Author Unknown: Glenda gets hers

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.