Author Unknown: Glenda gets hers

Baron von Brinkle gripped the marble sides of the bench for support, tensing his muscles. With a savage snarl, he heaved forward hard. His slippery horse-cock sliced into the velvety, suctioning furrow of tight, female flesh.

It collided with the soft wall of her hymen and tore right through it like tissue paper, pumping deeper and deeper inside of her, slamming against the far wall of her vagina.

White heat exploded through the bound virgin's squirming body. She howled, straining desperately to twist away from the source of the agony, but held firmly back by the ropes around her middle.

Pain blistered her wide open cunt. It felt like a red hot poker had been rammed up inside her. And when von Brinkle started to pump in and out, Ruth thought she would pass out.

But she didn't, and he started to pound into her, grunting thickly as he savagely knifed his corrugated fuck-shaft in and out of her torn, quivering cunthole. Pain seared and rippled through her in liquid waves, but now there was pleasure too, dark pleasure, dark and keen…

Ruth gurgled and moaned, her eyes rolling, starting to buck her hips. She made little incoherent babbling sounds, hoarse grunts choking in her throat as Wilhelm pounded into her with brute force again and again…

Dirk continued to maul and torture her nipples, and squatted down, mashing his beefy butt onto Ruth's pretty face. He forced her to lick out his sweaty asshole while his master pumped his stiff horse-cock deep in her spasming snatch…

"Let me have it, sir! Please! Give me your precious load!"

It was Ruth Hathaway speaking, and the naive, pretty little virgin bride was no more. The dark-haired slut who knelt on the cold stone floor was a panting woman. Her hands were tied behind her back. Ropes twisted into her aching, ballooning knockers. Clamps tore into her rosy nipples. A thick black dildo was stuck way up her asshole.

It was about an hour later, and Wilhelm and Dirk stood side by side in front of the kneeling whore. They were panting hoarsely as they masturbated their big, slimy fuck-tools. Both of them had fucked all three of Ruth's orifices till their balls were almost blue with excitement.

Now, their lust-charged loads came exploding up their masterfully throbbing sex tools. They roared with animalistic pleasure, pushing their fat dick-heads into Ruth's sluttishly opened mouth.

The pretty little brunette made kittenish mewling sounds as hot gobs of pungent sperm blasted over her tongue and rolled in thick, steamy rivulets down her throat…

"Ooooh, n-no, please! No! Don't!" Sean Hathaway pleaded hoarsely.

The handsome blond man faced the wall in the cozy sitting room. He was naked, his strong, sleek, copper-toned body glistening with sweat.

Glenda had impatiently tied his hands behind his back in her excitement. Now, she panted heavily as she whipped the boy's firm, fuzzy butt cheeks with his own leather belt.

She snarled with sadistic glee as she slashed at the young man's buttocks. Lust burned in her hot, shaved pussy, and her delight increased when she saw that Sean sported a helplessly stiff erection.

Sean's head reeled as pain ripped through him. He realized suddenly that the bonds around his wrists were loose, and he subtly squirmed his hands around till the rope came loose and fell to the floor.

Swiftly, the handsome athlete spun around, rage creasing his All American features. He grabbed Glenda's arm, twisting it hard till she cried out and dropped the belt. He roughly flung her onto the floor and raced for the door.

He turned the knob and pulled at it. But the door was locked. Panting hard, he swung around to face the gorgeous bald dominatrix.

"Give me the key, bitch!" he snarled. "Let me out of here!"

Glenda got up on her knees and uttered a silvery, mocking laugh, her high, fine titties jiggling merrily.

"I don't HAVE a key, smart-ass!" she purred. "You're going to have to stay here till the Baron comes to get you!"

"Shit," Sean snarled, looking around wildly.

He saw a goblet on a table full of rosy, enticing looking liquid. He felt suddenly very thirsty, and he rushed over to the goblet and quaffed its contents quickly. The liquid was warm and honey-sweet, and almost immediately, he felt a rippling glow quiver through his veins.

He turned to Glenda and snarled savagely, "What's with you people, anyway? Are you nuts or something?"

"We like to tie up and dominate people," Glenda purred, massaging her full breasts and running her tongue over her ripe red lips. "And some of us like to be tied up and dominated."

Lust seared through the blond jock's big, fuzzy nuts as he ogled the bald wench. He felt all funny and weird inside. A strange, primal fire began to ignite in his loins.

He felt like a man. A man, big and strong. And this groveling bitch was at his mercy. She had trapped him in here. She had dared to whip his naked ass. He'd show her!

"I'll teach you, bitch! I'll teach you good!" Sean snarled, lunging at Glenda.

She put up no resistance as he roughly tied her hands behind her back. In fact, she had a smug smile on her gorgeous face.

When he flung her face down on the carpet and straddled her middle, she moaned huskily. Hoarse, broken cries fluttered from her lips as he started to savagely whip her ass with the thick leather belt. But they were cries of deep, wanton need. Dark, hedonistic pleasure fanned through her body as she felt the ropes chafe her wrists while the leather belt slash her buns again and again.

When he entered her. Glenda gasped throatily. Sean was panting hard. His hands clenched tightly around her waist as he pumped his throbbing erection into the bald girl's wet cunt.

His lean, muscled thighs clapped vigorously against her upturned, red-striped buns as he pounded into her again and again. He wrapped his arms around her middle, clenching her full, sweet breasts. He wrenched and twisted at them savagely, pulling on the gold rings as he plowed her juicy furrow good and hard…

Yes, Glenda got hers but good that February evening, and when young Sean Hathaway sprayed her honeyed vagina full of creamy scum, she shrieked in ecstasy, wracked by her own body-blistering climax…

He forced Glenda to suck his cock, his balls, his hairy asshole. He made her worship his strong body from head to toe. He tied ropes all over her body, trussing her up tight as mummy.

When Baron von Brinkle finally came to the room, he found himself faced with a new, willing recruit. A week later, Sean Hathaway drove back to Tuckerville, collected all of his and Ruth's belongings, and moved into the castle in Connecticut.

Ruth and Glenda soon became good friends and willing vassals to those two rugged men. And the tradition continued. The tradition of rope, of bondage, of subservience…

Call it madness, call it bliss. But it was certainly strange and wonderful…