Chapter 6
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 I" 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 stag-gored 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-YYYYAJI!" 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 fit 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! Rain 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 cut 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 cut 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.
Chapter. Seven
Jack didn't know it was Wilma he'd forced down on the coffee table. He had her tied in almost the same way as when he and Wanda first sampled the curious and wildly exciting thrills of restraint and domination after her visit to the dentist. Now he had two thick pillows stuffed under her trembling ass, slanting her cunt so that he could fuck it deeper still.
He'd tired of the half measure-binding her wrists with his belt. That allowed too much freedom to move, and for some strange reason she was still fighting back.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You loved it the first time I roped you down like this Wilma's lips moved numb with fear. She had never felt so naked and so exposed. With her legs spread and bent beneath her, her cunt lips had parted, seething in the torment of helplessness.
"I'm-I'm not your wife," Wilma managed to croak in a trembling voice.
Jack thought it was just another of Wanda's cock teasing games. "Oh, then who the hell are you . . the fucking queen of cock heaven?"
"I'm Wilma"
"Good! I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck her."
"You-you have?"
Jack nodded and drummed his hand on his dripping cock. "What I really want to do is fuck both of you at once. Imagine my big dick bouncing back and forth between two identical twats! When it was Wilma's turn, you could watch. It'd be like seeing your own cunt get fucked. Wanda, you'd love it!"
"I'm Wilma!" Wilma insisted.
He didn't believe her, he thought it was part of her prick teasing game. "My cock doesn't care who youare He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the table edge just above her head.
"Jack, please you've got to listen. I'm Wilma ungh!" Jack rammed into her cunt and felt it convulse with tremors of shock.
"Like I said . . . my cock doesn't care." He bent down and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her stubborn lips. Wilma pushed back, her tongue hammering to drive him out. "I'll say this, Wanda-you put on a damn good act. It's like you can't stand being fucked and French-kissed at the same time.
"I hate it!"
"Yes... and I just love how that makes you squirm. I've never felt aaargh!-your fucking cunt so tight!"
"Ooooh! Ungh! Aaahh! I'm Wilma!"
The waves of Wilma's cunt tension grew tighter on the shaft of his reaming cock. She winced and closed her eyes, trembling in disbelief. Maybe it was all a terrible dream, and when she opened her eyes again he would be gone.
"Be Wilma," he said happily. "I'm starting to like her cunt! " Jack knew that Wanda knew all the right moves. Her hungry cunt pulled and sucked on his cock, wringing it dry. Tonight she wasn't like that at all.
Wilma relaxed and let his long cock glide in, then she clamped and held him tight, making it a painful delight when he went to draw back. Now she clamped to keep him out. Jack thrust with his hips, forcing his way in, loving the taut, wet friction of an unwilling cunt.
"Hhhhmmm!" he purred, grinding and twisting as his cock bottomed in her up-tilted twat.
Wilma had never submitted to sex except in what most people call the missionary position. . . flat on her back, legs slightly spread, her husband on top.
Jack's cock felt at least twice the size of Ralph's and with the pillow, stuffed beneath her hips, her leg's bent back under the table, his prick ground in deep at an angle that felt strange and completely new.
"Ooob," she whined. The harder she fought his ramming cock, the better he liked it.
Jack bent lower, supporting his weight on his elbows so he could maul her heaving tits. He loved their giant size, their smooth overflowing cone shapes, and her firm warm nipples. He took one, then the other, sucking hard on her ruby tips while he bottomed his long cock and felt the heat of her stubborn cunt friction.
"Hhhmmm, if I'd known Wilma's cunt was this good, I'd have fucked her years ago!"
"Uuunngh!" Wilma groaned in response to each hard driving stab of his long cock. Her eyes fluttered and stared at the top of his head while Jack bobbed hungrily from one tit to the other, grinding them with his teeth until they ached and sparked with twisting pain.
Wilma tugged against the thick cords binding her arms and legs. It was useless. She could hardly move, and writhing beneath him only excited Jack all the more.
"Aaargh!" she moaned. "It HURTS!"
"You love it . . . I can tell by the way you squirm. Your fucking little cunt can't get enough."
