Taking hold of his king-sized dong, the Baron von Brinkle whipped it against the upside down wench’s flushed cheeks. He rubbed the greasy knob all over her gasping face.
Then, he shoved it in her mouth. His thick thighs clamped around the sides of Glenda’s face, and he was kneeling on some of her hair, twisting it painfully.
He began to lewdly hump his hips back and forth, muttering hoarse obscenities as he pumped his vein-latticed pecker in and out of Glenda’s circled, suckling lips. She wrapped and wriggled her silky tongue around his member, humming wantonly as it burrowed into her hot throat.
Somehow, she found she could take it with no discomfort. It seemed to belong there, sliding into her quivering gullet, filling up her mouth. The acrid taste of his heated phallus made her salivate with desire.
Wilhelm grunted thickly, slapping at her drooping, jiggling knockers, grabbing up big fistfuls of her fleshy tits and crushing and twisting at them. He kept snapping his thumbs and forefingers around her swollen nipples, jerking them roughly away from her body, snarling thickly as he fucked Glenda’s upside down face, his balls smacking against her forehead.
Leaning forward, he perused her puffy bruised pink twat. It was moist with girl-juice and semen and the lips quivered spasmodically as druggy desire flooded the bound beauty’s body.
Wilhelm crushed his slavering mouth between her splayed legs, growling greedily as he slurped and sucked on her satiny mons. His strong teeth grazed the tender flesh, making it burn exquisitely.
His hot, athletic tongue whipped over the sensitized folds of her labia, teasing her clit, darting rapidly in and out of her suctioning cunt hole.
Concentrating on her rigid love bud, Wilhelm flicked his taster fast as a hummingbird’s wing across it. At the same time, he rammed two thick fingers deep in her sopping cunt and began to fuck them roughly in and out, twisting them around and stretching them inside her, testing the elasticity of Glenda’s snatch.
Body-ripping ecstasy exploded through Glenda’s loins as he did this. She writhed and bucked, orgasming violently again and again, her hot cunt honey lubricating his ramming fingers and soaking his probing tongue. She screamed around his pumping cock, and the reverberations of her gurgling cries drove the big, bald brute over the edge.
He threw back his head, roaring lustily, sliding his thickening dong to the root in her mouth and throat. His pecker stiffened, bloated and jerked again and again like a repeating rifle.
Scalding jets of man-scum pumped right down Glenda’s gurgling gullet, fountaining into her again and again, nearly drowning her, for she could not swallow in that topsy turvy, upside down position.
Uttering a hoarse groan, the muscle-bound Baron sank back on his knees, his diminishing cock squelching out of Glenda’s choking mouth. Rivulets of sperm gushed from the corners of the bound red-head’s lips, puddling on the floor.
And once more, Glenda sank into that murky, glistening dream-state where everything was liquid and only half-real…
Wilhelm von Brinkle lay next to her. The beefy bald ex-wrestler was stark naked now, except for black leather gloves. He rubbed Glenda’s aching titties against his brawny, hairy chest and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing Glenda hard.
Glenda tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. She slowly realized that her hands and feet were pulled together behind her back, and all four were trussed together with thick, tight lengths of hemp rope. The stacked red-head from Potter’s Bluff was trussed up like a pig ready for slaughter.
“Yeah, baby,” Wilhelm whispered. “You wanna be the Baron’s fuck-bitch bad, don’t ya? You wanna worship your big brawny master like the slave-whore you are, huh?”
He kneaded her doughy tits so that the pliant white flesh oozed between his leather-clad fingers. He covered her sulky lips with his hard mouth, and his beard and moustache tickled her face as Wilhelm shoved his drooling tongue deep in her mouth and swapped spit.
He clapped one hand up between her thighs, dragging his fingers across the puffy folds of her cunny, making them burn with pain and erotic rapture. He jabbed his middle finger rapidly in and out of her wet twat as he stared into her dazed hazel eyes.
He took his finger out of her juicy snatch and made her suck it clean, sliding the digit back and forth between her circled, sensuous lips. He slapped her a few times for good measure and chomped and twisted at her fat nipples till Glenda screamed in lusty pleasure.
Abruptly, the hairy Baron rolled over on his back and clapped his gloved hands together sharply.
“Dirk! Pull the rope!” roared Wilhelm.
They were not alone in the room, as Glenda had initially believed. Standing in the shadows beyond the bed was the enormous, incredibly muscular masked man who had been beating the mulatto wench when Maude ushered Glenda to the pool room.
Dirk — (for that was his name) — now grabbed a thick rope which went up to the ceiling and ran through a couple of pulleys before draping down and connecting with the ropes which bound together Glenda’s hands and feet. His mighty muscles contracting, Dirk began to drag at the rope, pulling hand over hand.
Glenda gave a little cry of shock, for she felt herself being lifted right off the bed, dangling in mid-air. She swung back and forth, like a pendulum, the harsh hemp twisting and digging into the tender, bruised flesh of her slender ankles and wrists.
Wilhelm von Brinkle jumped off the bed and strode along beside the girl. She hung down so that the vertically extended trunk of her body and her head were on a level with the hairy bald man’s thighs.
Grabbing a scarlet-hued handful of Glenda’s hair, Wilhelm wrenched back her head so she was forced to stare in front of her. Tears burned in her eyes as some of her hair was nearly pulled out by the roots.
“Take a look at my man-slave, cunt! He is my tool, an extension of myself! Some day, perhaps, you too may earn the right to be one of my hand-maidens. Perhaps, but perhaps not…”
He paused, his erect bull-meat jerking up and down in the air as he stared down at the dangling, bound beauty.
“Look upon this paragon of proud masculinity! He’s a fine specimen, is he not, bitch?” Wilhelm snarled hoarsely.
“Y-Yes, master! Very fine!” Glenda whimpered hoarsely.
“Do you like him, whore?” demanded Wilhelm.
“If… If you wish me to, master, I do!” Glenda moaned.
“That is a good answer, my filthy little cunt! Very good! Yes, perhaps it would amuse me if you worshipped that body! Entertain me well, my little twat, or you shall suffer the brunt of my righteous rage!”
The Baron strode over to the rope and pulled on it, raising Glenda so she was parallel with Dirk’s broad chest. The powerfully built masked man was striking a series of muscle-man poses, showing off his brawn.
Dirk was huge. His massive, pumped up physique was copper-toned from head to toe, and every hair on his body had been shaved off, so the big, bulging ripples of steel-hard muscle were sleekly displayed. The leather mask completely covered his face, except for sinister slits for his eyes and nose and mouth.
Between his massive legs, his horse-sized truncheon pulsated mightily, the rosy mushroom cap slapping up against his rippling belly. His heavy, swollen balls dangled half-way to his knees.
Now, he grabbed a handful of Glenda’s hair and jerked her face against the bulging melon-half of his biceps.
“Lick him, slut! Lick and suck his hard body all over!” Baron von Brinkle roared, slapping his paw brutally across her bruised cunt.
Glenda yelped, feeling two of Wilhelm’s gloved fingers start to pump savagely in and out of her twitching vagina. She mouthed the solid bulge of Dirk’s biceps, polishing it with warm spit.
Dirk growled, pushing her face up beneath his arm. She imbibed the rank scent of his sweaty, smooth-shaven armpit and licked it sluttishly, tasting his salty sweat.
He guided her flushed, beautiful face down over the jutting globes of his massive pectorals. Baron von Brinkle gradually lowered the rope to facilitate her oral journey.
She wrapped her rosy lips around each of Dirk’s hard brown paps. They jutted masterfully against her swiping tongue, hard as rubber nails, and she milked at them with bitch pleasure, her pussy squirming excitedly around Wilhelm’s pumping, gloved fingers.
“Yeah! Suck his big muscled tits, slut! Worship that mindless Adonis! Worship ME! Worship your master with your whole being, you buxom bound beauty!” von Brinkle muttered hoarsely as he frigged her twat.
Dirk made her thoroughly wash his huge, slimy nuts. He stuffed his heavy, fat balls into her gaping mouth, rubbing his musky scrotum all over her face. He slapped and rubbed his bull-sized dong against her cheeks and lips and eyes and nose and chin…
Then he turned around, planting his powerful legs wide apart. Reaching around, Dirk gripped the smooth, beefy cheeks of his bubble butt and spread them wide. This action displayed the winking brown pucker of his taut asshole.
His anus glistened with a bead of man-sweat, twitching masterfully as the masked brute backed into Glenda’s panting face. The blasting heat of his muscled ass consumed her senses, making the trussed up slut shudder and gasp in delirious subservient ecstasy.
“Rim that asshole, girl!” Wilhelm snarled hoarsely, scraping his thumb over her tender, burning clitoris. “Lick Dirk’s greasy asshole all over and stick that tongue right up inside him and work it in and out! Yeah! Eat out his hot ass, bitch!”
Dirk groaned hoarsely, jacking on his huge, spit-lubricated cock as he savored the satiny sensations of Glenda’s soft lips and long, tactile tongue on his butt. Glenda swiped her taster in long, vibrating licks up and down his deep, sticky ass crack.
She tongued greedily at the greasy wrinkled bud of his bunghole, feeling the heat it generated as she probed the aperture. Pushing forward, Glenda hummed in whorish pleasure as her long, silky licker popped up into Dirk’s grimy, oven-hot rectum.
The masked man roared his savage delight, mashing his beefy butt aggressively against the girl’s face, clenching at her wiggling tongue with his viselike anus.
“Feed her your tube steak, Dirk!” von Brinkle’s voice rang out lustily. “Fuck it down her tight, willing throat!”
Dirk straightened up, swinging around to face her, panting hard. His horse-cock, all eleven and a half inches of it, pulsated before her tear-dazzled eyes like some heathen idol.
It was ropy with lust-bloated veins, and a gooey trickle of moisture oozed from the half inch slit of his glans. Twisting at her hair cruelly, Dirk pushed the pulpy head of his pecker against Glenda’s panting lips.
