The bell above the door rang and Melissa rose to answer the summons of her cruel mistress, Diane DeMarrow. She quickly stood, spun on her heels and turned to leave the tack room.
"Oh, my God!" Melissa gasped as she found herself looking into the evil brown eyes of Bruce. Bruce was blocking the doorway, standing up straight, with his arms crossed and leering at her with a look of lust pasted to his handsome face.
"Well, hello there Melissa," Bruce hissed. He licked his lips and surveyed the curvaceous lines of her body. Then he stared right at her, piercing her eyes and making her shudder with fear.
He was certainly a good-looking man, she thought. A big man, with a massive chest, muscular arms and a thick shock of black hair on his head. Yes, Bruce was handsome. But he sure was a mean son of a bitch.
"I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck my cock, Melissa. I'm in a rather sexy mood and your cute little mouth will satisfy me for the present. So get down on your knees and suck my prick, you little wench!" As Bruce spoke, he pulled his big, thick cock out of his pants and wagged it obscenely in front of him.
Melissa dropped to her knees and, after pushing aside the black leather riding boot that she had been cleaning when Bruce first startled her, she glanced up at him. A tear ran dawn her cheek. She felt so degraded, so terribly humiliated, but she knew that Bruce would force her td suck his prick. She had no choice at all. If she refused his depraved demands, he would beat her. She reached for his cock, but he slapped her hands away brutally.
"You stupid slut," he said. "You'll suck my cock, but you'll just have to wait a little bit." At that, Bruce stepped forward and pressed his bulbous cock-tip into her eye. He moved his prick slowly over her face, stabbing it into her other eye and jabbing it into her nostril. Then his yoke thundered with a loud sadistic laugh.
Feelings of fear and hate welled up inside of the debased woman. Suddenly the bell rang again. Melissa gasped. She knew that Diane must be growing very angry at having to wait after ringing for her! If only Bruce would leave her alone.
"Bruce, please let me go," Melissa pleaded. "Diane just rang for me again. If I don't go at once, I'll be in real trouble." Melissa was begging now, hoping that he would take pity on her.
"You dumb bitch. You're not going anywhere until you suck my cock." He pressed his cock-tip against her closed lips and rubbed his member lewdly across her straight row of sparkling white teeth. "Now suck my cock! Now!" he commanded. "And suck it right or you'll be damned sorry, you stupid cunt."
Melissa had no choice. She opened her mouth wide and his prick slipped between her lips. She licked and sucked at his cock-tip. She really hated Bruce. She had only known him for a week, but she knew that he was a brutal and vicious man. Oh, he was red handsome, and quite a stud of a man, with a giant prick, a real credit to his gender. But the trouble with Bruce was… well, Bruce was nuts.
He was evil, wicked, nasty, crude and depraved. And, as if that were not bad enough, so was Diane DeMarrow, the voluptuous blonde beauty who was waiting for her upstairs in her luxurious bedroom. They were both as crazy as drunken loom. Melissa wondered how she had ever been dumb enough to get mixed up with Bruce and Diane. It was such a dreadful situation.
"I don't think your mind is on your work, Melissa," Bruce snarled. "I'm in a real horny mood today. Right now, I need a good fucking. And I think your mouth will do quite well for starters. Now get your fucking mouth moving over my prick, you bitch! And suck me nice and hard!" he shouted as he rammed his cock deep into her throat and jerked his hips violently.
Melissa sucked hard on his prick, trying to please him. But Bruce was not satisfied with her efforts. He grabbed her behind the neck, pinching her flesh cruelly, and brutally forced her head forward.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" he panted. "That's better. Keep it up sweet-cunt."
As Melissa sucked his prick, her thoughts returned to her lamentable situation. She was their slave! She had served Diane for two years, but more in the role of a servant than a sex slave. Then, a week ago, Bruce had moved into the mansion and the two of them had turned poor Melissa into a bonafide sex slave! It was almost too absurd to believe. But, it was true!
They used her as though she were a mere sexual toy to be played with whenever they felt the urge to act out their perverted sexual desires. She hated them both and swore that some day she would have her revenge. But, as for now, Melissa had to obey Bruce's decadent command or she would be brutally punished.
Bruce was panting as he stabbed his mammoth cock into her mouth. His hips jerked rhythmically as he ground his crotch into her face. His huge, thick prick was forcing Melissa's jaws apart brutally.
She grimaced in pain; tears filled her eyes. His giant cock was literally tearing the muscle fibers of her jaws. She gagged and pulled her face away from the man. His prick slipped out from between her lips. It was hard and slick, and stuck out from his matted crotch hair, wagging obscenely, as if scolding her for doing an improper cock-sucking job.
"I'm so sorry, Bruce!" she cried. "Please believe me. I'm doing the best I can. It's… it's just that your cock is so huge. It is really too big for my mouth. Please forgive me!"
