EL-119  Glenda's Humiliation
[aka 'Redhead In Ropes' or 'Glenda Gets Hers']
(Unknown)


FOREWORD

Summer. Heat. A saucy, spoiled girl with big tits and a wiggly ass. A
horny young stud... Ingredients for passion.

But gorgeous red-head Glenda Farrell didn't suck cock. She teased all the
boys outrageously. She knew she was the hottest piece of ass in Potter's
Bluff and she treated boys like dirt.

Well, she made a mistake when she copped out on sucking off Hank
Rigorettino. Hank caught up with her later that night, and he wasn't
alone...

He and his buddies were pretty tanked up and horny and mad as hell. They
took Glenda to a remote place, and taught the spoiled girl things about
lust and things about herself she had never dreamed of.

Rope...

Yes, they tied her up. They tied her up and used her. Abused her. And she
loved it. God, how she loved it...

That was the first time Glenda got hers, but not the last. After that, she
seemed to be asking for it.

She wanted to be punished and abused.

Before leaving for New York and her dream of a modeling career, she had
even enticed her father into the dangerous, lurid world of sado-masochistic
bondage...

Glenda's tale is startling, lurid, strange and incredibly erotic. Read on
and enjoy...
CHAPTER ONE

The first time Glenda got hers, she was a saucy young thing of eighteen. A
recent graduate of Potter's Bluff High, Glenda was a red-haired beauty
whose vivacious personality, gorgeous looks and big, bouncy knockers
guaranteed her popularity wherever she went.

Glenda Farrell was an only child. She lived with her Police Chief father,
Rupert, in a small, quaint, wood frame house on Lothario Drive on the
outskirts of Potter's Bluff. Glenda had been spoiled by her parents, and
when her mother died, Rupert had been even more indulgent of his precious
little princess.

Consequently, Glenda had grown up with a lot of nerve. She was used to
getting what she wanted when she wanted it, and without a great deal of
effort.

Things got even better when, in the ninth grade, a physical phenomenon had
occurred. Glenda Farrell had sprouted a pair of enormous breasts, almost
over night! Her fine, thrusting titties, straining against her clinging
pink cashmere sweaters became something of a fixture at Potter's Bluff
High, and scores of horny adolescent boys jerked off dreaming of burying
their pimply faces between those stupendous hills of flesh.

As a senior, Glenda was head cheerleader, Vice President of the student
body, and the student voted Most Popular, Best Looking, and Most Likely To
Succeed.

Glenda liked sex. She'd lost her cherry in the ninth grade and had spread
her legs for a lot guys by the time she was eighteen. But she'd quickly
learned then if she went steady with one guy for very long, he started
getting possessive and cramped her style.

Glenda didn't like to be told what to do. She enjoyed being a
free-wheeling, happy-go-lucky social butterfly with no anchors or
restraints. Because of this, she obtained a bit of a reputation for being a
heart-breaker and a cock-tease.

Glenda had enrolled for a year at the Madagaskilla County Junior College.
She was biding her time before moving east to seek fame and fortune as a
model. She'd done some local modeling and quite enjoyed it, and flattered
herself that becoming an international sensation was only a matter of time.

She was quite content for the time being to take a light course load at
MCJC and frolic happily with her large circle of friends for one more year
before seriously pursuing any kind of a career.

One thing she knew for certain. She did not want to just get married and
settle down and have a litter of brats and get fat and ugly. The mere
thought of such a future was enough to make her shudder in horror.

No, Glenda Farrell was going to be a wild thing, untamed and free,
skipping merrily down life's uneven, sometimes perilous path, unfettered by
any silly little restrictions and bothers.

Our story opens one balmy April evening. Glenda Farrell had decided, quite
calmly and suddenly, that she was going to dump Hank Rigorettino. He was
getting too "heavy". She'd put up with it for a while, because, after all,
he was Hank Rigorettino, absolutely the hottest hunk at MCJC. And she loved
parading her captive around in front of her envious girl-friends.

But, really, enough was enough! He wanted to know everything she did when
she wasn't with him, and complained when she broke a date, and he was
always trying to get her to suck him off.

Glenda Farrell didn't like to suck boys off. It was boring and it made her
jaw sore. She liked to be fucked, though most of the time even that was
pretty ho-hum. Even with Hank Rigorettino...

Glenda glanced at him now. She was sitting next to Hank in his scarlet
convertible as they cruised down Pilsner Boulevard. My, he was
good-looking!

Hank was nineteen, tall and well-built, with short-cropped straw blond
hair, a white-toothed grin, boyishly attractive, even features and a
gorgeous tan. Tonight, he wore a tee shirt which clung to the beefy
contours of his "V" shaped, hard-muscled torso and a pair of thread-bare
blue jeans which hugged his crotch becomingly.

Glenda regarded herself in her compact mirror, and beamed with
self-satisfaction. She looked radiant! Her thick, russet red hair flowed in
heavy, glossy curls around her slender, alabaster white shoulders, framing
the delicately featured oval of her face.

Her almond-shaped, deceptively sleepy eyes were hazel with long, droopy
lashes. She had a tiny upturned button of a nose. Her lips were full and
sulky and ruby red. She had a cute way of sticking out her lower lip and
pouting playfully while she batted her lashes at a guy. It was one of her
most powerful weapons.

She had a slender, swan-like neck, and she wore a revealing cornflower
blue dress with a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps. A great deal of
the full, swollen globes of her breasts was exposed. You could see the pert
erections of her nipples quite clearly through the thin, clinging fabric of
her dress.

Her long, lithe legs were revealed below the shockingly high hem-like of
that skimpy garment. She had a dainty pair of coral pink pumps on her sweet
little feet.

Hank had been drinking. His face had that dull, rosy flush which Glenda
had become a little too accustomed to. His arm was slung around the back of
her seat and he was driving a bit too fast.

"Where are you going?" Glenda asked a little irritably.

"Thought we might cruise down Lothario Lane before I take you home," Hank
said with a sly grin, turning down a dirt road.

"Oh, come on. Hank!" Glenda exclaimed. "I've got a splitting head-ache!"

"Yeah? Well, I've got a raging hardon!" Hank growled huskily.

He pulled the convertible into the shade under an elegant elm tree and
turned towards her. She could hardly see him in the shadows, and she saw
that he was fumbling around with something.

He caught hold of her hand and pulled it into his lap. Glenda gave an
exclamation as she felt the throbbing heat of his meaty boner against her
unwilling fingers.

"Feel how hard I am, baby!" Hank hissed seductively, making his pecker
pulsate as he drew her fingers up and down on it. "Yeah! I need some
satisfaction, sugar! C'mon! Why don't you just suck it a LITTLE? I swear to
God I won't come in your mouth!"

"Oh, goodness, Hank, you are so juvenile!" Glenda exclaimed acidly,
jerking back her hand. "Put that thing away at once and drive me home!
Honestly, sometimes you are the limit!"

She folded her arms and stared out the window, tapping her foot angrily on
the floor of the car. Hank shifted on the seat and she heard him take a
gulp from his flask of whiskey.

"God! You really are a boozer! I must be crazy to let you drive me around
when you're always drinking like a fish!" Glenda cried.

"Listen, Glenda," Hank said huskily. "You're my girl. You should have some
respect. Any other girl would be pleased as punch if I wanted to go out
with them."

"RESPECT?!" Glenda shrieked, her hazel eyes flashing. "You arrogant beast!
You should kiss the ground I walk on! I'm going places, Hank Rigorettino,
and you don't have any role in my future! Now, you take me home right this
minute or I'm walking!"

"Then get out, bitch," Hank snarled, and there was a dark fury in his
voice she had never heard before. "Get the fuck out and don't ever come
around me any more, you stuck-up cock-tease!"

In the midst of her shock and indignation, Glenda felt a tiny flurry of
strange excitement at the pit of her belly. No guy had ever dared talk like
that to her before! There was something thrilling about it! She was pissed
off, of course, but she was secretly delighted that Hank Rigorettino had
shown her that he had balls, after all!

"Well! You don't have to be such a rude thing!" Glenda said huffily,
tossing her hair.

"Listen, bitch," Hank said roughly. "I've put up with just about enough
shit from you. You got two choices. Get down and suck my schlong or get
your ass out of my car. Make up your mind, because I don't have any time to
waste."

"Fuck you, Hank Rigorettino!" Glenda shrieked, seeing red.

Angrily, she banged open the car door and leaped out, running down the
road towards town, her large knockers jiggling and bouncing enticingly. Her
face was flushed, and in her anger, Glenda Farrell looked absolutely
ravishing!

She wandered down Hart Street, sulky and a little forlorn. She felt a
little stab of regret. There was probably no hope for a reconciliation with
Hank now. Both of them were too proud to apologize for their behavior. And
she recalled that little surge of excitement which had welled upon within
her when Hank started treating her like dirt.

My goodness, Glenda Farrell! she thought impatiently. You must be nutty or
something! Hank Rigorettino can just go to the devil!

She went into Cuccarelll's Soda Shoppe on the corner of Hart and
Dalmatian, and chatted with a few acquaintances as she sipped a chocolate
milkshake. She saw that it was getting late, and decided to hail and taxi
and go home.

Glenda wandered down Dalmatian Street, lost in thought. She began dreaming
of going to New York and making it big as a model! Boy, wouldn't that be
grand! She could see her pouty, disdainful face gracing the covers of Vogue
and Cosmopolitan! She could hear herself discussing her meteoric career
with David Letterman and Oprah Winfrey. She even saw herself, in a glowing,
not-so-distant future, accepting an Oscar for her spectacular performance 
in her first film, opposite Harrison Ford...

So caught up was Glenda Farrell in her fairy tale future that she didn't
see the scarlet convertible cruise down the street, slowing down as it came
up alongside of her. Hank Rigorettino was behind the wheel. But he was not
alone. He had two companions. And they were all three drunk to the gills...

After Glenda had so abruptly departed, Hank Rigorettino had gotten madder
and madder. No chick had ever treated him like that before! He had been
dazzled by Glenda, though she had always irritated him. She was sort of a
status symbol in Potter's Bluff. He felt proud to be associated with the
hottest chick around. But the fact was, Glenda Farrell was a terrible
cock-tease, a little, stuck-up bitch who treated a fellow as if he were a
turd.

And Hank Rigorettino thought a lot of Hank Rigorettino... Damn, he was
sharp! What the hell was he doing tagging along like a dumb dog after that
no good slut? She should have been grateful for every blessed moment he
gave her!

These and other thoughts kept building and growing in his liquor-clouded
mind that evening. He drove down to Alfalfa Circle and stopped off at
Neptune's Trident, a local bar he and the guys often frequented.

Two of his best buddies happened to be at the Trident that evening. When
he was with his buddies, Hank got even cockier and brasher. A few drinks
with William "Moose" Northrop and Bob Smith, and Hank was savagely and
loudly attacking the character of his former sweetheart...

"Can you believe that dumb twat, man?" Hank groused in a husky, slurred
voice. "She wiggles those big fuckin' tits at you and then won't even give
you head! Fuckin' CUNT!"

"You shoulda knocked her silly, man!" Moose Northrop rumbled, taking a big
gulp of Pabst Blue Ribbon. "Gotta teach them bitches their place! Sally
Tuckerdorf tried some shit on me, I whopped her upside the head, fucked her
real good, and she was ready to lick my ass! That's what they all want,
fuckin' whores."

"You got that right, buddy!" Bob Smith boomed, nodding energetically.
"Gals like a guy to show 'em whose boss. Slut gets outta line, you rough
her up a little, put her in her place, and, hell, she's eatin' outta your
hand like some dumb deer or something!"

The three macho buddies laughed raucously and rather savagely and ordered
another round of drinks. They were getting pretty soused.

Moose and Bob were big, ornery guys. Along with Hank, they were all
members of the football team at MCJC.

Moose Northrop was twenty, a big, beefy brute of a guy. Six foot two, two
hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle, he was the type of guy you like
to have on your side.

He had a strong, squarish head with a shock of thick brown hair and
smoldering brown eyes. His nose was flattened and a little crooked from a
past brawl. He had a thin, cruel, leering mouth. His neck was thick as a
bull's.

He wore a beige Lactose shirt which bulged around his powerful torso
muscles. Thick whorls of dark hair foamed over the neck-line of his shirt.
His massive thighs seemed ready to split the seams of his black cords, and
his basket was gargantuan. One glance at that meaty basket, and you knew in
an instant how big Moose Northrop got his nickname.

Moose was big, but Bob Smith was even bigger. Bob Smith was big, bad and
black. He was a hulking brute of a guy. Towering six feet four inches in
his stockinged feet and tipping the scales at two hundred and seventy
pounds, big Bob Smith was crudely handsome, with thick, Nubian features,
full, sensuous lips and short-cropped kinky brown hair.

His biceps were like bowling balls sliced in two. His arms were almost
simian, they were so long. His hands were huge as hams.

His chest was magnificent. His pectorals were huge, jutting slabs of
muscle, framed by lats which stood away from his body like boomerangs. His
body tapered dramatically to a slim waist and a rippling, washboard belly.

Tonight, he wore a tank top tee shirt, baring his huge arms and tracing
the beefy musculature of his cobra-like chest. His tight jeans seemed ready
to burst around a heavy, impossibly long bulge which inched down his leg
almost to the knee.

"Well, fuck this shit, man!" Hank bellowed drunkenly, clapping his pals on
the back. "Let's blow this joint!"

"Yeah!" thundered Moose, grinning toothily. "Let's go cruisin', man!"

"Let's find ourselves some foxy fuckin' chicks!" Bob hollered jovially.

The three beefy buddies lurched out of the bar and piled into
Rigorettino's snazzy red car. They went tooling down the streets of 
Potter's Bluff, whistling and howling at every girl they passed.

"Hey, Hank!" Moose said huskily, leaning forward, his eyes glinting.
"Check out who's walking down the street!"

Moose and Bob were in the back seat, leaning out the windows to holler at
passersby. A couple of six packs were strewn on the front passenger seat.

Hank followed Moose's pointing finger and his face twitched, a dark,
savage gleam storming through his baby blues. An ugly grin stretched across
his boyishly attractive face.

"Well, well, well!" Hank chuckled nastily. "Look who's cruisin' the
streets like a fuckin' cat in heat!"

He slowed down the car till it came purring up alongside of Glenda
Farrell. The fact that Glenda looked positively spectacular in the neon
glow of street signs seemed to add to the primal, savage heat which flowed
through the drunken threesome.

"You didn't tell me I had to pay for it, slut!" Hank called raucously,
leaning out the window. "If I'd known that, I might have doled out a coupla
bucks!"

Glenda frowned, turning to cast a cool look at the loathsome creatures she
suddenly realized were ogling her. She gave a sharp exclamation when she
saw who it was.

"Hank Rigorettino, you just leave me alone!" she cried with a saucy toss
of her hair. "Can't you act your age?"

"Thinks she's hot shit or something!" Moose Northrop growled huskily,
leering at her tits.

"I think the bitch needs to be taught a little lesson," Hank drawled.
"What do you think, buddies?"

"Oh, pooh, you boys are tres gauche!" Glenda grimaced, turning to walk
back from whence she had come.

She still thought they were just horsing around, as inebriated lads will.
Little did she know what the evening had in store for her...

"Get her, guys!" Hank hissed, his voice low and husky with sadistic
excitement. "Let's take her somewhere and give her a good working over!"

Moose and Bob exchanged greedy glances, licking their lips.

"You sure about this, man?" Bob said slowly.

"Get her, I said!" Hank thundered.

The car doors swung open and two muscle-bound brutes sprang out, like
pouncing jungle animals. As Glenda prepared to cross the street and hail a
cab, powerful hands grabbed her on both sides. She uttered a startled cry
as she was bodily lifted in the air and carried roughly over to Hank
Rigorettino's car.

