"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.
CHAPTER SIX
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.