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.
"Avirgin!?" Wilhelm thundered in disbelief. "Did you hear that, Dirk? A bona fide VIRGIN! Damn! I ain't popped a fresh cherry in the longest time! Lower her down, Dirk!"
Dirk released a rope and Ruth tumbled heavily to the ground, flopping forward with a choked cry, her trussed up hands falling behind her back. Wilhelm stepped up in front of her, and Dirk stepped up beside him.
Wilhelm von Brinkle stooped and grabbed the leash which was attached to a leather collar around Ruth's slender neck. He jerked on it, forcing the girl to lift her pretty, tear-stained face.
"Lick our big fuckin' dicks, bitch! Lick and suck 'em all over! And you better do a good job, or I'm going to really let you have it with this whip. That was just a taste of the pain you'll suffer if you don't obey me to the letter, Ruth, baby."
Ruth's head was swimming. She felt on the verge of hysteria. Hazily, she felt herself starting to succumb to a strange, primal heat. As she mouthed and kissed and licked the fat, spongy cock-heads which were slapped and rubbed against her face, desire rippled unwittingly between her legs.
Jerking on the leash harshly, von Brinkle forced the tied up bride to orally service his huge cock and Dirk's. The poor girl ran her taster all over their heavy fuck-poles and gobbled humbly at their greasy balls.
She choked and writhed wildly when Dirk forced his ramrod down her hot throat. Gripping her head in both hands, the masked muscle-man fucked the brunette's face good and hard. Ruth thought she was going to pass out for a moment, and everything seemed dim and hazy.
She was sucking now, sucking like a slut, and her nipples were hard. Her tongue was quivering beneath the heavy, iron-hard tube steak which pumped down her aching gullet.
Dirk roared lustily, pulling his bull-sized dong out of her gasping, choking mouth. He wrenched back her head savagely by the hair, beating his meat hard and fast, panting thickly.
A great shudder rippled his mighty frame as his spit-slickened cock pumped thick, hot gushes of sperm from his balls. The pungent semen sprayed high in the air, spattering down all over Ruth's flushed, moaning face.
Dirk pushed his cock back in her mouth and squirted the last few wads right down her raw gurgling throat. The hot tang of male scum burned on Ruth Hathaway's tongue for the first time, and raw female lust tore through her tender, untrained loins.
The two men carried her over to a marble bench and lay her across it. Dirk wound ropes around her belly and the bench, tying her to it securely.
He straddled her face, his slimy nuts draping onto her nose and mouth as he pinched hold of her swollen nipples and began to brutally twist and tear at them, making Ruth scream again and again in mingled agony and ecstasy.
"Gonna pop me a hot bride cherry tonight, man!" von Brinkle panted hoarsely, getting between Ruth's legs.
He slapped his over-sized dong against her moist pink cunny lips. Ruth whimpered, shuddering with dazed fear as she felt the bloated knob of his manhood slowly spread the tender folds of her virgin twat.
Baron von Brinkle gripped the marble sides of the bench for support, tensing his muscles. With a savage snarl, he heaved forward hard. His slippery horse-cock sliced into the velvety, suctioning furrow of tight, female flesh.
It collided with the soft wall of her hymen and tore right through it like tissue paper, pumping deeper and deeper inside of her, slamming against the far wall of her vagina.
White heat exploded through the bound virgin's squirming body. She howled, straining desperately to twist away from the source of the agony, but held firmly back by the ropes around her middle.
Pain blistered her wide open cunt. It felt like a red hot poker had been rammed up inside her. And when von Brinkle started to pump in and out, Ruth thought she would pass out.
But she didn't, and he started to pound into her, grunting thickly as he savagely knifed his corrugated fuck-shaft in and out of her torn, quivering cunthole. Pain seared and rippled through her in liquid waves, but now there was pleasure too, dark pleasure, dark and keen…
Ruth gurgled and moaned, her eyes rolling, starting to buck her hips. She made little incoherent babbling sounds, hoarse grunts choking in her throat as Wilhelm pounded into her with brute force again and again…
Dirk continued to maul and torture her nipples, and squatted down, mashing his beefy butt onto Ruth's pretty face. He forced her to lick out his sweaty asshole while his master pumped his stiff horse-cock deep in her spasming snatch…
"Let me have it, sir! Please! Give me your precious load!"
It was Ruth Hathaway speaking, and the naive, pretty little virgin bride was no more. The dark-haired slut who knelt on the cold stone floor was a panting woman. Her hands were tied behind her back. Ropes twisted into her aching, ballooning knockers. Clamps tore into her rosy nipples. A thick black dildo was stuck way up her asshole.
