Wilma gasped racking sobs of pain as Jack's hard cock slammed deeper into the tightly constricted tube of her ass. Her pointed tits heaved, raking her hot nipples against the carpet. Her butt muscles quaked in torment, in time with the steady drum of Jack's hairy groin on the upraised cheeks of her creamy ass.
"No more!" she wailed, her bound wrists tugging behind her back. "Please! I can't take any more! It hurrrrrts!"
Her head bobbed and rolled in response to each driving thrust. Loose waves of long, soft, shimmering brown hair flowed over the curve of her back and down to tingle Jack's nuts with a feathery touch.
The heat of furious desire steamed in his aching nuts. Jack knew that Wanda had tried a lot of new tricks lately to keep the thrill of sexual excitement alive in their marriage, but pretending to be timid and hate what he was doing to her was the last thing he expected.
"You act just like your – ungh – stupid, dumb assed – ungh! – frigid sister – ungh! – Wilma!" Jack grunted out the sneering words as he joyously reamed her writhing butt.
"Yeceaaah!" Wilma howled with the sharp, ass twisting stabs of pain. She wanted to say I am Wilma! but the wrenching thrusts of Jack's huge cock garbled the words into muttered cried of meaningless sound.
"I feel sorry for – ungh! – poor Ralph, her – ungh! – fucking husband!" Jack rasped out, never missing a beat.
"Whyyyyy?" Wilma groaned. Now both her ass and her curious mind felt the jolting shock of pain. Why should anyone feel sorry for Ralph? He had a good job as an assistant loan officer at the bank, a nice home and a happy marriage.
"Because – ungh? – if he wasn't fucking – ungh! Ungh! – that little teller where he works – uunngh! – poor Ralph would get no ass at – uunngh! – all!"
"I don't -ooooh! – believe it! Aaagggh!" Wilma cried. The fury of Jack's savage thrusts increased. She shivered in torment, words and sounds billowing out like swirls of steam.
"It's true. Uuuungh!" Jack snarled. "Wilma won't let Ralph fuck her ass! Aaaggghhh!"
Jack felt his jism boil and churn in his flopping nut sac, straining to explode with ripping spurts of rapturous joy.
"I believe that," Wilma said, fearfully short of breath. "But – oooooh! – but I don't believe Ralph would do – aaahhh! – anything with anyone else!"
Jack slowed the beat of his driving thrusts. The sputtering fuse of his self-control had burned short. His balls would blast free from their heavy load any second, and he didn't want that. Not yet. He wanted to drag out the vicious delight of raping a stubborn shithole.
"What's the poor bastard supposed to do?" he asked, resting and catching his breath while her clinging ass muscles clawed on the shaft of his cock. "Jack-off every time he wants to feel something warm and tight?"
"Eeyyyaaa!" Wilma screamed. The torture of Jack's words cut deeper than the cruel bite of his leather belt, hurt worse titan the heat of his cock pulsing deep in the dark damp of her ass. "Who?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"Don't know her name. Aaaahhh! Ralph didn't say. But she has red hair!" His long dick glided slowly in and out of her ass, gathering speed and strength despite his efforts at self-control.
"Her!" Wilma snapped. The fiery little bitch who worked at window number three. "He wouldn't!"
Jack laughed. "He almost didn't… said she wouldn't go for ass-fucking either. So old Ralph got pissed and tied her up with her pantyhose!"
"Aaarrrrgh!" Wilma wailed. The slow, steady thrusts of Jack's cock made her acutely aware of its heat and strength. His prick burned hot and deep, and so did the awful thought of Ralph with that young red-headed bank teller.
"He fucked her ass until it started to bleed," Jack went on with a chuckle. "By then she really loved it!"
Wilma's ass writhed with disgust. Clenching waves of horror ran up and down Jack's big dick, and the pulsing tension of her disbelief made it impossible for him to hold back.
"Yuuungh!" he groaned as he spiked her ass with his searing shaft, driving in until his aching balls pressed warm and vibrantly against the creamy smooth domes of her hot asscheeks.
He thought the tense grinding spasms of her asshole were signs of joy that Wanda had finally given in to the throbbing power of his big cock. Jack didn't know it was Wilma who squirmed in torment each time he hammered in, or that she felt like retching when she thought of her dear, sweet husband Ralph ass-fucking that fiery little slut.
"So, you stubborn cunt… you finally admit you like my big cock rammed up your ass!"