"L-Let me GO! What are you DOING?!" Glenda gasped in shock, trying to
struggle.

She grunted as she was forced roughly into the back seat of the
convertible, sandwiched between Bob Smith and Moose Northrop. Hank stepped
on the accelerator and the car went screeching off down the road like a bat
out of hell.

"Hank! Stop this car this minute!" Glenda cried, leaning forward. "Hank!
You're drunk! Please! Let me out of here!"

Her voice was starting to tremble a little as tingles of trepidation crept
through her veins. Her heart was starting to hammer rapidly. There was a
seething aura of primitive masculine lust in the car which overwhelmed her.
She felt, for a wild moment, like a rabbit cornered by hungry, slavering
wolves...

"HANK!" Glenda shrieked hysterically. "STOP THE CAR! I'll scream! I'll...
I'll tell the police! You've gone too far!"

"No, bitch! You've gone too far!" Hank snarled savagely over his shoulder.
"Clam the cow up, boys! We wanna fuck her, not listen to her!"

"Oh, my GOD! You're not going to... MMMFFFGGGH!!" Glenda started to
babble, but her words were suddenly stifled as Bob Smith clamped a huge
black paw over her lower face.

Grinning drunkenly, Moose Northrop pulled off one of his smelly, sweaty
socks. Bob Smith forced the squealing, struggling girl's jaws open and his
buddy crammed the cruddy sock roughly in her mouth, securely gagging her.

"Don't move, bitch, or you're gonna get your pretty face smacked up!"
Moose snarled hoarsely, and from the look in his narrowed brown eyes,
Glenda knew this was no idle threat.

She gurgled and whimpered gagging on the sock which filled her mouth,
trembling as she sat there, a prisoner of three muscle bound, drunken
studs. Through the haze of fear which clouded her senses, Glenda Farrell
was starting to feel again that little thrill of forbidden excitement. It
crept up her body, spreading from her moist loins to her tits to her brain,
setting her nerve endings on fire...

"Bring her over here, guys!" Hank Rigorettino hollered, gesturing with his
hand as Moose and Bob hauled the struggling red-head out of the car.

Hank had parked in an empty lot next to an abandoned warehouse. The cool
glare of a flickering lamp illuminated the expanse of crumbling concrete
and rusty metal.

Hank had found some old, dirty coils of thick hemp rope on the ground. He
had the rope in his big hands, a wicked grin on his flushed face, and a
bulge in his pants as Moose and Bob roughly shoved Glenda forward.

Glenda groaned falling to her knees on the ground in front of her enraged
boyfriend. Her head was spinning. She could hardly breathe with that
disgusting sock in her mouth.

She gurgled feebly as Moose dragged her arms behind her back. Hank stooped
down and swiftly lashed her wrists together, cinching the rope tight.
Glenda's eyes snapped open and she felt a wild surge of mingled fear and
excitement. She was being bound!

Helplessness filled her like a strange, frightening drug. God! What would
these horrible brutes do to her? She was utterly defenseless! And her pussy
was throbbing wetly in her tight pink panties...

She felt dizzy, paralyzed, suspended in a giddy, terrifying void. Dimly,
she felt strong hands pull her legs apart. Dimly, she felt ropes being tied
to her ankles, securing her dainty little feet to iron poles in the cement.

Her hands were tied painfully behind her back. Her spread-eagled legs were
tied tightly to iron poles. Her mouth was stuffed full with Moose's sweaty
sock... Wildly, Glenda Farrell swung her frightened hazel eyes from one
brute to the other, pleading with them wordlessly, making little choked
whimpering sounds.

"Bob, get out your blade and cut the clothes off the bitch!" Hank ordered
huskily.

Bob grinned. It was not a pleasant grin, twisting his dark features 
grotesquely, displaying big, greedy white teeth.

The muscular Negro whipped out his switchblade, and it gleamed
malevolently in the air as he straddled the terrified girl and slid the
knife into her cleavage, between the dress and her skin. He ripped upward,
and the blade neatly slit through her thin dress, slicing slowly downward.
A few more well-placed strokes of the knife, and the dress came away in
blue shreds.

"Look at those big fucking tits, man!" Moose Northrop growled hoarsely,
rubbing his crotch. "Damn! Gets me real hot!"

Glenda's full, creamy boobs swayed lusciously in the light as the bound
beauty squirmed and whimpered fearfully. Her tits were enormous, firm yet
bouncy, with sand dollar sized nipples rosy as cherries.

Bob Smith was panting hoarsely as he crawled between Glenda's splayed
gams. Glenda's pink, frilly panties formed a sexy triangle, cupping the
moist hill of her sweet twat.

She shuddered as Bob sliced her panties right off of her. Yet she also
felt a degenerate thrill as she lay there, naked and bound, at the mercy of
those animalistic studs.

"How does that feel, bitch?" Hank Rigorettino drawled jeeringly as he
straddled Glenda's prone body, his feet planted on the cement on either
side of her waist. "You ain't gonna do much jabbering and fussing now,
slut! You're gonna learn your place, baby!"

He squatted, rapidly untying his shoelaces, drawing them out. There was a
peculiar gleam in Hank's blue eyes which Glenda did not particularly like.

He grinned at her, snapping one of the laces in the air before her
frightened hazel eyes. He wrapped the lace around one of her swelling boobs
and began to cinch it, drawing it tighter and tighter around the pillowy
globe of flesh.

Glenda gurgled and wriggled feebly as pain shot through her jutting titty.
She knew her trials and tribulations had just begun...

CHAPTER TWO

Even though she was scared shitless, Glenda Farrell was burning up with
erotic heat. The blood pounding through her veins seemed charged with
electricity. Desire, helpless and wild, seared and tingled between her
legs.

She lay there, on an uncomfortable bed of cement, in a deserted lot,
completely at the mercy of three brutal drunken animals. The ropes binding
her wrists together and clamping her ankles to steel posts were tight,
chafing her tender skin painfully.

Hank Rigorettino's shoelaces were cinched savagely around her torpedo-like
knockers, biting harshly into the resilient globes, making them bloat
outward like water balloons almost ready to explode. But this tit-bondage
inspired pleasure as well as pain. Dark, primitive pleasure which scorched
her nipples, making them pucker and bloat, sticking away from her knockers
like tiny peckers.

"OK, guys, let's go for it!" Hank panted huskily as they stared down at
the helplessly roped red-head.

Hank, Moose and Bob began to strip, tearing off their shirts and shoes and
trousers, grunting with bestial impatience. In a few moments, they towered
above Glenda, buck naked, surrounding her, looming like sensual monsters
before her startled hazel eyes.

Hank nodded mutely to his king-sized buddies, and Moose and Bob dropped to
the ground, panting hoarsely. They were big sons of bitches, big
everywhere.

Moose's beefy, hulking physique was covered with thick ringlets of dark
hair. His enormous ramrod jerked arrogantly in mid-air, eleven inches of
wrist-thick flesh and gristle, leaking a clear bead of pre-come.

Bob's hard-muscled, six foot four, two hundred and seventy pound bod was
black as ebony, gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat like polished lacquer.
His bull-meat was a solid twelve inches long and just as fat as Moose's.

Bob and Moose stooped down on either side of Glenda. She felt their hot,
boozy breath on her aching, trussed-up knockers.

Glenda whimpered, half-closing her eyes as Moose and Bob wrapped their
hungry, suctioning lips around her sensitized nubbins, slurping and
mouthing at them greedily. Their hot slobber drooled down the quivering
peaks of her lily white titties, making them sparkle.

Moose and Bob rolled their wet tasters all over the pebbly halos of
Glenda's nips, then flicked at the sprouting tips, tantalizing them
sensually. In spite of herself, Glenda felt molten rapture spill through
her throbbing nipples, charging her huge breasts with steamy sensation
which set fire to her tingling loins.

"Work those big fuckin' tits!" Hank Rigorettino panted hoarsely, stroking
his horse-tool as he watched Bob and Moose slurp on Glenda's large
mammaries. "Give the slut something to squawk about! Chew 'em! Slurp em!"

Glenda uttered a strangled screech, her eyes snapping wide open as Bob and
Moose clamped their strong jaws together, digging their teeth into the
pliant flesh of her swollen tits. The big dudes growled animalistically as
they bit and worried her throbbing nubs, dragging them away from her body
and letting them snap back like elastic.

Mingled flurries of pain and exquisite pleasure twined and strobed through
Glenda's upper body. She arched her back, thrashing feebly, tears staining
her cheeks as the brawny studs mercilessly worked on her jiggling jugs.

Both dudes ran their hands down her smooth, sleek belly and fingered the
bloated, coral pink mound of her wet snatch. Glenda had a beautiful pussy.
Very softly dusted with golden peach fuzz, her cunny was pink and pretty,
moist and succulent, with a tiny, quivering cut and a hot, tight fuck-hole.

Bob and Moose rubbed their thick, calloused fingers all over the tender
petals of her hot mons, plucking and twisting at them a little roughly,
their thumbs scraping over her sensitized love bud, sending blistering
darts of almost unbearable ecstasy through Glenda's body.

She bucked and twisted, her bonds cutting into her tender flesh as
helpless waves of sensation engulfed the buxom red-head time and time
again. She groaned feebly as Bob pumped a long, black finger in and out of
her squirming, oven-hot cunt hole, twisting it around inside her.

Moose worked a finger in her vagina too, and the muscular guys started
frigging her spread twat simultaneously, testing the elasticity of her
quivering, dripping snatch.

Moose let her ripe boob pop out of his mouth. Deep tooth marks indented
the aching white flesh surrounding her erect nipple. The hairy stud
scrambled up between her spread legs.

Crouching down, Moose greedily stared at her pink, spread pussy up close.
The juicy cunny lips were quivering with girlish excitement. He loved the
sweet perfume of her over-heated sex. It made his mouth water and his tummy
tighten with savage heat.

Growling, Moose clamped his mouth greedily around her moist twat, suckling
it lasciviously, sliding his licker up and down her molten gash. Glenda
screamed through the sock gag and arched her back as electric jolts of 
pleasure scorched her tongue-tortured pussy.

She tossed her mane of russet red hair as Moose's long, drooling taster
snaked up deeply inside her and wiggled around. Moose poked his tongue
rapidly in and out of Glenda's fuck hole, masturbating his horse-sized dong
as he lapped up her cunny juices.

Bob Smith continued to maul, pinch, twist, suck, lick and chew her swollen
boobies, turning them into burning hills of angry sensation.

Hank Rigorettino watched this hot action greedily, stroking his
sex-thickened tool, lust burning like fistfuls of red hot coals in his
huge, sweaty balls.

With a low grunt, Hank sprang into action, his heart pounding with
sadistic excitement as he crouched beside Glenda. He pulled the spit-soaked
sock out off her mouth, and the red-haired beauty gasped and moaned out
loud, looking up at him with enormous, helpless hazel eyes.

"What you got to say to me, bitch?" Hank snarled, grinning maliciously.

"I'll... I'll do anything you want! Anything!" Glenda croaked weakly.

Hank slapped her cheek, making it smart, bringing hot tears to her eyes
and making her pussy squirm around Moose's wiggling tongue.

Hank thrust two thick fingers into Glenda's whimpering mouth and began to
lewdly pump them in and out over her warm, velvety tongue.

"Suck my fingers, whore!" he ordered harshly. "Show me how good you can
suck!"

Glenda obeyed, slurping on his strong, thick digits, wrapping her tongue
around them, forbidden delights igniting in her tummy.

"Yeah! I knew you could suck good, cock-tease!" Hank muttered thickly.
"You gonna suck something a lot bigger and thicker than my fingers, too,
wench! C'mon! Tell me you want to suck my cock and balls! And call me sir,
bitch!"

"Y-Yes, sir!" Glenda stammered weakly as he plucked his fingers out of her
mouth.

"What do you want, slut?" Hank demanded, slapping her lightly.

"Y-Your cock, sir! P-Please!" Glenda whimpered.

"What about my cock, cunt?" Hank snarled.

He was kneeling beside her, his bull-dick arching in the air at a
forty-five degree angle, his hairy nuts dangling above her flushed face.
His thick pecker looked gigantic as it jerked proudly up and down in the
air, the rosy, mushroom-shaped cap snapping against Hank's rippling stomach
muscles.

"I... I want to suck it, sir!" Glenda moaned.

"Beg for it, whore!" Hank hissed.

"P-Please, sir! PLEASE! Let me suck your cock! I... I want it so badly!"
Glenda babbled wildly, her head spinning with confused emotions.

Glenda had never before felt so excited, so shocked, so out of control, so
deliciously sexy, in her whole life! Glenda found herself slipping into the
role of bound helpless beauty as if it had been made for her, as if
finally, suddenly, unexpectedly, she had discovered her true identity...

"Yeah, cunt! You're gonna worship my big fuckin' balls and cock! You're
gonna make me squirt my hot stud load right down your wet bitch-throat!"
Rigorettino growled thickly.

He straddled her slender shoulders and squatted down, scooping up her head
in both hands as he lowered his heavy, meaty testicles right on Glenda's
lovely face. Hank had huge nuts. Baseball-sized and heavy with scum, they
were encased in a wrinkly, furry sac.

The powerful heat of his man-crotch flooded her senses as his hefty nuts
rolled over her lower face. Blindly, Glenda puckered her lips and stuck out
her taster.

She sucked and licked at Hank's big, greasy nuts, the acrid flavor burning
smokily on her hungry, lashing tongue. Hank groaned huskily with savage
pleasure as the red-haired slut tongued his musky balls all over.

Glenda wrapped her full, sulky lips around each egg-shaped gonad, slurping
on them hungrily, sliding her wet tongue back and forth all along the
underside of his scrotum.

"Awwww, y-yeah! Tongue my balls, bitch! Suck those big fuckin' nuts GOOD!"
Hank moaned hoarsely, jacking his bull-sized sex-tool as he rubbed his
meaty testicles all over Glenda's upturned, lapping face.

He squirmed forward, mashing his hard-muscled buttocks down around
Glenda's face. Glenda gave a humiliated gasp as the stud's sweaty ass
cheeks clenched aggressively at the sides of her face. The blasting heat of
the drunken guy's musky ass scalded Glenda's senses, making her gurgle and
shudder with whorish pleasure.

"Come on, slut! Rim my asshole! Lick it clean, you stuck-up twat!" Hank
roared, rotating his hips, rubbing his ass all over Glenda's grimacing,
gasping face.

Glenda could hardly breathe. Instinctively, she thrust out her sweet,
coral pink tongue. She ran it deftly up and down his deep, slimy ass
crevice. The salty, acrid tang of his stud ass seared her mouth, filling
the bound beauty with a wretched delight she could not control.

Hungrily, the trussed up red-head lapped and sucked on Hank Rigorettino's
tight, spasming asshole, sliding her taster way up his pungent colon,
feeling his sphincter muscle grab aggressively at her probing tongue.

"Aaaaaah! Y-Yeah! Go for it, slut! Lick that butt-hole GOOD!" Hank groaned
hoarsely, his pecker jerking in his pumping fingers as he grabbed at
Glenda's tongue with his slimy bunghole.

Dimly, Glenda felt Moose and Bob at work below her waist. Moose was
lapping her aching, burning clitoris while he pumped two thick fingers in
and out of her dripping gash.

Bob had his black face pushed up between her pillowy buns and was sucking
her anus. He pushed his finger way up inside her steamy butt-chute and
fucked it in and out, lust seething through his Negroid loins.

Glenda could hardly breathe with Hank's hard, sweaty ass mashing down
brutally on her flushed face. Abruptly, Rigorettino jerked back, straddling
her bouncy knockers, clamping his knees around her slender shoulders.

