"That's it. Let me see how strong you are." Karen wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened the thighs into a crushing grip.
A flash of lust sprang from his balls and Tony heaved at the straps, puffing her clear of the floor, her feet high over his back his fret sliding on the smooth linoleum.
He fell, crushing her and she shrieked with desire.
"More. All of it. Hit me, Tony. With your cock. I want you to hurt me. Now. Please." She scraped her fingernails over his shoulders. "Bitch!" He slammed with his cock, trapped between her legs.
"Yes. Like that. Hard. Make me scream." Her nails raked again.
"Hurt me, Tony. Oh." Karen's lust started to rumble.
"Jesus. Christ." He rammed into her, hands again pulling on the loops, trying to twist free of her legs. She held him, her thighs muscular, her lust adding to her strength.
"Oh, Tony. Yes. Oh, hard. Fuck me. OH!" She gasped with fiery passion alive in her flesh, her clit ready to explode. Her nails dug in, gouging into the firm muscles of his back, ripping at the skin.
"Son of a bitch!" Tony fucked faster, locked to her with passion, his body writhing with pain and soaring ecstasy.
She was squirming wildly under him, her tits sweaty, slipping over his chest. She clung like glue, stuck to him, arms like steel hands, legs bearing down.
The orgasm rocked her, her body all tense, cunt thrashing with spasms of animal pleasure, his dick gouging through the tight passage, raising massive waves of pure ecstasy. "Tony, Tony, Tony," she moaned breathlessly, his arms holding her off the floor, her hips slamming up in tight curls, trying to get more pleasure, more cock.
Tony began to come into the writhing cunt, his arms straining as he moved to hammer into the tight box. He fell heavily, mashing her under his pounding body. She screamed, a shrill cry of pain and passion torn from her throat.
He kept coming, a river of hot juice raging from his dick. Her nails kept ripping down his back, onto his butt and he felt real pain as the last of his gism erupted.
Karen rolled suddenly, turning them both over. She wriggled on his dick, sliding all around. "Tony. That was wonderful."
"Jesus Christ!" He went limp on the floor.
"I always make sure her hands are tied before I try to really fuck her," Al said.
"I felt you come, Tony. Oh, I felt it all inside my cunt." She kept moving heir crotch on his prick.
Tony just lay there, trying to catch his breath.
"How was he, Karen?" Brenda asked. "For real."
"Well, he was pretty good – once I got him going. But he sure didn't last as long as I wanted him to." She let the dick slide from her cunt and slowly got to her feet. "He's real strong, though. With some practice, he'll be as good as Al. Almost."
Tony rolled to his side, his back a mass of red welts from her fingernails. "Shit. That stings like hell."
"It'll go away. Just take it easy for a few minutes. She's done that to me a few times. Makes you a member of the club." Al handed Tony a fresh beer.
"Thanks." Tony managed to sit up and take the cold glass.
"Okay, Linda," Carl said. "It's time for the main event." He held up a set of chains. The links were dull blue steel. Leather cuffs were riveted to the ends of each length.
"What… what do I do?" Linda stood up, facing Carl.
"Just do exactly what I tell you to." He walked toward her, holding the chains high over his head.
"Okay, Carl." Linda went to meet him, her tits bobbing softly as she walked.
"Give me your hand." Carl grabbed her wrist as she lifted it and slid one of the leather cuffs around it, fastening the brass buckle swiftly, making sure it was very tight. He dropped the arm and a length of chain clanked on the floor. The other wrist got the same treatment, the chain trailing down as Linda lowered her arms.
The links felt heavy, the cuffs tight. She looked at the man and sensed the power of his body as he looked at her. A pulse of dark lust began to beat inside her cunt.
"Go down on me! Suck my cock!" Carl said it like an order.
"Yes." Linda obeyed immediately, dropping to her knees, planting her mouth on the heavy dick and licking it in with her tongue.
Carl ran another length of chain around her neck, drawing it tight, pulling her face close to his crotch, forcing his rising dick into her throat. She gagged for a moment, then swallowed and worked easily along the shaft. Hardness swelled the roped and she sucked faster, her head moving around as Carl pulled on the chain.
Brenda clicked out two lamps and only the gold and red light from the fire lighted them, dancing over the naked figures.
Carl swayed back and forth slowly, stroking into Linda's mouth with his hard dick.
Brenda slipped up behind Tony. "Let me put a little salve on your back. It'll take away the sting." She sat on the floor, legs out straight flanking his hips and butt.
"Okay." Tony leaned forward.
Brenda spread the salve smoothly, using just her fingertips to follow the lines of Karen's scratchings.
"Hey, that's nice. Cool." Tony relaxed a bit.
Carl took a step back from Linda. His dick stuck up close to his belly.
Linda stared at the rod, feeling her desires rise. In the flickering light it looked darker, more powerful; his body looked larger, much stronger. The ends of the chain around her neck hung almost to her tits. She stayed on her knees, waiting for the next instruction.
Al pulled Karen to him, turning her to sit on the floor in front of him between his legs, one hand on his beer glass, the other idly cruising over her boobs. They were across the room from Tony and. Brenda. Carl and Linda were in the middle of the floor between them.
The firelight played over Linda's breasts, turning the skin to a glowing gold, the nipples to ruby. Her hair took on glints of amber.
Her eyes sparkled with sexual desire.
Carl stepped up close to her, his dick throbbing with powerful lust. One hand grabbed the chain at her neck and pulled it tight, forcing her to stretch upward. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and forced her face against his balls.
Linda licked at the rocks, sticking her tongue out, the coarse hairs drabbing on it as she lapped back toward the thick curving root of the dick where it swept into the man's body. The musky smell added to her arousal and she moved her lips to kiss the hanging rocks.
"Eat 'em, baby. Eat my balls." He jammed her head into his crotch more tightly, forcing her to swallow the nuts. They filled her mouth completely until she gagged and tried to thrash away.
Carl kept her there, mashing her moving lips to his dick, pulling her hair until it hurt, a wide circle of ache spreading through her scalp.
Suddenly, Carl snatched the chains on her arms. He pulled her and she fell backward, sprawling on the floor. He dragged her several feet across the hard floor, yanking on the chains until her arms were taut behind her head, the shoulders taking the full force of his pull.
Linda saw Al and Karen watching, Karen playing with Al's dick, he moving his hand on her tits. She looked to the other side and saw Brenda slip a hand over Tony's cock. Tony did not seem to mind at all.
Linda arched her hips, spreading her legs. "Take me, Carl, fuck me hard."
"I will. When I'm ready." He let the chains drop to the floor and went over to his supply cabinet.
When he turned to face her again he held a pair of antique leg irons in one hand and a shiny black leather belt in the other. The leg irons were once used to keep slaves in the holds of ships; they were still rusty but very usable. The belt had narrow strips of leather hanging from it, some of them tipped with shiny chrome spikes.
Carl crouched between her spread legs and fitted one end of the leg iron around her ankles, fixing it firmly in place. A length of chain about two feet long stretched to the other rough iron circle and he swiveled and bound the other ankle securely.