttered ironically as she disrobed.
There was a table with a goblet full of shimmering, ruby-hued liquid. Glenda picked it up and sipped the mysterious elixir. It tasted delightfully sweet, with a faint, slightly acrid aftertaste. She found herself greedily gulping it down.
And as she stepped into the luke warm waters of the shallow pool, Glenda felt a delicious, dizzying heat start to swim through her veins, making her vision glow and her head shimmer. What the heck was in that drink, anyway?
As she swam through the clear waters, Glenda felt the sensations intensifying. She felt as if she were floating, embryonically, in a cosmic sea of sensual experience.
Her nipples hardened. Her twat contracted. Carnal desire knotted in her loins, and she mewled softly, loving the erotic feel of warm water on her naked flesh.
Dreamily, she waded out of the pool. The huge domed room was lit by a half-ring of torches which adorned one granite wall, casting a rosy, flickering light that made everything look lurid and bright.
She turned to look at the other wall, and a tremulous surge of illicit excitement welled up within her. The wall was dark and ugly and corrugated. It was covered with heavy iron manacles and chains and bizarre wood and steel and rubber and leather contraptions which looked as if they served a sinister purpose.
The door crashed open and Glenda whirled around. A quite bizarre procession entered the room. At its head was none other than Baron von Brinkle himself. He was instantly recognizable, though he wore a black eye mask.
Baron von Brinkle was a huge individual. Six foot five, two hundred and eighty pounds of meaty muscle, in fact. His bullet-shaped head was bald as an egg. He had thick, bushy eyebrows and hot brown eyes.
A moustache and a full beard adorned his lower face, and his mouth was wide and sensual with glittering pearl white teeth. His thick, bull-like neck connected with a pair of incredibly broad shoulders.
His arms were long and powerful, with bulging biceps and ropy bands of quivering sinew. Lats stood away from his chest magnificently, giving his torso the shape of a threatening cobra.
His pecs were beefy hills, covered densely with black, wiry hairs. His furry stomach was washboard rippling, and his thighs were tremendous.
Now, Baron wore a long scarlet cape, fastened at the throat by a gold scarab. He wore thick leather boots which came up to his knees. A novel belt, five inches thick, made of hand-tooled leather, surrounded his narrow waist.
This belt had wide pockets, and various things were stuffed into each of these — sundry items, such as whips, dildos, and the like.
He wore black leather gloves, too. But besides this odd ensemble, the big, muscle-bound guy was naked as the day he was born.
His equine member swung massively over a positively huge set of low-hanging testicles. Yes, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle was hung like the proverbial stallion!
The Baron was followed by three other persons. First was Ian, the hulking chauffeur. He was buck naked and outrageously well-endowed. His eyes were wild and he looked like a slavering beast without much intellect.
Then, there was the maid, whose name was Maude. Maude still wore that fun little apron and maid’s cap and high heels, and her big pointy boobs stood out like torpedoes with red noses.
Finally, there was the enormous, muscle-bound brute with the black leather mask who had been beating the poor chained black woman ten minutes earlier.
Wilhelm clapped his hands thunderously, his eyes flashing majestically behind the slits of his black velvet mask. Immediately, Maude stepped forward, her sharp heels clicking on the cold stone floor.
She spoke in a loud, ringing voice, her almond-shaped blue-green eyes searing into Glenda like lasers. Glenda felt as if she were riveted to the spot hypnotically.
“You filthy, lowly wench, you have come here to see if you deserve to become part of the Baron’s harem,” Maude said. “Do you accept the challenge, or do you want to go creeping back into your hole like the cringing worm you are? Speak! And be respectful!”
“Yes, I accept the challenge,” Glenda said, and her heart thrilled with wanton excitement.
Baron von Brinkle clapped his hands together again sharply, and his rich baritone boomed and echoed through the room.
“Prepare the slut for the ritual!” he roared, his eyes flashing.
Things seemed to grow cloudy and ethereal for Glenda. She was aware of a warm buzzing, of shimmering colors and shapes, of rough hands touching her, pulling her, moving her. And she felt like an innocent babe, her destiny wholly controlled by others, floating in that innocence with sensual grace.
When the clouds lifted, she was crouching on a cold stone bench. Her body leaned forward, and her head passed through a hole in a pair of boards which were clamped and locked together. It was an old-fashioned stocks, and it thoroughly incapacitated the buxom red-head.
Glenda’s arms were twisted behind her back. Tight ropes were twisted and tied around her wrists and hands so she could hardly move them at all.
Her legs straddled the cold stone bench, and her ankles were clamped with iron manacles connected to the floor. Her boobs ached, and she slowly realized that tight ropes were trussed around the swollen gourds of her knockers, twisting into them cruelly.
Maude swayed up in front of her, smiling lasciviously. The buxom maid now had tit clamps screwed onto each of her fat, elongated nipples, digging into them cruelly. The pain made her eyes bright and a little crazy.
The maid slowly undid her apron and it fluttered to the ground. The hot, moist hill of her muff glittered in the torch light, two feet from Glenda’s flushed face.
A thick mane of silky black hair fringed Maude’s hot twat. The pulpy lips of her labia were rose pink and dewy. Glenda could see the erect clove of the girl’s clitoris, pulsing with lewd, feminine excitement.
Maude squatted down in front of Glenda. Cupping her huge, milky hoobs, the maid teasingly waved them in Glenda’s face.
“Lick her nipples, you dirty slut!” the Baron von Brinkle’s deep, booming voice echoed through the room and white hot pain lashed through Glenda’s buttocks Glenda shrieked in shock, her hazel eyes bulging. Behind her, the muscular bald man stood with his legs planted wide apart.
He held a long black snake whip, the braided lash still sizzling from the first cut across Glenda’s smarting ass. Wilhelm’s huge pecker was rapidly filling out, rearing up like an elephant’s trunk as sadistic lust spilled through the dark honeycomb of his senses.
His bull-meat surged angrily at a forty-five degree angle in the air as he grunted and swung his arm once more, cracking the cruel lash across Glenda’s buns once more. This action crisscrossed the first red mark with a second, and elicited a musical scream from the agonized red-head.
Glenda was licking frantically, rolling her pink taster over each of Maude’s ripe, pierced nipples, polishing the gold rings, tasting the silky perfume of the other girl’s titties.
Maude cooed in bitch pleasure, pushing each ripe nubbin between Glenda’s puckered, suckling lips. Then, Maude rose up, framing the bushy “V” of her cunt with her fingers, spreading apart the fleshy lips of her labia.
“Now! Tongue her twat, girl! Tongue her juicy twat GOOD!” the Baron von Brinkle bellowed, slicing the whip across Glenda’s tortured rear end once more.
Glenda shrieked in agony and ecstasy, her pussy gushing with masochistic delight. She hysterically buried her face between Maude’s musky thighs.