Wilma ceased her struggles and tried to lie very still. It was hard. Jack's big cock pulled up on her clinging cunt 11ps each time he drew back, then he rammed them flat with another slamming thrust.
"Uuunnngh!"
Jack had his right hand down her side. Teasing finger-strokes made her wrench away from his touch. That twisted the clamping grip of her cunt.
"Goood!" he groaned. "And this should make it even better!" He wiggled his first finger up her ass.
"Yyyyaaaahhh!" Wilma screamed. Her shithole twitched, and she bucked her hips, thrusting to meet his hard-driving cock. "Oh, GOD!"
Grinding hips rammed her back on his ass fucking hand. The terrible torment of prick and probing finger made Wilma utter low moans of pain and disgust while her body seethed with the joys of forbidden delights. She gasped, her tortured mind wished it had never begun, and her writhing, sex-starved senses hoped that it would never end
"Wilma?" Fred crooned softly, "Wilma, can you hear me?"
"Huh? Ungh! Yes. . . yes, I-I hear you." Wanda had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be her sister. Wanda's glazed eyes stared blankly, wet with tears from the steady pounding of his huge cock and the ass-ripping probe of the rigid whip handle.
Fred grunted deep sounds of savage delight and rammed with both at the same time, slamming the two knobbed heads together. They clashed together with a grinding force, battering the thin wall of tender flesh between her cunt and her ass.
The frantic beating of her heart thundered in her ears. Wanda's cunt lips burned, rubbed dry and hot by Fred's burning big cock. And the shit smeared handle of the whip kept ramming in with the same rhythm as his fucking.
Fred's body tensed, nerves twanging with delight. The tight, hot grip of her cunt made his huge cock ache, balls swaying and ready to fire. With each thrust of his hips, he felt the snug walls of her fuck hole squirm, then the padded thump when his driving cock collided with the knobbed handle of the whip that he pounded joyously up her ass.
"I-I'm cummmmming!" he moaned, wishing he could hold back and prolong the heated delight of raging lust. "Cuuummming!"
His first wet gush of cream spread like a searing lava flow.
Wanda gulped. She could almost taste it. Her eyes rolled back and she tossed her head, shivering with the warmth of his spreading flow. Slick cream greased her aching cunt. His spurting cock slid easily now, frothing each gush until her fuck hole steamed.
"Uungh! Ungh!" He stabbed in with his cock, twisting and grinding his hairy loins against the pink, frothed lips of her begging twat. At the same time he rammed the whip up her ass and twisted it, caressing the head of his own cock with its thick 'knob.
"Yyyyeeeehhh!" Wanda cried. Pressure mounted inside her skull. 'The tempo of her beating heart rang faster as the heat of impending release came near. 'Tm cuuummmming too!"
"Fuuuck!" Fred groaned and shoved his cock deep inside, spurting hot jets of creamy jism that bubbled back and burned the throbbing shaft of his long cock. He made one last brutal stab. His tense body twitched with spasms of release then he was still and gasped for breath.
"Wilma . . . "he said, regaining his breath. "I want you to come-"
"Oooh, God-I just did. Can't you feel it?"
"Yes, of course-" Tight tremors of joy still rippled up and down his back. "-I mean come here to the house again. I'm giving a little bash tomorrow night for same special friends. I know they'd all like to meet you . . . their tastes are so much like mine."
"Oh?" Wanda said, her voice still weak and shivering.
An hour later, Wanda drove home in a daze, her neck sore, her wrists rubbed raw by the binding metal bands that Fred James did not unlock until she had become too weak to stand, too exhausted to respond to the heated frenzy of his brutal cock.
She felt a chill getting out of the car, her long dress hung in tatters, ripped apart by the sting of the whip. Wanda clutched the shredded cloth to her aching, naked flesh and tiptoed up the front steps.
A faint light glowed through the living-room drapes. She stopped, panting nervously, and peered through a narrow crack between the thick folds of cloth.
Wanda could see her husband Jack inside, his eyes clamped tightly shut, his strong body beaded with sweat while his beautiful blue-veined cock spiked in and out of her twin sister's cunt. Wanda gasped, then seethed.