"Fuck you!" he yelled as he struck her, slapping her hard across the cheek with a backhand blow that sent her sprawling on the floor. He kicked her in the side and she winched in pain. "Get the fuck up, bitch! I haven't finished with you yet. I told you to suck my cock and I meant it. Now suck me hard," he commanded. "And if your mouth is too damned small," with a cruel rasping tone of voice, "then maybe well just have to stretch it so that it fits around my cock. Now get on with it, sweet-cunt!"
She lifted herself from the floor, leaned forward, and gasped his cock once again. Melissa was really scared now. What the hell did he mean anyway when he said: we'll have to stretch your mouth so that it fits my cock?
Lifting his prick to her lips once again, she licked the underside of his cock-shaft with long tongue movements, giving special attention to the sensitive flesh just below his bulbous, hot cock-lip. Then she sucked his cock as hard as she could. She managed to suck his entire cock-shaft between her lips. But, as she sucked, his cock kept growing in her mouth. It kept getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker. Her jaws began to ache again as she sucked Bruce's cock. His giant cock seemed to grow an inch or more every time she sucked hard on it.
"Uuunngghhh," Bruce moaned. "That's it sweet-cunt. Keep it up. You're starting to get the hang of it now. Just keep on going, bitch."
Bruce was a big, muscular man with a rather extraordinary slab of cock between his legs. Melissa had never seen a cock the size of Bruce's spectacular prick. And she had seen quite a few in her twenty-one years. Bruce had an abnormally large cock, she thought. Hell, with a prick like that, Bruce could clean up at a carnival. His prick was so huge and thick that it seemed almost freakish. Yeah, she thought, Bruce would undoubtedly be a big attraction in a carnival side show. As she sucked his cock, she wondered if people would actually pay money to gape at such a gigantic cock. Then she wondered if some people might actually pay to suck his big prick.
"Oh, yes. Way to go sweet-cunt. Get down on my big cock, you little fucking bitch," Bruce blurted. "Keep it up."
Bruce was really into it now, she thought. He was face-fucking her. Stroking her brutally with his thick cock. His hips ground away in a steady back-and-forth movement. His cock was so big now that it filled her mouth to the brim. And still there were about two inches of fleshy cock-shaft that had not yet penetrated her mouth.
Melissa began to feel a swelling of hot sensation in her cunt. At first, she tried to shake off the thought, but… but there was no denying it. This brutal bastard was beginning to turn her on with his crude raping, of her mouth. Her cunt was beginning to leak pussy-juice, and a feeling of lewd sensuality welled up in her loins. She simply could not deny it.
"I'm gonna keep strokin' baby. And you just keep on suckin' and everything will be all right," Bruce hissed. His hips were jerking faster now. He was gasping for breath between each stroke. She knew that he would cum soon.
His prick sluiced deeply into her throat, cutting off her intake of air. She had a hard time breathing. She could feel the tip of his prick bouncing off of her tonsils. My God, she thought, if he does not cum soon, I may choke to death!
But she did not dare stop sucking his cock, not even for a breath of air. Bruce was a brutal bastard. He seemed to enjoy hurting people. And he might hurt her real bad if she failed to please him.
"Come on sweet-cunt," he moaned. "Get it an, you sweet little cock-sucker. Suck me off real good. Yeah!"
Melissa just kept sucking his huge pulsating cock as hard as she could. Her jaws ached terribly, but she kept it up. His cock rifled her mouth and blocked her breathing, so she just held her breath and hoped that she could bring him to an orgasm soon. She would soon faint from lack of breath! She simply had to make him cum at once.
But, at that very moment when she thought he would cum, he stopped jerking his hips. He stood perfectly still. Melissa waited for his sperm to fill her mouth and waited for him to moan in ecstasy. But he did not! He was teasing her, torturing her, she realized. He was holding his climax back she simply had to take a breath.
She pulled her mouth back along his lengthy cock-sheath until only his cock-tip was between her sucking lips. Then she took in a deep breath of fresh air. She ran her tongue along the base of his bulbous prick-knob in hopes that he would be satisfied and cum soon. But he did not cum! And he made not a sound. Melissa was scared out of her wits. What would he do next, she wondered? Her question was quickly answered.
A sharp blow of Bruce's big fist struck her forehead. For a moment, she actually saw stars and began to drift off. When she came to, she was furious. The bastard damned near knocked me out, she thought.
Bruce grabbed her by the hair, his big clammy mits clenching her curly brown locks. He yanked her mouth all the way off of his cock and cruelly twisted her face upward until their eyes met. He looked at her with a vicious grin on his face, while his prick slipped out of her mouth and hung obscenely, threateningly, menacingly.
"Listen, bitch," he said in a cold, cool, frightening voice. "I told you to suck my cock. All of my cock." His voice grew louder by measures, until he was screaming at her. "Now bitch. If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be in real big trouble. Do you get the drift, sweet-cunt? I mean, do you know exactly what I am saying to you? Because if you don't, then let me enlighten you a bit. What I just gave you was a little love tap just a little rap on the side of the head to straighten out your generally poor attitude and relative lack of enthusiasm. Now if I really get angry, I'll give you a left hook that you'll never forget… or never remember, because you'll be in a coma and won't be in any shape to remember anything. Got it, sweet-cunt? If you don't, then get it! Because I don't fuck around, see. I am one serious son of a bitch. And people who fail to take me serious, well, they usually don't live too long." He smiled wickedly and added, "You understand, don't you?"