He fisted his horse-sized phallus in one hand. He slid his other hand
beneath Glenda's head and jerked her face towards him. Grinning down at her
savagely, the handsome jock slapped his healthy dong roughly against her
face, rubbing the dewy, pulpy knob all over her cheeks and lips and chin,
smearing her skin with pre-come.

"Kiss my meat, bitch!" Hank ordered gruffly.

Glenda puckered up, obediently smooching his throbbing, corrugated member.
She stuck out her tongue, tentatively rolling it other the sticky, pulpy
crown of his cock, lapping off a clear bead of moisture, savoring its salty
taste.

She hummed sluttishly as she started letting her taster glide up and down
the thick, pulsating sides of his manhood, painting it with spit. Hank
groaned with bestial satisfaction, his fingers digging cruelly into the
back of her neck.

Clenching the root of his bull-tool, Hank roughly shoved the knob of his
pecker between Glenda's moist, parted lips.

"Suck!" he muttered harshly. "Suck my big fuckin' meat, cunt!"

Glenda shuddered, tears stinging her hazel eyes as she yawned her mouth
wide open. She gurgled as Hank thrust his healthy dong deep in her mouth,
clamping both hands around her head in a savage, vise-like grip.

His heavy prick spasmed massively on her curled, satiny tongue. She felt
it press against the roof of her mouth, sliding back till the dick-head
jammed against her tonsils.

Glenda gagged, tears streaming from her eyes as she fought for breath.
Hank tightened his grip around her head, grunting thickly as he pushed
forward, clenching the muscles of his sweaty, spit-polished ass.

"Swallow it, slut!" he commanded hoarsely. "C'mon! Swallow that whole
fuckin' meat! Deep-throat the fucker! AAAAAAH!"

He bellowed in bestial satisfaction as his huge sex-muscle squelched right
down Glenda's gagging gullet. Glenda's eyes bulged, her senses reeling, as
her nose and "O" shaped lips were mashed into the thick, musky mane of his
honey blond pubes. Her rosy mouth slurped blindly at the fat, twitching
base of his thick hardon. She felt it jerk mightily in her aching throat.

She was light-headed from lack of air, but wild, almost hysterical
shock-waves of intense pleasure and desire were reverberating throughout
her trussed up, squirming body. She began to suck.

Her flushed cheeks hollowed as she vacuumed Hank Rigorettino's healthy
whanger. Her licker vibrated and squirmed all around the heavy, twitching
shaft. Her hot, deep throat hummed and gurgled around his fat dick-head.

"Awwwww, y-yeah! Milk my fuckin' DONG, bitch! AAAAAAH!" Hank roared
huskily, tossing his handsome head from side to side, twisting his hips as
he stirred his meaty member around in Glenda's choking throat.

Hank's furry balls nudged Glenda's chin. His thick pubes tickled her nose.
His fingers twisted cruelly in her tangled reddish hair.

Hank slackened his grip and pulled his dick-head out of her coughing
throat long enough for Glenda to inhale some oxygen through her nose. Then
he pumped right down her gullet once more, grunting with animalistic
satisfaction.

Hank began to pump his prick back and forth over Glenda's warm,
velvet-soft tongue, groaning thickly as the bound beauty slurped and
gurgled around his lust-thickened bull-tool. Savage heat churned through
his healthy balls, setting fire to his blood. His hard-muscled, sleek body
glistened with sweat. His testicles smacked rhythmically against Glenda's
chin.

"Yeah, bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock!" Hank snarled roughly. "See, you know
you wanted it, slut! Fuckin' cock-tease! That mouth was made for suckin',
bitch! Now take it! Take it DEEP, you fuckin' bitch! You're gonna slurp
down my hot stud LOAD!"

Hank shuddered violently, his horse-meat throbbing masterfully in Glenda's
warm, squirming mouth and throat. Glenda was suctioning greedily, little
bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her widely stretched lips.

Hank uttered a choked sob, his muscles contracting and rippling beneath
his sweat-polished flesh. Keen primal rapture scalded his senses with
rugged force, exploding through his balls, searing every corner of his big,
strong body.

"AWWWWWWWWW!! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN' SCUM! NNNNNNNGH!" Hank
roared, plunging his cock down her throat.

Glenda's eyes widened and she gave a strangled grunt of sluttish shock as
big, hot jets of sperm pumped down her cock-stuffed gullet, hosing into her
tummy again and again. Hank jerked his spitting dong back, so that the rosy
knob rested on Glenda's slithering tongue. He pumped the last few hot,
thick squirts of his virile seed onto her taster, filling out Glenda's
cheeks.

Glenda mewled whorishly, slurping greedily on his huge cock, savoring the
acrid pungency of his potent scum, gulping down the salty rivulets as fast
as she could. She milked him dry, trickles of semen running from the
corners of her mouth, soaking her cheeks and chin.

Hank groaned thickly, rolling away from him, flopping on his back on the
ground and panting hoarsely. He was dizzy and drained from his ball
blistering orgasm...

Bob and Moose were all revved up to go. The hairy dark-haired brute and
the hulking black stud scrambled up on their knees on either side of dazed,
mewling Glenda.

Gripping their over-sized whangers, the outrageously well-hung buddies
waved them arrogantly in Glenda's face. Glenda moaned weakly as Bob and
Moose slapped and rubbed their huge prongs all over her face.

They forced her to lick their wrist-thick bull-tools from stem to stem.
They shoved their huge, sweaty balls in her mouth. They took turns cramming
as much of their peckers down her gagging, aching throat as they could...

"I wanna fuck this bitch's tight pink cunny, man!" Moose groaned huskily
as he slapped his bulbous dick-crown against Glenda's bruised, moaning
lips.

"Yeah, sock it to her, Moose! Show her how you can use that moose-dick of
yours!" Bob Smith grinned toothily.

Moose scrambled up between Glenda's widespread legs, breathing hard.
Planting one hand alongside of her waist, he guided his spit-lubricated
boner up between her gams.

Glenda whimpered feebly as she felt the fist-like knob of his eleven inch
whang prod the wet, puffy lips of her labia. Dull twinges of dark, primal
need burned deep in her crotch.

She was trembling uncontrollably. Her bonds chafed the tender skin of her
wrists and ankles and swollen breasts. And she was on fire, burning up with
seething, womanly passion...

Moose grunted thickly, humping forward with his hairy ass. Glenda's
slippery, buttery snatch slowly strained around his massive member, and he
started to slide slowly up inside of her.

Something snapped inside of Glenda. She arched her back and screamed,
tossing her thick red hair. The sensations which rippled through her
squirming, dick-stuffed cunt were so intense, they were almost
excruciating.

"Hey, keep her quiet, man!" Hank panted warningly.

Bob growled, scooping up his discarded jock strap. Grabbing Glenda by the
chin, the black buck stuffed his sweat-soaked jock between her teeth,
stifling her hysterical squeals of whorish exhilaration.

"Damn! She's got a tight, hot CUNT, man!" Moose groaned in a husky,
lust-thickened voice.

He shuddered as he pumped all eleven inches of his meaty dong up her
fuck-sleeve, feeling the hot, slippery clutch of her silken vagina around
his throbbing manhood. He wasted no time with foreplay.

The hairy muscle-man began to pound his bull-sized tool in and out of
Glenda's sopping, distended pussy, heaving back till the mushroom fire of
his dick-head peeped out, then ramming up to the balls inside her once
more. His furry belly clapped and rubbed against her sleek stomach, and
Glenda's huge, tied up knockers whipped up and down and wobbled like
swollen water balloons.

Hot slurping sounds came from the point where her gaping pussy lips milked
around Moose's vein-latticed horse-meat. Moose grunted and moaned,
grimacing with bestial excitement as he heaved his ass up and down.

"Yeah, bitch! YEAH! Take it! Take my big fuckin' COCK up your hot pussy!
Uh huh! Squeeze it, slut! Awwww, man! AAAWWWW, M-MAN! This bitch's gonna
milk me dry, man! Yeah! Y-YEAH! GET READY, WHORE! HERE IT COMES! UNGH!
UNGH! UNGH! HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES! AAAAAAWWWW!!" Moose bellowed savagely,
pounding into her with pile-driver force. His huge member crammed deep in
her sleek, squirming cuntal glove, punching the far wall of her vagina,
stretching it beyond belief. His lust swollen balls clapped up lewdly
against her twitching buttocks.

Moose shuddered violently, his eyes rolling as he threw back his head and
sank his schlong one last time in her honeyed box. Glenda gave a choked
shriek, biting into Bob's musky jock strap as she felt Moose's cock go off
inside her like a Roman candle.

Hot jets of man-sperm blasted into her belly, pumping again and again from
the lusty stud's bull-sized nuts. Each time he let loose with another
molten volley of scum, Moose uttered a hoarse grunt of bestial
satisfaction.

The force of the hirsute brute's ejaculation triggered something inside of
Glenda. Frantically, she made muffled squawks, arching her back, milking at
his spitting whanger with her hot, spread cunt.

Rockets and flares mushroomed through her loins, racing through her nerve
endings, exploding in a molten, blinding shower behind her tear-dazzled
eyes. She was coming! Coming gloriously whorishly, wretchedly! Her hot,
cock-stuffed pussy gushed with warm, honeyed secretions.

She flopped back, uttering broken sobs, gnashing her teeth around the
wadded jock which filled her mouth. She felt Moose pull out of her as the
sweaty stud rolled onto his back on the ground with a hoarse moan...

"Now it's my turn!" Bob Smith snarled, his teeth flashing as he grinned
with jungle lust.

The hulking Negro stud flexed his massive muscles, making his foot long
pecker jerk masterfully up and down in the air as he towered over the
buxom, bound beauty. She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but
through the fear, he saw the naked pools of wanton desire which reflected
her Bob Smith strode over to one of her legs. Squatting down, he took his
switch-blade and sliced through the rope which bound her ankle to the pole.
Shuffling over to the other pole, he cut loose her other foot.

Gripping her by the legs, Bob flipped Glenda over on her belly. Her big,
aching jugs were crushed painfully against the cement, and the shoestrings
twisted cruelly into her tormented, creamy flesh.

Swiftly, Bob moved down to her feet again, pulling them together. Nimbly,
he wound a short length of rope around her slender ankles and cinched it
tight, tying a strong knot.

Now, poor Glenda Farrell was gagged with her hands tied behind her back,
her feet bound together, her trussed up titties mashing cruelly against the
ground.

What in the world did that big, mean black man plan to do with her now?

CHAPTER THREE

Vainly, Glenda tried to peer over her shoulder. She couldn't make out what
Bob Smith was doing, but ripples of mingled fear and excitement churned
through her tummy.

She ached all over and she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was still
twitching, gaping wide, still in shock from the hard, deep fucking Moose
had given her.

Bob was kneeling over her, his legs on either side of her bound gams,
holding them together. A savage look creased his dark, Nubian features. His
foot long pecker knifed the night air like a tarred lance.

He was holding his belt. He held the buckle in his palm and wound the
thick leather strap twice around his big hand.

Looking over at Moose and Hank, Bob Smith growled huskily, "Mind if I tan
this slut's hide a little? Thought maybe I'd teach her a lesson for being
such a fuckin' bitch!"

"Be my guest, man!" Hank Rigorettino muttered hoarsely, his blue eyes
gleaming with sadistic excitement. "Whup the cow! Whup her GOOD!"

Both Hank and Moose were sporting raging hardons again as they watched Bob
prepare to lay into Glenda's upturned, lily white ass.

Glenda had a gorgeous ass. Full, creamy globes of pure, silk-smooth flesh,
separated by a deep, dimpled, vertical smile.

Bob Smith grunted, lifting his powerful right arm, his muscles bulging
massively beneath his sleek black flesh. He snarled, bringing the belt down
in a clean, swift arc.

It snapped sharply across the tender hills of Glenda Farrell's
unsuspecting buns, the report echoing through the vacant lot. The thick
belt strap licked deeply into Glenda's bare buns, and the gagged red-head
gave a strangled scream, her body jerking violently.

An angry red mark lashed across the lily white spheres of her buns as
white heat scorched Glenda's senses.

Bob Smith grunted savagely, slicing the belt across her squirming buttocks
once more, crisscrossing the first red mark with a second. Glenda bucked
and writhed frantically, screaming hoarsely through the bunched jock strap
which gagged her mouth.

Pain seared and rippled like a living thing through her lower body. Her
vision swam on a sea of tears and white spots rippled hazily through her
pain-numbed brain.

"Yeah! Take THAT, cunt! And THAT! UNNGH! UNNGH! UNNGH!" Bob Smith panted
thickly, whipping the bound beauty's tortured derriere full force, his
biceps bulging as he swung his powerful arm again and again.

His thickly muscled thighs and legs clamped around her with brutal force,
pinning the writhing red-head to the ground as he beat her blazing ass,
turning it from creamy white to angry red.

Pain blistered Glenda's senses. She screamed till she was hoarse, and then
suddenly, stopped struggling. Something was happening, something
unbelievable.

The excruciating agony was perversely merging with dark, naked passion.
Her puffy, dripping pussy spasmed and burned with uncontrollable bitch
lust. No longer did Glenda struggle to avoid Bob Smith's brutal belt.

She was, in fact, lifting her stinging, burning buttocks, masochistically
offering them up, shuddering and sobbing as she felt a savage thrill of
pure, primal sensation grow and seethe and explode through her body...

"Damn! This gets me fuckin' HOT!" Bob Smith panted hoarsely.

His brawny physique was soaked with sweat, glistening in the lamp-light,
looking purplish black. His eyes were dark pools of primitive passion.

Tossing the belt aside, Bob Smith scrambled down, gripping Glenda's waist
with his hands, pushing his huge horse-cock against her blazing ass crack.
He ground his pelvis against her from behind, and Glenda moaned hoarsely,
feeling the enormous slab of his pecker sliding lewdly all over her
smarting, whipped buttocks.

"Gonna take her ass, man!" Bob announced hoarsely. "Yeah, gonna slide my
tube steak right up her old dirt road..."

He pushed his schlong deep in her slick, warm butt crevice, prodding the
spit-lubricated rosebud of her tender anus. Moose and Hank were up on their
knees now, panting thickly, masturbating their twitching whangers as they
watched their black buddy prepare to sodomize the helplessly trussed up
red-head.

Digging his strong fingers into her tender white flesh, Bob tensed his
muscles and clenched his pearly whites. With a guttural growl, the brawny
brute snapped his pelvis forward hard.

For a brief moment, Glenda's stubborn sphincter muscle balked at accepting
so huge an obstacle. Then, reluctantly, it gave way, slowly stretching as
Bob increased the force of his thrust.

Glenda's eyes bulged and she shrieked hoarsely. Her brutally expanded
bunghole squelched snugly around the plum-colored knob of Bob Smith's
horsedong. White hot agony ripped through her entrails, and she squirmed
frantically, trying to pull away.

Bob Smith moaned in bestial delight, feeling the furnace hot tightness of
her juicy rectum milk around his bull-dick, almost hurting him, she was so
tight. He punched forward brutally, and Glenda's body heaved and bucked as
fresh pain strobed her senses.

Inch after big, black inch, Bob Smith's huge horse-meat stroked up the
velvety chute of Glenda's tight ass, pumping right into her guts, till her
bloated anus quivered around the wrist-thick root of his manhood. Bob's
kinky pubes rubbed against her aching, bruised buttocks like a Brillo pad.

"Aaaaaaah! Hot tight slut ASS!" Bob Smith grunted hoarsely. "Damn, bitch,
feels good and tight up there!"

He undulated his hips, making his prick jerk masterfully against the torn,
blazing walls of her violated rectum. His big paws went around her body and
found the swollen mounds of her titties, crushing them.

Bob Smith's hot breath blasted in Glenda's right ear as he began to hunch
his hips slowly, diabolically, up and down. His twelve inch schlong pumped
in and out like a well-greased piston, sliding back almost half-way before
punching deep inside her once more.