Obediently, Glenda yawned her jaws wide apart, till they ached from the effort. She gurgled as Dirk pumped his dick over her squirming tongue. His dick-knob scraped along the roof of her mouth and punched against her tonsils.
Glenda gagged slightly, but tilted her head and relaxed her well-practiced throat muscles. Dark heat seared through her as Dirk’s big, slippery fuck-pole stroked, inch after throbbing inch, down her humming gullet. His muscular, smooth-shaven thighs and spit-lubricated balls smacked up against her face.
Groaning hoarsely, Dirk clenched her head in his huge hands and rolled his hips, making his beefy hardon jerk masterfully deep in the bound girl’s tight throat. He pulled back long enough for Glenda to breathe through her nose. Then he shoved it down her throat once more.
Glenda began to suck blindly, uttering choked little mewling sounds as she hollowed her cheeks and worked her moist red lips up and down the thick shaft of Dirk’s dong.
“Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! The bitch sucks GOOD!” Dirk cried hoarsely, panting hard as lust and pleasure rippled through his sweat-soaked, muscle-bound physique.
“OK, Dirk, enough!” thundered Wilhelm. “Now it is time for the beast to mount the beauty in the proper fashion!”
Immediately, the masked stud pulled his hefty whang out of Glenda’s gurgling mouth and stepped back as Wilhelm skillfully worked the ropes and pulleys which kept the red-head suspended from the ceiling.
Glenda felt herself being lowered to the ground. Dirk stepped forward and fumbled with her bonds. Her arms and legs flopped limply onto the carpet alongside of her, like useless appendages.
Red marks bruised her wrists and ankles, and they ached deliciously. Everything seemed to swirl and shimmer around her. The red carpet seemed like a vast universe, spreading out into infinity on all sides.
Roughly, Wilhelm flipped Glenda over on her back. He pulled her arms together above her head and lashed them tightly with lengths of rope.
He pushed her bound hands and arms between his legs and sat on them, clamping his powerful, hairy thighs together, pinning her to the floor.
Dirk towered above her like a larger than life Greek statue made of flesh and muscle. His enormous physique glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as if well-oiled. His eyes glittered through the slits in the leather mask.
Flexing his muscles, the big brute dropped to his knees between Glenda’s spread legs. He lay on top of her, his massive torso crushing Glenda’s swollen, tied up titties, his bull-meat sliding against her belly and twat.
He played with her jutting jugs, pinching and mouthing and biting her aching red nipples till Glenda screamed and writhed in mingled agony and ecstasy. He ran his drooling tongue down her sleek belly and mashed his masked face between her tender thighs.
The hot leather felt rough and sexy against her sensitized cunny and loins. She gasped as Dirk’s hot tongue darted out and probed her juicy sex, fanning all over the petals of her vulva, flicking in and out of her coral pink hole.
He licked Glenda’s cunt till she was bucking her hips wildly, uttering breathy cries of unadulterated rapture. Then, Dirk scrambled forward, his hands planted on the rug on either side of her.
Gripping hold of his saliva-imbued phallus, the masked muscle-man guided his sex-tool between the bound girl’s legs, prodding the sticky opening to her bower of bliss. Dirk slowly sank to the hilt inside of her, his bull-cock stretching her love-glove to the limit, sending scorching waves of ecstasy through her body.
“Yeah, fuck her! Fuck her hard, Dirk! Ram that cock up my bitch slave’s cunny!” commanded Dirk gruffly, stroking his own lust-engorged tool as he watched his man-servant pound Glenda’s wet pussy wide open.
The well-built stud was in a push-ups position, athletically snapping and grinding his sweaty butt up and down, hard and fast. He pistoned the long, thick rod of his cock in and out of the hot, suctioning glove of Glenda’s pussy, his heavy balls whacking up against her plump white buns again and again.
Dirk pulled back till only the rosy knob of his pecker was encased by the bound slut’s tight, molten snatch. Then he pounded forward, uttering a hoarse, deep-throated grunt as he stroked his tool to the hilt inside her once more.
He repeated this action again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder, really socking it to the shrieking woman, making her body jerk violently as his sweaty thighs clapped roughly against hers. The force of his muscular fucking nearly knocked the breath from Glenda’s lungs, and she was gasping and moaning, her head reeling with wild, sensual ecstasy.
Wilhelm scrambled off of Glenda’s arms, panting thickly, lust searing through his big, macho body. His gigantic pecker pulsated in the air as he swung his head towards Dirk.
“Roll her over on her side! We’re gonna screw the cow together!” von Brinkle snarled thickly, and Dirk swiftly obeyed.
Sinking his schlong to the balls inside of her, the masked muscle-man pulled Glenda onto her side facing him, lifting her lacerated buns into view. Baron von Brinkle took swift advantage of this angle to maneuver himself up on his side behind Glenda.
Grabbing hold of his slimy member, the hairy ex-wrestler crammed it between Glenda’s tingling buns. Glenda sobbed hoarsely as she felt the brutal pressure of his fat, squarish cock-crown against her burning anus.
When Baron von Brinkle punched his dong halfway up her ass, Glenda’s screams resounded joyously through the small, dark bedroom. Mindless passion and subservient delight scorched the senses of the trussed up beauty as she felt two impossibly large peckers pumping vigorously inside of her at the same time.
When Dirk stroked his love-tool to the root in her gushing twat, Baron von Brinkle pulled most of his barbed lance out of her ass. Then, they rhythmically reversed the motion, and this double friction was so intense, that Glenda felt herself reaching climax after body-blistering climax.
She sobbed and writhed, bucking her hips frantically back and forth, impaling herself with whorish pleasure on both pounding tube steaks. She felt the rope biting and twisting at her wrists, and this increased her pleasure a hundred times, perhaps a thousand…
“Yeah, take it, wench! Fuck her, Dirk! Pound this slut’s pussy with your bull-meat while I’m fuckin’ her tight ass! Yeah!” Wilhelm panted thickly, twisting his ramrod around in Glenda’s steamy, clenching bowels. “C’mon, slut! Squeal for it! Beg for our big dicks, bitch! I wanna feel ya cummin’ while we’re pluggin’ you!”
Their powerfully muscled bodies — Wilhelm’s hairy, Dirk’s baby-smooth — smacked against Glenda’s, sandwiching her writhing, curvaceous figure erotically. Glenda felt something snap deep within her.
Everything came exploding to the surface, setting fire to her nerve endings gloriously.
“Ooooooh Y-YEEEEEEES!” Glenda shrieked, tossing her mane of red hair. “PLEASE FUCK MEEEEE! P-PLEEEEEEASE! Y-YEEEEES!! OH GOD! OOOOH G-GOD! I’M C-CUUUUUUMING!”
She writhed and convulsed, in the throes of an orgasm which tore through her mercilessly. Flames and smoke seemed to dazzle her vision as the body blistering heat of total pleasure splashed through Glenda again and again.
“Awww, m-man! Awwwww, M-MAN!” Dirk was groaning thickly as he stroked rapidly in and out of Glenda’s hot, buttery snatch, feeling it suck greedily at his thickening member as Glenda came and came.
“Shoot it, Dirk!” ordered Wilhelm gruffly. “Shoot that load up the bitch’s wet twat! Do it NOW!”
Dirk was well-trained. His big body stiffened. He gave a strangled groan, sliding his eleven inch baloney up Glenda’s squirming cunt. Scalding jets of sperm vaulted from his balls, hosing thickly again and again, deep in Glenda’s burning, squirming vagina.
Once more, Glenda felt herself drifting off into a nether world of dreams and whispers and inchoate sensations. She felt herself being lifted and manhandled.
Things seemed to shift and change. Sharp sensations disturbed her hazy half-consciousness. She moaned and moved weakly in her erotic dream world, not yet able to break the surface of reality…
“Feel it! Feel me touching you there! Feel my big hand! Feel my big, strong fingers! Feel my leather gloves…”
These words, harsh, deep, masculine, tyrannical, pierced the haze. Slowly, the clouds parted, and she could see with pristine clarity once more. She was again on the bed, but she was now spread-eagled.
Her hands and feet were tied to the bed posts, stretching wide apart. Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle crouched between her splayed gams.
One of his big, gloved hands was between her legs. He was rubbing and playing with her juicy, coral pink cock, plucking and pulling at her fleshy labia, tickling her clitoral bud. Pleasure washed over her.
Glenda’s nipples smarted suddenly, dull throbs of fire seeming to shoot through them. She looked at them and whimpered softly. Strong metal clamps had been twisted tightly onto her erect nubbins, pinching into them deeply, so they stuck out like swollen raisins.
Baron von Brinkle had greased up his gloved hand. It gleamed in the torch light like polished ebony. He pushed two greasy, leather-clad fingers into the warm tunnel of Glenda’s twat.
Glenda moaned softly. Slowly, Wilhelm worked a third thick digit inside her. Then, he pushed in his little finger, two.
He now had all his fingers up Glenda’s cunt to the second knuckle. A growing intensity of sensation was building between her legs as Glenda felt her elastic cunny stretching slowly beyond the point it of knowledge.
She was yawning open farther than she’d ever been opened before as slowly, masterfully, Baron von Brinkle flexed his biceps and began to worm his black gloved hand inside her hot, puffy vagina.
“AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!” Glenda screamed, her eyes bugging, her back arching.
She didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure. But the feelings which tore and blazed through her outrageously gaping twat were so powerful, they were excruciating.
Blinding explosions of white heat flared behind her eyes as suddenly, Wilhelm’s huge gloved paw popped inside the silken furrow of her distended fuck-hole.
Her slippery cuntal lips were clutching convulsively at his thick wrist. Glenda shuddered and flopped back on the bed, moaning hoarsely, whipping her head from side to side.
She opened and closed her fingers spasmodically, little shudders rustling up and down her tied up body as she slowly, incredibly, adjusted to having a man’s hand inside her tight, juicy cunt.