"Yes, I understand, Bruce," she answered. "Believe me, I understand. I'm sorry. Please give me another change. I'll suck your cock right. I promise. It's just that your prick is so big. I mean, it's really beautiful. It's the most beautiful prick in the world, honest. But it's so big. I have a hard time…"
She never had a chance to finish the sentence. Bruce nailed her with a short right-hand jab to her cheek. At first, she did not even feel any pain. She was just stunned and dazed, totally confused. She drifted off and began to dream about the ice-cream man who gave her free popsicles whenever she showed him her little titties. She was back in Chicago, at her brother's funeral, at her aunt's dinner party, at the Girl Scout camp, at her church confirmation… Everything was pleasant. Her life made sense. She was happy.
"Wake up, you stupid fucking whore. Wake the fuck up, God dammit!" Bruce was shouting into her face and slapping her cheeks to bring her around. She thought about what a drag it was to be awakened out of her dream. She had been happy dreaming about the good times of her life, when she was a little girl.
But she was in reality now. And Bruce was smacking her hard, dammit. So she gazed up at him and said, "I'm okay, Bruce. I'm okay. I just passed out for a minute, that's all."
"Well, that's just fine, sweet-cunt. That's real fine because I'm not through with you yet. I almost came you know. You had me right on the edge there for a second. But then you blew it. No pun intended," he quipped. "But, now let's you and me get down to basics for a moment here sweet-cunt. I wanted you to suck my cock until I came in your cute little pouty mouth. But, the fact of the matter is, you didn't manage to complete the job, now did you?"
"No, Bruce," she replied. "I'm sorry. Really I am. I tried, but you knocked me out before I had a chance to finish."
"Well now, sweet-cunt. That's a mighty fine excuse, I must admit, but there is one major flaw to that excuse. You see, if you would have brought me off like you should have, then I wouldn't have been forced to knock you out. See what I mean?"
"Yes, Bruce. You're right," she said. All the while she was thinking about what an absolute nasty son of a bitch Bruce was. Melissa was so angry that, if she had had a gun at that moment, she would have shot Bruce right in the balls. But she knew that she simply had to be cool for now. Play it his way, because he was in charge. She had to do whatever he said or there was no telling what he might do to her.
"Well," said Bruce with an evil grin pasted on his face. "I'm still determined to cum. I'm one horny son of a bitch. And, like I told you before, I want to get my rocks off. So, since you aren't a very good cock-sucker, I guess I'll just have to use you some other way. Ain't that right sweet-cunt?"
Melissa nodded obediently.
"Get your fucking ass up off the floor, bitch!" he shouted as he grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her to the far end of the tack room.
"Don't you know that it's filthy on the floor of the tack room here?" Bruce asked her mockingly.
"Yes, Bruce. You are right. Of course," she answered, frying to humor him.
Bruce grabbed a ten foot piece of rope and began to tie her hands together behind her back.
"Please, Bruce," she wailed. "Please don't hurt me I'll do whatever you say. But please don't hurt me."
"Don't sweat it, you little whore. I'll take real good care of you. After all, if I hurt you too bad, then what would I do for fun? Now, move your little high ass over to the bench there so I can tie you down."
She obeyed his command. Before she knew what was happening, Bruce had tied her up real tight.
Her arms and legs were spread-caged over the work bench in the tack room. He had removed all of her clothing. She was totally helpless.
"Well now," said Bruce with a sneer. "Don't you make one hell of a sight for sore fuckin' eyes? You look real sweet all tied up there, girlie. Got your little high ass butt stickin' straight up for all the world to see."
"Please don't hurt me, Bruce," she pleaded.
Tears ran down her cheeks in streams. Melissa was scared to death. My God she thought. What was this depraved animal of a man going to do to her? She closed her eyes and hoped that he would go away. But her hopes were quickly shattered when the leather hide of a horse whip fell upon her exposed shoulders. She winced in pain and struggled to free herself from her bonds. But it was of no use. Even though she thrashed about wildly, she could not get free. Bruce had bound her hands and feet tightly. There was no escape. She was at the mercy of this debauched, decadent man. She could do nothing. There was no way to escape. But, she thought in the deep, dark recesses of her mind, some day she would take revenge on this brutal bastard. Some day she would repay him for all the suffering he had caused her. She would pay him back double.
"What's your fucking problem, wench?" he asked. "What is going on in that little mind of yours anyway? Are you dreaming up some kind of way to get back at me? Huh? Well, if you are…" He lashed her buttocks with the whip… "then you are sorely mistaken. Understand?"