Glenda's body jerked violently each time Bob fucked his dong deep in her
tortured guts, and each thrust elicited a choked, agonized squawk from her
throat.

But the blinding pain was slowly starting to ebb. In its place, a dark,
molten surge of heat trickled through her hard-fucked bowels.

Yes, it was feeling good. So incredibly good. Oh, God! Oh GOD! I like it.
I LOVE IT! she thought dimly.

She began to relax, wallowing in the wretched, degenerate sensations which
flooded her. Her squirming butt-hole started to suck and milk greedily
around the heavy purple-black tube steak which stroked lewdly in and out of
her steamy innards.

Bob Smith licked her ear, whispering hoarse, crude things to her as he
squeezed her aching jugs and pumped his fat dick in and out of her tight
ass, harder and harder, faster and faster. The lewd sound of sweaty flesh
slapping savagely together echoed through the empty lot.

Hank Rigorettino wanted in on this hot action. The rugged blond athlete
had a raging erection, and he sprang down onto the concrete, his blue eyes
glittering as he watched Bob's black manhood slice into Glenda's puckered
anus.

"Lemme plug the bitch's cunt, man!" Hank muttered thickly. "Roll her over
on her side and we'll fuck her from both sides!"

Bob grunted, leaning into Glenda, sliding all twelve inches of his
bull-dick up her ass. Holding it up there, he pulled Glenda over on her
side, so that she faced Hank.

Glenda moaned through her gag as she felt the Negro brute start to fuck
her ass again, snapping his hips energetically back and forth, cramming his
horse-dong way up Glenda's guts time and time again.

Hank scooted up to her, grinning nastily as he fondled her swollen, tied
up knockers. His blue eyes strobed signals of mocking, sadistic lust and
triumph into her wide, tear-filled hazel eyes.

"Gettin' into it, aren't you, Glenda?" Hank sneered thickly, strumming her
ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. "Yeah, you're finding out
what a real slut you are, ain't ya? This day's gonna be burned in your
mind, girl. The day that Glenda got hers, man! Yeah! Now I'm gonna fuck
your twat, bitch!"

He gripped his pulsing schlong, slapping the bloated knob mischievously
against the swollen, pulpy petals of her labia. Glenda shuddered as Hank
started to pump his throbbing member up her steamy hole.

Her body exploded with white hot sensation. Bob Smith's twelve inch
phallus was ramming in and out of her quaking, wide-stretched ass. And now.
Hank's sturdy sex-tool pierced her tender vagina, burrowing deep, pumping
to the root in her spasming snatch.

"Aaaaah! Hot pussy, Glenda, baby! MMMM! Yeah!" Hank moaned happily,
wiggling his hips as he stirred his boner in her juicy twat.

A thin filament of silky flesh was all that separated the brawny studs'
pounding peckers. Each guy could feel the swollen hardness of the other's
dick through this diaphanous membrane. And, boy, could Glenda feel those
two mighty whangers screwing her good!

Two dicks in Glenda! Wow! It was incredible! The lava-like rush of sheer
rapture washed through the buxom red-head's lower body.

She seemed to float and flounder in a molten sea of liquid, seething
sensation. She felt totally opened up, totally filled, totally helpless...

Her ass and pussy blazed with almost unbearable ecstasy. Each time Bob or
Hank rammed his cock up to the base inside her, Glenda's body writhed and
bucked and she uttered a strangled shriek, gnashing her teeth wildy around
Bob's musky jock strap.

Her trussed up, buxom body was sandwiched between the two sweaty,
muscle-bound studs, and the breath was nearly knocked from her lungs each
time they rammed into her. Her hot, quivering butt-hole and velvety,
suctioning snatch milked sluttishly at Bob's and Hank's throbbing, pounding
pricks.

"Aaaawww, m-man! Gonna fuckin' SHOOT!" Smith bellowed hoarsely.

He heaved forward hard, punching all twelve inches of his fuck-pole up
Glenda's steamy bowels. His cock jerked like a cannon, hot balls of sperm
spraying deep in Glenda's wanton guts, again and again...

The hulking Negro rolled away from the buxom red-head, uttering a hoarse,
gravelly groan of bestial satisfaction. Hank took this opportunity to push
Glenda over on her back, with her hands pinned behind her.

He rocked his pelvis to and fro, churning his sex-prong around in her hot,
juicy snatch. He fucked into her hard and fast, his hands planted on the
pavement on either side of her.

His sweat-soaked, scum-bloated nuts swung in a savage trajectory, smacking
against Glenda's aching buns each time the blond stud stroked his schlong
to the root in her tight pussy.

"Yeah, bitch, you like being tied up and raped by three big studs, don't
ya?" Hank growled thickly, pumping into her roughly, making Glenda's
ballooning titties bounce and quiver like overturned bowls of vanilla
pudding, topped with cherries.

Hank felt savage lust and pleasure knotting in his hairy balls. Glenda's
moist, satiny love-pocket squirmed and stroked around his bloated, pumping
member. Damn, it felt good... He shuddered as he twisted his prick around
inside her a few times.

Then, Hank pulled out. Panting hard, he scrambled forward, straddling
Glenda's middle. He slapped his dripping ramrod into her cleavage, crushing
the mounds of Glenda's stupendous breasts together around his meat.

Lewdly, the handsome stud fucked Glenda's tits, snapping his fingers and
thumbs around her swollen nipples, twisting and pinching them savagely. The
angry red knob of his bull-cock bumped rhythmically against Glenda's chin.

"Uh huh! Fuckin' your boobs, babe! Yeah! Really usin' you, like the
whore-cunt you are!" Hank rasped hoarsely, twisting her nipples like radio
knobs, making them explode with mingled agony and ecstasy.

Sadistic passion strobed through Rigorettino's body. Grunting thickly, he
scooted forward, squatting on her big, bouncy breasts. Roughly, Hank pulled
the soiled jock strap from between Glenda's teeth.

He was jacking his pulsating tube steak hard and fast, the savage heat
mounting in his throbbing, bloated nuts. Grabbing a handful of Glenda's
hair, he dragged her face forward, slapping and rubbing his twitching dong
all over her cheeks and lips and nose and eyes.

"Open wide, slut!" Hank muttered in a taut, strangled voice. "Get ready
for my thick, hot stud-juice! Take it, bitch! Y-Yeah! TAKE IT!
AAAAAARRRRGGGH!"

Rigorettino's boner went off like a Roman candle. As body-searing jolts of
bestial rapture seared the handsome jock from head to toe, his jerking dong
pumped thick, steamy jets of sperm all over Glenda's gasping face. His
heavy load soaked her cheeks and chin, spattering over her hair.

Big gobs of semen blasted over Glenda's sluttishly extended tongue,
fountaining in her hungry mouth, running in warm, yummy rivulets down her
greedy gullet. Hank shuddered and gasped, tossing his head from side to
side, beads of sweat spraying from the short ends of his straw blond hair.
He slapped Glenda's face a few times with his aching pecker, smearing sperm
across her flushed cheeks and pouty red lips.

Bob Smith and Moose, who were watching, were masturbating their own solid
truncheons. Now, as Hank stood up and swaggered to where his clothes were
discarded, the big brutes scrambled up to Glenda's head.

They forced the bound beauty to suck and lick their musky dicks all over,
cramming them down her throat one at a time. They pumped their pricks in a
frenzy of lust, swiping her panting lips and darting tongue with their fat
cock-knobs.

They worked their peckers vigorously, till almost in unison, Bob and Moose
roared in savage pleasure and let loose with torrents of pungent man-cream,
saturating Glenda's face and pumping her mouth full with fresh wads of
gooey sperm and semen...

Hank bent down and cut the ropes which bound together Glenda's hands and
feet. The stunned, exhausted red-head lay sprawled on the hard concrete,
moaning feebly. She ached all over. She was dizzy. She didn't even think
she would be capable of moving for quite some time.

The three studs who had just brutally raped her were guffawing and joking
coarsely as they zipped up their pants and put on their shoes and shirts.

Hank strode up to where Glenda lay and squatted down to look at her.

"Forgot my shoe-laces, baby," he drawled mockingly, unknotting the strings
which dug painfully into her bruised knockers. "Thanks for the date! You
ever need a good, hard fuck, just give me a call!"

With a loud laugh, he sprinted over to the car, into which the other two
guys had already piled. The car went screeching away from the deserted
warehouse, leaving Glenda alone and naked among the tattered remnants of
her clothes...

Somehow, Glenda made it home that night. She managed to pin together her
clothes in a semi-respectable fashion and took a cab as soon as she saw
one.

She felt numb and blank. For a few days, she seemed to live in a dream
world where nothing made sense and everything was routine.

Then, a wild surge of energy possessed her. She decided to make her mark
on the world. She quit college and prepared to leave for the Big Apple, New
York City! She was going to sear across the modeling scene and make it on
the covers of those fashion magazines if it killed her!

Glenda Farrell the spoiled, nave little princess was no more. In her
stead was a woman, a woman with passion and ambition...

A woman with needs, deep needs, dark needs. Needs which plumbed the depths
of her soul. She was confused, excited, frightened, but above all,
determined to Live with a capital L!

***

Police Chief Rupert Farrell had wanted to fuck his daughter for years.
Ever since his wife, Sharon, had died, in fact.

Rupert and Sharon had had an idyllic marriage. He was a hot shot policeman
in Potter's Bluff, the son and the grandson of mayors of the city. He liked
the power and the good a policeman had in the community. It gave Rupert a
sense of strength and self-worth.

Sharon had been a vivacious, lovely thing, a redhead like Glenda, and she
was the winner of several major beauty pageants, including Miss Arkansas,
before she married Rupert.

Glenda, their only child, was their pride and joy, and when she grew up to
be such a bright, gorgeous, popular young thing, they were proud as punch.

Then, Sharon died and Rupert was all alone in the wood frame house on
Lothario Lane with his buxom teenaged daughter. He tried dating other women
for a while. He was a ruggedly handsome fellow, and became the youngest
Police Chief in the state, so he was considered quite a good catch.

But he couldn't get very interested in the other women. His memories of
Sharon obsessed him, and he found himself looking at Glenda and seeing
Sharon; seeing Sharon slowly, voluptuously become all of those things he
had found the most exciting in his wife...

Rupert began to drink quite a lot. He lavished affection and money on his
spoiled child, and mentally punished himself for the incestuous desires
which started to burn in his brain and in his balls...

Lately, he had begun to frequent prostitutes. He chose red-haired girls in
their late teens. He created elaborate fantasy-scenarios in sleazy motel
rooms, and paid through the teeth for this luxury.

Sometimes, when he had drunk enough and was lust-crazed enough, he made
the girl say she was "Glenda" and call him "Daddy". Later, he would be
almost prostrated with remorse...

When Glenda announced one day that she was planning to leave home and move
to New York, it affected Rupert terribly. It was as if his wife had told
him she was leaving him for another man... He felt guilty about this, and
tried to be happy and supportive of his daughter's momentous decision.

"What's good for my Princess is good enough for me!" he said.

Glenda gave him a strange, tender look, something subtle flickering in her
long-lashed hazel eyes. She had penetrated a barrier of her father's
personality, and had seen things that had been invisible before.

Glenda was especially kind and sweet to her father during the last few
weeks before she left town. One day, about a week before she left, Glenda
said to her father, "Daddy, on Tuesday night, I'm going to have a special
party for you, so don't make any plans."

"What kind of party, Glenda?" Rupert Farrell inquired, curious.

"A party for you and me. Your birthday is next month, and I won't be
there, so we'll celebrate early. And we'll celebrate my big step towards
fame and riches!"

Tuesday night, Rupert was sprawled in his big arm chair in the den,
watching a football game on the boob tube. He had a Heineken clutched in
one beefy paw, and about six empty beer cans were scattered on the floor at
his feet.

Rupert Farrell was a strikingly handsome man. He was forty, and seemed in
his prime. He was big and brawny. A two year stint in the Marines had
taught him self-discipline and bodily pride.

Now, he took great care of his physique, working out at the gym at the
police station at least three times a week.

Six foot three, Rupert Farrell weighed two hundred and sixty pounds of
beefy brawn. He had a squarish head with a belligerent, lantern-like jaw.
Thick, surly brows shaded his deep-set, storm-gray eyes.

He had craggy, copper-toned good looks, like one of those rugged guys in
Marlborough commercials. His black hair was cropped within a half inch of
his scalp in military fashion.

That evening, Rupert's red and black checkered lumberjack shirt was
unbuttoned, revealing the heavy slabs of his chest muscles and thick coils
of the dense, dark hair which foamed over much of his body. His well-worn
dungarees bulged massively at the crotch. His legs were long and thick at
the thighs, trunks of powerful muscle.

He heard the front door bang, and his ears pricked up. He heard Glenda's
dainty foot-fall on the hail floor, and unwitting lust crept through his
sweaty balls.

"Daddy?" Glenda called in her silvery, musical tones.

"Yes, honey?" Rupert called back.

"I'll be down in a minute!" she cried, and he heard her going up the
stairs.

A few minutes later, Glenda called from the top of the stairs, "Daddy!
Come upstairs! I've got a surprise for you!"

Rupert grunted, getting to his feet and striding towards the stairs. The
big law enforcement officer felt a trifle groggy from all the beer he had
consumed, but he was always ready to oblige his darling daughter.

"Where are you, Glenda?"

"In your room, Daddy!"

Rupert walked through the threshold of his room and gasped. It was
festooned with crepe paper and glowed with the light of many candles.
Glenda stood beaming in the center of the room, holding out a cake with
white frosting, covered with little candles. The bed was heaped with
packages, and a bottle of champagne on ice rested on his bed side table.

"Oh, Glenda! You shouldn't have!" Rupert exclaimed, truly moved.

"Of course I should! My darling Daddy deserves only the best!" Glenda
cried merrily, setting down the cake and giving her father a big kiss.

Her lips felt warm and supple against his, and an uncontrollable surge of
kinetic heat rippled through the brawny cop as his buxom daughter's mouth
brushed his.

Glenda looked dazzling. She was wearing a sexy crimson dressing gown,
knotted at the waist with a red velvet belt. The gown had long sleeves and
a high collar, which were fringed with fluffy white rabbit fur. Her thick
red hair tumbled sexily around the shoulders of the gown.

"Come, Daddy," Glenda purred, taking his arm after they had each eaten a
slice of cake. "Let's open the presents!"

CHAPTER FOUR

Each gift was prettily wrapped in colored paper and tied with ribbons.
Glenda plopped down in an antique rocking chair and watched impishly as her
handsome father unwrapped his presents.

The first few gifts were pretty routine: slippers, a tie, a bottle of
Rupert's favorite cologne, etc. Then they really started getting unusual
and interesting.

"What's this for?" Rupert inquired, furrowing his brows as he held up two
lengths of white rope.

The package contained a half dozen of these ropes, each one wound up and
neatly tied with a red ribbon.

"Well, rope always comes in handy!" Glenda teased with a giggle, sipping
from a glass of bubbly.

She watched impishly as her father unwrapped the next present. Rupert
gasped and threw his daughter a frowning look. But he was unable to repress
a smile when he saw the delighted look on her gorgeous face.

"I could run you in for this, young lady!" Police Chief Farrell thundered
in mock anger.

The package contained an ounce of fragrant Acapulco Gold. Fine, aromatic
marijuana -- the very best! Several fat, rolled joints were tucked into the
bag.

"Oh, don't be such a goody goody!" Glenda giggled. "Haven't you ever
smoked grass before, Daddy? Even once?"

"No, ma'am," Rupert said firmly. "And it shocks me no end to know that you
obviously have!"

"Daddy, you're the limit! Get with it! Pot is FUN! It mellows you out!
Police Chief or not, tonight your naughty little girl is going to get you
stoned!"

