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 amp; 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…