Then Wilhelm began to move it, twisting his wrist from side to side, rubbing his fingers along the inner walls of her velvety vagina. Glenda screamed again, bucking wildly.
But it was with pleasure now, impossible pleasure, pleasure that made her rational mind snap as she entered a new dimension of primal carnal sensation. She rolled on this new, savage sea, gurgling and shrieking like a mad thing.
“Yeah! Feel your master’s iron fist up your hole, cunt! Feel him and worship! Feel him and orgasm! Feel him and give up your soul to me! You ARE me now, bitch! You are mine! You are my toy, my play-thing, my pawn!” von Brinkle whispered heatedly.
He had won. She had found the ultimate degradation, the dark, lurid place she had longed for ever since Glenda had become immersed in her desire for rope and subjugation…
Taking a wrong turn was the first in a series of misfortunes which befell Sean and Ruth Hathaway that foggy February evening in Connecticut. Sean had turned the cream-colored Volkswagon Rabbit off the Interstate, but unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong exit.
Now, the newlyweds found themselves driving slowly down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Dark trees lined the road on both sides, and there didn’t seem to be any signs of civilization. It was uncanny, almost like a scene out of a Twilight Zone episode, as Sean noted ironically at one point.
“Don’t say that, Sean!” Ruth exclaimed with a nervous laugh. “I’m a little frightened!”
“Don’t you worry, sugar-pie,” Sean said grandly, flashing her a white-toothed grin. “I’ll take good care of my little bride!”
Ruth beamed at her new husband, and felt a proud thrill swell in her capacious bosom. She glanced tenderly at the handsome young man who sat beside her, and felt almost overwhelmed with elation as she thought of the life they would spend together as man and wife.
They were teenaged sweethearts, wholesome youngsters from Hartford who met at a private Catholic school and fell in love in their junior year. They had planned the wedding for the day after graduation, and their parents had reluctantly agreed to the match.
Now they were on their own! They were driving to Tuckerville to stay overnight in a motel there before heading for Niagara Falls in the morning.
But somehow, Sean, who didn’t know that part of the state very well and whose sense of direction was hampered grievously by the ill weather, got lost, and now, they cruised along slowly on that deserted dirt road.
They were certainly an extremely attractive couple. Sean was a good-looking blond jock, boyishly handsome with a shock of straw-colored hair and twinkling blue eyes. He had the sleek, well-toned body of a young athlete.
Ruth was a gorgeous minx with curly brown hair bobbed at the shoulders and falling in cute bangs across her forehead. She had big, innocent green eyes, a tiny button of a nose and a sweet, full-lipped smile.
Her full, jutting breasts made perfect spheres in the soft pink cashmere sweater she now wore, having changed out of her bridal gown after the reception at her parents’ house.
“Look! Up ahead! It’s… It’s a CASTLE!” exclaimed Ruth, pointing.
“Nonsense, Ruth!” scoffed Sean. “A castle in Connecticut?”
But his voice trailed away as up ahead, sure enough, loomed a bona fide facsimile of a castle, lit up by glaring red lights against the dull black sky.
“Well! We’d better get out and ask for directions!” Sean said, parking the car.
He jumped out and Ruth followed him, not wanting to be left alone in the car. Ruth felt strangely uneasy. She wished they would just drive away from that weird place…
Sean rang the bell and after a moment, the huge oak door creaked inward. A pretty brunette dressed in a formal maid’s outfit looked out at them with a friendly smile.
“Hi there!” Sean grinned. “We’re lost! I hate to bother you, but may I use your phone?”
“Come this way, please. I’ll show you into the study,” the maid said in a musical voice, and led them through a grand foyer down a darkly lit, rather sinister hail.
Ruth noticed that the maid’s skirt was shockingly short and that she wore sexy black lace stockings and shoes with six inch stiletto heels. This place was certainly odd!
Ruth and Sean stepped into a small room with a fire blazing in the fire-place and a couple of easy chairs. There wasn’t a phone anywhere around.
Sean shrugged and said, “She’s probably gone to tell the owner of this place about us.”
“But why?” Ruth said uncertainly. “Sean, I think we should get out of here!”
“Don’t be a ninny! It’s perfectly all right! I’ll call up the hotel and tell them to hold onto our reservations and then I’ll ask the maid or the owner or whatever to tell us the proper directions to get there!”
As Sean was explaining this patiently to his frightened bride, the door to the room sprang open with a loud crash. Ruth Hathaway shrieked, leaping in the air, her face contorting with shock and mounting horror.
Sean swung around with a cry, saying hoarsely, “What the HECK?”
A bizarre figure swept into the room. So bizarre, in fact, that the Hathaways were momentarily paralyzed with shock as they ogled this creature.
It was a zaftig, incredibly well-proportioned female. Tall and majestic, she was exquisitely beautiful, with almond-shaped hazel eyes, a retrousse nose and full, scarlet-painted lips, twisted now in an evil smile.
She was bare-chested, and the huge, swelling mounds of her breasts jutted forward proudly, quivering when she moved. The sand dollar sized nipples were painted red, and they had been pierced. Big gold rings swung from each inch long nipple.
She wore black leather gloves which came right up to her shoulders, totally encasing her long, slender arms. She also wore black leather boots which came up to above the knee. These boots had pointy toes and sharp, six inch heels, and laced up the front.
Beyond the gloves and the boots, the woman was stark naked. Her pussy was a moist, pinkish mound of puffy, triangular flesh. Her thighs were shaved smooth.
Not only her thighs, either. The woman’s head was completely bald, smooth as an egg…
Yes, it was Glenda Farrell. Glenda Farrell, minus her rich, lustrous tresses of flame-red hair. Glenda Farrell, would be model, masochistic convert, and now, zaftig dominatrix…
Coming up behind her were two formidable looking men. They were Ian and Dirk, though of course the Hathaways were ignorant of this. Ian was bare-chested, his burly, hairy chest heaving as he panted and leered at the cornered newlyweds. His cock bulged obscenely in his loose, dirty brown trousers. He clenched rope in one hand and an ugly looking revolver in the other.
Dirk wore only a leather jock strap and, of course, that mysterious leather mask. Though she had been an inmate of Baron von Brinkle’s castle for six months now, Glenda had yet to see Dirk’s hidden face…
Like Ian, Dirk had rope in one hand and a gun in the other. Sean gawked at this bizarre threesome and then stepped in front of Ruth, his eyes darting nervously from Glenda to Ian to Dirk and back to Glenda.
“Uh… Uh… Hi!” he managed to squawk. “I’m Sean Hathaway, and this is my wife, Ruth. We’re lost! I think we’ve disturbed you at a party. Awfully sorry! Well, we’d better be shoving right along!”
He started to sidle towards the door, pulling Ruth behind him by the hand. Immediately, Ian and Dirk loomed menacingly in his way, aiming their guns at him.
Glenda spoke, her voice cracking loudly through the room. It was a powerful female voice, full of lust and hedonistic excitement, and with her flashing eyes, her bald head, her ringed nipples, and her armed henchmen, she did seem like some sort of omnipotent Goddess.
“Don’t try it, buster! The less fuss you make, the better it’ll be for you!” Glenda cried. “Give in now! It will be simpler! You have stepped into the realm of the Baron von Brinkle, and those who enter the realm do not leave!”
“I’m sorry, but we really must run along,” Sean faltered hoarsely. “You see, we’re newlyweds! We’re on our honeymoon! Please!”
“Hands up, punk!” Ian snarled thickly. “Or I’m gonna shoot you so full of lead you’ll look like Swiss cheese!”
Sean slowly raised his arms, fear and consternation gnawing at his belly. A pang of remorseful emotion cut through him as he heard Ruth whimper behind him.
“Oh, Sean! What’ll we DO?” she moaned.
Ian and Dirk pounced on the young athlete, forcing his arms behind his back and swiftly tying them together. Dirk flung the young man into a chair, and Ian swiftly tied him to the chair, wrapping ropes around his torso and lashing his legs to the chair’s legs.
Then, Dirk grabbed Ruth roughly. The little brunette began to scream hysterically, feebly trying to struggle as the mighty muscle-man gripped at her.
“Shaddup, you fuckin’ bitch!” Dirk snarled through his mask, back-handing her with a sharp cracking sound.
Ruth gurgled, her scream choking in her throat. Her eyes grew wide and empty as Dirk pulled her hands behind her back and lashed them tightly together.
“Oh God, don’t hurt her, you bastards! Don’t hurt her!” Sean moaned hoarsely.
“Oh, can it, you dumb Yuppie,” Glenda scoffed, slapping his face hard. “This is gonna do you both a lot of good!”
Dirk picked little Ruth Hathaway right off the floor, swinging the buxom bride across his brawny shoulder. He strode out of the room, followed by Ian.
Glenda regarded the stricken expression on Sean’s face and threw back her head, laughing raucously. It was the shrill, mirthless laughter of a sex-crazed maniac…
Ruth Hathaway’s blood-curdling screams reverberated through the big, dark dungeon in the bowels of Baron von Brinkle’s castle. The brown-haired, rosy-cheeked teenaged bride was naked now.
She was suspended from the high ceiling of the dungeon by ropes which dug cruelly into her wrists. Her nubile, creamy white body gleamed in the rippling flames of torches which lined the walls.
“Ah, she’s a succulent little creature, isn’t she, Dirk?” Wilhelm von Brinkle chuckled nastily as he surveyed the sobbing wench.
The Baron stood behind the suspended bride. He was nude, his brawny, hirsute body glistening with a sheen of sweat. He gripped a cat-of-nine-tails in one burly paw.
Now, he drew back his arm and swung again. The coiled lashes snapped viciously across the full, plump curves of Ruth’s buns, which were already scorched with dozens of angry red marks. Ruth’s body jerked violently as he lashed into her, and her scream rose wildly in the air.