Glenda lit up one of the reefers and took a deep drag. She passed it to
Rupert, who hesitated for only a moment before puffing on it. He liked the
way it tasted.

Strange, heated excitement was building within him. This was quite an
unorthodox birthday party his little girl was throwing him!

Something was in the air, some secret, Rupert knew instinctively that he
and his daughter were moving into excitingly dangerous territory...

The marijuana tingled through his senses subtly. At first, he didn't even
realize what was happening, because he already had a buzz from the beer and
champagne. Then it hit him, with a glorious splash of liquid heat.

Everything seemed rosy and warm and oh so sensual! Glenda looked exotic in
her red, fur-lined dressing gown. He'd never seen in her that garment
before. She was inclined to wear very revealing outfits which all but bared
her stupendous knockers -- knockers Rupert thought about incessantly, and
longingly...

It struck him suddenly that it was odd that Glenda was wearing that gown
now. It covered her body from neck to ankle. It hugged the shapely contours
of her hour glass figure, however, showing off those high, proud breasts.

The next gift was a black leather riding crop. Rupert looked at it,
puzzled, and then gaped at Glenda till she laughed.

"I thought you might want to take up horse back riding!" Glenda giggled
teasingly.

"GLENDA!" Rupert cried hoarsely, scandalized as he opened the next
package.

It contained a rather large vibrator, smooth and ivory white, complete
with batteries! It was ten and a half inches long.

"You can give it to one of your lady friends, if you like, you sly dog!"
Glenda giggled.

"Young lady, you are really naughty!" Rupert growled, but then he grinned.

Lust was winding its molten tendrils through his lower body. His heart was
pounding and his hands felt clammy. He could hardly see straight. And
Glenda kept passing him a joint to puff on, lighting one right after the
other...

The last package was, quite obviously, a stack of magazines. Rupert
supposed it was old issues of Sports Illustrated, which Glenda knew he
liked to collect.

He was astounded to find that he was wrong. Very wrong! The luridly
illustrated magazines were certainly about a primitive form of sport, but
one not shown on public television very often.

They had titles like Bondage News, Rope, Bound Beauties, Tied & Whipped,
Roped Sluts, etc. Each page of each magazine was chock full of shockingly
revealing photographs of people doing outrageous sexual things to one
another.

But all these pictures and magazines were about hot S & M scenes. Big,
busty blondes, tied and gagged, clamps on their nipples, whip marks on
their bare buttocks, got fucked from behind by powerful studs, some with
leather masks, some with whips and belts, which they liberally made use of.

Thoroughly stoned, his head swimming on an erotic sea of dizzy sensation,
Rupert flipped through the pages of the magazines without a word, his gray
eyes blazing greedily as he drank in the lascivious images which gleamed
glossily in the warm candle light.

Slowly, he looked up, a confused, rather stricken expression on his
flushed, ruggedly handsome visage.

"Glenda, honey, uh, why... why did you give me these?" he croaked 
hoarsely.

Glenda shrugged, smiling at him voluptuously. Her vixenish hazel eyes
strobed signals of unabashed desire at her sexy Dad.

"Because I thought it might be fun, Daddy," she purred, rising from the
rocking chair.

She took a final sip of champagne and whirled around to face him, her eyes
flashing as she unknotted the belt to her robe. Smiling sensuously, the
buxom red-head let the dressing gown slip from her shoulders and fall in a
crimson heap at her feet.

Rupert Farrell gasped aloud, his eyes rounding. He couldn't believe what
he saw! He blinked and shook his head. No, it was true!

Glenda wore a shocking outfit. It consisted of a sexy corset-like ensemble
made largely of black lace, so it was virtually transparent. This unusual
corset curved into a half-brassiere, which cupped the lower slopes of
Glenda's enormous, thrusting jugs, fully revealing her ripe, red nipples.

There was a big gash cut in the crotch of the gossamer piece of clothing,
a gash fringed in red fur, and this gash revealed the fleshy gash of
Glenda's hot cunt! Glenda had shaven her twat smooth as a baby's, and the
moist, pouty lips gleamed in the candle light, coral pink and dewy with
girl-lust.

Connected to the corset with garters were a pair of black net stockings,
sexily shading the red-head's lithe, shapely gams. On her feet, she wore
black stiletto-heeled shoes.

She looked incredible! Flame-red hair, sexy hazel eyes, queen-sized
titties, wet, smooth snatch, and that outrageous outfit! It was enough to
make a fellow cream in his BVDs!

Which is almost what Police Chief Farrell did as he gawked at his nubile
nineteen year old daughter, standing in front of him in his bedroom.

"Like it, Daddy?" Glenda cried musically, spinning around as she displayed
her ensemble.

Rupert became aware that the perfume she wore was very enticing. He was
also aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants...

"It's... It's very sexy, Glenda!" he managed to gasp thickly, blushing to
the roots.

"Now, Daddy," Glenda said gaily, darting over to his dressing table. "I
want you to get all dressed up for your little girl!"

"Huh?" Rupert inquired a little stupidly.

"Here! I've laid everything out for you to put on!" Glenda remarked
briskly, stepping aside to show him what she meant.

Rupert's old policeman uniform, from when he was a cop on a beat, was laid
out neatly across the table. Alongside the uniform and his hat were his gun
in its holster, his handcuffs, and his billy club.

"Honey, your old man is getting just a little bewildered," Rupert Farrell
admitted with a shaky chuckle.

"We're going to have a wild, fun party, Daddy!" Glenda cried, pouting
girlishly, "Please play! Now! I'll go into my room and put on some music,
and when I come back, I hope to see you all dressed up like a big, mean
cop! Won't it be fun? We'll act out a fun little play, just you and me!"

With that, the naughty red-head skipped out of the room and entered hers,
which was just two doors down the hall. Glenda's heart was pounding wildly.
Kittenish, druggy delight soared through her. She felt high as a kite, and
totally exhilarated.

She had planned this little party for some time, ever since it had
occurred to her that her dear, big, handsome father had the hots for her.
She had seen it in his eyes.

And that thought had driven her wild with a strange, obsessive fire. Odd,
confused images crashed through her sex-starved brain. She began to concoct
a lurid little fantasy, a fantasy she knew she had the power to make come
true...

She went over to her stereo and selected an Aretha Franklin album. She put
it on, then primped in the mirror, and swayed majestically out of the room,
heading towards her father and a kinky, off the wall fantasy come to
life...

As she stepped into Rupert's room, Aretha's voice could be heard wailing
over the speakers in Glenda's room the opening lyrics of A Man And A
Woman...

Glenda moaned softly, bright spots of color burning in her cheeks, her
eyes flashing as she stared at the spectacle before her.

Police Chief Rupert Farrell stood masterfully in the middle of the room.
His blue cap was pushed back rakishly on his head. He looked tall and proud
in his spruce blue cop uniform, with its gleaming silver badge.

His gun bulged in the holster at his waist. His billy club was clutched in
one big, meaty paw. His eyes were furrowed, stem and savage, blazing orbs
of smoky gray...

Rupert smacked the billy club in his hand as he stared at his buxom,
scantily clad daughter. Savage heat was igniting in his loins. He felt
power and excitement almost overwhelm him as he slipped into the role he
now knew his daughter wanted him to play.

"Marijuana and porn!" he snarled in a deep, gravelly voice. "Enough to put
you away for a year, girl! I oughta run you in. Yeah, I oughta run you in
right now!"

"Oh, please, Daddy! I'm sorry I was so naughty! I promise never to be so
beastly again!" Glenda pleaded, batting her lashes at him innocently and
poking out her lower lip.

"The law is the law, Glenda," Rupert said harshly. "And my job is to
enforce that law. To keep the scum from polluting our pristine environment.
Clean, strong law enforcement. Purification. That's my job, hitch. And
you're stepping on my toes."

Raw lust was creeping into his voice, and Glenda shuddered, dark, primal
feelings starting to swirl all through her body. She felt her nipples
growing hard. She felt her pussy growing hot and wet and oh so itchy...

"Oh. Daddy! I'll do anything to make up for it!" Glenda wailed petulantly,
real tears glistening on her long lashes.

Rupert strode over to the bed and swept up the handcuffs in one beefy paw.
Striding forward, he frowned at her fiercely, flexing is muscles as he
towered above his buxom daughter.

"Look at you! Dressed up like a fuckin' slut!" Police Chief Farrell
snarled. "Your mother must be spinning in her grave! Come on! Put out your
hands, slut!"

"Oh, Daddy! You're so cruel!" whimpered Glenda, but she docilely extended
her hands.

An illicit thrill shot through the stoned teenager as she felt the cold 
iron cuffs clamp tightly around her slender wrists. She was trembling in
excitement. Her head was positively spinning.

"Come over here!" commanded Farrell authoritatively, pulling her by the
cuffs over to the foot of the bed.

He grabbed up one of the ties she had given him. He knotted one end around
the chain linking the cuffs. He took the other end and tied it securely
around the bed post.

Taking another tie, he knotted it and slipped it around her neck. Cinching
it tight, he tied the end of it to the bed post, too.

Glenda was thoroughly incapacitated! The tie chafed her neck deliciously,
making the blood pound in her temples. She was moaning softly with almost
delirious delight.

"Oh, Daddy, what are you going to DO?" Glenda wailed querulously, but her
eyes were sparkling with greedy excitement.

"I'm going to teach you one helluva lesson, babe!" Farrell announced
gruffly. "Hell, maybe you're right. Maybe I can't run you in. Wouldn't look
right, a cop turning in his own flesh and blood. Cop's gotta enforce the
laws in his own family. Use a firm hand. Keep the rebellious ones under
control. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget, Glenda. Yeah,
this is gonna be the time that Glenda got hers..."

He picked up the riding crop, gripping the phallic leather end in the
strong fingers of his right hand. His gray eyes burned with savage passion
as he regarded Glenda's ripe buttocks.

The corset-like garment looked very alluring from behind, too. A gossamer
stripe of lace hiked up her butt crack, forming a thin strap around her
waist. The full globes of her rounded, snow white bubble buns were
completely revealed.

Licking his dry lips, Rupert lifted the champagne bottle and gulped down a
few mouthfuls of the bubbly liquid before turning his attention to Glenda's
derriere once more.

Bracing himself, he lifted his arm high and gave a savage grunt as he
swung the riding crop down hard across Glenda's tender bottom. The
resilient crop snapped vigorously across her buns, making a loud, sharp
cracking sound.

An instant later, a long rosy mark burned across the tender white globes 
of Glenda's rump. Glenda's body jerked violently as her father laid into
her tingling buttocks.

She gave a high-pitched yelp, tears springing to her eyes as pain sang
through her veins, savage music which thrilled her to the core. She choked
back sobs of hysterical delight as Rupert swung his arm again and again,
raining her agonized buttocks with brutal swipes of the stinging leather
crop.

Rupert was panting thickly, sadistically loving the reverberation of each
blow along his arm as he whipped his buxom daughter's aching rump again and
again. She started screaming lustily, tossing her thick mane of flame red
hair, plaintively begging him to stop, to have mercy.

But he could tell from her voice that she really wanted it, more than
anything else in the world. And even if she hadn't wanted it, he was so
caught up in the brutal fantasy, it was doubtful whether he would have
stopped. His raging hardon strained savagely against the confines of his
blue trousers and his boxer shorts, demanding release.

He varied the path of his blows, directing the crop up between her legs a
few times, snapping it skillfully across the tender lips of her labia.
Glenda uttered blood-curdling howls each time the crop stung her swollen
snatch.

Explosions of masochistic ecstasy seared through her loins, and she sobbed
and writhed, the tie twisting and burning against her throat, tears
streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy juice trickled in honeyed
rivulets down her legs, soaking her net stockings.

"Yeah! You like your big, masterful stud of a father tanning your hide,
don't ya, slut?" Rupert panted thickly, bringing the crop down hard. "Feel
my power, bitch! Feel my raw, animal power! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"

Glenda's body jerked and quivered, mingled pleasure and pain stinging
through her reddened buttocks, making her hot pussy twitch wetly.

Rupert strode up to her, panting hard. He clapped his left hand hard
against one of her red-striped buns, making it smart with fresh pain as he
dug his cruel fingers into the tender, creamy flesh.

"Learned your lesson yet, cunt?" demanded the Police Chief.

"Y-Yes, Daddy! Y-YEEEES!" wailed Glenda.

"Hmmm. We'll see about that," he snarled gruffly, sliding the riding crop 
lewdly between her legs, brushing the tip of it against the velvety folds
of her labia.

Abruptly, he tossed the riding crop aside. With deft fingers, he unknotted
the belts which secured her to the bed posts. Glenda whimpered, sinking to
her knees on the carpet, her cuffed hands drooping between her legs.

"What do you mean by reading this filth, girl?" Rupert demanded harshly,
grabbing up one of the porno magazines and slapping Glenda across the face
with it. "Huh? HUH? You're nothing but a dirty whore, ain't ya, bitch?
You're a conniving, sneaky, spoiled little whore, living high on the hog
off your father's money while you let every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck you
like the dirty harlot you are!"

He slapped her face none too gently, and Glenda squealed, her cheek
smarting warmly. The sight of her hulking stud of a father, looming above
her like a uniformed God, was almost enough to make her swoon.

She saw the hot, savage flames which burned in his glowering eyes. She saw
the way his muscles bulged beneath his clothing. She saw that extra large
bulge in his pants, throbbing lewdly against his trouser leg like a rigid
snake...

Rupert drew his gun. It gleamed malevolently in the candle light. It
wasn't loaded, of course, but it was still frightening. He waved it in
front of Glenda's face, then jabbed the blunt snout of the gun against her
puffy lips.

"Suck my gun, girl!" roared Police Chief Farrell. "Milk this cold, steel
phallus! This is the phallus of law and order! You've probably sucked every
other phallus in Potter's Bluff! Now it's time to suck this one!"

Glenda gurgled as she slurped at the cold steel barrel of the gun. Rupert
pumped it back and forth over her warm pink tongue. She looked up at him
with big, angelic hazel eyes, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the
corners of her humming, suckling mouth. It was the kind of sight which
drives a gut nuts with lust...

He pulled the gun from between her lips and tossed it onto a chair.
Quickly, he started to undress. His dark pants were tucked into black shiny
boots. He dragged his pants down to the boots, leaving them there.

He unbuttoned his blue tunic and shrugged it off. Underneath, he wore a
guinea tee shirt, baring his incredibly brawny arms and a good deal of his
powerfully muscled chest.

What a body her sexy father had! Glenda stared with child-like delight at
it, cooing softly. Thick tufts of black hair escaped over the neck-line of
his form-fitting tank top tee shirt.

His pectorals were solid globes of bulging, beefy muscle. His arms were
huge, with cantaloupe-sized biceps and ham-like hands. Tattoos adorned his
thick upper arms.

Glenda swept her eyes down to his lower body, and shuddered in excitement.
Rupert's legs were strong and hairy. A set of musky, baseball-sized nuts
swung meatily half-way to his knees.

His belly was starting to thicken just a little, and was very furry. From
a thick, crinkly nest of coarse black hairs, Rupert Farrell's horse-cock
erupted like a truncheon, jerking savagely up and down in the air as manly
lust surged through his naked loins.

His cock was eleven inches long and thick as Glenda's wrist. Ropy veins
latticed the pulsating, corrugated shaft of Rupert's member. His cock-head
was blunt and heart-shaped, about the size of a child's list. A dewy
droplet of clear moisture leaked from his fat glans, glistening like a bead
of transparent mercury.

"Now it's Daddy's turn, bitch!" Rupert snarled thickly. "Daddy's gonna get
something for all the trouble he put into raising you, you Goddamn
cocksuckin' whore!"