"No! No! I wasn't thinking about anything! I just want to be freed from these ropes. Please, Bruce," she begged. "It feels awful to be tied up and left totally helpless. Let me go and I'll do anything you want."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Bruce began to finger Melissa's cunt-lips. He spread them apart and teased her with his thick fingers, pinching her clit and rubbing his knuckles across her cunt-lips.
"You'll like this, you little slut. You'll like this a lot. I'm gonna make you nice and hot. I'll get you real wet and hot and creamy with cunt-juice. And then, you'll feel my cock sliding into your juicy pussy. I'll ram every inch of my giant prick into your snatch, and you'll just have to take it all."
Damn! Bruce sure was a sickie, Melissa thought and a real bastard. The way he spoke to her was gross and obscene, but, somehow, it seemed to turn her on. She felt ha cunt begin to swell, and a feeling of lust enveloped her loins. She was hot and eager. There was no doubt about it. But she hated herself for feeling hot for Bruce. Bruce was an evil bastard. Sure, he had a giant prick, and he knew how to use it to maximum effectiveness. And he was a handsome stud. But Bruce was a sadist, a jerk, a lewd, pompous asshole. It was ridiculous for her to get sexually aroused by such a fucking asshole. But it was happening. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting hot. Her cunt seethed with unfulfilled lust and passion. She wanted Bruce's prick, his gigantic cock. And she wanted it now. She hated him, but, God dammit, she wanted – she needed – his mammoth cock now. Right now!
"Oh, Bruce!" she gasped. "Give it to me. Give me all of your cock. Please! Fuck me, Bruce! Fuck me with all of your giant prick. I need it! Please!" she screamed.
Bruce moved in from behind. He pinched her ass-cheeks hard. She cried out in pain. Then he leaned forward, pressed his huge cock-tip against her flaming red cunt-lips and uttered, "Now you're getting into the swing of things, sweet-cunt. I like it when you beg for it. You didn't do such a hot job sucking my cock, but maybe now that you're all tied up with no place to go, you'll give me a good fucking. What do you say, bitch?"
"Oh, yes, Bruce. I'll fuck you really good. I promise. Take me from behind. I'll make my cunt me and small. I'll squeeze your cock and make you feel real good. Just give me the chance. I won't let you down. Trust me."
"Okay, you little slut," rasped Bruce. "Here it comes." He rammed his giant cock into her pussy to the hilt. Jerking wildly, Bruce pumped her cunt. Pumped her hard. Stabbed into her pussy with hard, deep, penetrating thrusts. Sluiced through her cuntal opening and far into her twat with such tremendous force that she felt his prick-tip way up in her belly. She glanced down at her stomach, half expecting that his giant cock would actually pierce through her skin and come out through her flesh. His cock felt so good, so delicious. He filled her cunt to the brim with lovely, hard prick.
"Oh, my God! It's so damned good! Your cock is so big and hard," she rasped. "I can't believe it. It's just so terrific! Keep fucking me, Bruce! I love it! I love it!"
My it was all true. As much as she hated Bruce, she had to admit that he was one hell of a stud. He had a giant cock that was for sure. But Melissa had fucked many guys with small cocks, and some of them were good in bed too. She had long ago learned that it was not the size of the cock that mattered. It was how the guy used his cock that really counted. And Bruce was an expert. She hated Bruce for being a sadist and an all-around sexual pervert. But, she had to admit that this guy knew how to fuck a woman. Bruce was all man, every inch of him.
"Just keep on grinding, bitch," Bruce said. "Just keep on bumping and grinding until I get my rocks off. This time I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my load right into your hot little box. So get ready, 'cause here I come."
Melissa steeled her nerves. She prepared herself for the powerful onslaught of Bruce's pent-up cum. His balls were loaded with thick jism. And he was going to shoot it all into her cunt. She got ready to receive it. At the same time she got ready to experience her own climax. She was ready for one. She was almost there. In fact, she was there!
"Uunnggghbhh! Oh, God help me… Uunnggghhhh! Ohhhhh." Melissa moaned as chills of ecstasy ran up and down her spine. She felt as though she had gone to heaven. It felt so good, so hot. Her cunt tingled with beautiful sensations of lust.
It was hard for her to believe, but Bruce had actually made her cum. His huge cock had stroked her to a terrific orgasm. Maybe, she thought, maybe Bruce wasn't such a bad guy after all but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the slashing of a horse whip on her neck and shoulders.
"Don't you dare stop fucking now, sweet-cunt!" Bruce shouted in a threatening voice. "You just keep on going until I've had my fill, bitch!"
Bruce pumped furiously into her cunt. He hammered away, grinding his hips, stroking brutally into her pussy. His cock-tip pounded her thin cuntal walls until they hurt. Bruce was in a veritable fury of lust and passion. He was determined to cum in Melissa's cunt and he whipped up his passion by whipping her shoulders with the horse whip. The whip slashed hard upon her back and shoulders. Sometimes the tip of the thin leather lash cracked against her tits, causing her to wince in pain. She simply had to make him cum soon or she would be a mass of welts and bruises.