The hot, slick flesh of the other woman’s juicy cunt mashed and rubbed all over Glenda’s face, giving off incredible heat. Glenda forked her drooling taster up inside the silky pocket of Maude’s sex, frigging it in and out, savoring Maude’s love lotion.
Maude uttered deep-throated groans of pleasure, rotating her hips, fingering her swollen, pierced nipples as she bumped her box energetically against Glenda’s face.
“Ooooooh, yeeees, suck my pussy! Suck my ripe, juicy PUSSY! AAAAAAAH!” Maude moaned hoarsely, tossing her head wildly from side to side.
Panting thickly, Baron von Brinkle tossed aside the sizzling whip. His huge, muscular body was soaked with sweat. His over-sized whanger thrashed the air with bestial fury.
Clapping his hands thunderously, the bearded brute exclaimed boldly, “Ian! Do your duty!”
The ugly, animalistic chauffeur lumbered forward, leering lasciviously. His cock was just as long and thick as his master’s, lurching aggressively from a thick thatch of reddish brown hairs.
Ian came up behind Maude. He was holding a long, tapering birch rod. Gripping it in one beefy paw, the simian chauffeur grunted hungrily as he started to swing it with brute force, slicing the birch rod again and again across Maude’s rounded, milk-white bum.
Maude’s piercing, quavering screams echoed through the cavernous room like demented music. But her agonized screams were screams of pure masochistic pleasure.
She did not try to pull away from the brute’s lashing rod. Rather, she arched her back and wiggled her blazing buns, almost begging for the savage lashing she was receiving.
Her hot, juicy cunt spasmed violently around Glenda’s lips and probing tongue, gushing with unctuous libations. The lust-maddened maid was gnashing her teeth and rolling her eyes. She was twisting convulsively at the gold rings which pierced her aching nipples. She was in seventh heaven. Or rather, seventh hell, if there is such a place…
Baron von Brinkle strode up behind Glenda, perusing her red-striped buttocks with glittering black eyes. His bull-meat twitched sadistically as he clapped both of his huge, ham-like hands across her stinging buns.
He rubbed his mighty dong against her warm, quivering ass crack. Gripping his horse-tool by the root, Wilhelm directed it up between Glenda’s legs, lifting her off the cold stone bench with his hands clenching into her blazing buttocks.
Glenda gave a muffled sob into Maude’s spasming, streaming snatch. Glenda could feel the fat, fist-like knob of von Brinkle’s meaty member prodding her anus.
She felt his strong hands tighten their grip around her middle. Baron von Brinkle growled savagely, tensing his mighty muscles and gritting his teeth.
His pelvis whipped forward as his fingers dug into waist cruelly. Glenda’s wet pink cunny popped wide open as his wrist-thick tube steak pumped right up inside.
Glenda’s eyes snapped open and she gave a muffled scream, sticking her tongue all the way up Maude’s juicy, suctioning pussy. She nearly passed out as she felt Wilhelm’s hairy, muscled thighs clap vigorously against her aching buns.
Her swollen, quaking cunny lips sucked warmly around the bulging root of Wilhelm’s manhood. The Baron groaned huskily, swiveling his hips, churning his tube steak around in the hot, moist pocket of Glenda’s twat.
Snarling savagely, the rich sadist began to fuck Glenda hard. His hard-muscled buttocks pounded vigorously back and forth as he stuffed his gigantic dong in Glenda’s love-glove time and time again.
His hefty gonads swung pendulously back and forth, colliding with Glenda’s tummy each time Wilhelm fucked up to the root inside her. And with each lusty thrust, the beefy Baron clapped his hands down smartly across the girl’s buttocks, wrenching and twisting at the plump, resilient flesh there, making it burn an angry red.
“Yeah, whore! Yeah! Feel your master’s big fat dick fuckin’ you good! Lap that twat, slut! Lap it up while I ram my meat up your juicy cunt good and HARD!” bellowed Wilhelm hoarsely.
Maude’s shrieks were growing louder and shriller, and she was nearly smothering Glenda in the pulpy folds of her spasming cunt. Maude’s fingers twisted and wrenched in tangling tresses of Glenda’s hair, bringing tears to the bound beauty’s eyes.
Glenda rolled her long, silk-soft licker up and down the greasy petals of Maude’s oscillating snatch. She ferreted out the bloated bead of the buxom maid’s clitoris.
As Glenda started to strum Maude’s love bud, twirling her taster tip skillfully round and round its greasy tip, Maude went absolutely wild. She arched her back, screaming till she was hoarse, nearly wrenching off her nipples in the savage fury of her passion.
Her body bucked and convulsed each time Ian laid into her with the sizzling birch rod.
“AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!” screamed Maude. “I… I AM C-CUUUUUUMING!”
And she was, too! Her hot, twitching cunny overflowed with honeyed feminine secretions which fountained into Glenda’s gulping, slurping mouth, saturating her probing tongue, trickling down the red-head’s flushed cheeks.
Deep within her, Glenda felt something building to searing intensity inside of her. The Baron’s enormous hardon was slicing into her with savage force, pummeling her wide-stretched vagina like a punching bag turned inside out.
“Awwww yeah! AWWWW YEEEAH! Gonna lose my load up this whore-bitch novice! GONNA SHOOT MY BIG FUCKIN’ LOAD! AAAAAAARRRRGH!!” shouted Wilhelm von Brinkle triumphantly, swinging his bald head from side to side as he pounded into Glenda with pile driver strokes.
He shuddered, his muscles flexing massively as he rammed his tool up Glenda’s cunt one last time, squeezing and wrenching at her throbbing ass cheeks as he started to ejaculate. Glenda felt hot, thick bullets of man-sperm blast from his jerking prick again and again.
The thick spurting seed triggered her own mind-drenching orgasm. She screamed shrilly, bucking and writhing, her neck twisting painfully against the wooden boards which confined it, her fingers opening and closing behind her back as the ropes dug cruelly into her wrists.
She sank into a dizzy, druggy stupor, and again everything was a dim haze, full of whispers and tremulous sensations. She kept going in and out of this dreamy state of semi-hallucination.
At one point, she found herself sucking Ian’s huge cock. It was punching down her gurgling, gasping throat, and his huge, hairy balls whacked roughly against her chin again and again.
As his roar pierced her ears and his hot, thick sperm sprayed all over her face and into her gasping open mouth, Glenda slowly sank back into the abyss of oblivion…
The next thing she was aware of was Maude positioned behind her. The buxom maid had a huge black dildo strapped around her waist. Maude pushed the greased-up knob of the rubber phallus between Glenda’s lacerated buttocks and prodded her bunghole.
A brief surge of searing pain shot through Glenda’s bowels as Maude pumped the dildo to the root in the red-head’s tormented ass. Then, as Maude began to buck back and forth, sliding the rubber dong rapidly in and out of Glenda’s spasming guts, dark, warm ripples of primitive pleasure spilled through Glenda’s body, making her moan feebly with bitch delight.