He took off his cap long enough to peel out of his tight tank top tee
shirt. Tossing this garment onto the bed, he plopped the cap down on his
bullet-shaped head and stood mightily in front of his kneeling daughter.

His powerful legs were splayed apart. His pants and undershorts were
bunched around his boots. He flexed his huge muscles, and Glenda shuddered,
watching them bulge like belts and slopes of steel beneath his hot, hairy
flesh.

The tie still dangled from Glenda's neck, laying between her healthy
knockers. Rupert grabbed the end of the tie and jerked on it roughly,
dragging Glenda forward.

He pulled her towards a big armchair in the corner of the room, forcing
Glenda to scramble frantically forward on her knees to keep from choking.
When he reached the chair, Rupert sat on it, splaying his knees wide,
jerking Glenda up between his legs.

"Suck Daddy's beefy man-breasts, Glenda!" Rupert ordered harshly, gripping
a handful of her hair and shoving her face against his heaving chest.

Glenda moaned hoarsely, greedily mouthing and lapping at the furry mounds
of her father's flexing pectorals. His paps grew rigid as hot rubber rivets
as she circled them with her warm lips and suckled like a baby.

"Uh huh! Milk on Daddy's pecs, Princess! Yeah! Nurse on my beefy tits, you
fuckin' whore!" Rupert snarled thickly.

He clamped his sweaty paws around the full, creamy mounds of Glenda's
boobs, kneading them roughly, scraping his thumbs over the exposed buds of
her nipples.

Lifting one arm, he dragged Glenda's gasping face up beneath it,
smothering her in the sweaty hollow.

"Suck your father's hot armpit, cunt! Suck it clean!" Rupert muttered
thickly.

Glenda gurgled, the blasting heat of his pungent armpit swamping her
senses, making her eyes and mouth water with bitch passion. Sluttishly, the
handcuffed red-head licked her father's hairy armpit, tangling her taster
in the thick, greasy fur, savoring the tangy, smoky flavor which burned in
her mouth.

Farrell's chest was heaving violently as he panted with lustful
excitement. He twisted his fingers in his daughter's hair and roughly
jerked her head down between his legs.

"Now it's time, Glenda!" he roared harshly. "It's time to wrap those hot
red lips of yours around your Daddy's bull-meat!"

CHAPTER FIVE

Licking her father's strong, hairy thighs, Glenda Farrell was drunk with
wild, hedonistic passion. She purred and whimpered, loving it when he
tugged savagely at her hair and ordered her to do things with his deep,
harsh voice.

She loved the hot, pungent scent of her father's crotch. Shuddering, she
ran her rose pink tongue in long, wet licks up and down the sturdy shaft of
his eleven inches of horse-cock.

She twined her taster around the bloated, twitching tube steak, purring
sluttishly as she curled her sulky lips around the fat, blunt cock-crown,
taking it in her mouth. She was trembling in excitement as she milked on 
the pulpy dick-knob.

Her jaws strained slowly apart in order to accommodate the mammoth
dimensions of her father's manhood. Slowly, she suckled her way down the
thick, veiny shaft, curling her licker in a delectable trough beneath his
throbbing member.

"Suck it! Suck it, bitch! Y-Yeah! Take Daddy's meat deep in your throat!
AAAWWWW, YYEEEAH!" growled Rupert thickly.

He was jerking on the end of the tie which was looped around her slender
swan-like neck. Her big knockers wobbled against her knees.

Glenda made choked gurgling, gasping sounds as she forced her Daddy's
king-sized dong into her hot, tight throat. Tears streamed from her eyes
and her senses whirled from lack of oxygen.

She took it all, a wild flurry of primal heat exploding through her zaftig
body as inch after meaty inch of Rupert Farrell's bull-cock speared down
her gurgling gullet. Soon, her rounded, raspberry pink lips were milking
moistly at the wrist-sized root of her Daddy's prick.

Her upturned little button of a nose was jammed into his sweaty pubes. His
greasy nuts nudged lewdly against her chin.

Rupert let go of the tie and clamped his big paws around his daughter's
head in a vise-like grip. Grunting thickly, he started to slam her head
roughly up and down, heaving forward with his hips as he fucked Glenda's
velvety, gurgling throat with brute force.

Glenda gagged and whimpered, her eyes bugging out, tears streaming down
her cheeks. She could hardly breathe! She managed to inhale through her
nose when her father's squarish dick-crown popped out of her aching throat,
but he almost immediately pumped it down to the root once more.

"Suck, slut! SUCK! Milk my big fuckin' COCK, you dirty CUNT!" Rupert
Farrell roared, specks of saliva flying from the corners of his lips.

Roughly, he dragged back her head by the hair, his bull-meat squelching
out of her groaning mouth and snapping up rigidly against his beefy belly.
He fisted his manhood with his free hand, and used it like a whip, smacking
the sides of his daughter's fist with his raging hardon, rubbing the fat,
greasy knob all over her mewling red lips, smearing them with pre-come.

"Get down on Daddy's balls, girl!" Police Chief Farrell commanded. "Lick
those big fuckin' bull balls GOOD!"

Glenda gave a muffled squawk as he mashed her face into the greasy,
wrinkly folds of his scumbag. Shuddering, the buxom red-head opened her
mouth, wrapping her warm lips around each of the bloated, egg-shaped
nuggets, milking them gently, sliding her taster back and forth along the
underside of his scrotum.

"Yeah! YEAH! Do it, girl! Lap Daddy's nuts! Awwww, f-fuck, that's GOOD!"
Farrell groaned hoarsely, jacking his cock.

Kicking his legs, he managed to pull his feet out of his boots and pants.
His fingers still twisted in Glenda's russet-hued tresses, Rupert swung his
beefy legs over each of the arms of the chair.

This action pulled his hairy, beefy rump into view. Glenda was still
licking and suckling his huge balls, mewling softly, the coarse hairs of
his crotch tickling her nose.

"Get down and suck your father's asshole, girl!" Rupert Farrell roared in
ringing tones. "Rim that butt-hole clean!"

He grunted with animalistic delight as Glenda gladly buried her pretty
face between the furry, muscled slabs of her father's buttocks.

The pungent heat of Police Chief Farrell's ass seared Glenda's senses. She
moaned, poking out her tongue, sliding it up and down his deep, greasy ass
crack.

Greedily, she ferreted out the taut, puckered bud of his anus. She lapped
it slavishly, feeling it quiver in delight. She plunged her tongue right up
her father's ass, and Rupert bellowed his approval.

"AWWWWWW!! Y-YEEEAH! Eat out my ass, slut! Get that tongue way up there!
AAAAAAH!" he moaned thickly, pumping his hefty schlong in a frenzy of
bestial passion.

Suddenly, he pushed her away from him, panting hard as he sprang to his
feet. He kicked her in the side, knocking her over.

"Get up, slut! Get over to that bed! Pronto!" roared Rupert.

Glenda staggered to her feet, whimpering feebly as she rushed over to the
bed and flopped face down upon it, trembling with girlish anticipation.
Rupert strode up to her and roughly flipped her over on her back.

He held the key to the cuffs in one hand. He unlocked the cuffs swiftly 
and tossed them aside.

"Now!" he commanded harshly. "Lie on the bed with your arms and legs
spreadeagled! Do it, whore! Now!"

He slapped one of her bouncy tits hard as he spoke. Glenda squealed in
delighted pain and sprang into subservient action. She threw out her arms
and legs, panting nervously as she stared up at her hairy stud of a father.

Rupert took one of the new lengths of rope Glenda had given him and
grabbed Glenda's right ankle. Swiftly, he tied her foot to the bed post.
Moving rapidly, the muscle bound Police Chief strapped his buxom teenaged
daughter's hands and feet to each of the bed posts, rendering her
absolutely immobile.

The bonds cut into her tender white flesh. The feeling filled her with
incredible delight, voluptuous delight which burned through her, making her
moan and cry out.

Grabbing up his musky BVDs, Rupert leaned forward and stuffed them into
Glenda's mouth. He quickly tied a length of rope around her head, knotting
it between her teeth to keep his make-shift gag in place.

Squatting between her legs, Rupert tugged and tore savagely at her frilly,
lace-covered corset. It was easy to remove, and in a few moments, he tossed
the discarded garment aside and stared down at his naked daughter with
blazing, lust-heated gray eyes.

Glenda still wore her stockings and high heels. Spread out like that, with
ropes around her limbs, with his undershorts stuffed in her mouth, tied
there with more rope, she looked incredibly hot!

Police Chief Farrell felt savage power and lust rip through him as he
stared at her. Yes, the hot fucking whore was at his mercy! He had her in
his total power! His own beautiful, stacked slut of a daughter...

"Yeah, bitch! Spread and bound for Daddy! You're gonna get yours now,
Glenda, baby!" Police Chief Farrell muttered thickly.

He picked up the big white vibrator and twisted the base. It purred into
action, reverberating against his calloused fingers.

He placed the tip of it against the hollow of Glenda's neck and slowly,
teasingly, moved it downward, sliding it over each of his daughter's
mountainous breasts. He rotated the pulsing knob over Glenda's fat, ripe
nipples, and the vibrations made Glenda squirm and gurgle with sluttish 
pleasure.

She moaned through the gag as she felt her father slowly draw the rubber
phallus down her stomach. Her hot twat quivered with anticipation as he
lightly brushed the throbbing object against the insides of her tender,
smooth-shaven thighs.

Ecstasy seared Glenda's lower body as Rupert started to run the vibrator
over the juicy petals of her labia. She arched her back convulsively,
shuddering and twitching, opening and closing her fingers spasmodically as
rapture tore in almost agonizing waves through her supple loins.

Police Chief Farrell twirled the tip of the throbbing rubber phallus over
her sensitized clitoris. Glenda really went wild were her Daddy did this.
Her loud screams were muffled by her father's sweaty underpants, and Glenda
tossed her mane of flame-red hair violently from side to side as ecstasy
scorched her twat.

"Yeah! You got a hot fuckin' pussy, don't ya, slut?" Rupert snarled. "Hot
and wet! Ready to be fucked! I'm gonna work that pussy good, Princess!
Daddy's gonna fuck you GOOD!"

Glenda sobbed brokenly as she felt him slowly insert the quivering
vibrator into her suctioning vagina. Ripples of unbelievable pleasure ran
through her loins as the thick rubber object stroked up inside her, sliding
deeper and deeper, stretching her wide.

Her honeyed pussy lips squirmed around the serrated end of the vibrator,
and she could feel all ten and a half inches of it purring inside her,
making the squirming, satiny walls of her inner pussy explode with
pleasure.

"Yeah, bitch! Take it!" Police Chief Farrell muttered hoarsely.

He began to pump the artificial pecker in and out of his daughter's wet
pink cunny, watching with glittering gray eyes as the thick rubber vibrator
spread the rosy petals of Glenda's labia and disappeared inside her again
and again.

Glenda's cunt juices trickled copiously, saturating the vibrator, making
it gleam. Moist suctioning sounds came from the point where her swollen
twat milked around the thick, thrusting object.

Glenda began bucking with her hips, moaning feverishly as she was drenched
in hedonistic ecstasy. The strong ropes dug into the flesh of her wrists
and ankles, adding to the illicit sensations which flooded her.

"I think you need something bigger up there, slut!" Rupert Farrell
announced huskily as he pulled the vibrator out of her with a moist popping
sound.

He switched it off, tossing the white dildo onto a chair. He was panting
hard. His hairy chest heaved, and his muscles flexed masterfully.

His rigid erection thrust potently into the air, throbbing with desire,
leaking a glistening bead of pre-come. He scrambled down between Glenda's
forcibly spread legs, planting one hand on the sheets beside her waist and
gripping hold of his dong with the other.

He slapped Glenda's warm, wet cunny with his prick a few times, lewdly
rubbing the fat, gooey knob over her buttery pussy lips and sleek inner
thighs. He edged his penis forward, lodging its crown in the squirming
opening of Glenda's hot vulva.

The buttery heat of his daughter's velvet-soft cunny around his dick-head
made the rugged cop groan aloud with bestial excitement. Hot blood pounded
in his temples as savage lust scorched his senses.

"Feel it, baby! Feel Daddy's big, hard cock slidin' up your hot CUNT!"
Police Chief Farrell rasped huskily.

He snapped his hips forward, driving several inches of his wrist-thick
dong up Glenda's silken fuck-furrow. Glenda's body jerked and she uttered a
choked shriek of ecstasy, digging her teeth into his BVDs.

Rupert moaned as he felt the molten suction of her tight twat around his
member. He rocked his hips, stirring his cock in her heavenly love-pouch.
Then he began to fuck hard.

He pumped all eleven inches of his massive truncheon up her squirming
snatch. His thick pubic hairs rubbed against Glenda's buttery cunt lips.
Rupert slowly churned his hips from side to side, making his pecker expand
and pulsate proudly against the tender, clinging walls of her oven-hot
vagina.

"Hot fuckin' PUSSY!" Rupert grunted through clenched teeth.

He plunged in and out of her, his hairy ass humping up and down. His beefy
belly smacked against Glenda's tummy rhythmically, and hoarse groans
rumbled in the Police Chief's throat as he stroked in and out of his
red-haired daughter's sweet cunny.

"Like that, slut? Yeah! You like having your tight cunt rammed full of
big, thick horse-meat! Uh huh! Feel me fuckin' you, slut! Yeah! YEAH!"
Rupert panted thickly as he pounded into her, making the bed springs creak
and moan in protest. "Teach you a lesson, bitch! Teach you to respect your
father and the law! Gonna make you my hot fuckin' sex-slave, cunt! Oh,
Y-YEAH! Take it, girl! TAKE IT!"

He was really socking it to her now, heaving back so that all but the head
of his bull-meat squelched free from the molten glove of her cunt, then
thrusting forward roughly, lodging his dong to the hilt inside her. He was
nearly knocking the breath from his daughter's lungs each time he fucked
into her.

Glenda gurgled and writhed, searing jolts of ecstasy strobing through her
bucking, trussed up body. Her juicy snatch sucked greedily around the huge
tool which pumped it full again and again. The savage friction of that
heavy dick-pole against the tender walls of her vagina sent her hurtling
into depths of molten ecstasy.

She was coming! Gloriously, violently... The white hot reverberations of
liquid heat fanned through her gushing cunny and spread like a flash fire
to all corners of her body, searing her nerve endings, making spots and
colors dance and quiver behind her tear-dazzled eyes.

"Awwww, m-man! UNNNGH!" Police Chief Farrell roared hoarsely as he felt
his girl's juicy snatch go wild around his pounding sex-tool. "Y-Yeah! GET
READY, BITCH! GET READY FOR DADDY'S HOT THICK LOAD! AAAAAAAAH!"

He threw back his head and roared in bestial rapture, ramming his
bull-meat to the alls in her sopping cunt, his muscles flexing and
quivering as he held himself deep inside her. Big, hot jets of man-scum
blasted from his nuts, ricocheting up his fuck tubes, spraying in steamy
gushes deep in Glenda's hot hole.

The virile spurting of his sperm inside of her intensified the continuous
explosions of her multiple orgasms, and she gurgled and shrieked through
her gag, tossing her russet-hued tresses wildly from side to side. Her
achingly sensitive cunny hungrily sucked around her father's big, spitting
tool.

"Got my rocks off good, bitch! Yeah!" Rupert Farrell muttered hoarsely,
pulling his rugged prick out of Glenda's sloppy twat. "Fucked my whore of a
daughter real, real good... You got a hot cunt, babe. Hot cunt and a dirty
mind. Gotta learn humility, you spoiled brat. Gotta learn to grovel!"

As he spoke, Police Chief Farrell rubbed his fingers all over Glenda's 
juicy, dripping cunt, pinching and pulling at the bloated folds of her
labia, pumping his fingers into her gaping, sucking fuckhole. He fondled
her stupendous knockers with his free hand.

