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A stick, a chair, and some ropes: this vintage Japanese rope bondage is simple-but-odd in a very traditional Japanese way.

I think this psychedelic bondage art from a groovy Italian horror fumetti may be the first time I’ve ever seen a skull placed to censor an otherwise bare pussy:

It’s detail from the cover of Fumetti Folk #5.

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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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