“Yeah! Ram that rubber dick up the slut’s ass! Fuck her ass GOOD, Maude!” bellowed the Baron, and there was the crack of a whip, followed by Maude’s blood-curdling screams.
Glenda felt orgasms flowering through her intensely, again and again, searing her senses, and as Maude staggered back, the dildo popping out of Glenda’s guts, the drugged red-head sank back into her dreamy state of semi-consciousness.
She felt herself being pulled about and manhandled and dragged around. Then everything seemed wildly distorted and topsy turvy, and there was a cold, chafing pain around her ankles and her blood flushed to her face.
She opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly. Everything was upside down! The Baron, his bull meat throbbing massively two feet from her face, was upside down. So was Maude, who stood beside him, moaning as she jabbed a vibrator in and out of her cunny. And so was Ian who was grinning like an idiot as he stared at Glenda and pulled his schlong.
Glenda was chained to the wall, upside down. Heavy metal manacles surrounded her ankles, splaying her legs wide apart. Ropes lashed her feet to the manacles even more securely.
“Suck this, wench!” the Baron growled.
He stepped up to her, falling to his knees and slapping his over-sized sex-tool back and forth across Glenda’s face.
Glenda gurgled. And then she opened her mouth…
She loved the hot, pungent scent of her father’s crotch. Shuddering, she ran her rose pink tongue in long, wet licks up and down the sturdy shaft of his eleven inches of horse-cock.
She twined her taster around the bloated, twitching tube steak, purring sluttishly as she curled her sulky lips around the fat, blunt cock-crown, taking it in her mouth. She was trembling in excitement as she milked on the pulpy dick-knob.
Her jaws strained slowly apart in order to accommodate the mammoth dimensions of her father’s manhood. Slowly, she suckled her way down the thick, veiny shaft, curling her licker in a delectable trough beneath his throbbing member.
“Suck it! Suck it, bitch! Y-Yeah! Take Daddy’s meat deep in your throat! AAAWWWW, YYEEEAH!” growled Rupert thickly.
He was jerking on the end of the tie which was looped around her slender swan-like neck. Her big knockers wobbled against her knees.
Glenda made choked gurgling, gasping sounds as she forced her Daddy’s king-sized dong into her hot, tight throat. Tears streamed from her eyes and her senses whirled from lack of oxygen.
She took it all, a wild flurry of primal heat exploding through her zaftig body as inch after meaty inch of Rupert Farrell’s bull-cock speared down her gurgling gullet. Soon, her rounded, raspberry pink lips were milking moistly at the wrist-sized root of her Daddy’s prick.
Her upturned little button of a nose was jammed into his sweaty pubes. His greasy nuts nudged lewdly against her chin.
Rupert let go of the tie and clamped his big paws around his daughter’s head in a vise-like grip. Grunting thickly, he started to slam her head roughly up and down, heaving forward with his hips as he fucked Glenda’s velvety, gurgling throat with brute force.
Glenda gagged and whimpered, her eyes bugging out, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could hardly breathe! She managed to inhale through her nose when her father’s squarish dick-crown popped out of her aching throat, but he almost immediately pumped it down to the root once more.
“Suck, slut! SUCK! Milk my big fuckin’ COCK, you dirty CUNT!” Rupert Farrell roared, specks of saliva flying from the corners of his lips.
Roughly, he dragged back her head by the hair, his bull-meat squelching out of her groaning mouth and snapping up rigidly against his beefy belly. He fisted his manhood with his free hand, and used it like a whip, smacking the sides of his daughter’s fist with his raging hardon, rubbing the fat, greasy knob all over her mewling red lips, smearing them with pre-come.
“Get down on Daddy’s balls, girl!” Police Chief Farrell commanded. “Lick those big fuckin’ bull balls GOOD!”
Glenda gave a muffled squawk as he mashed her face into the greasy, wrinkly folds of his scumbag. Shuddering, the buxom red-head opened her mouth, wrapping her warm lips around each of the bloated, egg-shaped nuggets, milking them gently, sliding her taster back and forth along the underside of his scrotum.
“Yeah! YEAH! Do it, girl! Lap Daddy’s nuts! Awwww, f-fuck, that’s GOOD!” Farrell groaned hoarsely, jacking his cock.
Kicking his legs, he managed to pull his feet out of his boots and pants. His fingers still twisted in Glenda’s russet-hued tresses, Rupert swung his beefy legs over each of the arms of the chair.
This action pulled his hairy, beefy rump into view. Glenda was still licking and suckling his huge balls, mewling softly, the coarse hairs of his crotch tickling her nose.
“Get down and suck your father’s asshole, girl!” Rupert Farrell roared in ringing tones. “Rim that butt-hole clean!”
He grunted with animalistic delight as Glenda gladly buried her pretty face between the furry, muscled slabs of her father’s buttocks.
The pungent heat of Police Chief Farrell’s ass seared Glenda’s senses. She moaned, poking out her tongue, sliding it up and down his deep, greasy ass crack.
Greedily, she ferreted out the taut, puckered bud of his anus. She lapped it slavishly, feeling it quiver in delight. She plunged her tongue right up her father’s ass, and Rupert bellowed his approval.
“AWWWWWW!! Y-YEEEAH! Eat out my ass, slut! Get that tongue way up there! AAAAAAH!” he moaned thickly, pumping his hefty schlong in a frenzy of bestial passion.
Suddenly, he pushed her away from him, panting hard as he sprang to his feet. He kicked her in the side, knocking her over.
“Get up, slut! Get over to that bed! Pronto!” roared Rupert.
Glenda staggered to her feet, whimpering feebly as she rushed over to the bed and flopped face down upon it, trembling with girlish anticipation. Rupert strode up to her and roughly flipped her over on her back.
He held the key to the cuffs in one hand. He unlocked the cuffs swiftly and tossed them aside.
“Now!” he commanded harshly. “Lie on the bed with your arms and legs spreadeagled! Do it, whore! Now!”
He slapped one of her bouncy tits hard as he spoke. Glenda squealed in delighted pain and sprang into subservient action. She threw out her arms and legs, panting nervously as she stared up at her hairy stud of a father.
Rupert took one of the new lengths of rope Glenda had given him and grabbed Glenda’s right ankle. Swiftly, he tied her foot to the bed post. Moving rapidly, the muscle bound Police Chief strapped his buxom teenaged daughter’s hands and feet to each of the bed posts, rendering her absolutely immobile.
The bonds cut into her tender white flesh. The feeling filled her with incredible delight, voluptuous delight which burned through her, making her moan and cry out.
Grabbing up his musky BVDs, Rupert leaned forward and stuffed them into Glenda’s mouth. He quickly tied a length of rope around her head, knotting it between her teeth to keep his make-shift gag in place.
