Author Unknown - Glenda gets hers

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.