Jack had Wilma tied to the coffee table with drapery cord, her ass upraised by sofa pillows, slanting her cunt at the perfect angle to meet and hold the stabbing length of his big prick.
Wanda could see Wilma wince each time Jack rammed his cock into her. Wilma squirmed beneath his grinding weight, pulling against the cords holding her in bondage. Wanda could see Jack's finger pumping in and out of Wilma's ass, and Wanda felt envious tension in her own shiner.
She groaned, pressing her nose flat against the glass for a better view. It was so crazy, watching her husband fuck a woman who looked so much like her like watching in a mirror. But Wanda could not feel the heat of his cock or the wiggling finger he hooked and twisted in her twin sister's ass.
"I want it!" Wanda said.
When she had left the mansion on the hill, her body ached so much that she wondered if she would ever want to fuck again. Her wrists still burned where the tender flesh had been scraped by the grinding metal bands. But the heat of raw flesh felt nothing like the steaming envy in her cunt and ass.
"Damn it, he's my husband!" Wanda's hot breath fogged the glass. She had to wipe it with the back of her hand to see through.
Wilma saw the waving motion through half shut, pain-glazed eyes. "Oh, good!" she groaned.
"Uunngh!" Jack roared in response. "So, you finally admit that you like it!"
"No!" Wilma shrieked. "I mean, good that Wanda is finally home!"
Wilma could see her wanton twin squinting through the glass, jealousy flicking her tongue as she watched her husband fuck like some crazed wild beast.
Jack's eyes never strayed from her moaning lips. His hands held Wilma's big tits, mauling and squeezing and making her nipples burn. He sucked hard on one firm red-crowned heaving tit.
"Hhhhooo!" Wilma cried. "Why don't you come in?"
She could see Wanda watching through the window her face distorted by the glass, her hot breath jetting all around like billows of steam.
"Come in!" Wilma cried.
Jack thought she was moaning at him. "I am in! You stupid cunt * . . can't you feel my cock?"
"Uuunnngh! Yes, God yes! Ooooh, no!,, Jack stabbed her harder, screwing and twisting the root of his hairy dick around in her tender twat slit.
"And can't you feel the finger I have rammed in your ass?"
"Aaah! Yes! Oh, shit yes! No!" Jack poked two fingers into her aching shithole spreading them as he twisted them in.
"No, what? You can't feel two fingers?"
"I mean, no . . . I can't stand any more!"
"I ought to ream your ass with my whole fucking fist!"
Wanda jerked outside the window, wiping it again with frenzied sweeps of her hand. It was crazy watching her husband fuck. A hand still wet and cold from wiping the glass dropped and spread the tatters of her dress, digging for her drooling cunt slit. She moaned as chilled fingers twirled the nub of her bulging clit.
Jack kept fucking her sister, grunting angry, sultry, beastly sounds of satisfaction. Wanda felt her own breathing shift to the same excited rhythm. Her tits heaved, nipples straining with desire as she increased the grinding pressure on her clit and slid her other hand back to her ass, a long, red-nailed finger reaching out.
"Hhhungh!" Wanda said with a grunt, working the finger deep, to carbon-copy Jack's savage reaming of her twin sister's ass.
"Ooooh!" Wilma moaned, and she arched her back, pulling wildly against the cord binding her wrists. Her seething cunt oil flowed wet and free, and the sheath of nerves ringing her fuck tunnel began to tingle with raging joy.
"You bitch," Jack growled, "I knew you were faking . . . I knew you wanted my cock!"
"Yes . . . " Her lips trembled warmly, kissing his. "Fuck me!" she. moaned. 'Fuck me harder ... as hard as you can!"
Wanda, that bitch, was watching' through the window, stroking her clit and jamming her ass, excited by watching her husband's long cock rip in and out of another cunt. Well, Wilma decided, I'll really give her something to watch!
Wilma jerked up her head, lips grinding and wet with passion. Jack smothered them with a clinging kiss, jabbing his tongue roughly into her mouth. She sucked on the rasp of his tongue until her checks collapsed and squirmed like the restless tunnel of her cunt.
"Aaagggh!" Wilma said with an anguished sigh. Wilma could see her sister's eyes blaze with cuntal satisfaction. Wilma loved the way it made Wanda squirm to watch Jack's big cock slide, in and out of a cunt exactly the match of hers loving even more the hot feel of his long prick.