He turned his attention to those gorgeous globes of cream-white flesh,
clamping his big paws around them and kneading them hard. His eyes blazed
with excitement as he ogled Glenda's ripe, silver dollar sized nubbins.

Growling, Rupert stooped down and clamped his drooling mouth around
Glenda's right tit, cramming her nipple and as much of the surrounding
white tissue between his teeth as he could. He slurped on her titty
greedily, slobbering all over it as he ran his long, hungry taster round
and round the pebbly halo of her aureole.

He clamped his strong teeth around Glenda's fat, throbbing nipple, biting
into it, dragging it away from her boob and worrying it the way a dog
worries a bone. Glenda shrieked in mingled pain and pleasure, arching her
back and shuddering.

Rupert released her agonized nubbin and swooped down on its twin. He
worked over his daughter's hot tits to his heart's content, polishing them
with spit, leaving deep red tooth marks in the ivory white flesh.

Glenda's nubbins were soon as red as cherries and sprouted outward almost
an inch, blazing rivets of bitch heat. Police Chief Farrell made sure to
pinch and twist the nipple he wasn't sucking and chewing on.

Finally, he straightened up and climbed off the bed. Glenda flopped back,
moaning hoarsely, erotic heat blazing through her swollen knockers.

She felt her father untying the bonds around her ankles. He gripped her
stockinged gams and roughly pushed them forward, nearly doubling his
daughter in two. Taking the ropes, he quickly lashed her ankles to the same
bed posts her wrists were tied to. This twisted up Glenda's body like a
pretzel, and she felt cramped and utterly helpless.

Her big, creamy buns were fully exposed now, and her hot, dripping snatch
yawned open like a wet pink clam. Breathing hard, Rupert Farrell regarded
his daughter, sadistic excitement mounting in his loins.

Damn, it turned him on to have the buxom girl tied up like that in his
bed, spread and helpless, twisted into that grotesque position! Lust
spasmed through his virile balls.

He hadn't lost his hardon, even though he'd just ejaculated a huge load up
Glenda's twat. In fact, he felt as if he could go on all night, dominating 
and abusing his sex-starved whore of a daughter, subjecting her to his
macho power.

Police Chief Farrell reached over and grabbed hold of his black night
stick. It was big and shiny with a leather strap. He slapped it against his
palm a few times, eyeing Glenda's buns hungrily.

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...

CHAPTER SIX

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 & 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...

Thus it was that one fine, clear September evening, Glenda was whisked out
of New York City in a silver-gray limousine which sped into the countryside
of Connecticut towards the Medieval castle the Baron von Brinkle had had
constructed years before.

Glenda was highly excited about the evening. She had received a special,
ornate invitation, embossed in flowery gold letters.

It read: Slave Girl Glenda Farrell Is Commanded To Appear At The Von
Brinkle Castle On Monday, September 23rd. It was signed with the Baron's
flourishing signature.

She was dressed sexily for the occasion. She wore a red tube top -- a thin
tube of satin which did little other than cup the full, rounded orbs of her
knockers. She also wore a white pleated mini-skirt, and her midriff was
bared.

Her long, luscious gams were encased in flesh colored stockings, and she
wore white shoes with six inch heels. Her flame red mane of hair foamed
over her bared, smooth shoulders, framing the delicate oval of her gorgeous
face. In short, Glenda Farrell looked fabulous.

The von Brinkle castle loomed like the set from an MGM historical film. It
was a gray structure, with a real draw-bridge leading beyond the ten foot
walls.

Her chauffeur was a sinister looking individual, and it was he who
escorted her to the door of the castle. He was a huge, Neanderthalic person
with a beefy, rugged face and small fishy green eyes and a toothy leer.

The door to the castle creaked open and a bizarrely clad, spectacularly
beautiful maid stepped aside, ushering Glenda inside. The maid wore an
apron and a white maid's cap, net stockings and black high heels, and
nothing else. She had huge, swaying knockers, and gold rings went through
her fat, pierced nipples.

"Right this way, Miss Farrell," the maid said crisply presenting her naked
fanny as she led the way down a long hall lit by flaming torches.

They passed an opened doorway, and Glenda peered inside briefly. A mulatto
wench was hanging by her hands from the wall, her wrists clamped together
with iron manacles. A burly muscle-bound stud wearing a leather mask was
whipping the naked wench with a cat-of-nine-tails, leaving long red welts
across her back and buttocks, and eliciting piercing cries from the black
girl's full, grimacing lips.

The maid showed Glenda through a door, and before she shut it, said
sweetly, "Please wait here, Miss Farrell. And please bathe in the pool
while you wait."

Glenda raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking around the room in wonder
as the door clicked shut behind her. It was a cavernous room with coarse
brick walls. There was a splendid swimming pool in the center of the
gigantic room. The pool was shaped like a cock and balls, and the floor of
the pool was inlaid with lewd mosaics of women being tortured and raped by
men.

"Quaint," Glenda muttered ironically as she disrobed.

There was a table with a goblet full of shimmering, ruby-hued liquid.
Glenda picked it up and sipped the mysterious elixir. It tasted
delightfully sweet, with a faint, slightly acrid aftertaste. She found
herself greedily gulping it down.

And as she stepped into the luke warm waters of the shallow pool, Glenda
felt a delicious, dizzying heat start to swim through her veins, making her
vision glow and her head shimmer. What the heck was in that drink, anyway?

As she swam through the clear waters, Glenda felt the sensations
intensifying. She felt as if she were floating, embryonically, in a cosmic
sea of sensual experience.

Her nipples hardened. Her twat contracted. Carnal desire knotted in her
loins, and she mewled softly, loving the erotic feel of warm water on her
naked flesh.

Dreamily, she waded out of the pool. The huge domed room was lit by a
half-ring of torches which adorned one granite wall, casting a rosy,
flickering light that made everything look lurid and bright.

She turned to look at the other wall, and a tremulous surge of illicit
excitement welled up within her. The wall was dark and ugly and corrugated.
It was covered with heavy iron manacles and chains and bizarre wood and
steel and rubber and leather contraptions which looked as if they served a
sinister purpose.

The door crashed open and Glenda whirled around. A quite bizarre
procession entered the room. At its head was none other than Baron von
Brinkle himself. He was instantly recognizable, though he wore a black eye
mask.

Baron von Brinkle was a huge individual. Six foot five, two hundred and
eighty pounds of meaty muscle, in fact. His bullet-shaped head was bald as
an egg. He had thick, bushy eyebrows and hot brown eyes.

A moustache and a full beard adorned his lower face, and his mouth was
wide and sensual with glittering pearl white teeth. His thick, bull-like
neck connected with a pair of incredibly broad shoulders.

His arms were long and powerful, with bulging biceps and ropy bands of
quivering sinew. Lats stood away from his chest magnificently, giving his
torso the shape of a threatening cobra.

His pecs were beefy hills, covered densely with black, wiry hairs. His
furry stomach was washboard rippling, and his thighs were tremendous.

Now, Baron wore a long scarlet cape, fastened at the throat by a gold
scarab. He wore thick leather boots which came up to his knees. A novel
belt, five inches thick, made of hand-tooled leather, surrounded his narrow
waist.

This belt had wide pockets, and various things were stuffed into each of
these -- sundry items, such as whips, dildos, and the like.

He wore black leather gloves, too. But besides this odd ensemble, the big,
muscle-bound guy was naked as the day he was born.

His equine member swung massively over a positively huge set of
low-hanging testicles. Yes, Baron Wilhelm von Brinkle was hung like the
proverbial stallion!

The Baron was followed by three other persons. First was Ian, the hulking
chauffeur. He was buck naked and outrageously well-endowed. His eyes were
wild and he looked like a slavering beast without much intellect.

Then, there was the maid, whose name was Maude. Maude still wore that fun
little apron and maid's cap and high heels, and her big pointy boobs stood
out like torpedoes with red noses.

Finally, there was the enormous, muscle-bound brute with the black leather
mask who had been beating the poor chained black woman ten minutes earlier.

Wilhelm clapped his hands thunderously, his eyes flashing majestically
behind the slits of his black velvet mask. Immediately, Maude stepped
forward, her sharp heels clicking on the cold stone floor.

She spoke in a loud, ringing voice, her almond-shaped blue-green eyes
searing into Glenda like lasers. Glenda felt as if she were riveted to the
spot hypnotically.

"You filthy, lowly wench, you have come here to see if you deserve to
become part of the Baron's harem," Maude said. "Do you accept the
challenge, or do you want to go creeping back into your hole like the
cringing worm you are? Speak! And be respectful!"

"Yes, I accept the challenge," Glenda said, and her heart thrilled with
wanton excitement.

Baron von Brinkle clapped his hands together again sharply, and his rich
baritone boomed and echoed through the room.

"Prepare the slut for the ritual!" he roared, his eyes flashing.

Things seemed to grow cloudy and ethereal for Glenda. She was aware of a
warm buzzing, of shimmering colors and shapes, of rough hands touching her,
pulling her, moving her. And she felt like an innocent babe, her destiny
wholly controlled by others, floating in that innocence with sensual grace.

When the clouds lifted, she was crouching on a cold stone bench. Her body 
leaned forward, and her head passed through a hole in a pair of boards
which were clamped and locked together. It was an old-fashioned stocks, and
it thoroughly incapacitated the buxom red-head.

Glenda's arms were twisted behind her back. Tight ropes were twisted and
tied around her wrists and hands so she could hardly move them at all.

Her legs straddled the cold stone bench, and her ankles were clamped with
iron manacles connected to the floor. Her boobs ached, and she slowly
realized that tight ropes were trussed around the swollen gourds of her
knockers, twisting into them cruelly.

Maude swayed up in front of her, smiling lasciviously. The buxom maid now
had tit clamps screwed onto each of her fat, elongated nipples, digging
into them cruelly. The pain made her eyes bright and a little crazy.

The maid slowly undid her apron and it fluttered to the ground. The hot,
moist hill of her muff glittered in the torch light, two feet from Glenda's
flushed face.

A thick mane of silky black hair fringed Maude's hot twat. The pulpy lips
of her labia were rose pink and dewy. Glenda could see the erect clove of
the girl's clitoris, pulsing with lewd, feminine excitement.

Maude squatted down in front of Glenda. Cupping her huge, milky hoobs, the
maid teasingly waved them in Glenda's face.

"Lick her nipples, you dirty slut!" the Baron von Brinkle's deep, booming
voice echoed through the room and white hot pain lashed through Glenda's
buttocks Glenda shrieked in shock, her hazel eyes bulging. Behind her, the
muscular bald man stood with his legs planted wide apart.

He held a long black snake whip, the braided lash still sizzling from the
first cut across Glenda's smarting ass. Wilhelm's huge pecker was rapidly
filling out, rearing up like an elephant's trunk as sadistic lust spilled
through the dark honeycomb of his senses.

His bull-meat surged angrily at a forty-five degree angle in the air as he
grunted and swung his arm once more, cracking the cruel lash across
Glenda's buns once more. This action crisscrossed the first red mark with a
second, and elicited a musical scream from the agonized red-head.

Glenda was licking frantically, rolling her pink taster over each of
Maude's ripe, pierced nipples, polishing the gold rings, tasting the silky
perfume of the other girl's titties.

Maude cooed in bitch pleasure, pushing each ripe nubbin between Glenda's
puckered, suckling lips. Then, Maude rose up, framing the bushy "V" of her
cunt with her fingers, spreading apart the fleshy lips of her labia.

"Now! Tongue her twat, girl! Tongue her juicy twat GOOD!" the Baron von
Brinkle bellowed, slicing the whip across Glenda's tortured rear end once
more.

Glenda shrieked in agony and ecstasy, her pussy gushing with masochistic
delight. She hysterically buried her face between Maude's musky thighs.

The hot, slick flesh of the other woman's juicy cunt mashed and rubbed all
over Glenda's face, giving off incredible heat. Glenda forked her drooling
taster up inside the silky pocket of Maude's sex, frigging it in and out,
savoring Maude's love lotion.

Maude uttered deep-throated groans of pleasure, rotating her hips,
fingering her swollen, pierced nipples as she bumped her box energetically
against Glenda's face.

"Ooooooh, yeeees, suck my pussy! Suck my ripe, juicy PUSSY! AAAAAAAH!"
Maude moaned hoarsely, tossing her head wildly from side to side.

Panting thickly, Baron von Brinkle tossed aside the sizzling whip. His
huge, muscular body was soaked with sweat. His over-sized whanger thrashed
the air with bestial fury.

Clapping his hands thunderously, the bearded brute exclaimed boldly, "Ian!
Do your duty!"

The ugly, animalistic chauffeur lumbered forward, leering lasciviously.
His cock was just as long and thick as his master's, lurching aggressively
from a thick thatch of reddish brown hairs.

Ian came up behind Maude. He was holding a long, tapering birch rod.
Gripping it in one beefy paw, the simian chauffeur grunted hungrily as he
started to swing it with brute force, slicing the birch rod again and again
across Maude's rounded, milk-white bum.

Maude's piercing, quavering screams echoed through the cavernous room like
demented music. But her agonized screams were screams of pure masochistic
pleasure.

She did not try to pull away from the brute's lashing rod. Rather, she
arched her back and wiggled her blazing buns, almost begging for the savage
lashing she was receiving.

Her hot, juicy cunt spasmed violently around Glenda's lips and probing
tongue, gushing with unctuous libations. The lust-maddened maid was
gnashing her teeth and rolling her eyes. She was twisting convulsively at
the gold rings which pierced her aching nipples. She was in seventh heaven.
Or rather, seventh hell, if there is such a place...

Baron von Brinkle strode up behind Glenda, perusing her red-striped
buttocks with glittering black eyes. His bull-meat twitched sadistically as
he clapped both of his huge, ham-like hands across her stinging buns.

He rubbed his mighty dong against her warm, quivering ass crack. Gripping
his horse-tool by the root, Wilhelm directed it up between Glenda's legs,
lifting her off the cold stone bench with his hands clenching into her
blazing buttocks.

Glenda gave a muffled sob into Maude's spasming, streaming snatch. Glenda
could feel the fat, fist-like knob of von Brinkle's meaty member prodding
her anus.

She felt his strong hands tighten their grip around her middle. Baron von
Brinkle growled savagely, tensing his mighty muscles and gritting his
teeth.

His pelvis whipped forward as his fingers dug into waist cruelly. Glenda's
wet pink cunny popped wide open as his wrist-thick tube steak pumped right
up inside.

Glenda's eyes snapped open and she gave a muffled scream, sticking her
tongue all the way up Maude's juicy, suctioning pussy. She nearly passed
out as she felt Wilhelm's hairy, muscled thighs clap vigorously against her
aching buns.

Her swollen, quaking cunny lips sucked warmly around the bulging root of
Wilhelm's manhood. The Baron groaned huskily, swiveling his hips, churning
his tube steak around in the hot, moist pocket of Glenda's twat.

Snarling savagely, the rich sadist began to fuck Glenda hard. His
hard-muscled buttocks pounded vigorously back and forth as he stuffed his
gigantic dong in Glenda's love-glove time and time again.

His hefty gonads swung pendulously back and forth, colliding with Glenda's
tummy each time Wilhelm fucked up to the root inside her. And with each
lusty thrust, the beefy Baron clapped his hands down smartly across the
girl's buttocks, wrenching and twisting at the plump, resilient flesh
there, making it burn an angry red.

"Yeah, whore! Yeah! Feel your master's big fat dick fuckin' you good! Lap
that twat, slut! Lap it up while I ram my meat up your juicy cunt good and
HARD!" bellowed Wilhelm hoarsely.

