John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

"Pull, you stupid wench! Tug your heart out. Wrench your frail arms right out of their sockets!"

Wanda gave up the useless struggle and sagged back against the wall, her eyes dropping to Fred's long cock. His prick lanced up at a sharp angle, fully erect and bursting with strength. A pearly drop of jism dribbled from the silt. It looked to her like a leering, tear-filled eye.

He stepped closer, somber as death in black leather, drawn by his throbbing cock that twitched excitedly up and down like some wild beast sniffing the scent of fresh blood.

"I'm going to fuck your bloody, cum-drenched cunt," he said in a muffled voice tense with anticipation.

"Like shit!" she hissed in a sudden rage. Her right knee flashed up, driven by the strength of desperation. He dodged to the side a split-second too late. She hit his hard-muscled thigh a glancing blow that slanted into his crotch.

"Hhhuuunnngh!" He stumbled back a step and slumped over, frantically clutching his balls as though grasping hands could somehow slow the spread of the awful pain. "You stinking cunt! You stupid, stinking cunt I I should kill you f-for that!"

Wanda's upraised knee snapped out straight and her spike-heeled shoe flashed toward his jaw.

"Aaaaagh!" the hunched figure moaned, but he could not move in time.

Her foot caught his chin with a vicious whip-kick and the long spike of her heel stabbed into his throat. But for the protection of the leather hood, his windpipe would have been crushed.

Even with the leather shield, he felt a searing stab of pain. He gasped a choking sound and staggered backward with one hand clawing at his agonizing throat. His hunched body then gave way to the spread of terrible pain, and he sprawled in a dark heap ten feet away.

Wanda shrieked a joyous cry, her spirits buoyed by the force of her vicious kicks. She pulled at the chains with freshly renewed strength. But the heavy metal that bound her to the wall could have held a raging gorilla. She moaned then, thinking what a ridiculous thing she'd done. Imprisoned as she was, Fred James could take all the time he needed to recover – hours, days, or even weeks. It would take a wrecking crew to free Wanda without the right keys.

Fred flopped on his side, his huge cock hanging limp. He was hunched over cramped and moaning pitiful sounds. But his agony gave Wanda little satisfaction. She knew she would only face greater wrath and more hideous punishment once his awesome strength returned.

Fred was no stranger to pain. He'd taken his lumps in his younger days. Pain had hardened his body and toughened his soul. And he always gave back worse than he got. Somehow, some way.

It took all his remaining strength to gather his feet beneath him, then to stand, still weak in the knees and wobbling with pain. His breath made a raspy sound and his throat burned like hell's chimney.

He could taste blood. The stubborn bitch had cut his lip. He could feel the jagged slash inside his lower lip. Shit! She even broke one of his front teeth. His tongue recoiled from the sharp-edged stump of his tooth.

He groaned in a sullen rage. He pulled himself up straight and pulled off the leather hood, spitting violently as soon as his mouth was clear. Blood and chips of broken tooth spattered the floor at his feet.

Wanda shivered helplessly against the wall. His jagged tooth gleamed raw and sharp in the flickering light like a vicious animal fang. Just the sight of it sent cold tremors down her back.

Fred spat again, then stooped down to recover the whip. The limp coil flashed to life. He snapped it once with a slow, rolling, underhand swing. Then his arm curved high overhead and he snapped it again only an inch from Wanda's horrified eyes.

"Yyyyaaaah!" she cried while the sharp crack still echoed in the room. "I'm s-sorry!"

Fred's lips curved in an angry smirk and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He snarled, then lashed out again with the whip.

This time he aimed at a candle stub in a holder above Wanda's head. The popping tip of the whip neatly severed the wick. The dancing flame vanished and a splatter of hot wax rained down on the woman in chains.

"I could cut off your nipples just as quick," he said in a voice steady and sharp.

Wanda shrank back against the wall, dreading… not daring to think where the next lash of the whip might land. Her large proud tits were an inviting target, so tender and so exposed. Her thick, hard nipples swelled with the chill of fear.

"But I won't do that," he said, after gazing at her juicy red tits. Wanda heaved a grateful sigh. "I'd rather chew them off with this jagged, broken tooth of mine!"

That prospect chilled her even more. In her mind, she could almost feel the grinding agony of prolonged inhuman torture. She shook her head to shake free of the vivid nightmare image.

Fred stripped off his tight jacket. The heat of raging excitement had made it too uncomfortable to wear. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, still snaking the whip in lazy coils along the floor.

Standing naked, his giant cock fully hard again, he flashed Wanda an icy grin eyes drifting down to her cunt that was dark and wet with traces of blood.

"It was all play-acting before," he said with a glance at his leather costume heaped on the floor. "Like a prank at Halloween…" A hint of sadness tinged his voice, "Now you've made it real. Too real!"

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Perhaps not." His darting tongue seemed doubtful. "But now I mean to hurt you."

Wanda's tremors of fear became so intense that the long cape slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. The long braided whip streaked toward her fully exposed thighs.

"Aahhh!" she cringed and shrank back against the wall, feeling the cold and unyielding stone press against her back. The whip hit just above her knees and coiled downward, like a snake binding her legs together.

Fred tugged on the heavy knobbed handle of the whip with both hands. The coils tightened and tore at her flesh. Her spike heels slipped crazily on the slick stones and she felt her feet fly out from under her.

"Aaayyy…" Her head smacked the wall. Her long neck chain clanked and her full weight fell on her wrists that were chained wide to the side. "Uuungh!"

She dangled helplessly, her legs too stung by the pain of the lash to gather themselves beneath her and ease the terrible shoulder wrenching pain. Feeble efforts to regain her balance only shook off the braided lash for another vicious stroke.

Wanda heard the sharp hiss of the whip as it cut through the air. The thick midsection of the lash struck her waist and snaked upward in angry coils until the tip came around from behind and snapped at her lift nipple. It raised a hideous welt and her mind almost went blank with the stinging pain.

Sliding back along the floor, the swirling lash moved like a python in damp jungle grass. Wanda's eyes followed. She felt the swelling of a scream inside, but the sound hung frozen on her lips.

"Eeeee-yyyyaa!" she cried when the lash struck again.

This time the coils turned and tightened the other way, and the stinging tip slashed her other nipple hard enough to draw a bright drop of gleaming blood.

Fred tugged again on the handle of the whip. Wanda had almost recovered her balance, but Fred's mighty tug sent her reeling again. Her spike heels clattered and slipped and her head slammed against the wall.

"Uuuuungh," she moaned, dizzy and shaken by the blow. Let me pass out! a silent voice screamed in her mind. But long practice had taught Fred precisely how hard to administer the whip. The last thing he wanted was a limp, unconscious and unresponding body. He wanted her awake and keenly aware of the gnawing pain.

Wanda cringed, hanging with her full weight on her chained wrists. Her tangled legs clawed the floor…