Squatting between her legs, Rupert tugged and tore savagely at her frilly, lace-covered corset. It was easy to remove, and in a few moments, he tossed the discarded garment aside and stared down at his naked daughter with blazing, lust-heated gray eyes.
Glenda still wore her stockings and high heels. Spread out like that, with ropes around her limbs, with his undershorts stuffed in her mouth, tied there with more rope, she looked incredibly hot!
Police Chief Farrell felt savage power and lust rip through him as he stared at her. Yes, the hot fucking whore was at his mercy! He had her in his total power! His own beautiful, stacked slut of a daughter…
“Yeah, bitch! Spread and bound for Daddy! You’re gonna get yours now, Glenda, baby!” Police Chief Farrell muttered thickly.
He picked up the big white vibrator and twisted the base. It purred into action, reverberating against his calloused fingers.
He placed the tip of it against the hollow of Glenda’s neck and slowly, teasingly, moved it downward, sliding it over each of his daughter’s mountainous breasts. He rotated the pulsing knob over Glenda’s fat, ripe nipples, and the vibrations made Glenda squirm and gurgle with sluttish pleasure.
She moaned through the gag as she felt her father slowly draw the rubber phallus down her stomach. Her hot twat quivered with anticipation as he lightly brushed the throbbing object against the insides of her tender, smooth-shaven thighs.
Ecstasy seared Glenda’s lower body as Rupert started to run the vibrator over the juicy petals of her labia. She arched her back convulsively, shuddering and twitching, opening and closing her fingers spasmodically as rapture tore in almost agonizing waves through her supple loins.
Police Chief Farrell twirled the tip of the throbbing rubber phallus over her sensitized clitoris. Glenda really went wild were her Daddy did this. Her loud screams were muffled by her father’s sweaty underpants, and Glenda tossed her mane of flame-red hair violently from side to side as ecstasy scorched her twat.
“Yeah! You got a hot fuckin’ pussy, don’t ya, slut?” Rupert snarled. “Hot and wet! Ready to be fucked! I’m gonna work that pussy good, Princess! Daddy’s gonna fuck you GOOD!”
Glenda sobbed brokenly as she felt him slowly insert the quivering vibrator into her suctioning vagina. Ripples of unbelievable pleasure ran through her loins as the thick rubber object stroked up inside her, sliding deeper and deeper, stretching her wide.
Her honeyed pussy lips squirmed around the serrated end of the vibrator, and she could feel all ten and a half inches of it purring inside her, making the squirming, satiny walls of her inner pussy explode with pleasure.
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!” Police Chief Farrell muttered hoarsely.
He began to pump the artificial pecker in and out of his daughter’s wet pink cunny, watching with glittering gray eyes as the thick rubber vibrator spread the rosy petals of Glenda’s labia and disappeared inside her again and again.
Glenda’s cunt juices trickled copiously, saturating the vibrator, making it gleam. Moist suctioning sounds came from the point where her swollen twat milked around the thick, thrusting object.
Glenda began bucking with her hips, moaning feverishly as she was drenched in hedonistic ecstasy. The strong ropes dug into the flesh of her wrists and ankles, adding to the illicit sensations which flooded her.
“I think you need something bigger up there, slut!” Rupert Farrell announced huskily as he pulled the vibrator out of her with a moist popping sound.
He switched it off, tossing the white dildo onto a chair. He was panting hard. His hairy chest heaved, and his muscles flexed masterfully.
His rigid erection thrust potently into the air, throbbing with desire, leaking a glistening bead of pre-come. He scrambled down between Glenda’s forcibly spread legs, planting one hand on the sheets beside her waist and gripping hold of his dong with the other.
He slapped Glenda’s warm, wet cunny with his prick a few times, lewdly rubbing the fat, gooey knob over her buttery pussy lips and sleek inner thighs. He edged his penis forward, lodging its crown in the squirming opening of Glenda’s hot vulva.
The buttery heat of his daughter’s velvet-soft cunny around his dick-head made the rugged cop groan aloud with bestial excitement. Hot blood pounded in his temples as savage lust scorched his senses.
“Feel it, baby! Feel Daddy’s big, hard cock slidin’ up your hot CUNT!” Police Chief Farrell rasped huskily.
He snapped his hips forward, driving several inches of his wrist-thick dong up Glenda’s silken fuck-furrow. Glenda’s body jerked and she uttered a choked shriek of ecstasy, digging her teeth into his BVDs.
Rupert moaned as he felt the molten suction of her tight twat around his member. He rocked his hips, stirring his cock in her heavenly love-pouch. Then he began to fuck hard.
He pumped all eleven inches of his massive truncheon up her squirming snatch. His thick pubic hairs rubbed against Glenda’s buttery cunt lips. Rupert slowly churned his hips from side to side, making his pecker expand and pulsate proudly against the tender, clinging walls of her oven-hot vagina.
“Hot fuckin’ PUSSY!” Rupert grunted through clenched teeth.
He plunged in and out of her, his hairy ass humping up and down. His beefy belly smacked against Glenda’s tummy rhythmically, and hoarse groans rumbled in the Police Chief’s throat as he stroked in and out of his red-haired daughter’s sweet cunny.
“Like that, slut? Yeah! You like having your tight cunt rammed full of big, thick horse-meat! Uh huh! Feel me fuckin’ you, slut! Yeah! YEAH!” Rupert panted thickly as he pounded into her, making the bed springs creak and moan in protest. “Teach you a lesson, bitch! Teach you to respect your father and the law! Gonna make you my hot fuckin’ sex-slave, cunt! Oh, Y-YEAH! Take it, girl! TAKE IT!”
He was really socking it to her now, heaving back so that all but the head of his bull-meat squelched free from the molten glove of her cunt, then thrusting forward roughly, lodging his dong to the hilt inside her. He was nearly knocking the breath from his daughter’s lungs each time he fucked into her.
Glenda gurgled and writhed, searing jolts of ecstasy strobing through her bucking, trussed up body. Her juicy snatch sucked greedily around the huge tool which pumped it full again and again. The savage friction of that heavy dick-pole against the tender walls of her vagina sent her hurtling into depths of molten ecstasy.
She was coming! Gloriously, violently… The white hot reverberations of liquid heat fanned through her gushing cunny and spread like a flash fire to all corners of her body, searing her nerve endings, making spots and colors dance and quiver behind her tear-dazzled eyes.
“Awwww, m-man! UNNNGH!” Police Chief Farrell roared hoarsely as he felt his girl’s juicy snatch go wild around his pounding sex-tool. “Y-Yeah! GET READY, BITCH! GET READY FOR DADDY’S HOT THICK LOAD! AAAAAAAAH!”
He threw back his head and roared in bestial rapture, ramming his bull-meat to the alls in her sopping cunt, his muscles flexing and quivering as he held himself deep inside her. Big, hot jets of man-scum blasted from his nuts, ricocheting up his fuck tubes, spraying in steamy gushes deep in Glenda’s hot hole.