“Ooooh, p-please, please, PLEASE, no more!” Ruth Hathaway sobbed as lusty Wilhelm von Brinkle strode up in front of her.
Wilhelm chuckled, greedily eyeing her big, creamy knockers. The ripe nubbins pointed outward prettily, red as cherries. He covered her titties with his big hands and crushed them in a savage grip, making Ruth wince and whimper.
“So, bitch! You’re on your honeymoon, huh?” Wilhelm boomed, sliding one hand down her belly and curving it between her thighs.
“Y-Yes! Please let us GO!” sobbed Ruth.
“Never screwed another dude’s bride before!” Wilhelm remarked, sliding his finger tip up and down the pink, dewy petals of her pussy. “I’m gonna make you beg me for my cock! I’m gonna make you grovel for it, cunt!”
“N-No! Please! I’m… I’m a VIRGIN!” wailed Ruth, tears streaming down her face.
“A VIRGIN!?” Wilhelm thundered in disbelief. “Did you hear that, Dirk? A bona fide VIRGIN! Damn! I ain’t popped a fresh cherry in the longest time! Lower her down, Dirk!”
Dirk released a rope and Ruth tumbled heavily to the ground, flopping forward with a choked cry, her trussed up hands falling behind her back. Wilhelm stepped up in front of her, and Dirk stepped up beside him.
Wilhelm von Brinkle stooped and grabbed the leash which was attached to a leather collar around Ruth’s slender neck. He jerked on it, forcing the girl to lift her pretty, tear-stained face.
“Lick our big fuckin’ dicks, bitch! Lick and suck ‘em all over! And you better do a good job, or I’m going to really let you have it with this whip. That was just a taste of the pain you’ll suffer if you don’t obey me to the letter, Ruth, baby.”
Ruth’s head was swimming. She felt on the verge of hysteria. Hazily, she felt herself starting to succumb to a strange, primal heat. As she mouthed and kissed and licked the fat, spongy cock-heads which were slapped and rubbed against her face, desire rippled unwittingly between her legs.
Jerking on the leash harshly, von Brinkle forced the tied up bride to orally service his huge cock and Dirk’s. The poor girl ran her taster all over their heavy fuck-poles and gobbled humbly at their greasy balls.
She choked and writhed wildly when Dirk forced his ramrod down her hot throat. Gripping her head in both hands, the masked muscle-man fucked the brunette’s face good and hard. Ruth thought she was going to pass out for a moment, and everything seemed dim and hazy.
She was sucking now, sucking like a slut, and her nipples were hard. Her tongue was quivering beneath the heavy, iron-hard tube steak which pumped down her aching gullet.
Dirk roared lustily, pulling his bull-sized dong out of her gasping, choking mouth. He wrenched back her head savagely by the hair, beating his meat hard and fast, panting thickly.
A great shudder rippled his mighty frame as his spit-slickened cock pumped thick, hot gushes of sperm from his balls. The pungent semen sprayed high in the air, spattering down all over Ruth’s flushed, moaning face.
Dirk pushed his cock back in her mouth and squirted the last few wads right down her raw gurgling throat. The hot tang of male scum burned on Ruth Hathaway’s tongue for the first time, and raw female lust tore through her tender, untrained loins.
The two men carried her over to a marble bench and lay her across it. Dirk wound ropes around her belly and the bench, tying her to it securely.
He straddled her face, his slimy nuts draping onto her nose and mouth as he pinched hold of her swollen nipples and began to brutally twist and tear at them, making Ruth scream again and again in mingled agony and ecstasy.
“Gonna pop me a hot bride cherry tonight, man!” von Brinkle panted hoarsely, getting between Ruth’s legs.
He slapped his over-sized dong against her moist pink cunny lips. Ruth whimpered, shuddering with dazed fear as she felt the bloated knob of his manhood slowly spread the tender folds of her virgin twat.
Baron von Brinkle gripped the marble sides of the bench for support, tensing his muscles. With a savage snarl, he heaved forward hard. His slippery horse-cock sliced into the velvety, suctioning furrow of tight, female flesh.
It collided with the soft wall of her hymen and tore right through it like tissue paper, pumping deeper and deeper inside of her, slamming against the far wall of her vagina.
White heat exploded through the bound virgin’s squirming body. She howled, straining desperately to twist away from the source of the agony, but held firmly back by the ropes around her middle.
Pain blistered her wide open cunt. It felt like a red hot poker had been rammed up inside her. And when von Brinkle started to pump in and out, Ruth thought she would pass out.
But she didn’t, and he started to pound into her, grunting thickly as he savagely knifed his corrugated fuck-shaft in and out of her torn, quivering cunthole. Pain seared and rippled through her in liquid waves, but now there was pleasure too, dark pleasure, dark and keen…
Ruth gurgled and moaned, her eyes rolling, starting to buck her hips. She made little incoherent babbling sounds, hoarse grunts choking in her throat as Wilhelm pounded into her with brute force again and again…
Dirk continued to maul and torture her nipples, and squatted down, mashing his beefy butt onto Ruth’s pretty face. He forced her to lick out his sweaty asshole while his master pumped his stiff horse-cock deep in her spasming snatch…
“Let me have it, sir! Please! Give me your precious load!”
It was Ruth Hathaway speaking, and the naive, pretty little virgin bride was no more. The dark-haired slut who knelt on the cold stone floor was a panting woman. Her hands were tied behind her back. Ropes twisted into her aching, ballooning knockers. Clamps tore into her rosy nipples. A thick black dildo was stuck way up her asshole.
It was about an hour later, and Wilhelm and Dirk stood side by side in front of the kneeling whore. They were panting hoarsely as they masturbated their big, slimy fuck-tools. Both of them had fucked all three of Ruth’s orifices till their balls were almost blue with excitement.
Now, their lust-charged loads came exploding up their masterfully throbbing sex tools. They roared with animalistic pleasure, pushing their fat dick-heads into Ruth’s sluttishly opened mouth.
The pretty little brunette made kittenish mewling sounds as hot gobs of pungent sperm blasted over her tongue and rolled in thick, steamy rivulets down her throat…
The handsome blond man faced the wall in the cozy sitting room. He was naked, his strong, sleek, copper-toned body glistening with sweat.
Glenda had impatiently tied his hands behind his back in her excitement. Now, she panted heavily as she whipped the boy’s firm, fuzzy butt cheeks with his own leather belt.
She snarled with sadistic glee as she slashed at the young man’s buttocks. Lust burned in her hot, shaved pussy, and her delight increased when she saw that Sean sported a helplessly stiff erection.
Sean’s head reeled as pain ripped through him. He realized suddenly that the bonds around his wrists were loose, and he subtly squirmed his hands around till the rope came loose and fell to the floor.
Swiftly, the handsome athlete spun around, rage creasing his All American features. He grabbed Glenda’s arm, twisting it hard till she cried out and dropped the belt. He roughly flung her onto the floor and raced for the door.
He turned the knob and pulled at it. But the door was locked. Panting hard, he swung around to face the gorgeous bald dominatrix.
“Give me the key, bitch!” he snarled. “Let me OUT of here!”
Glenda got up on her knees and uttered a silvery, mocking laugh, her high, fine titties jiggling merrily.
“I don’t HAVE a key, smart-ass!” she purred. “You’re going to have to stay here till the Baron comes to get you!”
“Shit,” Sean snarled, looking around wildly.
He saw a goblet on a table full of rosy, enticing looking liquid. He felt suddenly very thirsty, and he rushed over to the goblet and quaffed its contents quickly. The liquid was warm and honey-sweet, and almost immediately, he felt a rippling glow quiver through his veins.
He turned to Glenda and snarled savagely, “What’s with you people, anyway? Are you nuts or something?”
“We like to tie up and dominate people,” Glenda purred, massaging her full breasts and running her tongue over her ripe red lips. “And some of us like to be tied up and dominated.”
Lust seared through the blond jock’s big, fuzzy nuts as he ogled the bald wench. He felt all funny and weird inside. A strange, primal fire began to ignite in his loins.
He felt like a man. A man, big and strong. And this groveling bitch was at his mercy. She had trapped him in here. She had dared to whip his naked ass. He’d show her!
“I’ll teach you, bitch! I’ll teach you GOOD!” Sean snarled, lunging at Glenda.
She put up no resistance as he roughly tied her hands behind her back. In fact, she had a smug smile on her gorgeous face.
When he flung her face down on the carpet and straddled her middle, she moaned huskily. Hoarse, broken cries fluttered from her lips as he started to savagely whip her ass with the thick leather belt. But they were cries of deep, wanton need. Dark, hedonistic pleasure fanned through her body as she felt the ropes chafe her wrists while the leather belt slash her buns again and again.
When he entered her. Glenda gasped throatily. Sean was panting hard. His hands clenched tightly around her waist as he pumped his throbbing erection into the bald girl’s wet cunt.
His lean, muscled thighs clapped vigorously against her upturned, red-striped buns as he pounded into her again and again. He wrapped his arms around her middle, clenching her full, sweet breasts. He wrenched and twisted at them savagely, pulling on the gold rings as he plowed her juicy furrow good and hard…
Yes, Glenda got hers but good that February evening, and when young Sean Hathaway sprayed her honeyed vagina full of creamy scum, she shrieked in ecstasy, wracked by her own body-blistering climax…
He forced Glenda to suck his cock, his balls, his hairy asshole. He made her worship his strong body from head to toe. He tied ropes all over her body, trussing her up tight as mummy.
When Baron von Brinkle finally came to the room, he found himself faced with a new, willing recruit. A week later, Sean Hathaway drove back to Tuckerville, collected all of his and Ruth’s belongings, and moved into the castle in Connecticut.
Ruth and Glenda soon became good friends and willing vassals to those two rugged men. And the tradition continued. The tradition of rope, of bondage, of subservience…
Call it madness, call it bliss. But it was certainly strange and wonderful…
Then, he shoved it in her mouth. His thick thighs clamped around the sides of Glenda’s face, and he was kneeling on some of her hair, twisting it painfully.
