Fred James had never paused to wonder why this particular fantasy appealed to him so – the mighty queen chained by the neck like a dog, whipped and brought to her knees like a lowly slave before him, the Lord High Executioner.
He'd played the role perhaps a dozen times before, but never with a queen so ravishingly beautiful. Wanda's proud, haughty tits laid bare by the lash of his whip, her lusty cunt reeking the pungent scent of fear and oozing small, ruby bright drops of blood.
The scene sent surges of fresh, demanding blood pounding into the head of his dripping cock. It hardly sagged after shooting off its first steaming load. That was the power of his lewd fantasy his cock never seemed to tire. It would rise time and time again to punish the faithless queen.
It could have been his wife Vicky his straining cock sought to hurt. She often took on the snobbish, haughty air of a queen, sneering, at him for his lowly start on the wrong side of town lording the power of her wealth and position over him. The bitch! She'd not been humble since the night he popped her stubborn cherry and made her high born cunt drip blood from the savage pounding of a giant cock.
Th heady scent of cunt blood thrilled him now.
"On your feet, bitch!" he said with a lusty roar. He grabbed the loop of chain welded to the collar at the back of her neck and hauled the shivering, velvet-caped queen figure to her feet. Weak from the numbing pain of the whip and trembling in fear of even wilder abuse, Wanda teetered unsteadily in her high, spike-heeled shoes.
"Now against the wall!" The mocking, Lord High Executioner gripped her shoulders and spun her around. He pressed both hands flat between her shoulder blades and shoved hard, launching her toward the wall of rough stone.
The fur-lined cape fluttered, her stiletto heels clattered, and she crashed against the wall. Damp rock chilled and flattened her protruding tits. The jeweled crown pitched off her head and shattered at her feet. Her head rocked forward and smacked against the wall, splitting her lower lip on the inside against her chattering teeth.
Wanda tasted the warm, salty taste of her own blood. She felt a cold, creeping chill of fear at the same time. Warm fur caressed her naked shoulders, and wet stone tingled her nipples. These conflicting signals crashed violently in her mind.
"You're not so high and mighty now!" Fred roared behind his sinister-looking leather hood, eyes leering sharply through the thin slits.
Wanda turned slowly to face him, her eyes wide and her back pressed flat against the wall. She tugged the cape close to her and covered her shivering tits in folds of furry warmth.
He grabbed her right arm and jerked it out to the side. Another heavy chain and thick metal wrist cuff dangled there. A mad chuckle of cruel glee burst from behind the mask, a sound as harsh and cold as the click of the lock that bound her arm.
"Aaaahhh!" she gasped. "No, please! Let me keep my arms free."
Mocking laughter came again as the black hooded specter darted swiftly to the other side. He jerked her left arm out, tugging until her joints ached from the strain. He clamped a second metal cuff tight on her wrist, and Wanda bolted at the sound of the lock snapping shut.
"Ungb! Unngh!" She squirmed and thrashed her arms, but her violent efforts to pull free only clanked the heavy chains and left her breathless, gasping in frustration.
"Pull, you stupid wench! Tug your heart out. Wrench your frail arms right out of their sockets!"
Wanda gave up the useless struggle and sagged back against the wall, her eyes dropping to Fred's long cock. His prick lanced up at a sharp angle, fully erect and bursting with strength. A pearly drop of jism dribbled from the silt. It looked to her like a leering, tear-filled eye.
He stepped closer, somber as death in black leather, drawn by his throbbing cock that twitched excitedly up and down like some wild beast sniffing the scent of fresh blood.
"I'm going to fuck your bloody, cum-drenched cunt," he said in a muffled voice tense with anticipation.
"Like shit!" she hissed in a sudden rage. Her right knee flashed up, driven by the strength of desperation. He dodged to the side a split-second too late. She hit his hard-muscled thigh a glancing blow that slanted into his crotch.
"Hhhuuunnngh!" He stumbled back a step and slumped over, frantically clutching his balls as though grasping hands could somehow slow the spread of the awful pain. "You stinking cunt! You stupid, stinking cunt I I should kill you f-for that!"
Wanda's upraised knee snapped out straight and her spike-heeled shoe flashed toward his jaw.
"Aaaaagh!" the hunched figure moaned, but he could not move in time.
Her foot caught his chin with a vicious whip-kick and the long spike of her heel stabbed into his throat. But for the protection of the leather hood, his windpipe would have been crushed.
