The leather mask shrouded Marcus Von Traum. He lurked
behind it. Thick lines of tension seemed to play under the leather. Von Traum
touched the mask. It was in place.
The proceedings could begin. Marcus Von Traum smiled,
although no one could see the curl of his lips. His mouth was hidden behind the
mask. He laughed once - a short burst-which was amplified through the large
Wall-speakers cast the man's laugh to the assembled men.
It was followed by an amplified voice. "Gentlemen. Now that we are in
proper form, I shall explain what will transpire. I'll explain it once."
The steely eyes looked at the leather strapped men. Von Traum continued slowly.
"The women will be brought out soon. They will be marked
and the games will begin. I am in charge. You must know that as much as the
women. They will obey my wishes and you gentlemen may join in only at my
request." He stared at the men, walking slowly forward. He pulled his high
leather gloves up to his elbows.
Then he paused. He was close to the men. His voice boomed
out from the speakers. Von Traum paced before them. He strutted as he walked.
"The woman that I pick will be my companion for a
year. She'll share my lust as well as my sorrows." Von Traum stopped and
spoke to the men. He slapped the sides of his thighs. The leather pants cracked
under his strong hands. Von Traum was smiling again.
The men before him were silent, respectful. Von Traum
stood. His legs were encased in strong leather pants that flared out at the
bottom. The crotch was seamed in a circle. A small tab hung from one end, where
the seam could be opened. Von Traum's hands slowly began moving toward that
circle. Just as they reached the centre of his crotch, the fingers lashed for
the tab and the circle open. Von Traum's cock fell
A loud bell sounded over the speakers. A door opened. All
the men turned to watch. The contest had begun.
From a far end of the large stone-arched room, a line of
naked women walked slowly toward the men. The leather clad men moved back to
comfortable seats at Von Traum's command.
Only the host was left to greet the women. He stood at
attention. Only his hands were fondling his prick instead of remaining at his
sides. The women came forward. They smiled as they passed in turn in front of
the leather-clad admirers.
Von Traum watched each woman as she passed by. His eyes
were greedy. They drank in every line of feminine flesh. He measured the
softness in the bodies. His fingers yanked on his prick. It grew hard as he
"STOP!" He shouted at the women in a loud
voice. They halted, instantly. A line of white flesh stretched from one end of
the room to the other. Von Traum cracked his gloved knuckles and walked along
"Is there anyone here who wishes to leave? There
will be no way of fleeing the estate once you are branded." The man cast
his eyes to the array of cunts.
The women shifted in their places. But no one left. Von
Traum chuckled to himself. He raised two fingers into the air above his head.
Immediately, from a far corner, two men came running with a white-hot poker.
The end had been bent into an infinity sign.
Von Traum took the branding iron and waved it once around
his leather covered head. The smoke spun from the iron. He walked the length of
the line, pausing now and then to stare at a woman. He was already testing
their resolve. His eyes burned like the branding iron. A few women quivered
slightly, but they all waited patiently.
"Who will be first?" He cracked his voice.
The women fidgeted and suddenly one stepped forward. She
was a tall redhead. Her slender head was held high, and her long hair flowed
like copper. She stood three paces in front of the women.
Von Traum and the two helpers proceeded to the woman. The
leather-masked man faced her. His assistants bound her slim arms to her side.
They clutched her tightly.
"Spread your thighs. Shove your cunt out at
me." The woman reacted instinctively. She thrust her hairy pussy in front
of her. Von Traum leaned forward and sniffed the strong muskiness that rose
from the auburn-coloured pubic hairs.
The poker still steamed. Von Traum aimed for the cunt
itself. A strong whiff of smoke filled the area. The branding iron rested on
the woman's cunt. Then it came away. The infinity sign had been burnt onto the
cunt. The woman relaxed her muscles, collapsing into the arms of Von Traum's
retainers. They carried her away. Von Traum returned to the front of the line.
The branding iron was taken from his hands for re-heating. He pulled up his
gloves. The first branding had been good. Now the women were a bit more
apprehensive. But they still held their places. Von Traum spoke into the small
"I'm pleased that you all want to join me. From the
moment you are branded, you are an official candidate for Miss Masochist. I
will be the sole judge. The winner will be crowned by me, and will live here
for a full year. She will serve me, and she will take her pleasure with
Von Traum paused as he received the branding iron again.
He walked to the head of the line and menaced the first cunt. The iron burnt
his symbol into the human flesh. The woman screamed with the pain, then she bit
her lip to hold back her emotions.
One by one, Von Traum made the women part of his personal
fold. Once branded, they were marked as his. He could then proceed to treat
them as chattels. And they would enjoy it.
