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…