Even with the leather shield, he felt a searing stab of pain. He gasped a choking sound and staggered backward with one hand clawing at his agonizing throat. His hunched body then gave way to the spread of terrible pain, and he sprawled in a dark heap ten feet away.
Wanda shrieked a joyous cry, her spirits buoyed by the force of her vicious kicks. She pulled at the chains with freshly renewed strength. But the heavy metal that bound her to the wall could have held a raging gorilla. She moaned then, thinking what a ridiculous thing she'd done. Imprisoned as she was, Fred James could take all the time he needed to recover – hours, days, or even weeks. It would take a wrecking crew to free Wanda without the right keys.
Fred flopped on his side, his huge cock hanging limp. He was hunched over cramped and moaning pitiful sounds. But his agony gave Wanda little satisfaction. She knew she would only face greater wrath and more hideous punishment once his awesome strength returned.
Fred was no stranger to pain. He'd taken his lumps in his younger days. Pain had hardened his body and toughened his soul. And he always gave back worse than he got. Somehow, some way.
It took all his remaining strength to gather his feet beneath him, then to stand, still weak in the knees and wobbling with pain. His breath made a raspy sound and his throat burned like hell's chimney.
He could taste blood. The stubborn bitch had cut his lip. He could feel the jagged slash inside his lower lip. Shit! She even broke one of his front teeth. His tongue recoiled from the sharp-edged stump of his tooth.
He groaned in a sullen rage. He pulled himself up straight and pulled off the leather hood, spitting violently as soon as his mouth was clear. Blood and chips of broken tooth spattered the floor at his feet.
Wanda shivered helplessly against the wall. His jagged tooth gleamed raw and sharp in the flickering light like a vicious animal fang. Just the sight of it sent cold tremors down her back.
Fred spat again, then stooped down to recover the whip. The limp coil flashed to life. He snapped it once with a slow, rolling, underhand swing. Then his arm curved high overhead and he snapped it again only an inch from Wanda's horrified eyes.
"Yyyyaaaah!" she cried while the sharp crack still echoed in the room. "I'm s-sorry!"
Fred's lips curved in an angry smirk and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He snarled, then lashed out again with the whip.
This time he aimed at a candle stub in a holder above Wanda's head. The popping tip of the whip neatly severed the wick. The dancing flame vanished and a splatter of hot wax rained down on the woman in chains.
"I could cut off your nipples just as quick," he said in a voice steady and sharp.
Wanda shrank back against the wall, dreading… not daring to think where the next lash of the whip might land. Her large proud tits were an inviting target, so tender and so exposed. Her thick, hard nipples swelled with the chill of fear.
"But I won't do that," he said, after gazing at her juicy red tits. Wanda heaved a grateful sigh. "I'd rather chew them off with this jagged, broken tooth of mine!"
That prospect chilled her even more. In her mind, she could almost feel the grinding agony of prolonged inhuman torture. She shook her head to shake free of the vivid nightmare image.
Fred stripped off his tight jacket. The heat of raging excitement had made it too uncomfortable to wear. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, still snaking the whip in lazy coils along the floor.
Standing naked, his giant cock fully hard again, he flashed Wanda an icy grin eyes drifting down to her cunt that was dark and wet with traces of blood.
"It was all play-acting before," he said with a glance at his leather costume heaped on the floor. "Like a prank at Halloween…" A hint of sadness tinged his voice, "Now you've made it real. Too real!"
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Perhaps not." His darting tongue seemed doubtful. "But now I mean to hurt you."
Wanda's tremors of fear became so intense that the long cape slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. The long braided whip streaked toward her fully exposed thighs.
"Aahhh!" she cringed and shrank back against the wall, feeling the cold and unyielding stone press against her back. The whip hit just above her knees and coiled downward, like a snake binding her legs together.
Fred tugged on the heavy knobbed handle of the whip with both hands. The coils tightened and tore at her flesh. Her spike heels slipped crazily on the slick stones and she felt her feet fly out from under her.
"Aaayyy…" Her head smacked the wall. Her long neck chain clanked and her full weight fell on her wrists that were chained wide to the side. "Uuungh!"
She dangled helplessly, her legs too stung by the pain of the lash to gather themselves beneath her and ease the terrible shoulder wrenching pain. Feeble efforts to regain her balance only shook off the braided lash for another vicious stroke.
Wanda heard the sharp hiss of the whip as it cut through the air. The thick midsection of the lash struck her waist and snaked upward in angry coils until the tip came around from behind and snapped at her lift nipple. It raised a hideous welt and her mind almost went blank with the stinging pain.