Von Traum had spent the better part of the year selecting
his candidates for this gruelling contest. He had had preliminary sessions with
each woman. They had all tested well, and he knew that they liked the
humiliation ... the torture he was about to give. They had begged to
participate in the upcoming contest and Von Traum had consented. Now they were assembled and he made his way down the line. He marked each
cunt in turn. The pubic hairs smouldered as the hot brand was applied.
Each woman reacted with undisguised horror. But each
feeling of horror seemed to be wiped away as he applied the mark. His leather
pants crackled as he tingled with passion. Von Traum certainly felt passion.
His cock was vibrating each time he walked about. His hands poked the brand
with unerring accuracy to the centre of each woman's pussy.
The rising smoke covered the iron shaft. The metal pole
seemed to disappear into each cunt. When the smoke cleared, the women were all
ready for the contest to get under way. They had spread themselves about the
room to rest. Yon Traum paced back and forth nervously. The branding iron had
been replaced with a long leather whip and he tapped the shank against his
legs. The hall was silent, expectant. The men watched from their seats, their
own hard cocks free. They too had undone their front pieces. Everyone watched
Von Traum as he surveyed the scene. They waited for his words.
"I have picked a number of interesting tasks for you
to perform." He addressed the women. They picked up their heads to listen.
"Soon, I shall ask you all to leave the room. Then one by one you will
re-enter at my command. At that time you will be given
a task to perform or a duty to endure. I shall command, and you shall obey.
"Any deviation from the orders shall be met by my
whip." The male lifted the long thong over his head. It cracked in a sharp
line in front of him. The end flicked close to a woman's toe and she huddled
back against the wall. Von Traum laughed and the men echoed his cry. "Now
leave the room." His voice was stern and the
women reacted quickly.
The naked women filed from the room. Von Traum shut the
door behind them. Then he turned to the men again. "I trust your cocks are
beginning to feel hard enough. Soon I shall stiffen them even more." He
threw his head back and laughed aloud.
The men murmured amongst themselves. They stopped as soon
as Von Traum began speaking again. "The first woman to p join us will be
Felicia Sparrow. What is in store for her you will soon see." He cracked
his whip and the door opened. A pair of large male hands shoved Felicia into
the room. All eyes were on her ripe form. She caught her balance and walked
slowly for- ward. Her slender figure bloomed with succulent tits. Her hips were
round and fleshy. Felicia's thighs shook
slightly as she approached Von Traum.
"Hello." She spoke sweetly to him.
"Stand there." Von Traum proceeded to walk
around the woman. He looked her over. His fingers itched inside his gloves and
he had to work to hold himself from grabbing the woman.
"You slut!" He shouted at her. "You cunt! Who do you think you are, speaking to me before I
address you? You bitch! I should smack you with my whip. Or with this!"
His leather-gloved hands shot out and whacked across her face. The woman was
knocked to the ground. She braced herself on the floor. Von Traum stood over
her, his fist opening and closing.
"Get up. Hurry up, move." The woman tried to
stand, but her movements were too slow for Von Traum.
He grabbed her arms and lifted her. The whip dropped. Von
Traum released the woman's arms.
"Now see what you've made me do?" He brandished
his fist in front of the frightened woman. "Pick it up." Von Traum
pointed to the alien lash.
The woman bent over to get it. Von Traum placed the heel
of his leather boot on her back. She fell flat on her face, cracking her chin
on the floor.
"Slut ... clumsy slut." Von Traum laughed as he
bent to help the woman up again.
In their seats, the onlookers slapped their leather
thighs or fingered their hard pricks.
Von Traum was flushed with pride. His little show was
proceeding well. The guests were enjoying themselves. He lifted the fallen
woman to her feet. She tottered back into place. She rubbed her chin. Her arm
crossed back and forth in front of her bare tits.
"Give me your breasts!" Von Traum barked the
order. The woman dropped her chin and thrust her breasts out at the staring
The host grabbed the two boobs with his thick gloves and
rubbed the hard leather along the smooth flesh. The woman seemed to tighten her
body into place. Von Traum stroked back and forth. His fingers circled the ends
and he squeezed the nipples. Long spiralling points of lust radiated up from
"Kneel!" Von Traum yanked on the hanging tits.
He pulled the woman to the ground. She was on her hands and knees, her tits
hanging from her chest. Von Traum walked quickly away. He retrieved his whip
once more. Standing behind her, he whooshed the whip around his head. The sound
ripped through the air. The woman cringed, waiting for the expected lash. The
whirring sounds continued faster and faster. Von Traum menaced her with the
whip. At the same time he felt his cock grow bigger.
Just the thought of bringing the hard cracking whip
onto her naked flesh made his prick tingle. Gathering his balls in the palm of
his hand, he let them flop against the leather front of his pants.