It was about an hour later, and Wilhelm and Dirk stood side by side in front of the kneeling whore. They were panting hoarsely as they masturbated their big, slimy fuck-tools. Both of them had fucked all three of Ruth's orifices till their balls were almost blue with excitement.
Now, their lust-charged loads came exploding up their masterfully throbbing sex tools. They roared with animalistic pleasure, pushing their fat dick-heads into Ruth's sluttishly opened mouth.
The pretty little brunette made kittenish mewling sounds as hot gobs of pungent sperm blasted over her tongue and rolled in thick, steamy rivulets down her throat…
"Ooooh, n-no, please! No! Don't!" Sean Hathaway pleaded hoarsely.
The handsome blond man faced the wall in the cozy sitting room. He was naked, his strong, sleek, copper-toned body glistening with sweat.
Glenda had impatiently tied his hands behind his back in her excitement. Now, she panted heavily as she whipped the boy's firm, fuzzy butt cheeks with his own leather belt.
She snarled with sadistic glee as she slashed at the young man's buttocks. Lust burned in her hot, shaved pussy, and her delight increased when she saw that Sean sported a helplessly stiff erection.
Sean's head reeled as pain ripped through him. He realized suddenly that the bonds around his wrists were loose, and he subtly squirmed his hands around till the rope came loose and fell to the floor.
Swiftly, the handsome athlete spun around, rage creasing his All American features. He grabbed Glenda's arm, twisting it hard till she cried out and dropped the belt. He roughly flung her onto the floor and raced for the door.
He turned the knob and pulled at it. But the door was locked. Panting hard, he swung around to face the gorgeous bald dominatrix.
"Give me the key, bitch!" he snarled. "Let me out of here!"
Glenda got up on her knees and uttered a silvery, mocking laugh, her high, fine titties jiggling merrily.
"I don't HAVE a key, smart-ass!" she purred. "You're going to have to stay here till the Baron comes to get you!"
"Shit," Sean snarled, looking around wildly.
He saw a goblet on a table full of rosy, enticing looking liquid. He felt suddenly very thirsty, and he rushed over to the goblet and quaffed its contents quickly. The liquid was warm and honey-sweet, and almost immediately, he felt a rippling glow quiver through his veins.
He turned to Glenda and snarled savagely, "What's with you people, anyway? Are you nuts or something?"
"We like to tie up and dominate people," Glenda purred, massaging her full breasts and running her tongue over her ripe red lips. "And some of us like to be tied up and dominated."
Lust seared through the blond jock's big, fuzzy nuts as he ogled the bald wench. He felt all funny and weird inside. A strange, primal fire began to ignite in his loins.
He felt like a man. A man, big and strong. And this groveling bitch was at his mercy. She had trapped him in here. She had dared to whip his naked ass. He'd show her!
"I'll teach you, bitch! I'll teach you good!" Sean snarled, lunging at Glenda.
She put up no resistance as he roughly tied her hands behind her back. In fact, she had a smug smile on her gorgeous face.
When he flung her face down on the carpet and straddled her middle, she moaned huskily. Hoarse, broken cries fluttered from her lips as he started to savagely whip her ass with the thick leather belt. But they were cries of deep, wanton need. Dark, hedonistic pleasure fanned through her body as she felt the ropes chafe her wrists while the leather belt slash her buns again and again.
When he entered her. Glenda gasped throatily. Sean was panting hard. His hands clenched tightly around her waist as he pumped his throbbing erection into the bald girl's wet cunt.
His lean, muscled thighs clapped vigorously against her upturned, red-striped buns as he pounded into her again and again. He wrapped his arms around her middle, clenching her full, sweet breasts. He wrenched and twisted at them savagely, pulling on the gold rings as he plowed her juicy furrow good and hard…
Yes, Glenda got hers but good that February evening, and when young Sean Hathaway sprayed her honeyed vagina full of creamy scum, she shrieked in ecstasy, wracked by her own body-blistering climax…
He forced Glenda to suck his cock, his balls, his hairy asshole. He made her worship his strong body from head to toe. He tied ropes all over her body, trussing her up tight as mummy.
When Baron von Brinkle finally came to the room, he found himself faced with a new, willing recruit. A week later, Sean Hathaway drove back to Tuckerville, collected all of his and Ruth's belongings, and moved into the castle in Connecticut.
Ruth and Glenda soon became good friends and willing vassals to those two rugged men. And the tradition continued. The tradition of rope, of bondage, of subservience…
Call it madness, call it bliss. But it was certainly strange and wonderful…