The virile spurting of his sperm inside of her intensified the continuous explosions of her multiple orgasms, and she gurgled and shrieked through her gag, tossing her russet-hued tresses wildly from side to side. Her achingly sensitive cunny hungrily sucked around her father’s big, spitting tool.
“Got my rocks off good, bitch! Yeah!” Rupert Farrell muttered hoarsely, pulling his rugged prick out of Glenda’s sloppy twat. “Fucked my whore of a daughter real, real good… You got a hot cunt, babe. Hot cunt and a dirty mind. Gotta learn humility, you spoiled brat. Gotta learn to grovel!”
As he spoke, Police Chief Farrell rubbed his fingers all over Glenda’s juicy, dripping cunt, pinching and pulling at the bloated folds of her labia, pumping his fingers into her gaping, sucking fuckhole. He fondled her stupendous knockers with his free hand.
He turned his attention to those gorgeous globes of cream-white flesh, clamping his big paws around them and kneading them hard. His eyes blazed with excitement as he ogled Glenda’s ripe, silver dollar sized nubbins.
Growling, Rupert stooped down and clamped his drooling mouth around Glenda’s right tit, cramming her nipple and as much of the surrounding white tissue between his teeth as he could. He slurped on her titty greedily, slobbering all over it as he ran his long, hungry taster round and round the pebbly halo of her aureole.
He clamped his strong teeth around Glenda’s fat, throbbing nipple, biting into it, dragging it away from her boob and worrying it the way a dog worries a bone. Glenda shrieked in mingled pain and pleasure, arching her back and shuddering.
Rupert released her agonized nubbin and swooped down on its twin. He worked over his daughter’s hot tits to his heart’s content, polishing them with spit, leaving deep red tooth marks in the ivory white flesh.
Glenda’s nubbins were soon as red as cherries and sprouted outward almost an inch, blazing rivets of bitch heat. Police Chief Farrell made sure to pinch and twist the nipple he wasn’t sucking and chewing on.
Finally, he straightened up and climbed off the bed. Glenda flopped back, moaning hoarsely, erotic heat blazing through her swollen knockers.
She felt her father untying the bonds around her ankles. He gripped her stockinged gams and roughly pushed them forward, nearly doubling his daughter in two. Taking the ropes, he quickly lashed her ankles to the same bed posts her wrists were tied to. This twisted up Glenda’s body like a pretzel, and she felt cramped and utterly helpless.
Her big, creamy buns were fully exposed now, and her hot, dripping snatch yawned open like a wet pink clam. Breathing hard, Rupert Farrell regarded his daughter, sadistic excitement mounting in his loins.
Damn, it turned him on to have the buxom girl tied up like that in his bed, spread and helpless, twisted into that grotesque position! Lust spasmed through his virile balls.
He hadn’t lost his hardon, even though he’d just ejaculated a huge load up Glenda’s twat. In fact, he felt as if he could go on all night, dominating and abusing his sex-starved whore of a daughter, subjecting her to his macho power.
Police Chief Farrell reached over and grabbed hold of his black night stick. It was big and shiny with a leather strap. He slapped it against his palm a few times, eyeing Glenda’s buns hungrily.
Her buttocks were still striped with red lines from the whipping he’d administered with the riding crop. Now, he smacked his billy club against her squirming buns, making Glenda buck and scream through her gag.
“Gonna teach you to behave, girl! Yeah! You’re gonna learn humility! Feel this big, strong night stick against your ass, slut! Take THAT! Take THAT! And THAT!” Rupert snarled, swinging his billy club against her aching, exposed buns. “Yeah! Scream, bitch! Scream while I whip your butt! Now I’m gonna shove it up there, girl. I’m gonna fuck you with my big, thick night stick, baby! Gonna fuck it right up your tight bitch ASS!”
He punched the thick, blunt end of the black billy club between Glenda’s smarting buns. She whimpered and squirmed, her hazel eyes huge with fear as she gaped pleadingly up at her hairy brute of a father.
She felt the hard wooden club pressing against the tender rosette of her bunghole. Slowly, Rupert tightened his grip around the end of the night stick. His biceps bulged as he started to press forward with slow, deliberate force.
Gradually, her puckered anus started to squeeze open, spasming in protest as needles of sharp pain tore through the tender lining of Glenda’s tight sphincter muscle. Her eyes bulged and hoarse screams strangled in her throat as her father shoved forward viciously.
The huge club ripped up into her bowels, sliding deep inside of her. A fireball of mind-blistering pain and pleasure scorched through Glenda’s trussed up body. She shrieked and writhed against her bonds.
Her tender anus gaped into a huge, suckling “O” as her brutal father began to fuck the night club in and out of Glenda’s steamy bowels. Police Chief Farrell grunted harshly, his biceps bulging as he rammed his arm back and forth, sliding the thick club deep in his daughter’s guts again and again. Glenda shrieked through her gag, tossing her russet locks wildly from side to side as the excruciating jolts of agony and ecstasy tore through her.
“Yeah! Take it, slut! Take this big, masterful club way, way up your bitch ass! Feel the long arm of the law sockin’ it to you, slut! Feel my power! Feel my macho POWER!” Farrell panted savagely as he twisted the thick stick around inside her.
The dark, blinding pain was giving way to a molten, overpowering surge of almost hysterical bitch passion. Glenda’s trussed up body was heaving and wriggling as if she’d just stuck her finger in an electric socket.
The lips of her juicy snatch winked open and closed, bubbling with sluttish secretions. Each time her father rammed his wooden night stick deep in her bowels, Glenda screamed and gnashed at his bunched BVDs, a violent shock of masochistic pleasure echoing through her twat.
The heat kept on building, seething, boiling within her. Each muscular thrust of Police Chief Farrell’s beefy arm sent scorching flames through Glenda’s ass; and each time was more intense, more exquisite.
She was coming now, orgasming gloriously, lights and colors flashing and streaming behind Glenda’s sex-dazzled eyes. She sobbed brokenly, shuddering as the crashing waves of rapture seared her senses again and again.
“OK, bitch! Now it’s time to take your Daddy’s scum up your pink cunt pouch!” Rupert Farrell announced huskily as he pulled his night stick out of Glenda’s aching ass.
Panting hard, the hairy stud tossed the night stick aside and strode over to his dresser. He rummaged in a leather box on top of it, returning to the bed with two thick brass tie clasps.
Leaning forward, he squeezed the sharp teeth of the clasps open, yawning them around the rosy peaks of each of Glenda’s erect nipples. With a savage growl, he snapped the clasps closed, and they bit deeply into the tender nubbins, making them bloat outward like rip raisins.
Had Glenda not been gagged by her Daddy’s smelly underpants, her scream would have resounded down Lothario Lane. Pain seared her jiggling boobs, making Glenda’s hot pussy vibrate with slavish need.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, bitch!” Rupert growled, scooting up behind her and clapping his hands around her aching buttocks.
