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.