Melissa concentrated all of her strength and energy into tightening her pussy-muscles around his swollen cock-tip. She squeezed as hard as she could, entrapping his prick in her cunt, holding it light, milking the cum out of his cock.
"Oh, shit! Fuck! Piss! Get it sweet-cunt! Get it! Oh, my cock… it feels so damned good. I'm gonna cum if you keep it up. Yeah! Yeah! I'm cumming!"
She felt his thick, hot load fill her curt. It felt as though he had shot a gallon of jism into her pussy.
Bruce pulled his cock out of her curt and fell backwards, sitting on the floor. Then he rolled aver on his side and relaxed, savoring his powerful orgasm. "Oh, that was all right, bitch," he said. "You did a pretty good job, I must admit. Just make sure you keep that pussy nice and tight for me so I can get my kicks whenever I get the urge for a good fucking." He breathed deeply and sighed with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Melissa felt awful. She looked like a cheap slut. Her make-up was all smeared from when Bruce had rubbed his cock all over her face in her eyes and nose and mouth. She was covered with sweat, and her hair hung in a tangled mass about her flushed face. Her checks were red and hot, and her facial make-up was caked in places. Thin red stripes, marks from the whipping she had received, were visible on her shoulders, neck, back and tits. They were not deep welts, and they were not bleeding, but the stripes of punishment and torture were visible nonetheless.
Then she felt the thick, gooey mixture of cunt-juice and sperm running in slow-moving, obscene rivulets down her inner thighs. Bruce's jism was streaming out of her cunt. Her sexual desires were satiated and now she felt ashamed of herself ashamed for having given in to Bruce's wild and perverse demands upon her body. He had ravished her. He had taken her against her will. First, he had forced her to suck his cock. Then he had tied her up and used her. Used her cunt to satisfy his gross feelings of unbridled lust. But, worst of all, she had gotten off on it all. At first, she had fought him. But, after a while, she wanted him. She had wanted his giant prick. Craved it. She had acted like a wanton hussy, a two-bit whore. Worse than a two-bit whore because she was not even getting paid. In short, she felt like two cents waiting for change.
"I'll get the son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath. She struggled wildly, to free herself from her rope bonds, but that only chafed her wrists and ankles. She sighed deeply and cursed Bruce again. "You fucker, you asshole. Some day. Some day I will have my revenge. And when I do, you will be sorry that you ever laid eyes on me. Some day you will pay for what you have done to me. You will pay… and so will Miss Diane DeMarrow."
Bruce pulled himself up from the floor. He untied the ropes that held her in bondage. Then he pushed her roughly to her knees. Pressing his knee under her chin, he slowly raised her head until her eyes looked up into his.
"Here's a special treat for you, sweet-cunt," he said cruelly. "Yeah, an extra-special treat for our lady of the sweet cunt here." At that moment, he grabbed his thick, hot cock and rubbed the drooling prick-head all over her face. First he pressed his cock into one of her eyes. She blinked as he deposited a slimy gob of jism on her eyelid. Next, he slid his prick down to her nose. He shoved his drooling cock-tip into her nostril. Then he squeezed his prick so that a big drop of cum squirted out of his cock and into her nose.
He stepped back and looked at her. He laughed heartily as he saw the wretchedly degraded girl kneeling before him.
"Boy, do you ever look great," he teased. "Honey, you are a sight for sore eyes. Christ, I'm telling you. You ought to be in movies." Then he broke up laughing.
She looked awful. She felt awful. And she hated Bruce for having done this to her, hating him for making fun of her this way. What kind of man was he? She thought. Never had she met anyone as mean and brutal as Bruce. Until now, Melissa simply would not have believed that men like Bruce existed.
"You are really a pretty little piece of ass," said Bruce sarcastically. "Yeah," he said, nodding his head and looking her up and down as if he were inspecting a slab of meat. "You are a nice little cunt. But, you really ought to be more concerned about your appearance, sweet-cunt. You look like shit." He laughed loud and long.
She pouted and cried. She felt terrible. She was totally humiliated. She knew that she looked an absolute mess, kneeling on the dirty tack room floor. Her knees were chafed and sore. One of her eyes kept blinking as Bruce's cum dried and hardened on her eyelid. A stream of sticky sperm streaked out of her nostril and crept down her cheek in a slow-moving ovule. Her stomach felt queasy.
Bruce shoved his cock back into his trousers, zipped his fly and turned to leave. As he reached the door, he glanced back at Melissa who was kneeling on the floor and sobbing.
"Correct me if I'm mistaken, sweet-cunt," Bruce taunted, "but didn't Diane ring for you a while ago?" He laughed loudly as he strolled out, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Oh, my God!" Melissa gasped. "I'd better get my ass up there fast or I'm really gonna catch hell. God, how I hate them both!" she screamed. Then, regaining her composure, she quickly wiped the cum from her face and dashed through the door.