Sliding back along the floor, the swirling lash moved like a python in damp jungle grass. Wanda's eyes followed. She felt the swelling of a scream inside, but the sound hung frozen on her lips.
"Eeeee-yyyyaa!" she cried when the lash struck again.
This time the coils turned and tightened the other way, and the stinging tip slashed her other nipple hard enough to draw a bright drop of gleaming blood.
Fred tugged again on the handle of the whip. Wanda had almost recovered her balance, but Fred's mighty tug sent her reeling again. Her spike heels clattered and slipped and her head slammed against the wall.
"Uuuuungh," she moaned, dizzy and shaken by the blow. Let me pass out! a silent voice screamed in her mind. But long practice had taught Fred precisely how hard to administer the whip. The last thing he wanted was a limp, unconscious and unresponding body. He wanted her awake and keenly aware of the gnawing pain.
Wanda cringed, hanging with her full weight on her chained wrists. Her tangled legs clawed the floor…
"Now you won't kick, you little hellion!" He laughed and lightly stroked the long shaft of his cock. "Shit, you can't even stand up!"
He dropped the whip and reached to grasp her welt scarred tits. His touch felt icy cold, soothing in a strange way after the blazing torment of braided leather. His stroking fingers teased lightly up and down the lush curves of her proud tits.
Wanda gasped as she felt her aching nipples tense and swell with sudden desire. Her thoughts convulsed in a shivering rage. She hated this vindictive son of a bitch. She'd have cut his cock off if she could. But he knew how to excite her despite the grinding horror of what he'd done.
When his wavering fingers closed around her nipples, Wanda felt a double and twisted sensation. First a stab of smoldering pain. Still raw and smarting from the lash of the whip, her nipples felt too tender to be touched. But at the same time they had become swollen with urgent desire… too tense and eager to stand being left alone.
"Ohhhh!" she whined, excited and straining, but still unable to stand.
Fred cupped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, steadying her, until she regained some control of her feet. She wobbled in his grasp thankful that some of the tearing pressure had been lifted from her outstretched arms.
He smiled coldly, and his hands swept back to her heaving tits. He mauled her left tit squeezing until her red-welted tit-flesh bulged between his fingers. The other tit he stroked softly, tilting it up in the cup of his hand to meet his blood-stained kiss.
Wanda gasped as she felt warm breath on her tortured breast. Then she felt the stroke of his tongue.
Fred stabbed at her bulging nipple and flicked it with his tongue. A circling stroke lapped up the drop of oozing blood and burned the raw flesh bitten by the whip.
Wanda groaned. Never had her tits felt so sensitive. With the cruel pain fading into the dark recesses of her mind, all her senses now seemed sharper than ever before. The slightest touch on her tits sent jolts of shocking delight along every nerve.
When Fred sucked in the perky tip of her tingling breast, Wanda thought she might faint in wailing joy.
"M-more!" she cried. "Suck it all in. Eat my big, beautiful tit!"
He eased away, still lashing her tit with his tongue. "It's your pretty cunt I want to eat."
"Yes… oh, yes!" Wanda tensed expectantly. After the snap and tug of the whip, her twat mound ached for the tender caress of a darting tongue.
He lowered himself to his knees, dragging his hands down her sides. Spread fingers slid over the smooth inner slope of her thighs, digging and spreading until her juicy cunt slit dripped with musk-scented desire.
"Eat it!" she howled. "Oooh, suck my cunt! Ram it with your tongue. Spread it with your fingers. Uuungh! Yeah, oooh! Eat it… eat me alive!"
His gnashing teeth tugged at the silky fleece around her drooling slit. Wanda's arms pulled tight in response. She wanted to hold the back of his head and force his mouth and stabbing tongue down harder on her twat. But, chained as she was, she could only rack her hips and beg for more.
Fred tasted glazed splatters of cum that he'd jetted off into her lap. He tasted blood on raw flesh nipped by the whip. But mostly he savored the honey-sweet, strong-tasting fuck oil that gushed slick and warm from the depths of her aching cunt.
The finest French cooking and best vintage wines seemed pallid and tasteless as cold mush compared to eating Wanda's cunt. Fred often dined in the most exclusive restaurants, but he only considered himself a gourmet when it came to eating twat.
His powerful cock twitched and throbbed in response to her pungent cunt scent.
"Uuunmmm!" he growled, thrusting apart her dripping cunt lips with his rough tongue.