"Uuunngh! NO!"
"Ha!" he said. "I can feel you squirm. If your little shit lips could talk, they'd be wailing cries of delight."
"Noooo!" She felt Jack's giant cock give out a gushing spurt. It splashed and burned deep in her trembling ass tube, greasing the slide of his hot prick. "Aaaaggh!"
"Go, Wanda! Go!" Jack loved the muscular grip of her pulsing asshole. Their writhing torment triggered another hot gush of jism. "Ungh!"
Wanda! God, Wilma had forgotten all about her twin sister. Now she was past daring, or even being able to think about what Fred James might be doing to her.
"Cuuuuuummming!" Jack groaned with raging joy. "I'm cumming, Wanda!"
Wilma sneered with bitter glee. Yes… whatever it was Fred wanted to do, Wanda had it coming!
"Oooh, God!" Wanda said with an anxious breath.
Fred had played the gracious host and had ushered Wanda through the double doors with a sweeping gesture of his right hand. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the faint, flickering candlelight that lit the large room and its curious furnishings. In the few seconds it took her darting eyes to widen, Wanda heard the heavy doors swing closed behind her… then the snap of a heavy iron bolt.
"Wealth allows me to indulge my wildest fantasies," Fred explained. "This room is modeled after the torture chamber in an ancient castle I once saw in Spain."
"How quaint," Wanda said.
A nervous shiver gripped her throat. The stonewalled room gave her the creeps. It dripped moisture all around, as thought they had suddenly descended into a dungeon buried deep in the bowels of the earth.
"Funny…" Wanda said, making her voice as light as she could. "When I dream about being rich, I think more of diamonds and furs."
"You shall have them!" Fred said.
With a flourish he produced a gleaming crown. In the dim light, Wanda could not tell if the stones in the ornate head dress were real or not, but he placed it on her head with loving care and tilted it just so.
"And your cape, my queen!"
His warm breath caressed the pearly hollow of her ear as he swirled something soft around her trembling bare shoulders. There could be no mistaking the feel of real fur. The deep purple velvet cape was ermine lined, like something Wanda had seen in pictures of storybook queens when she was a kid. Black-tipped ermine tails dotted the front of the long cape and tingled the exposed swelling of her tits.
"And you shall wear this."
Fred turned behind her again. Wanda had only a split second to wonder what else Fred had in his kinky thoughts… then she heard a click as hard and sharp as the snapping of the door bolt. He'd locked her neck in a heavy steel collar.
Wanda jerked at the snapping sound. A thick chain clanked behind her, and her darting motion was pulled up short. The other end of the chain was bolted firmly to an eye set deep in the damp stone wall!
"Holy shit!" she gasped.
The rough metal collar chilled and scraped the smooth white skin, of her neck! She tugged at it, but her effort to remove it proved as useless as scratching with fingernails on a bank vault door. The rough, hand-forged metal collar only rasped her hands and grazed deeper at the taut cords and veins of her neck.
Wanda paused, her hands frozen on the round metal band clamped so tightly around her neck. Somewhere she had read once that the best way to deal with a screw-loose son of a bitch was to play along… then beat him at his own game.
"How dare you chain your queen!" she roared in a demanding voice.
Fred James only smiled. He was far from crazy. Bored, yes. Jaded too. His cock had sampled the best cunts money could buy, from snarling spitfire to meek little slaves. In the mirrored halls of Europe's grand palaces of pleasure, in mysterious spice-scented rooms of the Middle East, and sultry chambers of the Orient, Fred James had done it all… with women who bowed willingly to wealth and the power of his position. It took, more than that now to flame the full vigor of his magnificent cock.
"The queen is a lowly whore!" Fred exclaimed. "The king has given orders to his Lord High Executioner!"
He stepped around in front of the velvet and ermine draped woman, dragging a long braided leather whip in his right hand.
"The king says you are to be punished," he warned.
A snap of his wrist sent the black whip hissing and slithering across the floor toward her feet. Fred had completed his outfit by pulling on a black hood to cover his face.
Wanda could see only the steely gleam of his eyes through the thin, dark slits of his mask. She bit her lip to hold back a frightened cry. She'd taken her prudish sister's place and come to this big house on the hill expecting to tempt the handsome and sophisticated business executive. What she faced now was a raving madman waving a whip. The blood hammering in her veins turned slowly to ice.