He began to lewdly hump his hips back and forth, muttering hoarse obscenities as he pumped his vein-latticed pecker in and out of Glenda’s circled, suckling lips. She wrapped and wriggled her silky tongue around his member, humming wantonly as it burrowed into her hot throat.
Somehow, she found she could take it with no discomfort. It seemed to belong there, sliding into her quivering gullet, filling up her mouth. The acrid taste of his heated phallus made her salivate with desire.
Wilhelm grunted thickly, slapping at her drooping, jiggling knockers, grabbing up big fistfuls of her fleshy tits and crushing and twisting at them. He kept snapping his thumbs and forefingers around her swollen nipples, jerking them roughly away from her body, snarling thickly as he fucked Glenda’s upside down face, his balls smacking against her forehead.
Leaning forward, he perused her puffy bruised pink twat. It was moist with girl-juice and semen and the lips quivered spasmodically as druggy desire flooded the bound beauty’s body.
Wilhelm crushed his slavering mouth between her splayed legs, growling greedily as he slurped and sucked on her satiny mons. His strong teeth grazed the tender flesh, making it burn exquisitely.
His hot, athletic tongue whipped over the sensitized folds of her labia, teasing her clit, darting rapidly in and out of her suctioning cunt hole.
Concentrating on her rigid love bud, Wilhelm flicked his taster fast as a hummingbird’s wing across it. At the same time, he rammed two thick fingers deep in her sopping cunt and began to fuck them roughly in and out, twisting them around and stretching them inside her, testing the elasticity of Glenda’s snatch.
Body-ripping ecstasy exploded through Glenda’s loins as he did this. She writhed and bucked, orgasming violently again and again, her hot cunt honey lubricating his ramming fingers and soaking his probing tongue. She screamed around his pumping cock, and the reverberations of her gurgling cries drove the big, bald brute over the edge.
He threw back his head, roaring lustily, sliding his thickening dong to the root in her mouth and throat. His pecker stiffened, bloated and jerked again and again like a repeating rifle.
Scalding jets of man-scum pumped right down Glenda’s gurgling gullet, fountaining into her again and again, nearly drowning her, for she could not swallow in that topsy turvy, upside down position.
Uttering a hoarse groan, the muscle-bound Baron sank back on his knees, his diminishing cock squelching out of Glenda’s choking mouth. Rivulets of sperm gushed from the corners of the bound red-head’s lips, puddling on the floor.
And once more, Glenda sank into that murky, glistening dream-state where everything was liquid and only half-real…
*****
Glenda woke to find herself in a soft bed with a big, warm man beside her, caressing her swollen, trussed up knockers and muttering softly in a deep, husky voice. She was in a small, dimly lit bedroom, in an ornate, canopied bed.Wilhelm von Brinkle lay next to her. The beefy bald ex-wrestler was stark naked now, except for black leather gloves. He rubbed Glenda’s aching titties against his brawny, hairy chest and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing Glenda hard.
Glenda tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. She slowly realized that her hands and feet were pulled together behind her back, and all four were trussed together with thick, tight lengths of hemp rope. The stacked red-head from Potter’s Bluff was trussed up like a pig ready for slaughter.
“Yeah, baby,” Wilhelm whispered. “You wanna be the Baron’s fuck-bitch bad, don’t ya? You wanna worship your big brawny master like the slave-whore you are, huh?”
He kneaded her doughy tits so that the pliant white flesh oozed between his leather-clad fingers. He covered her sulky lips with his hard mouth, and his beard and moustache tickled her face as Wilhelm shoved his drooling tongue deep in her mouth and swapped spit.
He clapped one hand up between her thighs, dragging his fingers across the puffy folds of her cunny, making them burn with pain and erotic rapture. He jabbed his middle finger rapidly in and out of her wet twat as he stared into her dazed hazel eyes.
He took his finger out of her juicy snatch and made her suck it clean, sliding the digit back and forth between her circled, sensuous lips. He slapped her a few times for good measure and chomped and twisted at her fat nipples till Glenda screamed in lusty pleasure.
Abruptly, the hairy Baron rolled over on his back and clapped his gloved hands together sharply.
“Dirk! Pull the rope!” roared Wilhelm.
They were not alone in the room, as Glenda had initially believed. Standing in the shadows beyond the bed was the enormous, incredibly muscular masked man who had been beating the mulatto wench when Maude ushered Glenda to the pool room.
Dirk — (for that was his name) — now grabbed a thick rope which went up to the ceiling and ran through a couple of pulleys before draping down and connecting with the ropes which bound together Glenda’s hands and feet. His mighty muscles contracting, Dirk began to drag at the rope, pulling hand over hand.
Glenda gave a little cry of shock, for she felt herself being lifted right off the bed, dangling in mid-air. She swung back and forth, like a pendulum, the harsh hemp twisting and digging into the tender, bruised flesh of her slender ankles and wrists.
Wilhelm von Brinkle jumped off the bed and strode along beside the girl. She hung down so that the vertically extended trunk of her body and her head were on a level with the hairy bald man’s thighs.
Grabbing a scarlet-hued handful of Glenda’s hair, Wilhelm wrenched back her head so she was forced to stare in front of her. Tears burned in her eyes as some of her hair was nearly pulled out by the roots.
“Take a look at my man-slave, cunt! He is my tool, an extension of myself! Some day, perhaps, you too may earn the right to be one of my hand-maidens. Perhaps, but perhaps not…”
He paused, his erect bull-meat jerking up and down in the air as he stared down at the dangling, bound beauty.
“Look upon this paragon of proud masculinity! He’s a fine specimen, is he not, bitch?” Wilhelm snarled hoarsely.
“Y-Yes, master! Very fine!” Glenda whimpered hoarsely.
“Do you like him, whore?” demanded Wilhelm.
“If… If you wish me to, master, I do!” Glenda moaned.
“That is a good answer, my filthy little cunt! Very good! Yes, perhaps it would amuse me if you worshipped that body! Entertain me well, my little twat, or you shall suffer the brunt of my righteous rage!”
The Baron strode over to the rope and pulled on it, raising Glenda so she was parallel with Dirk’s broad chest. The powerfully built masked man was striking a series of muscle-man poses, showing off his brawn.
Dirk was huge. His massive, pumped up physique was copper-toned from head to toe, and every hair on his body had been shaved off, so the big, bulging ripples of steel-hard muscle were sleekly displayed. The leather mask completely covered his face, except for sinister slits for his eyes and nose and mouth.
Between his massive legs, his horse-sized truncheon pulsated mightily, the rosy mushroom cap slapping up against his rippling belly. His heavy, swollen balls dangled half-way to his knees.
Now, he grabbed a handful of Glenda’s hair and jerked her face against the bulging melon-half of his biceps.
“Lick him, slut! Lick and suck his hard body all over!” Baron von Brinkle roared, slapping his paw brutally across her bruised cunt.
Glenda yelped, feeling two of Wilhelm’s gloved fingers start to pump savagely in and out of her twitching vagina. She mouthed the solid bulge of Dirk’s biceps, polishing it with warm spit.
Dirk growled, pushing her face up beneath his arm. She imbibed the rank scent of his sweaty, smooth-shaven armpit and licked it sluttishly, tasting his salty sweat.
He guided her flushed, beautiful face down over the jutting globes of his massive pectorals. Baron von Brinkle gradually lowered the rope to facilitate her oral journey.
She wrapped her rosy lips around each of Dirk’s hard brown paps. They jutted masterfully against her swiping tongue, hard as rubber nails, and she milked at them with bitch pleasure, her pussy squirming excitedly around Wilhelm’s pumping, gloved fingers.
“Yeah! Suck his big muscled tits, slut! Worship that mindless Adonis! Worship ME! Worship your master with your whole being, you buxom bound beauty!” von Brinkle muttered hoarsely as he frigged her twat.
Dirk made her thoroughly wash his huge, slimy nuts. He stuffed his heavy, fat balls into her gaping mouth, rubbing his musky scrotum all over her face. He slapped and rubbed his bull-sized dong against her cheeks and lips and eyes and nose and chin…
Then he turned around, planting his powerful legs wide apart. Reaching around, Dirk gripped the smooth, beefy cheeks of his bubble butt and spread them wide. This action displayed the winking brown pucker of his taut asshole.
His anus glistened with a bead of man-sweat, twitching masterfully as the masked brute backed into Glenda’s panting face. The blasting heat of his muscled ass consumed her senses, making the trussed up slut shudder and gasp in delirious subservient ecstasy.
“Rim that asshole, girl!” Wilhelm snarled hoarsely, scraping his thumb over her tender, burning clitoris. “Lick Dirk’s greasy asshole all over and stick that tongue right up inside him and work it in and out! Yeah! Eat out his hot ass, bitch!”
Dirk groaned hoarsely, jacking on his huge, spit-lubricated cock as he savored the satiny sensations of Glenda’s soft lips and long, tactile tongue on his butt. Glenda swiped her taster in long, vibrating licks up and down his deep, sticky ass crack.
She tongued greedily at the greasy wrinkled bud of his bunghole, feeling the heat it generated as she probed the aperture. Pushing forward, Glenda hummed in whorish pleasure as her long, silky licker popped up into Dirk’s grimy, oven-hot rectum.
The masked man roared his savage delight, mashing his beefy butt aggressively against the girl’s face, clenching at her wiggling tongue with his viselike anus.
“Feed her your tube steak, Dirk!” von Brinkle’s voice rang out lustily. “Fuck it down her tight, willing throat!”
Dirk straightened up, swinging around to face her, panting hard. His horse-cock, all eleven and a half inches of it, pulsated before her tear-dazzled eyes like some heathen idol.
It was ropy with lust-bloated veins, and a gooey trickle of moisture oozed from the half inch slit of his glans. Twisting at her hair cruelly, Dirk pushed the pulpy head of his pecker against Glenda’s panting lips.
