INTRODUCTION

 

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..."

 

***

 

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...

 

 

BOOK 1

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...

 

 

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 ..."

 

***

 

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...

 

***

 

"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..."

 

 

Chapter Three

 

On the other side of the wall, the torturer rolled a dolly-cart full of gear to Dale's side. Ignoring her lolling head, the man fit alligator clips to each of her nipples, clamping them tightly in place. Another set of clips went to her earlobes, a third to her big toes.

When those were in place, he pulled out a larger device-one that he slipped into her widely-spread cunt.

Even unconscious, Dale was aware enough to moan softly as it went in.

The man took a second, similar, device and placed it against her virgin asshole. He waited a long second, careful to get the angle exactly right-then pushed.

Dale jumped in her bonds, her entire body shaking as she was shocked out of her faint, screaming in outrage and pain...

 

***

 

"The device is of my own design." The Queen watched, seemingly entranced, as the torturer attached a web of wiring to the various clips that now covered Dale's writhing body. "It will administer a series of electrical shocks," she turned to Flash. "At first, each shock will be of exactly the same intensity." She smiled. "The machine measures the girl's reaction in each area-mapping out those that are most sensitive to pain."

The wires were all in place now.

"Once the machine is able to judge her sensitivity, my trainer will be able to carefully target her most sensitive areas, increasing the level of pain each time." The Queen's smile widened. "Her suffering will be exquisite!"

"What do you want me to do?" Flash fought the bonds that held him in place. "Tell me what you want!?"

"I want your full obedience." The Queen's fingers moved down his lower chest. "I want you to do whatever I say-whenever I say it." She grinned and raised an eyebrow. "You will do anything and everything I wish."

"I..." Flash's brow furrowed. "I can't..."

"Then watch your Dale Arden suffer." The Queen touched a control on her bracelet. "Suffer for you!"

On the other side of the wall, the torturer nodded toward his unseen mistress and turned to the control box on the dolly-cart. He took a moment to run his fingers over the wires attached to Dale's body-ignoring her cries as he did so. Once he was sure that everything was properly and securely in place, he flipped a switch and entered a series of commands, ending with his finger poised over a single button.

A cruel smile appeared on his face as he pressed slowly...

 

***

 

Dale panted as she tried to fight the pain of the position she'd been put in. She was on tip-toe, her entire body pressed tightly into the wall behind her. Metallic bands held her wrists tightly to the wall, forcing her weight onto those overextended toes. I can take this, she told herself. Flash will save me...

The clips that had been attached to various parts of her body stung-nothing compared to the constant pain of the metallic things that had been forced into her ass and cunt.

I can take it. Dale forced herself to be as still as possible. I can...

She jumped as a needle-point of pain appeared in her right breast, stiffened as a similar pain came on her left...

I can take this... Dale tightened her lips, determined not to scream again. I can...

A new pain, more intense, started in her right breast. Dale bit her tongue, closed her eyes. I can take this!

Incredible agony shot through both her breasts-pain unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Dale Arden forgot her pledge and screamed in agony and fear...

 

***

 

"The first test point," the Queen nodded toward Dale's screaming, writhing form. "Is the breasts and nipples." Her fingers walked down Flash's heaving chest. "Dale Arden's seem quite sensitive."

"Please..." Flash watched the woman he loved scream wildly. "Please stop!"

"You tell me to stop." The Queen's fingers moved further down the hero's body, playing over his pubic hair before touching his fully erect penis. "And yet this part of you is quite excited." She ran her hand over his member, smiling as it rose at her touch. "Yes, quite excited." She pulled a little device out of a pouch on her belt, positioned it around Flash's dick and clicked it shut.

"Bitch!" Flash fought against the bonds as he felt the metallic device tighten around him. "You can't..."

"But I can." Her hand stroked his member. "I can do anything I want." She grinned. "This cock ring will ensure that you maintain your erection until I..." She bent over, ran her tongue along the line of his manhood. "Am ready to use it."

"I'll never..."

"You have little choice in the matter." The Queen manipulated Flash's balls, smiling as he stiffened. "In fact, you have no choice. None at all."

Behind her, Dale's screams were constant-unending-reflecting a soul lost in terrible agony.

 

***

 

The pain caused by the humming and buzzing machine shocked Dale with its intensity. At first she couldn't move, her whole body locked in a rictus of agony centered on her breasts. My breasts! They're burning! She closed her eyes, fought for some degree of control. The pain went on and on as Dale shrieked and cried.