He pushed his dong between her spread legs, and Glenda whimpered as he entered her, slowly sliding all eleven inches of it deep in her cunt. Rupert groaned, undulating his hips, digging his fingers into her butt cheeks, mauling at them as he began to pump hard.
His hard, sweaty loins beat a savage tattoo against Glenda’s quivering buns as he fucked his daughter’s tight wet cunny good and hard, grunting thickly as he socked it to her. It didn’t take very long. So charged up was the savage policeman that he couldn’t hold back his torrential load any longer.
Uttering a lusty roar, Rupert heaved forward hard, his horse-cock going off inside her like a fire hose.
The hot, thick squirts of her Daddy’s sperm in Glenda’s vagina made the bound buxom beauty writhe in ecstasy, coming right along with him…
The debauchery lasted until early in the morning. Glenda was sore for a week. She was sore when she arrived at JFK airport with an alligator skin valise and a cashier’s check for eight hundred dollars.
Glenda Farrell got hers, and she was determined to get it again…
Once a big fish from a little pond finds its way into a big pond, trauma occasionally results. This is what happened to spoiled, pretty Glenda Farrell when she came to the Big Apple.
She found a quaint little apartment on East 3rd Street for two hundred and fifty dollars a month. She went around to model agencies, at first with great confidence, and then with uncertainty.
Most of the places said she was too full-figured, too tall, “not exactly the right type”. It seemed that rail thin, ethereal, androgynous girls were all the rage that year, and this was not good news for the buxom red-head from Potter’s Bluff.
Glenda began to quickly run out of money. Rather than bother her father, she took various rather unpleasant jobs — waitress, cashier, and ultimately, topless dancer.
At the Hot Hot Hot Club (known to patrons as the Triple Hot Club), Glenda met a bunch of pretty bizarre people and fell in with a fast, loose crowd. She did coke and Ecstasy, the “designer drug”, and joined a few specialized sex clubs.
It was at one of these clubs, the Secret Society of the Gilded Lily, that Glenda first met Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle. The Baron was what one might call a colorful character.
He was a flamboyant, multi-millionaire playboy, the son of a man whose products now appear in virtually every household in the country. He was not really a Baron, and his name was not really Wilhelm von Brinkle. He was not even German.
But he had lived a colorful life. A giant of a man, he had been a star football linebacker at Princeton. He had turned to professional wrestling, and became quite a popular ring “villain” for many years. It was as a wrestler that he started to use the pseudonym, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle, and the name had stuck and was now legally his.
He tired of wrestling, and for a time managed a number of professional athletes. Then, he disappeared from the public eye. He was seen in all the best social sets, but no one quite new what it was he was doing with himself these days.
Actually, von Brinkle was prospering, in an illicit fashion. He had formed a huge club with chapters in forty-eight states. He began to shoot movies at his outrageous estate in Connecticut. The movies and the club were all concerned with the same thing — sexual bondage and domination, with sadomasochistic overtones.
The Secret Society of the Gilded Lily was a fairly tame S & M club which the Baron frequented in order to find new recruits for his bizarre games and movies. He zeroed in almost at once on Glenda Farrell, and fascinated her swiftly into submission…
Thus it was that one fine, clear September evening, Glenda was whisked out of New York City in a silver-gray limousine which sped into the countryside of Connecticut towards the Medieval castle the Baron von Brinkle had had constructed years before.
Glenda was highly excited about the evening. She had received a special, ornate invitation, embossed in flowery gold letters.
It read: Slave Girl Glenda Farrell Is Commanded To Appear At The Von Brinkle Castle On Monday, September 23rd. It was signed with the Baron’s flourishing signature.
She was dressed sexily for the occasion. She wore a red tube top — a thin tube of satin which did little other than cup the full, rounded orbs of her knockers. She also wore a white pleated mini-skirt, and her midriff was bared.
Her long, luscious gams were encased in flesh colored stockings, and she wore white shoes with six inch heels. Her flame red mane of hair foamed over her bared, smooth shoulders, framing the delicate oval of her gorgeous face. In short, Glenda Farrell looked fabulous.
The von Brinkle castle loomed like the set from an MGM historical film. It was a gray structure, with a real draw-bridge leading beyond the ten foot walls.
Her chauffeur was a sinister looking individual, and it was he who escorted her to the door of the castle. He was a huge, Neanderthalic person with a beefy, rugged face and small fishy green eyes and a toothy leer.
The door to the castle creaked open and a bizarrely clad, spectacularly beautiful maid stepped aside, ushering Glenda inside. The maid wore an apron and a white maid’s cap, net stockings and black high heels, and nothing else. She had huge, swaying knockers, and gold rings went through her fat, pierced nipples.
“Right this way, Miss Farrell,” the maid said crisply presenting her naked fanny as she led the way down a long hall lit by flaming torches.
They passed an opened doorway, and Glenda peered inside briefly. A mulatto wench was hanging by her hands from the wall, her wrists clamped together with iron manacles. A burly muscle-bound stud wearing a leather mask was whipping the naked wench with a cat-of-nine-tails, leaving long red welts across her back and buttocks, and eliciting piercing cries from the black girl’s full, grimacing lips.
The maid showed Glenda through a door, and before she shut it, said sweetly, “Please wait here, Miss Farrell. And please bathe in the pool while you wait.”
Glenda raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking around the room in wonder as the door clicked shut behind her. It was a cavernous room with coarse brick walls. There was a splendid swimming pool in the center of the gigantic room. The pool was shaped like a cock and balls, and the floor of the pool was inlaid with lewd mosaics of women being tortured and raped by men.
“Quaint,” Glenda muttered ironically as she disrobed.
There was a table with a goblet full of shimmering, ruby-hued liquid. Glenda picked it up and sipped the mysterious elixir. It tasted delightfully sweet, with a faint, slightly acrid aftertaste. She found herself greedily gulping it down.
And as she stepped into the luke warm waters of the shallow pool, Glenda felt a delicious, dizzying heat start to swim through her veins, making her vision glow and her head shimmer. What the heck was in that drink, anyway?
As she swam through the clear waters, Glenda felt the sensations intensifying. She felt as if she were floating, embryonically, in a cosmic sea of sensual experience.
Her nipples hardened. Her twat contracted. Carnal desire knotted in her loins, and she mewled softly, loving the erotic feel of warm water on her naked flesh.
Dreamily, she waded out of the pool. The huge domed room was lit by a half-ring of torches which adorned one granite wall, casting a rosy, flickering light that made everything look lurid and bright.
She turned to look at the other wall, and a tremulous surge of illicit excitement welled up within her. The wall was dark and ugly and corrugated. It was covered with heavy iron manacles and chains and bizarre wood and steel and rubber and leather contraptions which looked as if they served a sinister purpose.
The door crashed open and Glenda whirled around. A quite bizarre procession entered the room. At its head was none other than Baron von Brinkle himself. He was instantly recognizable, though he wore a black eye mask.
