Author Unknown - Glenda gets hers

Her buttocks were still striped with red lines from the whipping he'd administered with the riding crop. Now, he smacked his billy club against her squirming buns, making Glenda buck and scream through her gag.

"Gonna teach you to behave, girl! Yeah! You're gonna learn humility! Feel this big, strong night stick against your ass, slut! Take that! Take that! And that!" Rupert snarled, swinging his billy club against her aching, exposed buns. "Yeah! Scream, bitch! Scream while I whip your butt! Now I'm gonna shove it up there, girl. I'm gonna fuck you with my big, thick night stick, baby! Gonna fuck it right up your tight bitch ass!"

He punched the thick, blunt end of the black billy club between Glenda's smarting buns. She whimpered and squirmed, her hazel eyes huge with fear as she gaped pleadingly up at her hairy brute of a father.

She felt the hard wooden club pressing against the tender rosette of her bunghole. Slowly, Rupert tightened his grip around the end of the night stick. His biceps bulged as he started to press forward with slow, deliberate force.

Gradually, her puckered anus started to squeeze open, spasming in protest as needles of sharp pain tore through the tender lining of Glenda's tight sphincter muscle. Her eyes bulged and hoarse screams strangled in her throat as her father shoved forward viciously.

The huge club ripped up into her bowels, sliding deep inside of her. A fireball of mind-blistering pain and pleasure scorched through Glenda's trussed up body. She shrieked and writhed against her bonds.

Her tender anus gaped into a huge, suckling "O" as her brutal father began to fuck the night club in and out of Glenda's steamy bowels. Police Chief Farrell grunted harshly, his biceps bulging as he rammed his arm back and forth, sliding the thick club deep in his daughter's guts again and again. Glenda shrieked through her gag, tossing her russet locks wildly from side to side as the excruciating jolts of agony and ecstasy tore through her.

"Yeah! Take it, slut! Take this big, masterful club way, way up your bitch ass! Feel the long arm of the law sockin' it to you, slut! Feel my power! Feel my macho POWER!" Farrell panted savagely as he twisted the thick stick around inside her.

The dark, blinding pain was giving way to a molten, overpowering surge of almost hysterical bitch passion. Glenda's trussed up body was heaving and wriggling as if she'd just stuck her finger in an electric socket.

The lips of her juicy snatch winked open and closed, bubbling with sluttish secretions. Each time her father rammed his wooden night stick deep in her bowels, Glenda screamed and gnashed at his bunched BVDs, a violent shock of masochistic pleasure echoing through her twat.

The heat kept on building, seething, boiling within her. Each muscular thrust of Police Chief Farrell's beefy arm sent scorching flames through Glenda's ass; and each time was more intense, more exquisite.

She was coming now, orgasming gloriously, lights and colors flashing and streaming behind Glenda's sex-dazzled eyes. She sobbed brokenly, shuddering as the crashing waves of rapture seared her senses again and again.

"OK, bitch! Now it's time to take your Daddy's scum up your pink cunt pouch!" Rupert Farrell announced huskily as he pulled his night stick out of Glenda's aching ass.

Panting hard, the hairy stud tossed the night stick aside and strode over to his dresser. He rummaged in a leather box on top of it, returning to the bed with two thick brass tie clasps.

Leaning forward, he squeezed the sharp teeth of the clasps open, yawning them around the rosy peaks of each of Glenda's erect nipples. With a savage growl, he snapped the clasps closed, and they bit deeply into the tender nubbins, making them bloat outward like rip raisins.

Had Glenda not been gagged by her Daddy's smelly underpants, her scream would have resounded down Lothario Lane. Pain seared her jiggling boobs, making Glenda's hot pussy vibrate with slavish need.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you now, bitch!" Rupert growled, scooting up behind her and clapping his hands around her aching buttocks.

He pushed his dong between her spread legs, and Glenda whimpered as he entered her, slowly sliding all eleven inches of it deep in her cunt. Rupert groaned, undulating his hips, digging his fingers into her butt cheeks, mauling at them as he began to pump hard.

His hard, sweaty loins beat a savage tattoo against Glenda's quivering buns as he fucked his daughter's tight wet cunny good and hard, grunting thickly as he socked it to her. It didn't take very long. So charged up was the savage policeman that he couldn't hold back his torrential load any longer.

Uttering a lusty roar, Rupert heaved forward hard, his horse-cock going off inside her like a fire hose.

The hot, thick squirts of her Daddy's sperm in Glenda's vagina made the bound buxom beauty writhe in ecstasy, coming right along with him…

The debauchery lasted until early in the morning. Glenda was sore for a week. She was sore when she arrived at JFK airport with an alligator skin valise and a cashier's check for eight hundred dollars.

Glenda Farrell got hers, and she was determined to get it again…

Once a big fish from a little pond finds its way into a big pond, trauma occasionally results. This is what happened to spoiled, pretty Glenda Farrell when she came to the Big Apple.

She found a quaint little apartment on East 3rd Street for two hundred and fifty dollars a month. She went around to model agencies, at first with great confidence, and then with uncertainty.

Most of the places said she was too full-figured, too tall, "not exactly the right type". It seemed that rail thin, ethereal, androgynous girls were all the rage that year, and this was not good news for the buxom red-head from Potter's Bluff.

Glenda began to quickly run out of money. Rather than bother her father, she took various rather unpleasant jobs – waitress, cashier, and ultimately, topless dancer.

At the Hot Hot Hot Club (known to patrons as the Triple Hot Club), Glenda met a bunch of pretty bizarre people and fell in with a fast, loose crowd. She did coke and Ecstasy, the "designer drug", and joined a few specialized sex clubs.

It was at one of these clubs, the Secret Society of the Gilded Lily, that Glenda first met Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle. The Baron was what one might call a colorful character.

He was a flamboyant, multi-millionaire playboy, the son of a man whose products now appear in virtually every household in the country. He was not really a Baron, and his name was not really Wilhelm von Brinkle. He was not even German.

But he had lived a colorful life. A giant of a man, he had been a star football linebacker at Princeton. He had turned to professional wrestling, and became quite a popular ring "villain" for many years. It was as a wrestler that he started to use the pseudonym, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle, and the name had stuck and was now legally his.

He tired of wrestling, and for a time managed a number of professional athletes. Then, he disappeared from the public eye. He was seen in all the best social sets, but no one quite new what it was he was doing with himself these days.

Actually, von Brinkle was prospering, in an illicit fashion. He had formed a huge club with chapters in forty-eight states. He began to shoot movies at his outrageous estate in Connecticut. The movies and the club were all concerned with the same thing – sexual bondage and domination, with sadomasochistic overtones.

The Secret Society of the Gilded Lily was a fairly tame S amp; M club which the Baron frequented in order to find new recruits for his bizarre games and movies. He zeroed in almost at once on Glenda Farrell, and fascinated her swiftly into submission…