Maude's shrieks were growing louder and shriller, and she was nearly
smothering Glenda in the pulpy folds of her spasming cunt. Maude's fingers
twisted and wrenched in tangling tresses of Glenda's hair, bringing tears
to the bound beauty's eyes.

Glenda rolled her long, silk-soft licker up and down the greasy petals of
Maude's oscillating snatch. She ferreted out the bloated bead of the buxom
maid's clitoris.

As Glenda started to strum Maude's love bud, twirling her taster tip
skillfully round and round its greasy tip, Maude went absolutely wild. She
arched her back, screaming till she was hoarse, nearly wrenching off her
nipples in the savage fury of her passion.

Her body bucked and convulsed each time Ian laid into her with the
sizzling birch rod.

"AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!" screamed Maude. "I... I AM C-CUUUUUUMING!"

And she was, too! Her hot, twitching cunny overflowed with honeyed
feminine secretions which fountained into Glenda's gulping, slurping mouth,
saturating her probing tongue, trickling down the red-head's flushed
cheeks.

Deep within her, Glenda felt something building to searing intensity
inside of her. The Baron's enormous hardon was slicing into her with savage
force, pummeling her wide-stretched vagina like a punching bag turned
inside out.

"Awwww yeah! AWWWW YEEEAH! Gonna lose my load up this whore-bitch novice!
GONNA SHOOT MY BIG FUCKIN' LOAD! AAAAAAARRRRGH!!" shouted Wilhelm von
Brinkle triumphantly, swinging his bald head from side to side as he
pounded into Glenda with pile driver strokes.

He shuddered, his muscles flexing massively as he rammed his tool up
Glenda's cunt one last time, squeezing and wrenching at her throbbing ass
cheeks as he started to ejaculate. Glenda felt hot, thick bullets of
man-sperm blast from his jerking prick again and again.

The thick spurting seed triggered her own mind-drenching orgasm. She
screamed shrilly, bucking and writhing, her neck twisting painfully against
the wooden boards which confined it, her fingers opening and closing behind
her back as the ropes dug cruelly into her wrists.

She sank into a dizzy, druggy stupor, and again everything was a dim haze,
full of whispers and tremulous sensations. She kept going in and out of
this dreamy state of semi-hallucination.

At one point, she found herself sucking Ian's huge cock. It was punching
down her gurgling, gasping throat, and his huge, hairy balls whacked
roughly against her chin again and again.

As his roar pierced her ears and his hot, thick sperm sprayed all over her
face and into her gasping open mouth, Glenda slowly sank back into the
abyss of oblivion...

The next thing she was aware of was Maude positioned behind her. The buxom
maid had a huge black dildo strapped around her waist. Maude pushed the
greased-up knob of the rubber phallus between Glenda's lacerated buttocks
and prodded her bunghole.

A brief surge of searing pain shot through Glenda's bowels as Maude pumped
the dildo to the root in the red-head's tormented ass. Then, as Maude began
to buck back and forth, sliding the rubber dong rapidly in and out of
Glenda's spasming guts, dark, warm ripples of primitive pleasure spilled
through Glenda's body, making her moan feebly with bitch delight.

"Yeah! Ram that rubber dick up the slut's ass! Fuck her ass GOOD, Maude!"
bellowed the Baron, and there was the crack of a whip, followed by Maude's
blood-curdling screams.

Glenda felt orgasms flowering through her intensely, again and again,
searing her senses, and as Maude staggered back, the dildo popping out of
Glenda's guts, the drugged red-head sank back into her dreamy state of
semi-consciousness.

She felt herself being pulled about and manhandled and dragged around.
Then everything seemed wildly distorted and topsy turvy, and there was a
cold, chafing pain around her ankles and her blood flushed to her face.

She opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly. Everything was upside down!
The Baron, his bull meat throbbing massively two feet from her face, was
upside down. So was Maude, who stood beside him, moaning as she jabbed a
vibrator in and out of her cunny. And so was Ian who was grinning like an
idiot as he stared at Glenda and pulled his schlong.

Glenda was chained to the wall, upside down. Heavy metal manacles 
surrounded her ankles, splaying her legs wide apart. Ropes lashed her feet
to the manacles even more securely.

"Suck this, wench!" the Baron growled.

He stepped up to her, falling to his knees and slapping his over-sized
sex-tool back and forth across Glenda's face.

Glenda gurgled. And then she opened her mouth...

CHAPTER SEVEN

Taking hold of his king-sized dong, the Baron von Brinkle whipped it
against the upside down wench's flushed cheeks. He rubbed the greasy knob
all over her gasping face.

Then, he shoved it in her mouth. His thick thighs clamped around the sides
of Glenda's face, and he was kneeling on some of her hair, twisting it
painfully.

He began to lewdly hump his hips back and forth, muttering hoarse
obscenities as he pumped his vein-latticed pecker in and out of Glenda's
circled, suckling lips. She wrapped and wriggled her silky tongue around
his member, humming wantonly as it burrowed into her hot throat.

Somehow, she found she could take it with no discomfort. It seemed to
belong there, sliding into her quivering gullet, filling up her mouth. The
acrid taste of his heated phallus made her salivate with desire.

Wilhelm grunted thickly, slapping at her drooping, jiggling knockers,
grabbing up big fistfuls of her fleshy tits and crushing and twisting at
them. He kept snapping his thumbs and forefingers around her swollen
nipples, jerking them roughly away from her body, snarling thickly as he
fucked Glenda's upside down face, his balls smacking against her forehead.

Leaning forward, he perused her puffy bruised pink twat. It was moist with
girl-juice and semen and the lips quivered spasmodically as druggy desire
flooded the bound beauty's body.

Wilhelm crushed his slavering mouth between her splayed legs, growling
greedily as he slurped and sucked on her satiny mons. His strong teeth
grazed the tender flesh, making it burn exquisitely.

His hot, athletic tongue whipped over the sensitized folds of her labia,
teasing her clit, darting rapidly in and out of her suctioning cunt hole.

Concentrating on her rigid love bud, Wilhelm flicked his taster fast as a
hummingbird's wing across it. At the same time, he rammed two thick fingers
deep in her sopping cunt and began to fuck them roughly in and out,
twisting them around and stretching them inside her, testing the elasticity
of Glenda's snatch.

Body-ripping ecstasy exploded through Glenda's loins as he did this. She
writhed and bucked, orgasming violently again and again, her hot cunt honey
lubricating his ramming fingers and soaking his probing tongue. She
screamed around his pumping cock, and the reverberations of her gurgling
cries drove the big, bald brute over the edge.

He threw back his head, roaring lustily, sliding his thickening dong to
the root in her mouth and throat. His pecker stiffened, bloated and jerked
again and again like a repeating rifle.

Scalding jets of man-scum pumped right down Glenda's gurgling gullet,
fountaining into her again and again, nearly drowning her, for she could
not swallow in that topsy turvy, upside down position.

Uttering a hoarse groan, the muscle-bound Baron sank back on his knees,
his diminishing cock squelching out of Glenda's choking mouth. Rivulets of
sperm gushed from the corners of the bound red-head's lips, puddling on the
floor.

And once more, Glenda sank into that murky, glistening dream-state where
everything was liquid and only half-real...

***

Glenda woke to find herself in a soft bed with a big, warm man beside her,
caressing her swollen, trussed up knockers and muttering softly in a deep,
husky voice. She was in a small, dimly lit bedroom, in an ornate, canopied
bed.

Wilhelm von Brinkle lay next to her. The beefy bald ex-wrestler was stark
naked now, except for black leather gloves. He rubbed Glenda's aching
titties against his brawny, hairy chest and crushed his mouth against hers,
kissing Glenda hard.

Glenda tried to move her limbs, but couldn't. She slowly realized that her
hands and feet were pulled together behind her back, and all four were
trussed together with thick, tight lengths of hemp rope. The stacked
red-head from Potter's Bluff was trussed up like a pig ready for slaughter.

"Yeah, baby," Wilhelm whispered. "You wanna be the Baron's fuck-bitch bad,
don't ya? You wanna worship your big brawny master like the slave-whore you
are, huh?"

He kneaded her doughy tits so that the pliant white flesh oozed between
his leather-clad fingers. He covered her sulky lips with his hard mouth,
and his beard and moustache tickled her face as Wilhelm shoved his drooling
tongue deep in her mouth and swapped spit.

He clapped one hand up between her thighs, dragging his fingers across the
puffy folds of her cunny, making them burn with pain and erotic rapture. He
jabbed his middle finger rapidly in and out of her wet twat as he stared
into her dazed hazel eyes.

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.

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.

Glenda moaned softly. Slowly, Wilhelm worked a third thick digit inside
her. Then, he pushed in his little finger, two.

He now had all his fingers up Glenda's cunt to the second knuckle. A
growing intensity of sensation was building between her legs as Glenda felt
her elastic cunny stretching slowly beyond the point it of knowledge.

She was yawning open farther than she'd ever been opened before as slowly,
masterfully, Baron von Brinkle flexed his biceps and began to worm his
black gloved hand inside her hot, puffy vagina.

"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!" Glenda screamed, her eyes bugging, her back arching.

She didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure. But the feelings which
tore and blazed through her outrageously gaping twat were so powerful, they
were excruciating.

Blinding explosions of white heat flared behind her eyes as suddenly,
Wilhelm's huge gloved paw popped inside the silken furrow of her distended
fuck-hole.

Her slippery cuntal lips were clutching convulsively at his thick wrist.
Glenda shuddered and flopped back on the bed, moaning hoarsely, whipping
her head from side to side.

She opened and closed her fingers spasmodically, little shudders rustling
up and down her tied up body as she slowly, incredibly, adjusted to having
a man's hand inside her tight, juicy cunt.

Then Wilhelm began to move it, twisting his wrist from side to side,
rubbing his fingers along the inner walls of her velvety vagina. Glenda
screamed again, bucking wildly.

But it was with pleasure now, impossible pleasure, pleasure that made her
rational mind snap as she entered a new dimension of primal carnal
sensation. She rolled on this new, savage sea, gurgling and shrieking like
a mad thing.

"Yeah! Feel your master's iron fist up your hole, cunt! Feel him and
worship! Feel him and orgasm! Feel him and give up your soul to me! You ARE
me now, bitch! You are mine! You are my toy, my play-thing, my pawn!" von
Brinkle whispered heatedly.

He had won. She had found the ultimate degradation, the dark, lurid place
she had longed for ever since Glenda had become immersed in her desire for
rope and subjugation...

CHAPTER EIGHT

Taking a wrong turn was the first in a series of misfortunes which befell
Sean and Ruth Hathaway that foggy February evening in Connecticut. Sean had
turned the cream-colored Volkswagon Rabbit off the Interstate, but
unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong exit.

Now, the newlyweds found themselves driving slowly down a dirt road in the
middle of nowhere. Dark trees lined the road on both sides, and there
didn't seem to be any signs of civilization. It was uncanny, almost like a
scene out of a Twilight Zone episode, as Sean noted ironically at one
point.

"Don't say that, Sean!" Ruth exclaimed with a nervous laugh. "I'm a little
frightened!"

"Don't you worry, sugar-pie," Sean said grandly, flashing her a
white-toothed grin. "I'll take good care of my little bride!"

Ruth beamed at her new husband, and felt a proud thrill swell in her
capacious bosom. She glanced tenderly at the handsome young man who sat
beside her, and felt almost overwhelmed with elation as she thought of the
life they would spend together as man and wife.

They were teenaged sweethearts, wholesome youngsters from Hartford who met
at a private Catholic school and fell in love in their junior year. They
had planned the wedding for the day after graduation, and their parents had
reluctantly agreed to the match.

Now they were on their own! They were driving to Tuckerville to stay
overnight in a motel there before heading for Niagara Falls in the morning.

But somehow, Sean, who didn't know that part of the state very well and
whose sense of direction was hampered grievously by the ill weather, got
lost, and now, they cruised along slowly on that deserted dirt road.

They were certainly an extremely attractive couple. Sean was a
good-looking blond jock, boyishly handsome with a shock of straw-colored
hair and twinkling blue eyes. He had the sleek, well-toned body of a young
athlete.

Ruth was a gorgeous minx with curly brown hair bobbed at the shoulders and
falling in cute bangs across her forehead. She had big, innocent green
eyes, a tiny button of a nose and a sweet, full-lipped smile.

Her full, jutting breasts made perfect spheres in the soft pink cashmere
sweater she now wore, having changed out of her bridal gown after the
reception at her parents' house.

"Look! Up ahead! It's... It's a CASTLE!" exclaimed Ruth, pointing.

"Nonsense, Ruth!" scoffed Sean. "A castle in Connecticut?"

But his voice trailed away as up ahead, sure enough, loomed a bona fide
facsimile of a castle, lit up by glaring red lights against the dull black
sky.

"Well! We'd better get out and ask for directions!" Sean said, parking the
car.

He jumped out and Ruth followed him, not wanting to be left alone in the
car. Ruth felt strangely uneasy. She wished they would just drive away from
that weird place...

Sean rang the bell and after a moment, the huge oak door creaked inward. A
pretty brunette dressed in a formal maid's outfit looked out at them with a
friendly smile.

"Hi there!" Sean grinned. "We're lost! I hate to bother you, but may I use
your phone?"

"Come this way, please. I'll show you into the study," the maid said in a
musical voice, and led them through a grand foyer down a darkly lit, rather
sinister hail.

Ruth noticed that the maid's skirt was shockingly short and that she wore
sexy black lace stockings and shoes with six inch stiletto heels. This
place was certainly odd!

Ruth and Sean stepped into a small room with a fire blazing in the
fire-place and a couple of easy chairs. There wasn't a phone anywhere
around.

Sean shrugged and said, "She's probably gone to tell the owner of this
place about us."

"But why?" Ruth said uncertainly. "Sean, I think we should get out of
here!"

"Don't be a ninny! It's perfectly all right! I'll call up the hotel and
tell them to hold onto our reservations and then I'll ask the maid or the
owner or whatever to tell us the proper directions to get there!"

As Sean was explaining this patiently to his frightened bride, the door to
the room sprang open with a loud crash. Ruth Hathaway shrieked, leaping in
the air, her face contorting with shock and mounting horror.

Sean swung around with a cry, saying hoarsely, "What the HECK?"

A bizarre figure swept into the room. So bizarre, in fact, that the
Hathaways were momentarily paralyzed with shock as they ogled this
creature.

It was a zaftig, incredibly well-proportioned female. Tall and majestic,
she was exquisitely beautiful, with almond-shaped hazel eyes, a retrousse
nose and full, scarlet-painted lips, twisted now in an evil smile.

She was bare-chested, and the huge, swelling mounds of her breasts jutted
forward proudly, quivering when she moved. The sand dollar sized nipples
were painted red, and they had been pierced. Big gold rings swung from each
inch long nipple.

She wore black leather gloves which came right up to her shoulders,
totally encasing her long, slender arms. She also wore black leather boots
which came up to above the knee. These boots had pointy toes and sharp, six
inch heels, and laced up the front.

Beyond the gloves and the boots, the woman was stark naked. Her pussy was
a moist, pinkish mound of puffy, triangular flesh. Her thighs were shaved
smooth.

Not only her thighs, either. The woman's head was completely bald, smooth
as an egg...

Yes, it was Glenda Farrell. Glenda Farrell, minus her rich, lustrous
tresses of flame-red hair. Glenda Farrell, would be model, masochistic
convert, and now, zaftig dominatrix...

Coming up behind her were two formidable looking men. They were Ian and
Dirk, though of course the Hathaways were ignorant of this. Ian was
bare-chested, his burly, hairy chest heaving as he panted and leered at the
cornered newlyweds. His cock bulged obscenely in his loose, dirty brown
trousers. He clenched rope in one hand and an ugly looking revolver in the
other.

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.

"A VIRGIN!?" 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.

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 nave, 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...


THE END