Baron von Brinkle was a huge individual. Six foot five, two hundred and eighty pounds of meaty muscle, in fact. His bullet-shaped head was bald as an egg. He had thick, bushy eyebrows and hot brown eyes.
A moustache and a full beard adorned his lower face, and his mouth was wide and sensual with glittering pearl white teeth. His thick, bull-like neck connected with a pair of incredibly broad shoulders.
His arms were long and powerful, with bulging biceps and ropy bands of quivering sinew. Lats stood away from his chest magnificently, giving his torso the shape of a threatening cobra.
His pecs were beefy hills, covered densely with black, wiry hairs. His furry stomach was washboard rippling, and his thighs were tremendous.
Now, Baron wore a long scarlet cape, fastened at the throat by a gold scarab. He wore thick leather boots which came up to his knees. A novel belt, five inches thick, made of hand-tooled leather, surrounded his narrow waist.
This belt had wide pockets, and various things were stuffed into each of these — sundry items, such as whips, dildos, and the like.
He wore black leather gloves, too. But besides this odd ensemble, the big, muscle-bound guy was naked as the day he was born.
His equine member swung massively over a positively huge set of low-hanging testicles. Yes, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle was hung like the proverbial stallion!
The Baron was followed by three other persons. First was Ian, the hulking chauffeur. He was buck naked and outrageously well-endowed. His eyes were wild and he looked like a slavering beast without much intellect.
Then, there was the maid, whose name was Maude. Maude still wore that fun little apron and maid’s cap and high heels, and her big pointy boobs stood out like torpedoes with red noses.
Finally, there was the enormous, muscle-bound brute with the black leather mask who had been beating the poor chained black woman ten minutes earlier.
Wilhelm clapped his hands thunderously, his eyes flashing majestically behind the slits of his black velvet mask. Immediately, Maude stepped forward, her sharp heels clicking on the cold stone floor.
She spoke in a loud, ringing voice, her almond-shaped blue-green eyes searing into Glenda like lasers. Glenda felt as if she were riveted to the spot hypnotically.
“You filthy, lowly wench, you have come here to see if you deserve to become part of the Baron’s harem,” Maude said. “Do you accept the challenge, or do you want to go creeping back into your hole like the cringing worm you are? Speak! And be respectful!”
“Yes, I accept the challenge,” Glenda said, and her heart thrilled with wanton excitement.
Baron von Brinkle clapped his hands together again sharply, and his rich baritone boomed and echoed through the room.
“Prepare the slut for the ritual!” he roared, his eyes flashing.
Things seemed to grow cloudy and ethereal for Glenda. She was aware of a warm buzzing, of shimmering colors and shapes, of rough hands touching her, pulling her, moving her. And she felt like an innocent babe, her destiny wholly controlled by others, floating in that innocence with sensual grace.
When the clouds lifted, she was crouching on a cold stone bench. Her body leaned forward, and her head passed through a hole in a pair of boards which were clamped and locked together. It was an old-fashioned stocks, and it thoroughly incapacitated the buxom red-head.
Glenda’s arms were twisted behind her back. Tight ropes were twisted and tied around her wrists and hands so she could hardly move them at all.
Her legs straddled the cold stone bench, and her ankles were clamped with iron manacles connected to the floor. Her boobs ached, and she slowly realized that tight ropes were trussed around the swollen gourds of her knockers, twisting into them cruelly.
Maude swayed up in front of her, smiling lasciviously. The buxom maid now had tit clamps screwed onto each of her fat, elongated nipples, digging into them cruelly. The pain made her eyes bright and a little crazy.
The maid slowly undid her apron and it fluttered to the ground. The hot, moist hill of her muff glittered in the torch light, two feet from Glenda’s flushed face.
A thick mane of silky black hair fringed Maude’s hot twat. The pulpy lips of her labia were rose pink and dewy. Glenda could see the erect clove of the girl’s clitoris, pulsing with lewd, feminine excitement.
Maude squatted down in front of Glenda. Cupping her huge, milky hoobs, the maid teasingly waved them in Glenda’s face.
“Lick her nipples, you dirty slut!” the Baron von Brinkle’s deep, booming voice echoed through the room and white hot pain lashed through Glenda’s buttocks Glenda shrieked in shock, her hazel eyes bulging. Behind her, the muscular bald man stood with his legs planted wide apart.
He held a long black snake whip, the braided lash still sizzling from the first cut across Glenda’s smarting ass. Wilhelm’s huge pecker was rapidly filling out, rearing up like an elephant’s trunk as sadistic lust spilled through the dark honeycomb of his senses.
His bull-meat surged angrily at a forty-five degree angle in the air as he grunted and swung his arm once more, cracking the cruel lash across Glenda’s buns once more. This action crisscrossed the first red mark with a second, and elicited a musical scream from the agonized red-head.
Glenda was licking frantically, rolling her pink taster over each of Maude’s ripe, pierced nipples, polishing the gold rings, tasting the silky perfume of the other girl’s titties.
Maude cooed in bitch pleasure, pushing each ripe nubbin between Glenda’s puckered, suckling lips. Then, Maude rose up, framing the bushy “V” of her cunt with her fingers, spreading apart the fleshy lips of her labia.
“Now! Tongue her twat, girl! Tongue her juicy twat GOOD!” the Baron von Brinkle bellowed, slicing the whip across Glenda’s tortured rear end once more.
Glenda shrieked in agony and ecstasy, her pussy gushing with masochistic delight. She hysterically buried her face between Maude’s musky thighs.
The hot, slick flesh of the other woman’s juicy cunt mashed and rubbed all over Glenda’s face, giving off incredible heat. Glenda forked her drooling taster up inside the silky pocket of Maude’s sex, frigging it in and out, savoring Maude’s love lotion.
Maude uttered deep-throated groans of pleasure, rotating her hips, fingering her swollen, pierced nipples as she bumped her box energetically against Glenda’s face.
“Ooooooh, yeeees, suck my pussy! Suck my ripe, juicy PUSSY! AAAAAAAH!” Maude moaned hoarsely, tossing her head wildly from side to side.
Panting thickly, Baron von Brinkle tossed aside the sizzling whip. His huge, muscular body was soaked with sweat. His over-sized whanger thrashed the air with bestial fury.
Clapping his hands thunderously, the bearded brute exclaimed boldly, “Ian! Do your duty!”
The ugly, animalistic chauffeur lumbered forward, leering lasciviously. His cock was just as long and thick as his master’s, lurching aggressively from a thick thatch of reddish brown hairs.
Ian came up behind Maude. He was holding a long, tapering birch rod. Gripping it in one beefy paw, the simian chauffeur grunted hungrily as he started to swing it with brute force, slicing the birch rod again and again across Maude’s rounded, milk-white bum.