Obediently, Glenda yawned her jaws wide apart, till they ached from the effort. She gurgled as Dirk pumped his dick over her squirming tongue. His dick-knob scraped along the roof of her mouth and punched against her tonsils.
Glenda gagged slightly, but tilted her head and relaxed her well-practiced throat muscles. Dark heat seared through her as Dirk’s big, slippery fuck-pole stroked, inch after throbbing inch, down her humming gullet. His muscular, smooth-shaven thighs and spit-lubricated balls smacked up against her face.
Groaning hoarsely, Dirk clenched her head in his huge hands and rolled his hips, making his beefy hardon jerk masterfully deep in the bound girl’s tight throat. He pulled back long enough for Glenda to breathe through her nose. Then he shoved it down her throat once more.
Glenda began to suck blindly, uttering choked little mewling sounds as she hollowed her cheeks and worked her moist red lips up and down the thick shaft of Dirk’s dong.
“Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! The bitch sucks GOOD!” Dirk cried hoarsely, panting hard as lust and pleasure rippled through his sweat-soaked, muscle-bound physique.
“OK, Dirk, enough!” thundered Wilhelm. “Now it is time for the beast to mount the beauty in the proper fashion!”
Immediately, the masked stud pulled his hefty whang out of Glenda’s gurgling mouth and stepped back as Wilhelm skillfully worked the ropes and pulleys which kept the red-head suspended from the ceiling.
Glenda felt herself being lowered to the ground. Dirk stepped forward and fumbled with her bonds. Her arms and legs flopped limply onto the carpet alongside of her, like useless appendages.
Red marks bruised her wrists and ankles, and they ached deliciously. Everything seemed to swirl and shimmer around her. The red carpet seemed like a vast universe, spreading out into infinity on all sides.
Roughly, Wilhelm flipped Glenda over on her back. He pulled her arms together above her head and lashed them tightly with lengths of rope.
He pushed her bound hands and arms between his legs and sat on them, clamping his powerful, hairy thighs together, pinning her to the floor.
Dirk towered above her like a larger than life Greek statue made of flesh and muscle. His enormous physique glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as if well-oiled. His eyes glittered through the slits in the leather mask.
Flexing his muscles, the big brute dropped to his knees between Glenda’s spread legs. He lay on top of her, his massive torso crushing Glenda’s swollen, tied up titties, his bull-meat sliding against her belly and twat.
He played with her jutting jugs, pinching and mouthing and biting her aching red nipples till Glenda screamed and writhed in mingled agony and ecstasy. He ran his drooling tongue down her sleek belly and mashed his masked face between her tender thighs.
The hot leather felt rough and sexy against her sensitized cunny and loins. She gasped as Dirk’s hot tongue darted out and probed her juicy sex, fanning all over the petals of her vulva, flicking in and out of her coral pink hole.
He licked Glenda’s cunt till she was bucking her hips wildly, uttering breathy cries of unadulterated rapture. Then, Dirk scrambled forward, his hands planted on the rug on either side of her.
Gripping hold of his saliva-imbued phallus, the masked muscle-man guided his sex-tool between the bound girl’s legs, prodding the sticky opening to her bower of bliss. Dirk slowly sank to the hilt inside of her, his bull-cock stretching her love-glove to the limit, sending scorching waves of ecstasy through her body.
“Yeah, fuck her! Fuck her hard, Dirk! Ram that cock up my bitch slave’s cunny!” commanded Dirk gruffly, stroking his own lust-engorged tool as he watched his man-servant pound Glenda’s wet pussy wide open.
The well-built stud was in a push-ups position, athletically snapping and grinding his sweaty butt up and down, hard and fast. He pistoned the long, thick rod of his cock in and out of the hot, suctioning glove of Glenda’s pussy, his heavy balls whacking up against her plump white buns again and again.
Dirk pulled back till only the rosy knob of his pecker was encased by the bound slut’s tight, molten snatch. Then he pounded forward, uttering a hoarse, deep-throated grunt as he stroked his tool to the hilt inside her once more.
He repeated this action again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder, really socking it to the shrieking woman, making her body jerk violently as his sweaty thighs clapped roughly against hers. The force of his muscular fucking nearly knocked the breath from Glenda’s lungs, and she was gasping and moaning, her head reeling with wild, sensual ecstasy.
Wilhelm scrambled off of Glenda’s arms, panting thickly, lust searing through his big, macho body. His gigantic pecker pulsated in the air as he swung his head towards Dirk.
“Roll her over on her side! We’re gonna screw the cow together!” von Brinkle snarled thickly, and Dirk swiftly obeyed.
Sinking his schlong to the balls inside of her, the masked muscle-man pulled Glenda onto her side facing him, lifting her lacerated buns into view. Baron von Brinkle took swift advantage of this angle to maneuver himself up on his side behind Glenda.
Grabbing hold of his slimy member, the hairy ex-wrestler crammed it between Glenda’s tingling buns. Glenda sobbed hoarsely as she felt the brutal pressure of his fat, squarish cock-crown against her burning anus.
When Baron von Brinkle punched his dong halfway up her ass, Glenda’s screams resounded joyously through the small, dark bedroom. Mindless passion and subservient delight scorched the senses of the trussed up beauty as she felt two impossibly large peckers pumping vigorously inside of her at the same time.
When Dirk stroked his love-tool to the root in her gushing twat, Baron von Brinkle pulled most of his barbed lance out of her ass. Then, they rhythmically reversed the motion, and this double friction was so intense, that Glenda felt herself reaching climax after body-blistering climax.
She sobbed and writhed, bucking her hips frantically back and forth, impaling herself with whorish pleasure on both pounding tube steaks. She felt the rope biting and twisting at her wrists, and this increased her pleasure a hundred times, perhaps a thousand…
“Yeah, take it, wench! Fuck her, Dirk! Pound this slut’s pussy with your bull-meat while I’m fuckin’ her tight ass! Yeah!” Wilhelm panted thickly, twisting his ramrod around in Glenda’s steamy, clenching bowels. “C’mon, slut! Squeal for it! Beg for our big dicks, bitch! I wanna feel ya cummin’ while we’re pluggin’ you!”
Their powerfully muscled bodies — Wilhelm’s hairy, Dirk’s baby-smooth — smacked against Glenda’s, sandwiching her writhing, curvaceous figure erotically. Glenda felt something snap deep within her.
Everything came exploding to the surface, setting fire to her nerve endings gloriously.
“Ooooooh Y-YEEEEEEES!” Glenda shrieked, tossing her mane of red hair. “PLEASE FUCK MEEEEE! P-PLEEEEEEASE! Y-YEEEEES!! OH GOD! OOOOH G-GOD! I’M C-CUUUUUUMING!”
She writhed and convulsed, in the throes of an orgasm which tore through her mercilessly. Flames and smoke seemed to dazzle her vision as the body blistering heat of total pleasure splashed through Glenda again and again.
“Awww, m-man! Awwwww, M-MAN!” Dirk was groaning thickly as he stroked rapidly in and out of Glenda’s hot, buttery snatch, feeling it suck greedily at his thickening member as Glenda came and came.
“Shoot it, Dirk!” ordered Wilhelm gruffly. “Shoot that load up the bitch’s wet twat! Do it NOW!”
Dirk was well-trained. His big body stiffened. He gave a strangled groan, sliding his eleven inch baloney up Glenda’s squirming cunt. Scalding jets of sperm vaulted from his balls, hosing thickly again and again, deep in Glenda’s burning, squirming vagina.
Once more, Glenda felt herself drifting off into a nether world of dreams and whispers and inchoate sensations. She felt herself being lifted and manhandled.
Things seemed to shift and change. Sharp sensations disturbed her hazy half-consciousness. She moaned and moved weakly in her erotic dream world, not yet able to break the surface of reality…
“Feel it! Feel me touching you there! Feel my big hand! Feel my big, strong fingers! Feel my leather gloves…”
These words, harsh, deep, masculine, tyrannical, pierced the haze. Slowly, the clouds parted, and she could see with pristine clarity once more. She was again on the bed, but she was now spread-eagled.
Her hands and feet were tied to the bed posts, stretching wide apart. Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle crouched between her splayed gams.
One of his big, gloved hands was between her legs. He was rubbing and playing with her juicy, coral pink cock, plucking and pulling at her fleshy labia, tickling her clitoral bud. Pleasure washed over her.
Glenda’s nipples smarted suddenly, dull throbs of fire seeming to shoot through them. She looked at them and whimpered softly. Strong metal clamps had been twisted tightly onto her erect nubbins, pinching into them deeply, so they stuck out like swollen raisins.
Baron von Brinkle had greased up his gloved hand. It gleamed in the torch light like polished ebony. He pushed two greasy, leather-clad fingers into the warm tunnel of Glenda’s twat.
Glenda moaned softly. Slowly, Wilhelm worked a third thick digit inside her. Then, he pushed in his little finger, two.
He now had all his fingers up Glenda’s cunt to the second knuckle. A growing intensity of sensation was building between her legs as Glenda felt her elastic cunny stretching slowly beyond the point it of knowledge.
She was yawning open farther than she’d ever been opened before as slowly, masterfully, Baron von Brinkle flexed his biceps and began to worm his black gloved hand inside her hot, puffy vagina.
“AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!” Glenda screamed, her eyes bugging, her back arching.
She didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure. But the feelings which tore and blazed through her outrageously gaping twat were so powerful, they were excruciating.
Blinding explosions of white heat flared behind her eyes as suddenly, Wilhelm’s huge gloved paw popped inside the silken furrow of her distended fuck-hole.
Her slippery cuntal lips were clutching convulsively at his thick wrist. Glenda shuddered and flopped back on the bed, moaning hoarsely, whipping her head from side to side.
She opened and closed her fingers spasmodically, little shudders rustling up and down her tied up body as she slowly, incredibly, adjusted to having a man’s hand inside her tight, juicy cunt.