Melissa pushed her long brown hair out of her eyes as she ran upstairs. She entered Diane DeMarrow's spacious bedroom, knelt before the imperious blonde beauty and reverently kissed the tips of her red patent leather high heel shoes. Every time she was forced to perform this debasing ritual, Melissa was repulsed. But Diane demanded that Melissa kiss her feet several times a day. Melissa had no choice but to obey or be punished. Even so, Melissa thought, it could be worse. After all, Diane DeMarrow was one very beautiful woman, even if she were a haughty, wicked bitch!
Diane DeMarrow was a voluptuous blonde. Her piercing eyes, dark blue and large, stared forth from under clear stenciled, clean arching brows. Her rose cheeks, high boned and prominent, led to a cruel mouth, thin and wet lipped and strong. It was a face which advertised more than a trace of worldly wisdom, the result of a hard younger life which she would never forget – nor forgive. This effect was heightened by the delicate nose with its thin flaring nostrils, and by the general air of sensual wildness which seemed to characterize not only the face, but the creature herself.
Melissa looked up sheepishly at her mistress and humbly muttered, "You rang for me?"
"Yes, now that you mention it, I guess I did ring for you," Diane replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stretched back in her leather chair as though preparing to relax. Then, all of a sudden, she kicked Melissa in the face, imbedding the point of her shoe in the girl's cheek.
"You fucking slut!" the blonde beauty rasped as she reached clown and slapped her servant hard in the face. "I rang for you fifteen minutes ago. In fact," she added with another slap to the side of the girl's face, "I rang for you twice. Where the fuck have you been, anyway?" Diane DeMarrow's voice was loud and evil sounding. The stunning bitch was cruel and sadistic, over spilling with hate – sinister, malignant, and diabolical. She was a gorgeous, voluptuous, indescribably sexy blonde bitch, with lots of money and a most evil disposition. Diane treated Melissa like a slave, and there was nothing that the wretched big brunette could do about it.
"Well, where the fuck have you been, Melissa? Speak up girl. Answer me at once or you'll taste my whip!"
Melissa could tell from the nasty look in Diane's eyes that she meant serious business. "I… I was in the tack room, cleaning your riding boots," she replied meekly.
"Oh, and I suppose it took you twenty minutes to put my boots down and come upstairs to answer my call?" Diane said sarcastically.
"Well… Bruce came into the tack room just as you rang for me and…"
"Go on bitch! Let's hear the whole explanation."
"Well, I begged him to let me come to serve you but… but Bruce made me suck his cock. He heard you ring for me and he knew that you were waiting for me. But he wouldn't let me go. He told me that I couldn't leave the tack room until I had sucked him oft I begged him to let me go, but he insisted that I suck his prick first. So I sucked his cock, and then he raped me. And then I rushed upstairs to serve you. Please forgive me." Melissa broke down in tears, hoping that Diane would take pity on her.
But the cruel blonde simply laughed heartily. "That's just like Bruce," she said. "He is a horny fucking stud. And, sometimes, I think he is just as mean as me. I guess that's why we get along so well together," she mused. Looking down at the slight framed pretty brunette who knelt abjectly at her feet, Diane giggled, curled her lips in a lewd manner and spoke. "Get up and pour me a glass of brandy, you little whore. The world isn't going to come to an end just because Bruce decided to rape your worthless fucking ass. And bring me a cigarette too."
As Melissa went about her tasks, she thought of her unfortunate situation. For the past two years she had served Diane DeMarrow. At first, it had not really been too bad. She had merely done various chores around Diane's modest little house. But that was before Diane had inherited a huge fortune and a spacious, secluded Long Island estate from her wealthy step-father.
Diane's step-father was a first-class bastard, a real prick. Diane hated the way he took advantage of her when she was a teenager. When she was only fifteen years old, her step-father had raped her brutally. And, right under her mother's nose, the cruel old man continued to fuck Diane until his death six months ago. Diane smiled wickedly when she thought of her step-father's heart attack, his third, the heart attack that, killed him. He had died while fucking Diane. Poetic justice, she thought. Her mother had died only two weeks earlier. So the bastard's entire estate was left to Diane. All two hundred acres, with a huge mansion, and stables, and servants, and more money and stocks and bonds than Diane had ever dreamed of having.
After receiving her huge inheritance, Diane fired everyone who worked on the estate. She replaced them with employees who were unswerving in their loyalty. Every new employee had to kiss her feet and swear allegiance to Diane, and promise to obey her every whim. She now had personal cooks, a butler, a stable boy, maids and a gardener. And she had Melissa.
Melissa's job was to serve Diane as her personal body servant. Her job was to dress and bathe her mistress. And, of course, she was required to minister to Diane's depraved sexual needs. That really had not been too bad, thought Melissa. After all, Melissa was attracted to the voluptuous Diane DeMarrow. And the two of them had frequently engaged in lesbian sexcapades. In fact, Melissa often thrilled in ecstasy when sucking and fucking her mistress. Diane was the sexiest woman she had ever met. And she was so damned beautiful! Melissa could not help but get hot and horny whenever she saw the blonde beauty. She loved to bury her face in Diane's cunt and suck the imperious bitch to orgasm after orgasm. So, even though Diane forced her to do vile and lewd things, Melissa felt that it was not too bad.