Maude’s piercing, quavering screams echoed through the cavernous room like demented music. But her agonized screams were screams of pure masochistic pleasure.
She did not try to pull away from the brute’s lashing rod. Rather, she arched her back and wiggled her blazing buns, almost begging for the savage lashing she was receiving.
Her hot, juicy cunt spasmed violently around Glenda’s lips and probing tongue, gushing with unctuous libations. The lust-maddened maid was gnashing her teeth and rolling her eyes. She was twisting convulsively at the gold rings which pierced her aching nipples. She was in seventh heaven. Or rather, seventh hell, if there is such a place…
Baron von Brinkle strode up behind Glenda, perusing her red-striped buttocks with glittering black eyes. His bull-meat twitched sadistically as he clapped both of his huge, ham-like hands across her stinging buns.
He rubbed his mighty dong against her warm, quivering ass crack. Gripping his horse-tool by the root, Wilhelm directed it up between Glenda’s legs, lifting her off the cold stone bench with his hands clenching into her blazing buttocks.
Glenda gave a muffled sob into Maude’s spasming, streaming snatch. Glenda could feel the fat, fist-like knob of von Brinkle’s meaty member prodding her anus.
She felt his strong hands tighten their grip around her middle. Baron von Brinkle growled savagely, tensing his mighty muscles and gritting his teeth.
His pelvis whipped forward as his fingers dug into waist cruelly. Glenda’s wet pink cunny popped wide open as his wrist-thick tube steak pumped right up inside.
Glenda’s eyes snapped open and she gave a muffled scream, sticking her tongue all the way up Maude’s juicy, suctioning pussy. She nearly passed out as she felt Wilhelm’s hairy, muscled thighs clap vigorously against her aching buns.
Her swollen, quaking cunny lips sucked warmly around the bulging root of Wilhelm’s manhood. The Baron groaned huskily, swiveling his hips, churning his tube steak around in the hot, moist pocket of Glenda’s twat.
Snarling savagely, the rich sadist began to fuck Glenda hard. His hard-muscled buttocks pounded vigorously back and forth as he stuffed his gigantic dong in Glenda’s love-glove time and time again.
His hefty gonads swung pendulously back and forth, colliding with Glenda’s tummy each time Wilhelm fucked up to the root inside her. And with each lusty thrust, the beefy Baron clapped his hands down smartly across the girl’s buttocks, wrenching and twisting at the plump, resilient flesh there, making it burn an angry red.
“Yeah, whore! Yeah! Feel your master’s big fat dick fuckin’ you good! Lap that twat, slut! Lap it up while I ram my meat up your juicy cunt good and HARD!” bellowed Wilhelm hoarsely.
Maude’s shrieks were growing louder and shriller, and she was nearly smothering Glenda in the pulpy folds of her spasming cunt. Maude’s fingers twisted and wrenched in tangling tresses of Glenda’s hair, bringing tears to the bound beauty’s eyes.
Glenda rolled her long, silk-soft licker up and down the greasy petals of Maude’s oscillating snatch. She ferreted out the bloated bead of the buxom maid’s clitoris.
As Glenda started to strum Maude’s love bud, twirling her taster tip skillfully round and round its greasy tip, Maude went absolutely wild. She arched her back, screaming till she was hoarse, nearly wrenching off her nipples in the savage fury of her passion.
Her body bucked and convulsed each time Ian laid into her with the sizzling birch rod.
“AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!” screamed Maude. “I… I AM C-CUUUUUUMING!”
And she was, too! Her hot, twitching cunny overflowed with honeyed feminine secretions which fountained into Glenda’s gulping, slurping mouth, saturating her probing tongue, trickling down the red-head’s flushed cheeks.
Deep within her, Glenda felt something building to searing intensity inside of her. The Baron’s enormous hardon was slicing into her with savage force, pummeling her wide-stretched vagina like a punching bag turned inside out.
“Awwww yeah! AWWWW YEEEAH! Gonna lose my load up this whore-bitch novice! GONNA SHOOT MY BIG FUCKIN’ LOAD! AAAAAAARRRRGH!!” shouted Wilhelm von Brinkle triumphantly, swinging his bald head from side to side as he pounded into Glenda with pile driver strokes.
He shuddered, his muscles flexing massively as he rammed his tool up Glenda’s cunt one last time, squeezing and wrenching at her throbbing ass cheeks as he started to ejaculate. Glenda felt hot, thick bullets of man-sperm blast from his jerking prick again and again.
The thick spurting seed triggered her own mind-drenching orgasm. She screamed shrilly, bucking and writhing, her neck twisting painfully against the wooden boards which confined it, her fingers opening and closing behind her back as the ropes dug cruelly into her wrists.
She sank into a dizzy, druggy stupor, and again everything was a dim haze, full of whispers and tremulous sensations. She kept going in and out of this dreamy state of semi-hallucination.
At one point, she found herself sucking Ian’s huge cock. It was punching down her gurgling, gasping throat, and his huge, hairy balls whacked roughly against her chin again and again.
As his roar pierced her ears and his hot, thick sperm sprayed all over her face and into her gasping open mouth, Glenda slowly sank back into the abyss of oblivion…
The next thing she was aware of was Maude positioned behind her. The buxom maid had a huge black dildo strapped around her waist. Maude pushed the greased-up knob of the rubber phallus between Glenda’s lacerated buttocks and prodded her bunghole.
A brief surge of searing pain shot through Glenda’s bowels as Maude pumped the dildo to the root in the red-head’s tormented ass. Then, as Maude began to buck back and forth, sliding the rubber dong rapidly in and out of Glenda’s spasming guts, dark, warm ripples of primitive pleasure spilled through Glenda’s body, making her moan feebly with bitch delight.
“Yeah! Ram that rubber dick up the slut’s ass! Fuck her ass GOOD, Maude!” bellowed the Baron, and there was the crack of a whip, followed by Maude’s blood-curdling screams.
Glenda felt orgasms flowering through her intensely, again and again, searing her senses, and as Maude staggered back, the dildo popping out of Glenda’s guts, the drugged red-head sank back into her dreamy state of semi-consciousness.
She felt herself being pulled about and manhandled and dragged around. Then everything seemed wildly distorted and topsy turvy, and there was a cold, chafing pain around her ankles and her blood flushed to her face.
She opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly. Everything was upside down! The Baron, his bull meat throbbing massively two feet from her face, was upside down. So was Maude, who stood beside him, moaning as she jabbed a vibrator in and out of her cunny. And so was Ian who was grinning like an idiot as he stared at Glenda and pulled his schlong.
Glenda was chained to the wall, upside down. Heavy metal manacles surrounded her ankles, splaying her legs wide apart. Ropes lashed her feet to the manacles even more securely.
“Suck this, wench!” the Baron growled.
He stepped up to her, falling to his knees and slapping his over-sized sex-tool back and forth across Glenda’s face.
Glenda gurgled. And then she opened her mouth…
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