Play his game! the voice of reason screamed in her ear. Wanda drew in a cooling breath that swelled her fear-chilled tits.
"Lay hand on your queen and you shall die!" she snapped in the most regal and commanding voice she could manage.
Fred James almost laughed aloud. It was no more than an amusing game to him as harmless as jerking off while gazing at a magazine centerfold. But obviously Wilma wanted to play along, and that made it all the more exciting.
"I need not touch the queen to bare her lusty charms," Fred said with a leather masked smirk of joy. Then he snapped the whip with a sudden jerk of his arm.
The braided flash hissed like a snake, striking near the creamy canyon between Wanda's proud tits. Something ripped with a ghastly sound and Wanda saw a splash of bloody red. She screamed and clutched in horror at her tits.
It took a full second for her to gather courage to look down at her trembling, hands. She had expected to see them drenched with blood from a gaping wound left by the whip. But both hands came away clean, snow white with fear. The lash of red was a bit of fabric ripped from the front of her dress. The whip had barely kissed her skin.
Fred dipped the long whip behind him, poised for another lash.
"No!" Wanda cried in fear.
This time the waiting leather braid might rip her skin as easily as it had ripped the clinging soft fabric of her gown. She could feel her gown slipping down, baring her tits in the black cups of a lacy wired bra.
"Please!" she cried, but the long black coil had already blurred into motion too fast for her eyes to see.
A loud crack echoed off the stone walls like a rifle shot. Wanda gasped a startled cry, wincing in horror as she felt a cold hiss of air between her heaving tits.
The tip of the lash spilt the band of fabric between the two cups of her bra. Her sleek tits burst free, the severed cups of her bra flinging off to the sides. Her firm red nipples bulged bright and hard, tingling with nervous apprehension.
Fred wet his lips beneath the leather hood, hungrily eyeing her proud, red-crowned tits.
Wanda saw the cold gleam of his steely eyes through the narrow slits in the sinister-looking hood. She cringed, crossing her arms over her chest and cupping her naked breasts to protect them from the slithering whip that snaked back on the floor behind him.
Ripped by the first lash of the whip, her long red gown had slid down and bunched around her waist. Beneath the gathering of silky red, Wanda's pussy mound swelled with each cowering breath she took.
He watched the sharp rise and fall of the slope that curved down to her cunt slit, and at just the right instant he lashed out with the whip again.
"Aaaayyyy!" Wanda screamed. She heard the brittle cracking sound and felt a sharp tug at her waist. Red blazed again before her dismayed eyes. Ripped shreds of cloth scattered and fluttered to the floor and the remains of her beautiful dress sagged down around her ankles.
Wanda cringed and jerked so violently that she almost tripped in the ring of cloth bunched around her spike-heeled shoes. The chain behind her pulled tight and the iron collar pulled rough and hard against her throat. She gasped fighting for breath.
Fred's own sharp, expectant breaths condensed on the inside of the snug-fitting hood. Damp leather brushed his lips, feeling as sleek and smooth as taunt skin. His tongue lashed as eagerly as the long braided whip, and his giant cock swelled and strained inside his binding leather pants.
"Don't move!" he warned. A slight flick of his wrist sent the brutal lash gliding across the stone floor toward her feet. "One slight miscalculation and the kiss of the whip will turn your beautiful pussy into a pound of raw liver!"
"Noo!" Wanda tensed, not daring to move the long tapered bred swirled back and then shot forward in a blur.
Crack!
"Yyyyaaaooow!" she screamed.
This time Wanda felt the sharp sting of snapping leather. It nipped the narrow elastic band of her panties, tore the shimmering black fabric and burned the tender slope of her pussy mound. She quaked, trembling fearfully in her elegant fur-lined cape. It and the crown seemed ludicrous to her now. Her tattered panties fell to the floor, and Wanda stood naked and trembling in the silly costume of a queen.
A burning red welt rose on the dome of her twat mound. It seemed to grow out of her dark tangle of gleaming cunt hair, a stinging reminder of how terribly close the flailing lash had come to doing damage so painful that Wanda's flinching mind could not grasp the thought.
"No, not again!" she wailed.
Her eyes slammed shut in cringing torment, but he could hear the chilling sound of the whip as it recoiled for another vicious slash.
With his left hand, Fred jerked down the hidden zipper of his fly.
The sudden, grating sound sent a chill up Wanda's back. She froze in horror, expecting to feel the violent eruption of another painful welt.
