Author Unknown - Glenda gets hers

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.

"Avirgin!?" 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.