Then, as suddenly as it started, the pain stopped.

What did they do to me? Dale gasped for air and pushed her head as far away from the wall as she could, both desperate and terrified to see what had happened to her breasts ...

Nothing? Dale's body appeared untouched, unmarked save for the clips that dug into her nipples. There's no damage? Dale looked up at the man standing over the machine. That machine...

The man smiled as a new agony stabbed at Dale's feet, causing her to bang her head against the wall, screaming at this new attack...

 

***

 

"Some women's feet are more sensitive than their breasts." The Queen smiled as Dale shrieked and writhed helplessly in her bondage. "Your Dale doesn't seem to be one of them." She ran a long finger over Flash's rock-hard dick. "I wonder how she'll react when we stimulate her cunt..."

"Please!" Flash could no longer watch what they were doing to Dale. "Please don't hurt her anymore!"

"That's up to you, Flash Gordon." The Queen's finger touched the very tip of his penis, catching a drop of pre-seminal fluid. "Are you prepared to obey my orders?"

"I..." Flash hesitated for a split second-and Dale shrieked in new pain. "Yes! I'll do what you say! Now please..." He looked at the Queen, eyes begging. "Please stop hurting her!"

"All right." The queen nodded and stretched out her hand, touching a control on her ever-present bracelet. "I'll stop hurting her." She grinned. "For now."

In the other room, the torturer touched a control on his monstrous black box-and Dale shrieked one more time before fainting dead away.

"Now," the Queen turned back to Flash. "Before we do anything else..." She touched the hem of her garment, opening it down the front. "Let's see if you can please me." She let her clothing fall to the floor. "Earthman."

 

***

 

Dale moaned as she hung limp in her bonds. Her torturer had deserted her for the moment, leaving the room through a hidden door in the wall on her right.

The machine was still switched on, humming evilly.

Where's Flash? Dale kept repeating the question in her mind. Why hasn't he rescued me? She knew there was no way she could free herself-not from bonds like these, not from people who would use things like that horrid machine! He must be hurt! She nodded slightly at the thought. Flash must be injured, otherwise...

Dale shivered. Otherwise he'd have come by now.

She hoped he recovered quickly. She didn't know how much more of this torment she could take...

 

***

 

Flash was doing his best to satisfy the Leather Queen. Her constant use of fingers and hands had left him hopelessly stimulated-ready to come at any time. Dale's torment, if he was honest with himself, had increased that stimulation. With the double impetus, he'd been completely out of control when the Queen mounted him.

He'd come in seconds.

She'd laughed at his premature ejaculation, knowing that with the cock ring in place, he'd stay hard for her own enjoyment-an enjoyment she'd taken her time savoring.

"Not bad," she chuckled. "For an Earthman." She dismounted and ran her fingers down his still-rigid member. "I may decide to keep you in my bedchamber as a fuck toy."

"Dale..."

"Your Dale Arden is already destined to become such a toy," she smiled. "A pleasure slave for a Prince of Mongo." She stood, reaching for her clothing. "That is, if we are not forced to torture her to death." She smiled. "If you do not do as you are told." Her fingers touched a control. "Remember..."

Dale's screams echoed through the room-recorded during her earlier whipping.

"If you hurt her..."

"Oh," the Queen turned off the recording. "She will be hurt-punished unmercifully when she does not obey her new master." She stroked his cheek. "But that will come later. Right now, if you decide to try to trick me in any way, this machine will be switched on at its highest setting and kept that way-torturing Dale Arden indefinitely." She tapped his chin. "And you will lay strapped there the whole time, watching and listening." She ran a finger over his lips. "Do you understand?"

"I will obey you." Flash's eyes dropped. "I give you my word."

"Good." She stood again, touched a control on the wall. "Then rise." His bonds withdrew into recesses in the bondage table. "I have work for you."

Naked, his hard-on rigid in front of him, Flash Gordon rose to his feet, ready to do anything this commanding woman ordered.

 

***

 

Dale's body was trembling, exhausted by pain and the unnatural position her bondage forced her to maintain. Sweat was dripping off her and she knew that if she didn't get something to drink soon she could go into shock.

"Water." She spoke the word in the common language of Mongo. "Please..."

Her torturer was nowhere to be seen but Dale was sure that someone was monitoring her.

"Water," she pleaded. "I need water..."

Her answer came in an unexpected way. The machine set in front of her began to hum and, as if in answer, the hard metal cylinders that filled her cunt and ass came to life.

Dale moaned as they began to vibrate and shift, touching her, exciting her...