But then, only a week ago, Bruce moved into the mansion. Diane had met him at a party in New York. She was immediately attracted to him and she brought him home to the mansion. Bruce and Diane got along famously. They shared similar traits. Both loved sex. Neither of them could get enough of sex. Moreover, they were both brutal and cruel in a word: sadistic.
Melissa could put up with Diane's viciousness. She was used to being forced to suck Diane's cunt, and she was accustomed to being slapped and kicked around by Diane. That was not unbearable. And, sometimes, although she hated to admit it, Melissa found herself turned on by the sadistic way Diane treated her.
But Bruce was a different story. Melissa hated Bruce with a passion. He was a real fucking asshole, a crude bastard. Bruce was a failed actor who insisted upon taking out his frustrations on Melissa. Ever since Bruce moved into the mansion, Melissa had been treated like slit. Bruce loved to degrade her at every opportunity. He got a kick out of making her perform bizarre and sickening sexual acts. Bruce liked to play out strange scenes – like the scene in the tack room. Sometimes he would tie her up so that she was completely helpless. Then he would fuck her or make her suck his huge cock. What scared Melissa the most was when Bruce would talk about unspeakably perverted things that he intended to make her do in the future. Once, he had even threatened to fuck her in her asshole! God, what a sickie! Melissa thought. She could not even imagine such a gross and bizarre thing as being ass-fucked!
Diane was just as bad as Bruce at times – if not worse! The sexy blonde bitch treated Melissa like a slave and Melissa could not even complain, or she would be severely punished. Diane would use any excuse to thrash her with one of her evil whips or torture her in the dreaded dungeon.
If only she had not trusted the evil woman. But, two years ago, she had thought that Diane was her very best friend. So when she fled California as a fugitive, it seemed only natural to turn to Diane for help. She had confessed everything to Diane. She told her how she had finally gotten fed up with her husband beating her whenever he came home drunk. She had killed him, shot him with a shotgun when he came in the door one night.
She had told the police that she killed her husband, thinking that he was a burglar, but they did not believe her. They were going to put her on trial for first-degree murder. So Melissa ran away. She went straight to her old high school friend Diane, and poured out her heart to her, telling her the true story of the murder. And Diane, the bitch, had put it all on tape. She had all the evidence on tape, locked up in her huge steel vault. She could turn Melissa in at any time. And Melissa would face the death penalty! So she had to obey Diane's every whim and fancy. Or else!! "Damn, what a mistake I made in trusting that fucking bitch," Melissa muttered quietly.
"What? What the hell are you mumbling about, slut? Well? What the fuck is your story, bitch?" Diane was shouting at her.
"Nothing, mistress," Melissa replied wieldy.
"You little bitch! You don't speak unless spoken to, do you understand?" Diane said, punctuating her remark by digging her spiked heel into Melissa's forehead, which caused the wretched slave to recoil in pain and fear.
Melissa nodded. "Yes, mistress," she said as she handed the blonde beauty a glass of brandy. Then she carefully placed an expensive imported cigarette in a diamond studded holder and placed the tip between Diane's sensuous ruby lips. She lit Diane's cigarette and backed away.
"Get naked and kneel at my feet!" Diane commanded. "I rang for you because I just happen to be in a very horny mood today."
What a joke, thought Melissa. Diane was always in a horny mood.
"I rang for you because I want you to suck my luscious cunt. You are going to eat my pussy, bitch. And you better suck me good this time," she warned. "I wasn't entirely pleased with the way you sucked my clit last night. I knew that you can do better. And I expect the very best. So get naked and fall to your knees, wench. You are going to worship my cunt with your mouth and face."
Melissa quickly stripped off her brief maid's uniform. Diane did not allow her to wear panties or a bra, only her skimpy black and white French maid's uniform and black high heels. Kneeling on the floor, she looked into the cruel blue eyes of her mistress. She knew that she had, better suck Diane's cunt just right and bring her to a strong climax in a hurry or there would be hell to pay.
Mistress Diane spread her beautiful, long stocking legs, draping them over the arms of her chair. She raised her tight black leather mini skirt, exposing her succulent pussy, nestled in a nest of thick blonde cunt hairs.
Melissa had to admit that Diane DeMarrow was a strikingly beautiful and sexy woman. She had big, firm conical tits that pointed skyward even when she was not wearing a brassiere. Her exceptionally long, straight blonde hair hung below her waist. Diane's body was absolutely flawless. She looked like a Vegas painting in Playboy Magazine. Diane's pink cunt lips were fringed with soft, downy cunt fur. Her cunt was indeed inviting a real treat and Melissa had developed a taste for it during the past two years. She had grown to enjoy lesbian love with this gorgeous woman. If only Diane were not such a wicked bitch…
A swift kick to her shoulder brought Melissa back to her senses. "What the fuck are you doing, slut?" Diane rasped. "Are you going to suck my cunt or just spend all day staring at it? You've already kissed my feet. Now get on with it. Pleasure me, slave. Suck my beautiful cunt. Eat me out! And suck me good or you'll taste my whip!"