Then Wilhelm began to move it, twisting his wrist from side to side, rubbing his fingers along the inner walls of her velvety vagina. Glenda screamed again, bucking wildly.
But it was with pleasure now, impossible pleasure, pleasure that made her rational mind snap as she entered a new dimension of primal carnal sensation. She rolled on this new, savage sea, gurgling and shrieking like a mad thing.
“Yeah! Feel your master’s iron fist up your hole, cunt! Feel him and worship! Feel him and orgasm! Feel him and give up your soul to me! You ARE me now, bitch! You are mine! You are my toy, my play-thing, my pawn!” von Brinkle whispered heatedly.
He had won. She had found the ultimate degradation, the dark, lurid place she had longed for ever since Glenda had become immersed in her desire for rope and subjugation…
Taking a wrong turn was the first in a series of misfortunes which befell Sean and Ruth Hathaway that foggy February evening in Connecticut. Sean had turned the cream-colored Volkswagon Rabbit off the Interstate, but unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong exit.
Now, the newlyweds found themselves driving slowly down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Dark trees lined the road on both sides, and there didn’t seem to be any signs of civilization. It was uncanny, almost like a scene out of a Twilight Zone episode, as Sean noted ironically at one point.
“Don’t say that, Sean!” Ruth exclaimed with a nervous laugh. “I’m a little frightened!”
“Don’t you worry, sugar-pie,” Sean said grandly, flashing her a white-toothed grin. “I’ll take good care of my little bride!”
Ruth beamed at her new husband, and felt a proud thrill swell in her capacious bosom. She glanced tenderly at the handsome young man who sat beside her, and felt almost overwhelmed with elation as she thought of the life they would spend together as man and wife.
They were teenaged sweethearts, wholesome youngsters from Hartford who met at a private Catholic school and fell in love in their junior year. They had planned the wedding for the day after graduation, and their parents had reluctantly agreed to the match.
Now they were on their own! They were driving to Tuckerville to stay overnight in a motel there before heading for Niagara Falls in the morning.
But somehow, Sean, who didn’t know that part of the state very well and whose sense of direction was hampered grievously by the ill weather, got lost, and now, they cruised along slowly on that deserted dirt road.
They were certainly an extremely attractive couple. Sean was a good-looking blond jock, boyishly handsome with a shock of straw-colored hair and twinkling blue eyes. He had the sleek, well-toned body of a young athlete.
Ruth was a gorgeous minx with curly brown hair bobbed at the shoulders and falling in cute bangs across her forehead. She had big, innocent green eyes, a tiny button of a nose and a sweet, full-lipped smile.
Her full, jutting breasts made perfect spheres in the soft pink cashmere sweater she now wore, having changed out of her bridal gown after the reception at her parents’ house.
“Look! Up ahead! It’s… It’s a CASTLE!” exclaimed Ruth, pointing.
“Nonsense, Ruth!” scoffed Sean. “A castle in Connecticut?”
But his voice trailed away as up ahead, sure enough, loomed a bona fide facsimile of a castle, lit up by glaring red lights against the dull black sky.
“Well! We’d better get out and ask for directions!” Sean said, parking the car.
He jumped out and Ruth followed him, not wanting to be left alone in the car. Ruth felt strangely uneasy. She wished they would just drive away from that weird place…
Sean rang the bell and after a moment, the huge oak door creaked inward. A pretty brunette dressed in a formal maid’s outfit looked out at them with a friendly smile.
“Hi there!” Sean grinned. “We’re lost! I hate to bother you, but may I use your phone?”
“Come this way, please. I’ll show you into the study,” the maid said in a musical voice, and led them through a grand foyer down a darkly lit, rather sinister hail.
Ruth noticed that the maid’s skirt was shockingly short and that she wore sexy black lace stockings and shoes with six inch stiletto heels. This place was certainly odd!
Ruth and Sean stepped into a small room with a fire blazing in the fire-place and a couple of easy chairs. There wasn’t a phone anywhere around.
Sean shrugged and said, “She’s probably gone to tell the owner of this place about us.”
“But why?” Ruth said uncertainly. “Sean, I think we should get out of here!”
“Don’t be a ninny! It’s perfectly all right! I’ll call up the hotel and tell them to hold onto our reservations and then I’ll ask the maid or the owner or whatever to tell us the proper directions to get there!”
As Sean was explaining this patiently to his frightened bride, the door to the room sprang open with a loud crash. Ruth Hathaway shrieked, leaping in the air, her face contorting with shock and mounting horror.
Sean swung around with a cry, saying hoarsely, “What the HECK?”
A bizarre figure swept into the room. So bizarre, in fact, that the Hathaways were momentarily paralyzed with shock as they ogled this creature.
It was a zaftig, incredibly well-proportioned female. Tall and majestic, she was exquisitely beautiful, with almond-shaped hazel eyes, a retrousse nose and full, scarlet-painted lips, twisted now in an evil smile.
She was bare-chested, and the huge, swelling mounds of her breasts jutted forward proudly, quivering when she moved. The sand dollar sized nipples were painted red, and they had been pierced. Big gold rings swung from each inch long nipple.
She wore black leather gloves which came right up to her shoulders, totally encasing her long, slender arms. She also wore black leather boots which came up to above the knee. These boots had pointy toes and sharp, six inch heels, and laced up the front.
Beyond the gloves and the boots, the woman was stark naked. Her pussy was a moist, pinkish mound of puffy, triangular flesh. Her thighs were shaved smooth.
Not only her thighs, either. The woman’s head was completely bald, smooth as an egg…
Yes, it was Glenda Farrell. Glenda Farrell, minus her rich, lustrous tresses of flame-red hair. Glenda Farrell, would be model, masochistic convert, and now, zaftig dominatrix…
Coming up behind her were two formidable looking men. They were Ian and Dirk, though of course the Hathaways were ignorant of this. Ian was bare-chested, his burly, hairy chest heaving as he panted and leered at the cornered newlyweds. His cock bulged obscenely in his loose, dirty brown trousers. He clenched rope in one hand and an ugly looking revolver in the other.
Dirk wore only a leather jock strap and, of course, that mysterious leather mask. Though she had been an inmate of Baron von Brinkle’s castle for six months now, Glenda had yet to see Dirk’s hidden face…
Like Ian, Dirk had rope in one hand and a gun in the other. Sean gawked at this bizarre threesome and then stepped in front of Ruth, his eyes darting nervously from Glenda to Ian to Dirk and back to Glenda.
“Uh… Uh… Hi!” he managed to squawk. “I’m Sean Hathaway, and this is my wife, Ruth. We’re lost! I think we’ve disturbed you at a party. Awfully sorry! Well, we’d better be shoving right along!”
He started to sidle towards the door, pulling Ruth behind him by the hand. Immediately, Ian and Dirk loomed menacingly in his way, aiming their guns at him.
Glenda spoke, her voice cracking loudly through the room. It was a powerful female voice, full of lust and hedonistic excitement, and with her flashing eyes, her bald head, her ringed nipples, and her armed henchmen, she did seem like some sort of omnipotent Goddess.
“Don’t try it, buster! The less fuss you make, the better it’ll be for you!” Glenda cried. “Give in now! It will be simpler! You have stepped into the realm of the Baron von Brinkle, and those who enter the realm do not leave!”
“I’m sorry, but we really must run along,” Sean faltered hoarsely. “You see, we’re newlyweds! We’re on our honeymoon! Please!”
“Hands up, punk!” Ian snarled thickly. “Or I’m gonna shoot you so full of lead you’ll look like Swiss cheese!”
Sean slowly raised his arms, fear and consternation gnawing at his belly. A pang of remorseful emotion cut through him as he heard Ruth whimper behind him.
“Oh, Sean! What’ll we DO?” she moaned.
Ian and Dirk pounced on the young athlete, forcing his arms behind his back and swiftly tying them together. Dirk flung the young man into a chair, and Ian swiftly tied him to the chair, wrapping ropes around his torso and lashing his legs to the chair’s legs.
Then, Dirk grabbed Ruth roughly. The little brunette began to scream hysterically, feebly trying to struggle as the mighty muscle-man gripped at her.
“Shaddup, you fuckin’ bitch!” Dirk snarled through his mask, back-handing her with a sharp cracking sound.
Ruth gurgled, her scream choking in her throat. Her eyes grew wide and empty as Dirk pulled her hands behind her back and lashed them tightly together.
“Oh God, don’t hurt her, you bastards! Don’t hurt her!” Sean moaned hoarsely.
“Oh, can it, you dumb Yuppie,” Glenda scoffed, slapping his face hard. “This is gonna do you both a lot of good!”
Dirk picked little Ruth Hathaway right off the floor, swinging the buxom bride across his brawny shoulder. He strode out of the room, followed by Ian.
Glenda regarded the stricken expression on Sean’s face and threw back her head, laughing raucously. It was the shrill, mirthless laughter of a sex-crazed maniac…
*****
“H-HAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!”Ruth Hathaway’s blood-curdling screams reverberated through the big, dark dungeon in the bowels of Baron von Brinkle’s castle. The brown-haired, rosy-cheeked teenaged bride was naked now.
She was suspended from the high ceiling of the dungeon by ropes which dug cruelly into her wrists. Her nubile, creamy white body gleamed in the rippling flames of torches which lined the walls.
“Ah, she’s a succulent little creature, isn’t she, Dirk?” Wilhelm von Brinkle chuckled nastily as he surveyed the sobbing wench.
The Baron stood behind the suspended bride. He was nude, his brawny, hirsute body glistening with a sheen of sweat. He gripped a cat-of-nine-tails in one burly paw.
Now, he drew back his arm and swung again. The coiled lashes snapped viciously across the full, plump curves of Ruth’s buns, which were already scorched with dozens of angry red marks. Ruth’s body jerked violently as he lashed into her, and her scream rose wildly in the air.
“Ooooh, p-please, please, PLEASE, no more!” Ruth Hathaway sobbed as lusty Wilhelm von Brinkle strode up in front of her.
