FANTASIES OF A BONDAGE WRITER

 

Susan, nude and bound, hurried down the long hallway on her hands and knees. 

            The Master wants me!  The thought made tingles run down her spine.  He wants me!  

            SWAT!  She whimpered as a riding crop swatted her on the ass.  “Faster, slave!”  Marcus, the trainer, was keeping pace with her.  SWAT!  “Don’t keep the master waiting!”

            Susan sped up, anxious to avoid the pain of the crop—and far more anxious to serve the needs of the Master.  A door opened before her…

            “Inside, bitch.”  Marcus hustled her into a large, tastefully decorated room.  “On the bed—kneel in the center!”

            Susan obeyed as quickly as she could, kneeling with her back straight, her hands on her thighs—ready for the Master’s pleasure.

            This is what I was made for, she told herself.  What my whole life has been leading up to!  She heard footsteps coming toward the bed, pushed her breasts a little further out. 

            And then he was there, regarding her with measuring eyes. 

            “Is she ready, Marcus?”

            “As ready as I can make her.”

            “Good.”  He stripped off his robe.  “Then let’s see just how good a slave she is…”

 

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God, what pap!  Don Marlowe shook his head as he wrote ‘The End’ before hitting SAVE on his computer.  Still, it seems to be what the readers want.  He ran a quick spell check then sent the finished story to his publisher.  I wish I could write about other characters—characters that really mean something to me…  Marlowe’s mind wandered.  I remember watching the old FLASH GORDON Serials when I was a kid.  Dale Arden was something really special.  He grinned.  Especially when Jean Rogers played her in that white harem outfit.  His grin grew wider.  It would be fun to write about her!  He scratched his head.  What would I call it…

 

 

Part One

 

FLASH GORDON AND THE LEATHER QUEEN OF MONGO

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Dale Arden stirred, moaning at the sharp pain that seemed to run throughout her arms and shoulders.  Oww!  She tried to move them—and found she couldn’t.  Something’s wrong!

            She opened her eyes—and discovered that she was dangling from a chain fixed to cuffs around her wrists.  She struggled for a second, stretching—trying to touch the floor with her toes—before realizing it was just a bit out of reach. 

            How did I get in this situation?  She remembered dining with Flash, Princess Aura, and Prince Barin the night before.  Where are they?  Realization struck.  They must have drugged us, taken us…  She looked around.  Where?

            Only then did she realize that she was naked—stripped to bare skin.  Shit!  She tried once again to reach the floor.  I’ve got to get out of here…

A man came from a door to her right, moving across the poured concrete floor in her direction.  What does he want?  The man stopped in front of her and she saw a long black object dangling from his hand. 

            “FLASH!”  Her cry went for naught as the man’s electro-lash sliced across her shoulders and back.  “Bastard!”  She gritted her teeth, trying to bite off the scream of agony that was welling up inside her.

            That scream turned shrill with unexpected agony as the electrical charge in the whip was released into her flesh.  She almost fainted with the pain, her body going limp in its bonds…  That was terrible!  She stared at her tormentor in terror.  Dale had been whipped before—lashed by Azura, the Witch Queen of Mongo—but this was different-- more painful, more personal…

            Dale moaned, unable to speak as her torturer drew the whip back for another lash.  Flash saved me then.  Where…

            “FLASH!” she screamed again as the whip whizzed through the air and impacted on her naked hips.  Her body jerked, dancing to the pain.  Pain that went on and on as the man applied lash after lash—never stopping, never giving her the chance to faint, to die…

 

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Chapter Two

 

“Only you can help her, Earthman,” Leandra, the leather queen of Mongo purred the words into Flash’s ear.  “You are the only one who can stop her pain…”

            Flash Gordon watched the leather-clad torturer continue to whip his beloved.  Her shrieks filled his ears as he fought the bonds that held him in place.

            Bonds made of metal that did not loosen at all.

            “You can’t get free.”  The queen’s finger ran down his straining bicep.  “These bonds were specially forged from the same steel used to chain the Fire Gecko beneath Ming’s palace.”  Her finger moved to his naked chest.  “And your friends cannot help you.”  She chuckled.  “Prince Barin is in a place very much like this, watching his wife Aura dangling from her own chains.”  The finger moved down Flash’s chest.  “Of course, Aura is probably enjoying the treatment she is receiving…”  She glanced through the transparent wall that constituted one side of Flash’s cell.  “Your own Dale, on the other hand.”  She gestured at the naked form writhing on the end of her chain.  “Clearly is not.”

            Flash saw the lash strike Dale again—heard her groaning scream.

            “How much can she take, Earthman?”  The Queen let her finger move lower still.  “How much pain?”

            Flash heard Dale’s scream of agony as the lash fell again—saw her frenzied fight to break free that ended as finally, mercifully, she passed out.

            “I see she’s managed to escape the pain.”  The Queen stepped away from Flash, touched a control on the wall.  “But only for a moment.”  She watched as her minion put the whip down and moved to reposition the unconscious girl.  “A tiny, insignificant moment …”

 

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Flash watched as the man in the adjourning room arranged Dale like some sort of rag doll.  She was released from the dangling chain and pressed against the wall where metallic rings snapped into place around her wrists, neck, and ankles, holding her in a wide-spread position. 

            When all was done to his satisfaction, the torturer turned toward the wall, waiting for a signal…

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“What are you going to do to her, you fiend!” Flash blurted the words out, unable to contain himself any longer.

            “I’m not going to do a thing.”  The leather queen returned to Flash’s side, her hand moving down his broad chest.  “You are.”

            “I’ll never hurt Dale!”

            “But you will.”  The queen traced the Earthman’s nipples.  “For she will be tortured until you agree to do what I say.”

            “What do you want?”

            “I told you.”  Her hand moved further down, touching Flash’s flat belly.  “I want you to do exactly what I tell you.”

            “Never!”

            “Then Dale will suffer.”  The queen leaned forward and touched a control stud on a wide bracelet she wore on her left wrist.  “Suffer horribly.”  She seated herself alongside the bound hero.  “Watch…”

 

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