"Uuungh!" Wilma said with a grunt as she took each deep thrust. At first she had felt only the horror of restraint, the chilling, animal fear of bondage. Then came humiliation, the brutal anguish of being bound and helpless, a trembling slave to a savage cock. Now, despite her instincts, Wilma felt the warmth of slow spreading joy.
It ran deep from the hollow of her aching twat. The heat and throb of Jack's big prick made her innermost nerves twitch with raw delight. It was nothing Wilma had ever felt before, a seething joy an obscene honeymoon of lewd gratification, the pleasure doubled because she knew her horny twin was being forced to watch her husband's giant cock fill and strain another begging cunt.
"More!" Wilma gasped, her teeth grinding. 'Fuck my cunt! Stab my ass! AAAGOGHHH! YES! YES!"
Wanda couldn't stand it any more. She drove her finger into her twat and tried to match the force of Jack's demanding thrusts. She ripped two fingers up her ass, thrashing and gasping in tormented desire.
"I need a cock!" Wanda wailed, "I just can't do it with my fingers!"
She rocked her hips and pressed as hard as she could, grinding the heel of one hand on her thick muff of silky cunt hair, the other on the slit of her ass.
Wilma watched it all, feeling her own frustrated passions soar. Jack's throbbing cock tensed as he drove it in. She could feel it shivering response to an intense wave of swelling delight. Jack groaned clamping his eyes shut, rolling his head as his lips pulled tight and hissed warping breath like a jet of escaping steam.
"I'm cummmmming!" he growled.
"Meeee tooooo!" Wilma could hardly believe it. Her eyes misted with a smoky haze of expectant joy. Her cunt muscles clamped on Jack's heaving cock, tight and wet, insanely alive with lewd desire.
Jack threw his full weight on her, mauling both tits with hands trapped between their writhing bodies.
Wilma's mind whirled with too many thoughts. He thinks it's his horny wife about to receive his heavy load but she's outside, fucking her own cunt and ass with her fingertips, pretending she's me. The old me ... frigid, unresponsive Wilma Dud wife and dreary cunt. Wilma laughed. The old Wilma was gone. The pain of bondage had forced her to endure the fury of a grinding cock, and now, in her bewildered mind, she found she delighted in the joyous suffering!
Wilma's eyes wrenched shut, cords bulging tensely in her neck. The searing pleasure of pain burned all other thoughts from her twisted mind. She gasped a quick breath as she felt the first thick spurt of jism pump into her delirious cunt. She made her wet cunt muscles grind against his cock.
Jack grimaced as though he had to wring the stuff from his aching nuts.
"God, I love how your cunt clings!"
I'm good! Wilma's mind roared in triumph. As good or better than any fucking cunt there is! I'll show him. I'll show Jack and his beautiful big cock how hot and tight my twat can be. I'll show Wanda too. She'll have to watch and wish and burn with envy!
"Ooooh! fuck me, Jack!"
He couldn't hear. His heart beat like raging thunder in his ears. Bolts of liquid lightning spurted from his cock. He couldn't believe how snug and tight his wife's cunt had become . . . how it pulled and twisted and so forcefully milked his dick.
"You're the best!" he groaned. "Oh, God I love the way you fuck my big cock!"
"The best!" Wilma crooned. Then she smiled, wondering-can you hear that, Wanda? Jack likes my cunt best! Better than yours, you horny bitch! Better than any!
"Ungh! Ungh! Aargh! I'm gonna fuck you full, pump your twat until it drips hot cream!"
"Oooh, Jack do it! Drown my twat. Make it bubble!" Her grinding climax began, and then Wilma could think of nothing else. She moaned and screamed, squirming beneath Jack's twat crushing weight. She pulled in a wild frenzy against the heavy cords that bound her wrists and set her tortured mind free at last.
When the last joyous shiver had passed when Wilma could breathe deeply, still trembling from the ecstatic thrill of complete release, she turned to the breath-fogged window and leered, letting Wanda see bow much she loved to wring the dripping length of lack's big cock.
But the fog of hot breath on the front window had cleared. Wanda wasn't there .