Her clit bulged warmly, bright at the tip with a savory drop of blood. Her clit gleamed like a ruby. He licked it and felt her writhe, clanging the heavy chains binding her to the wall, helpless and eager now to satisfy even his wildest passions.
Fred found her clit and trapped it in the jagged space left by his broken tooth. He bit and chomped on her cunt.
"Eeeeyyy!?" Wanda screamed. Her tortured clit blazed with tormented desire. "Eat it! Oooh – aaagh! Suck it! Grind it! Chew it raw – ooowww!"
As much as he savored the joys of sucking an anxious twat, Fred hungered more for the feel of her wet cunt clamped around his massive cock. The way Wanda squirmed and wiggled with delight, he knew she would be a grinding good fuck!
He lurched to his feet, guiding his long cock with one hand. In his other hand he held the stout, knobbed handle of the blacksnake whip.
"Yyyaaah!" Wanda cried when she felt the fiery head of his cock rubbing hard on her aching cunt. Now left raw by the grinding passion of his broken tooth still flashed confusing signals of agony and delight: "Ungh – oooo! Drive it in! Please. Oh, fuck me! Rape my tender cunt!"
Fred pressed his cock into her cunt slowly, taking his time. The heavy red knob of his cock parted her juicy twat lips and inched into her dark tube of seething passion. Wet rings of cunt muscle blazed with the heat of desire and tugged savagely at the shaft of his cock.
"More!" she pleaded. "I want more cock! Jam it in! Stuff my pussy full!"
His hips began to rock in time with her urgent pleas.
"Ungh – yes! Aaah! Cram it full! Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck my hungry cunt!"
For Fred James, this was always the best part. To abuse, torment, and at the same time excite some pretty bitch until her trembling body begged for the soothing strokes of his giant cock. He was unable to hold back. With one exploding burst of joy, he slammed in the last of his mighty twat ripper.
"Uuuungh!" Wanda screamed.
Wet and hot as her cunt was, Wanda still felt a shock when he rammed his cock in. His rough mat of cock hair ground and twisted against her silken fleece, mingling the musky scents of their furious desires.
The sharp angle of his upraised cock lifted her as it went in. Only the tips of her toes touched the floor. Then her feet kicked free in frantic delight. The lifting, driving force of his cock slammed her naked back against the wall.
The chilling cold of damp stone jolted her senses. Wanda cried and wiggled and pushed away, driving herself even harder on to his cock.
Fred staggered back half a step and cupped his hands under her ass to support part of her grinding weight. Her tight wet cunt grasped and clawed, and she bore down on the root of his cock like she wanted to rip it off.
In one hand he still held the long, knobbed handle of the whip. It pressed against her creamy ass cheek and sent cold shivers up her spine.
He eased one hand farther around, his fingers touching the squirming mounds of her tingling asscheeks. It swelled and shivered in his grasp. She bucked when his probing fingers dug into the cleft of her ass, stroking to reach the tightly clamped puckered hole of her ass.
Wanda's squirming forced her weight down hard on the base of his cock. Her fuck oil drenched his thatch of cock hair. Her wet cunt lips pulled and sucked with a slurping sound that matched the moans of damp lust that bubbled from her gaping mouth.
"Uutingh… aooh! Yes. Yes, yes! I want it all! I want every inch of your big, fucking cock! Push it! Ram it! Ooooh – FUCK! Stab it in!" Her voice then tightened into a shrill scream of sheer delight.
Fred kept humping, slamming into her wet cunt with the raging heat of his long cock. Her legs kicked and squeezed and clamped around his waist, bucking and driving down on his cock to feel every possible inch of his prick in the seething depths of her dripping twat.
At the same time, he maneuvered the knobbed handle of the whip around and centered it on the puckered lips of her little shithole.
Wanda's eyes widened. The leather-cased knob felt thick and cold when he began to pry her ass apart.
"Aaaggghhh!" Her scissored legs clamped harder and she squirmed to lift herself and escape the rain of the black whip inching up her ass. "Hhhooo – shit!"
No way could she escape. Searing pain gripped the sinewy muscles of her back each time he rammed her from behind. The thick knob of the whip made her shithole burn. When she bucked away from that, she rammed her cunt full of his cock in front.
Wanda's screams of twisted delight echoed off the stone wall. She heaved herself violently back and forth between cock and whip handle, her mind ablaze with the pleasure of pain. The joyous horror seemed to lighten the weight of her chains, and her thoughts went suddenly into a dizzy spiral.