But she felt nothing. Cautiously, she pried open eyes cramped in fear. She saw Fred toying with the brutal lash, flicking it back and forth in lazy swirls at his feet while he beat his other hand up and down on a huge cock that shined with a red glow in the flickering candlelight.
She groaned, eyes glued to the bobbing head of his blue-veined prick. Blood surged and reddened the bulging knob of his cock.
Entranced by the sight of a huge, hard swollen cock, Wanda did not see or hear the sudden strike or sharp warning hiss of the whip. It snapped and tangled in her gleaming thatch of cunt hair, ripping out a few curly strands as it flashed back into limp coils at her tormentor's feet.
"Aijilceec!" she cried.
Stinging pain exploded in her cunt slit. Her tingling cut flared and then felt numb. Burning waves spread from its root, a searing agony so intense that Wanda slumped and fell to her knees. Her knees slipped on the slick floor and spread wide apart, baring her aching cunt slit and a bright drop of red blood on the tip of her clit.
"Ggrrraaagh!" Fred's growl of obscene desire was muffled and softened by the snug leather hood. But nothing softened the look of wild craving that flashed in his eyes. He loved the sight and strong scent of cunt blood, and he cackled in lusty delight, flicking the whip out again with an ultra precise twitch of his wrist.
"Yyyyyeeeeoooow!" the hunched and cringing woman screamed.
The narrow black tip of the lash barely touched her, but the stab of pain cut deep into her twat. Pink lips burned in agony and another ruby drop oozed from a tiny wound as neat and clean as a scalpel cut.
"Oooooh," she gasped when her clutching hands came away smeared faintly with red.
"Nooo!"
"Oooh, yes!" he roared through the leather hood. His coiled hand beat harder on the massive swelling of his cock, and his leather-sleeved arm became a blur like the stinging whip. "A few precise strokes of the lash and your twat drips like a freshly fucked virgin hole!"
Wanda bowed her head, but with the thick collar locked around her neck she could not bend far enough to see the burning wounds that still flamed with numbing pain.
Fred dropped the whip and walked toward her, beating his giant cock with both hands, panting for breath as a blazing fury swelled in his aching nuts.
Wanda shivered, hunched before him, cold with trembling fear despite the sleek warmth of luxurious white ermine draped over her quaking shoulders. Her tortured mind reeled from the smarting pain in her cunt and nightmare horrors that churned in her sub-conscious.
The lusty two-handed flogging made Fred's cock sway like the wand of some lewd wizard casting an obscene spell. Wanda's pain-glazed eyes swayed. Her head rocked from side to side and her trembling lips parted to moan soft, agonized whimpers of dread. Any thought that she might somehow gain control of the situation long since faded and seemed as absurd now as the long robe and jeweled crown that teetered so precariously on her swaying head.
Wanda's fear-drenched flesh looked as white and shimmering soft as the ermine lining of her cape. The contrast made her tense, ruby-bright nipples seem brighter still. Fred's tongue flicked like his whip as he gazed at her tits, his whole body seething with lewd and tangled desires.
"Uuunnngh!" he said with a grunt.
He felt the first surge of creamy hot jism boil up from his nuts. The huge orbs pulsed in a hairy sac still trapped inside his tight-fitting leather pants. His straining cock lunged through the narrow fly slit, bulging and throbbing from mounting pressure as he gave way to the searing flow.
"Aaaahhhhh!" he groaned with the first gush of slick warmth.
He forced his sharply up angled cock down with both hands and shot off into Wanda's lap. She felt it hit, as thick and hot as roofing tar. It spewed into her mat of cunt hair and dribbled down like soothing ointment to cool the burning wound on her cunt.
"Gggrungh!" The next jolt sprayed lower down, wetting her whip-nicked cunt slit.
Wanda cringed, muscles twitching and jerking out of control. The sudden splatter of warmth reminded her pain-racked nerves of the whip. Soft white fur tingled around her trembling flesh, and more hot spray gushed into her aching crotch.
"Uunnngh!" she moaned in disgust. When she jerked her head, the collar cut hard at the straining cords of her neck.
Blind with bursting joy, Fred beat faster on his spurting dick, wrenching his shoulders and rocking his hips with each jarring shock of release.
"Yyyaaalx!" he screamed in a throaty wail. The furious thump of his hand against his groin sounded like the beat of a heavy club. Wanda hunched and flinched from the sound, wondering what lewd torment he planned next.