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Like many good bondage stories, Deb’s begins when she wakes up on the training farm, confused and disoriented and strapped down, with a burning pussy from the aphrodesiac drugs that were in the drink she should never have drank:

When Deb woke up the next morning she felt a tingling and burning in her cunt. Without opening her eyes she instinctively tried to moved her hand to her pussy. Her eyes sprang open when she realized her arms were being restrained somehow. She tried to turn her head but found it held in place somehow. She frantically tried to move her feet and legs. From what she could see and feel, she was in some sort of a metal chair that was reclined to a 45 degree angle. As Deb looked down at her own body, she realized she was naked and secured with thick leather straps to the metal chair.

“Chair” was the closest word that came to her mind, but it was not like any chair she had ever sat in. The chair seemed as though someone had attached a cold, flat suit of armor, onto the entire back side of her body. It was bent at just the right places to fit the joints of her arms, legs, shoulders and hips. This suit of armor however was frozen in position with her legs bent at the knees and her legs spread out to each side. Her arms were slightly bent at the elbows and spread out away from her body.

As she realized her situation she tried to spit out the object in her mouth. The ball gag pressing into her mouth was not only fastened to the back of her head, but was part of the restraint tied to the chair device.

“Mrs. Johnson,” a voice she recognized as Jeff’s boomed out from behind her. “There’s no need to talk, I know what you are going to say and I am not interested in hearing it,” Jeff spoke as he walked around the chair and stood between her wide spread knees, looking at her open and very exposed sex.

“I will explain quickly why you are here, because it fits with my plans to do so,” Jeff talked as he unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt and let them slide to the floor. Deb stated at the monster size cock swinging between the man’s legs.

“You’ve been given a drug I found in Japan, that will stimulate the nerves and heighten the feelings around your cunt and nipples. The tingling you feel works to keep you aroused when not being touched. The craving effects are irresistible and usually last for 3 to 4 hours. What you were given last night was a small oral dose, combined with mostly knockout drops. You should have had some wild dreams last night,” Jeff explained as he stroked his long cock.

“I must tell you, there is one small side effect of the drug you’ve been given jest now. It will not allow you to reach orgasm, which is extremely useful in this part of the training,” Jeff smiled as he watched the terror and excitement on the face of the woman bound before him.

Deb tried to fight the incredible stirrings in her pussy. As her cunt muscles involuntary squeezed together she felt her pussy juices gush out and run down the crack of her ass. Jeff placed the tip of his cock on Deb’s clit and rubbed it up and down while he spoke. Deb stopped listening for several seconds as her whole body exploded with the feelings she was experiencing from the touch of Jeff’s cock on her now engorged clit…

From Deb’s Farm Training by Jake Speare.

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What a cute matched set of bondage twins! The rope harness and bamboo elbow restraint would probably be enough to keep them secure, but the heavy wooden neck stocks keeps them neatly packaged:

Artwork from Kitan Club.

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What I love about these pulp cover vampire captive scenes is that our heroine has plenty of clothing; she was carefully arranged to be showing bare tits before she was tied to that pole! Which only goes to prove that even vampires, who are supposed to be motivated only by blood hunger, understand the sexual aesthetics of a good pulp cover:

Art is from the cover of Il Vampiro #21.

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This mummy has just been wrapped in her bondage bandages and she’s ready to be be put in the tomb. She’s so fresh, they didn’t even wait for her to die! Perhaps the plan is for her to serve her pharaoh in the next life:

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In The Unholy Master by John Reskind (LLP-126, Liverpool Library Press 1968), our newlywed couple’s honeymoon cruise is not going well. She came virgin and chaste to the altar and was horrified by their first bout of connubial sex, and her husband? He’s not having it:

She had rolled her back to him, as if he were not speaking, not even in the room. Rage had welled up inside him.

“Damn you!” he swore, ripping the sheet from her to expose her luscious white body to him once more. “You’re my wife now, and you’ll act like a wife!”

She had stared at him, her eyes widening in fear once more as she saw him jerk the robe from himself and his thick cock leap into its rigid state yet again.

I must’ve looked like a madman that time, he thought, remembering how he had thrown himself on top of her once more.

“You beast, beast, beast!” she’d gasped, trying to struggle with him, clawing at him with her long nails and kicking wildly as she writhed beneath him.

It was then that he had groped for his robe, pulled loose its tie-cord and brutally secured her hands behind her. Her struggles weakened. She was exhausted. Tears of humiliation and heartbreak stained her cheeks. He hardly knew what he was doing, only that she belonged to him and that she had to be made to know this. All resistance left her and he pulled her back across the bed so that her hips rested on the edge, her legs trailing down to the floor. She wept, hatred and shame spewing from her eyes. He pushed her thighs wide apart once again and she began to sob louder as he thrust his cock into her cunt once more, half standing, half laying across the soft, naked flesh of her buttocks and as his hot, fleshy staff drubbed up and up into her wide-stretched passage, he couldn’t contain his almost obscene gasping grunts, which mingled with her sobs and then lost itself in a continuous pant of lust…

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The engineering school is very strict, but compliance with the rules is high. Administrators find that repeat offenders are rare. As this kenneled woman could tell you, a week of nude display in the school hallways is usually enough public humiliation to drive home the lesson. The rules must be obeyed!