Wilhelm chuckled, greedily eyeing her big, creamy knockers. The ripe nubbins pointed outward prettily, red as cherries. He covered her titties with his big hands and crushed them in a savage grip, making Ruth wince and whimper.
“So, bitch! You’re on your honeymoon, huh?” Wilhelm boomed, sliding one hand down her belly and curving it between her thighs.
“Y-Yes! Please let us GO!” sobbed Ruth.
“Never screwed another dude’s bride before!” Wilhelm remarked, sliding his finger tip up and down the pink, dewy petals of her pussy. “I’m gonna make you beg me for my cock! I’m gonna make you grovel for it, cunt!”
“N-No! Please! I’m… I’m a VIRGIN!” wailed Ruth, tears streaming down her face.
“A VIRGIN!?” Wilhelm thundered in disbelief. “Did you hear that, Dirk? A bona fide VIRGIN! Damn! I ain’t popped a fresh cherry in the longest time! Lower her down, Dirk!”
Dirk released a rope and Ruth tumbled heavily to the ground, flopping forward with a choked cry, her trussed up hands falling behind her back. Wilhelm stepped up in front of her, and Dirk stepped up beside him.
Wilhelm von Brinkle stooped and grabbed the leash which was attached to a leather collar around Ruth’s slender neck. He jerked on it, forcing the girl to lift her pretty, tear-stained face.
“Lick our big fuckin’ dicks, bitch! Lick and suck ‘em all over! And you better do a good job, or I’m going to really let you have it with this whip. That was just a taste of the pain you’ll suffer if you don’t obey me to the letter, Ruth, baby.”
Ruth’s head was swimming. She felt on the verge of hysteria. Hazily, she felt herself starting to succumb to a strange, primal heat. As she mouthed and kissed and licked the fat, spongy cock-heads which were slapped and rubbed against her face, desire rippled unwittingly between her legs.
Jerking on the leash harshly, von Brinkle forced the tied up bride to orally service his huge cock and Dirk’s. The poor girl ran her taster all over their heavy fuck-poles and gobbled humbly at their greasy balls.
She choked and writhed wildly when Dirk forced his ramrod down her hot throat. Gripping her head in both hands, the masked muscle-man fucked the brunette’s face good and hard. Ruth thought she was going to pass out for a moment, and everything seemed dim and hazy.
She was sucking now, sucking like a slut, and her nipples were hard. Her tongue was quivering beneath the heavy, iron-hard tube steak which pumped down her aching gullet.
Dirk roared lustily, pulling his bull-sized dong out of her gasping, choking mouth. He wrenched back her head savagely by the hair, beating his meat hard and fast, panting thickly.
A great shudder rippled his mighty frame as his spit-slickened cock pumped thick, hot gushes of sperm from his balls. The pungent semen sprayed high in the air, spattering down all over Ruth’s flushed, moaning face.
Dirk pushed his cock back in her mouth and squirted the last few wads right down her raw gurgling throat. The hot tang of male scum burned on Ruth Hathaway’s tongue for the first time, and raw female lust tore through her tender, untrained loins.
The two men carried her over to a marble bench and lay her across it. Dirk wound ropes around her belly and the bench, tying her to it securely.
He straddled her face, his slimy nuts draping onto her nose and mouth as he pinched hold of her swollen nipples and began to brutally twist and tear at them, making Ruth scream again and again in mingled agony and ecstasy.
“Gonna pop me a hot bride cherry tonight, man!” von Brinkle panted hoarsely, getting between Ruth’s legs.
He slapped his over-sized dong against her moist pink cunny lips. Ruth whimpered, shuddering with dazed fear as she felt the bloated knob of his manhood slowly spread the tender folds of her virgin twat.
Baron von Brinkle gripped the marble sides of the bench for support, tensing his muscles. With a savage snarl, he heaved forward hard. His slippery horse-cock sliced into the velvety, suctioning furrow of tight, female flesh.
It collided with the soft wall of her hymen and tore right through it like tissue paper, pumping deeper and deeper inside of her, slamming against the far wall of her vagina.
White heat exploded through the bound virgin’s squirming body. She howled, straining desperately to twist away from the source of the agony, but held firmly back by the ropes around her middle.
Pain blistered her wide open cunt. It felt like a red hot poker had been rammed up inside her. And when von Brinkle started to pump in and out, Ruth thought she would pass out.
But she didn’t, and he started to pound into her, grunting thickly as he savagely knifed his corrugated fuck-shaft in and out of her torn, quivering cunthole. Pain seared and rippled through her in liquid waves, but now there was pleasure too, dark pleasure, dark and keen…
Ruth gurgled and moaned, her eyes rolling, starting to buck her hips. She made little incoherent babbling sounds, hoarse grunts choking in her throat as Wilhelm pounded into her with brute force again and again…
Dirk continued to maul and torture her nipples, and squatted down, mashing his beefy butt onto Ruth’s pretty face. He forced her to lick out his sweaty asshole while his master pumped his stiff horse-cock deep in her spasming snatch…
“Let me have it, sir! Please! Give me your precious load!”
It was Ruth Hathaway speaking, and the naive, pretty little virgin bride was no more. The dark-haired slut who knelt on the cold stone floor was a panting woman. Her hands were tied behind her back. Ropes twisted into her aching, ballooning knockers. Clamps tore into her rosy nipples. A thick black dildo was stuck way up her asshole.
It was about an hour later, and Wilhelm and Dirk stood side by side in front of the kneeling whore. They were panting hoarsely as they masturbated their big, slimy fuck-tools. Both of them had fucked all three of Ruth’s orifices till their balls were almost blue with excitement.
Now, their lust-charged loads came exploding up their masterfully throbbing sex tools. They roared with animalistic pleasure, pushing their fat dick-heads into Ruth’s sluttishly opened mouth.
The pretty little brunette made kittenish mewling sounds as hot gobs of pungent sperm blasted over her tongue and rolled in thick, steamy rivulets down her throat…
*****
“Ooooh, n-no, please! NO! DON’T!” Sean Hathaway pleaded hoarsely.The handsome blond man faced the wall in the cozy sitting room. He was naked, his strong, sleek, copper-toned body glistening with sweat.
Glenda had impatiently tied his hands behind his back in her excitement. Now, she panted heavily as she whipped the boy’s firm, fuzzy butt cheeks with his own leather belt.
She snarled with sadistic glee as she slashed at the young man’s buttocks. Lust burned in her hot, shaved pussy, and her delight increased when she saw that Sean sported a helplessly stiff erection.
Sean’s head reeled as pain ripped through him. He realized suddenly that the bonds around his wrists were loose, and he subtly squirmed his hands around till the rope came loose and fell to the floor.
Swiftly, the handsome athlete spun around, rage creasing his All American features. He grabbed Glenda’s arm, twisting it hard till she cried out and dropped the belt. He roughly flung her onto the floor and raced for the door.
He turned the knob and pulled at it. But the door was locked. Panting hard, he swung around to face the gorgeous bald dominatrix.
“Give me the key, bitch!” he snarled. “Let me OUT of here!”
Glenda got up on her knees and uttered a silvery, mocking laugh, her high, fine titties jiggling merrily.
“I don’t HAVE a key, smart-ass!” she purred. “You’re going to have to stay here till the Baron comes to get you!”
“Shit,” Sean snarled, looking around wildly.
He saw a goblet on a table full of rosy, enticing looking liquid. He felt suddenly very thirsty, and he rushed over to the goblet and quaffed its contents quickly. The liquid was warm and honey-sweet, and almost immediately, he felt a rippling glow quiver through his veins.
He turned to Glenda and snarled savagely, “What’s with you people, anyway? Are you nuts or something?”
“We like to tie up and dominate people,” Glenda purred, massaging her full breasts and running her tongue over her ripe red lips. “And some of us like to be tied up and dominated.”
Lust seared through the blond jock’s big, fuzzy nuts as he ogled the bald wench. He felt all funny and weird inside. A strange, primal fire began to ignite in his loins.
He felt like a man. A man, big and strong. And this groveling bitch was at his mercy. She had trapped him in here. She had dared to whip his naked ass. He’d show her!
“I’ll teach you, bitch! I’ll teach you GOOD!” Sean snarled, lunging at Glenda.
She put up no resistance as he roughly tied her hands behind her back. In fact, she had a smug smile on her gorgeous face.
When he flung her face down on the carpet and straddled her middle, she moaned huskily. Hoarse, broken cries fluttered from her lips as he started to savagely whip her ass with the thick leather belt. But they were cries of deep, wanton need. Dark, hedonistic pleasure fanned through her body as she felt the ropes chafe her wrists while the leather belt slash her buns again and again.
When he entered her. Glenda gasped throatily. Sean was panting hard. His hands clenched tightly around her waist as he pumped his throbbing erection into the bald girl’s wet cunt.
His lean, muscled thighs clapped vigorously against her upturned, red-striped buns as he pounded into her again and again. He wrapped his arms around her middle, clenching her full, sweet breasts. He wrenched and twisted at them savagely, pulling on the gold rings as he plowed her juicy furrow good and hard…
Yes, Glenda got hers but good that February evening, and when young Sean Hathaway sprayed her honeyed vagina full of creamy scum, she shrieked in ecstasy, wracked by her own body-blistering climax…
He forced Glenda to suck his cock, his balls, his hairy asshole. He made her worship his strong body from head to toe. He tied ropes all over her body, trussing her up tight as mummy.
When Baron von Brinkle finally came to the room, he found himself faced with a new, willing recruit. A week later, Sean Hathaway drove back to Tuckerville, collected all of his and Ruth’s belongings, and moved into the castle in Connecticut.
Ruth and Glenda soon became good friends and willing vassals to those two rugged men. And the tradition continued. The tradition of rope, of bondage, of subservience…
Call it madness, call it bliss. But it was certainly strange and wonderful…
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