Note from author- Another fun parody inspired by the classic Hanna-Barbera cartoon. Special kudos to legendary bondage illustrator Bill Ward from the sixties.
x
Penelope Pitstop, heiress to a vast fortune, was in perpetual peril from her fortune seeking guardian, Sylvester Sneekly. Unknown to the southern belle, he was really that villain of villains, the Hooded Claw, who would stop at nothing to get his hands on her money.
The glamour gal of the gas pedal was in old London town, in order to deliver an old original oil painting to the Earl of Crumpet. It was to be a good will gesture from the United States to England, as it had been found to have been purloined many years ago.
As she drove to his rural mansion, the Claw and his devious henchmen, the Bully Brothers had gone ahead and erected false signposts, directing the poor girl to another location.
When she arrived at the quaint, and rather rundown old building the ditzy blonde was met at the door by a heavily disguised Hooded Claw.
"Good day to you Sir, am I addressing the Earl of Crumpet?" She enquired, her long lashes fluttering under her purple racing hat.
"Indeed you are, please enter, you're just in time for afternoon tea."
Penny walked in on her chic white go go boots, her cute bottom rolling seductively from side to side in her tight fitting maroon leggings. She took off her pink jacket and sat at a large table, then she set her helmet down and shook her long blonde hair about her shoulders.
The Claw hobbled back in with a tray containing a teapot and china cups. He supressed a snigger and set the tray down.
"Welcome to sodden old England, sorry about the rain."
"It sure is a change from Georgia, that's for sure." She said dourly.
"Drink up my dear, then we can study the painting together."
The bubbly blonde took a dainty sip of the hot tea and immediately felt strange.
"Oh my, I do feel strange." (Told you- author's note.)
"What kind of tea is that, anyhow?" Penelope tried to move but her limbs failed her.
The Hooded Claw leapt up and roared, throwing his wig from his head, and donning his face mask.
"Hah, the drugged kind that is going to get you once and for all."
"Oh my stars, it's the Hooded Claw, hay-ulp!" Penny put her hand to her brow and promptly blacked out.
x
When Penelope awoke she was face down on a large four poster bed in some sort of damp basement. She blinked in the harsh electric light and tried to raise her head. Her body was spread eagled, her arms above her head and tied at the wrists by rough rope. The rope from her left trailed around the top left poster and around the headboard to her right wrist. Penny's ankles were also tied to the lower two posts in the same way.
The honeyed blonde was totally nude!
"What's going on? Where am I? And why have all my clothes gone?" Sobbed the helpless girl.
She squirmed and pulled on her binds in a futile gesture, her stomach fluttering with panic. Two pillows had been placed beneath her stomach and her cute rear was raised up into the air in the most erotic manner.
"Bottoms up as the English say, yuk yuk!"
The voice came from her left and belonged to none other than her nemesis, the Hooded Claw.
"You despicable, dirty devil, let me up this instant!"
"Oh, I think not, am I right Madame?"
"Absolutely my dear, absolutely."
Penny turned her head to look at a tall English woman who stood next to the snickering mad man.
"And who might you be, pray tell?" Asked the helpless captive in her sweet voice.
Next thing the ex wacky racer knew was a slap across her face.
"Goodness me, that hurt!"
The stunned Penny saw stars in her eyes and her face turned a deep scarlet.
"Silence, wretch, we do the talking here."
The woman had an educated English accent as she yelled. The Claw clapped his hands in glee.
"This is wonderful, I'm so glad you came to London. Please meet Madame De Sade, and yes, she IS a direct descendant. Oh, I'm going to learn so much today."
The woman had long, shimmering raven hair that fell down straight to her shoulders like an ebony mane. In contrast her complexion was pale, apart from two rosy cheeks. Her dark eyes were kohl lined and her mouth was a slash of fire truck red.
A one piece black leather bodice fitted her upper body like a glove, and her stupendous breasts jutted out proudly in the hard cups. Her already small waist was further narrowed by the tight bodice and her hips flared out just above the tops of her sheer black fishnet stockings. With long legs that never knew when to quit, her thighs and calves curved down to her impossible six inch, pencil thin heels. Her arms were bare to the elbows, where a pair of skin tight black leather gloves covered her hands.
"Oh dear, am I in trouble or what! What are you going to do to me, foul temptress?"
Penny's azure blue eyes took in the woman's bared loins between alabaster white thighs. The ravishing creature had an exposed pussy mound that was covered in hair as black as midnight. She walked up and down beside the bed, her heels click clacking on the wooden floor. The bound beauty followed her with her eyes, mesmerised by her rotund posterior that thrust out behind her. Then Penny felt a draft and a gloved hand yanked her head back by a handful of her hair. Now the spanking started. Time after time the peachy bottom of the cute blonde vibrated with an onslaught of blows from the leather glove. Penny was forced to hump the pillows under her midriff as loud smacks rained on her buttocks, sometimes separately, sometimes together.
"Hot damn! That stings!" Yelled the wide eyed girl.
The southern belle quickly realised that the punishment actually had the mixed effect of pain and a guilty pleasure, as she felt a warmth in her loins. It was wicked and wrong, but she was overcome by a guilty lust.
She turned her head in surprise when the vicious dominatrix began to kiss her rosy hued posterior tenderly. Then she felt her erstwhile tormentor straddle her prone frame and settle her lush curves on her back. The leather rubbed her soft skin as the English woman moved along her back, her legs on the backs of hers. Penny tried to buck and toss, but the movements only enhanced the erotic sensation of being smothered.
"That, that feels kind of nice," moaned Penny.
Then she hissed with the sudden intrusion of the kid glove probing the cleavage of her reddened buttocks. The sweet Georgia peach closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to supress the groan that lingered on her lips. She writhed helpless under the expert caresses of the woman's hand, straining at the cords of the ropes.
"She's getting nice and wet now, my dear Claw."
Indeed Penelope had puffy lips between her widened legs, and her juices were nicely thickening from within.
The Hooded Claw, seated on a chair about three feet from the bed, had dropped his pants and was frantically tugging on his erect cock.
"Excellent, keep going." He panted, the sight of the tethered blonde has him salivating.
The lecherous mistress moved backwards and slid her full lips over the raised rump of the former wacky racer, whose young heart raced wondering what was next. The hot breath and slippery tongue caused the sugar sweet Penny to quiver and dribble from her melting folds. The Madame dipped the pinkie finger of her right hand into the hot slit and rotated it in an anti clockwise motion. Then she poked the tip of her pointed tongue inside the sweet pussy again and moved it rapidly in and out.
"My stars, keep that up and my little ol' pussy is gonna cream!"
Penny felt her face burn with shame, yet she wished for more!
Madame De Sade now licked and sucked the syrupy nectar from the gushing girl, her gloves spreading her ass cheeks open. The adorable blonde beauty whimpered and rolled her hips the best she could manage, being pinned to the bed.
The Hooded Claw beat his meat as he watched the raven haired strumpet nuzzle Pitstop with her face buried in the girls damp quim. Her skilled tongue teased and tickled Penny, who felt her climax begin to reach boiling point.