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There’s little I like more than a story of an unhappily married, sexually-frustrated man who convinces his wife to put her neck and wrists into an authentic set of unattended wooden dungeon stocks “for a photo.” She’s not getting out so easily!

“I want a picture,” Tony Rollins said, as his hand left the light switch and he walked over to the old wooden stocks.

“Then take it!” his wife, Debby, urged, her voice little more than a whisper.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her tits to try to hold out the chill her wispy halter top couldn’t prevent. Even her ass was cold. The tight little short-shorts, as yellow as her hair, didn’t help much. They were so snug that they showed the crack of her ass, and the crease of her cunt. Even though it was a summer evening, the dank old dungeon in northern New England felt like winter was coming on.

“That’s not what I mean,” Tony said stubbornly, turning back to stare at Debby.

God, he looks like a nerd, Debby thought. Standing there with a camera dangling from his neck down to his chest. His dark, brown hair looked washed-out in the yellowed light the old bulbs along the wall gave out, and the rough features of his face were shadowed.

“You really don’t mean for me to get into that thing, do you?” Debby asked incredulously. “I wouldn’t do that in a million years!”

“Don’t be such a bore,” he chided her. “This is the most exciting thing that’s happened in five years of marriage.”

“Well, it’s not all my fault!” Debby spat, a tinge of anger suddenly coloring her fear. “I can’t help it if I don’t like all those lewd things you want to do.”

“Just think what your friends on the beach would say about the picture,” he urged her. “Everyone would get so excited that they would listen to you for days. You could tell them all about this spooky old mansion in Maine with a torture chamber, and have the pictures to back up what you say.”

Debby moved closer to the old device. It looked like a short, heavy wooden wall with three holes in it, two for the hands and one for the neck. A solid beam across its top was hinged, with a bolt lock on the other end. Once someone was locked into that, there would be no way they could get out.

“If I let you take the pictures, can we leave then?” Debby asked.

“Just a couple from in front, then some from the side,” he assured her. “Just enough that you’ll have proof for your beach friends that you really did find an old dungeon.”

Debby glanced once more around the enormous room. It was like a scene out of a late night horror movie, and she wouldn’t have been a bit surprised to see Vincent Price walk in. Every torture device that Debby had ever noticed in those eerie old flicks was somewhere about, in addition to a lot she didn’t recognize. Just the sight of them sent chills down her near naked back, and Tony wanted her to play the tortured maid.

But he was right about her needing the pictures to convince her friends. And only for that reason was she willing.

“Okay,” she finally relented. “But just long enough for you to take those photographs. And then little Debby is going to get her ass out of here before the vampire bats show up.”

Tony grunted, and finally managed to push the cross-beam up and out of the way. Hesitantly, Debby dropped to her bare knees and crept forward until her neck was in place.

“The hands,” Tony urged her. “If you don’t put your hands in, it won’t look real.”

Debby wished she didn’t agree. She never liked to be pinned down, and that was part of the problems with sex. A heaving man leaning on her had never seemed much fun, and that was why she insisted on being on top. That way she could fuck Tony and still keep control. She always knew exactly where his cock was, and she could keep his prick away from her asshole and mouth. She couldn’t understand why he would want something so lewd, and she wasn’t about to find out. Just being fucked by her little pussy should be enough for any man.

The heavy cross-beam thunked down and she heard the bolt slip into the lock. When she protested, Tony assured her that it was only so the pictures could look real.

“Well, hurry up,” Debby complained. “This thing is damned uncomfortable.”

“It’s supposed to be,” he laughed, scooting back several feet so he could look down at his captured wife.

Blonde bangs fell down onto her forehead, and sea-blue eyes stared up at him. Her features were delicate, but deeply tanned, giving her the look of a true California girl. Trapped there in the stocks, she didn’t look a day over seventeen.

“Take the pictures, dammit!” she hissed when she saw Tony hesitate.

He was standing there like a statue. Even his dark, brown eyes, seeming black in the dimness, seemed cut out of stone.

“Tony!” she squealed. “Hurry up! This thing is killing my neck and my back.”

A flashbulb exploded. He had the camera to his face. Debby sighed in relief that he’d finally begun. For a second, he had looked almost evil, as if he could leave her in there.

Another flash of light, then he moved over to the side. She couldn’t see him now, but the popping flashbulbs told her that he was still nearby. Then, for several seconds, there was no sound or flashing lights.

“That’s enough, Tony,” Debby said, squirming in the grasp of the devilish torture device.

“It doesn’t look right, yet,” her husband answered in a strange voice. “It’s the clothes that make it all wrong. A woman should be naked in the stocks.”

Indeed she should! But I’m afraid that for most of the rest of Dungeon Wife (by Henry Perkins) our tricked bondage heroine is indeed naked in the stocks, or in worse bondage contrivances…