With those words of warning, Diane reclined in her chair. She folded her hands behind her head and closed her eyes as Melissa leaned forward and licked tenderly at her mistress' sensitive, pink pussy lips.
"Oh, thank you Diane," whispered the kneeling brunette. "I love to suck your lovely cunt. I know that I really do not deserve the privilege of eating your beautiful pussy, so I cannot thank you enough." This was another weird ritual that Diane insisted upon. Melissa was required to thank Diane for letting her suck the woman's cunt. Diane sure was a demented bitch, she thought. A real weirdo!
Melissa's tongue lashed out and she slowly licked the very tip of Diane's sensitive cunt. The gorgeous blonde bitch moaned and hunched down further in her chair to meet her slave's worshipful tongue. Melissa responded by quickening the pace of her cunt-licking tongue movements. Her tongue licked in small circles around the tip of Diane's cunt. Diane moaned in ecstasy.
As she licked the blonde cunt, Melissa felt herself getting hot. A tingling sensation filled her pussy. She felt a thin trickle of slick pussy-juice slide down her naked inner thigh. God, how sexy it was to lick Diane's sweet pussy, she thought.
Melissa purposely teased Diane's cunt with her quick tongue strokes. She worked her tongue in deliberate strokes all around the woman's clit, occasionally slipping her tongue inside of Diane's cunt lips and slithering it around like a snake against the sides of her pussy walls. She really wanted to plunge her face between the blonde's quivering thighs and suck her cunt lips deep into her mouth. But she would wait. She would do that later, she thought. First she would tease Diane for a while-for as long as she could get away with it. Teasing Diane this way was the only way she knew to get back at the woman who had done such terrible things to her during the past two years. Feeling good and hot inside, and satisfied with herself for controlling her emotions and teasing Diane with her tongue job, Melissa moved her tongue in one long, slow sensuous lick. Her tongue licked all the way from Diane's puckered asshole, through her cunt-slit to the very tip of her stiff, hot clit. Diane moaned loudly and shook all over, jerking her hips and convulsed with sheer lust and unmitigated sexual delight.
"Ohhhbhhh! Aggghhhhh!" Diane gasped. "Suck my cunt, you lovely little whore! Lick my twat. Oh, yes," she moaned. "My own little cunt lickstress. Worship my twat. Worship your beautiful mistress, slave. Eat my pussy all up, you slit sucking slut!"
The lewd way that Diane spoke when her cunt was being sucked turned Melissa on. Her pussy felt as though it were on fire. She could feel her cunt fill to the brim with hot cunt nectar. Cunt juice was dripping down both of her thighs now. She wanted to look at her flowing pussy juice, but she dared not stop licking Diane's delicious cunt. Still, the very thought of the twin rivulets of cunt juice streaming down her legs was exciting her, causing waves of passion to splash about inside of her confused mind.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Keep sucking me, bitch! Keep sucking my cunt. Eat my twat, you filthy slit sucker!"
God, how sexy it was when Diane spoke like that to her, Melissa thought. It was so nasty and crude, but she was beginning to love it. When Diane talked dirty and called her nasty and terrible names, it only sewed to heighten Melissa's sexual fever.
Melissa nibbled Diane's clit, gently pulling her teeth along the blonde's sensitive cunt-nubbin, stretching it as far as it would go. Suddenly, she mashed her mouth into Diane's twat, took all of her cunt into her mouth and sucked it as hard as she possibly could. Her sucking lips stretched Diane's clit out again. She held Diane's clit stretched to the limit, and then released her sucking grip. Diane's clit snapped back into its tender cuntal sheath with an obscene slapping sound.
– Diane moaned deep and long. The sensuous feelings flooding her cunt were so extreme that she could no longer stand it. Her loins ached for quick, passionate total release. She needed to cum, and she needed it soon.
"Suck my cunt, dammit!" she screamed. Then she grabbed a thick swath of Melissa's pretty brown hair and pulled the girl's face away from her cunt. Diane was as angry as a hornet. "I told you to suck my cunt, you stupid little whore! I absolutely forbid you to pull any more of your teasing tricks! You are going to pay for this later, bitch! Believe me! Now bury your face in my cunt and eat me out! Make me cum, slave bitch!"
Yanking Melissa brutally forward by her long brown hair, Diane screamed lewd obscenities. "Suck, bitch! Suck!" Her cunt hit Melissa's mouth with the force of a fist. Hit so hard that Melissa even feared that her teeth might have been loosened. Diane was obviously in a bad mood today, she thought. So she decided that it would be best not to try to tease the evil blonde any more, or Diane might really hurt her badly.
Melissa fell to her cunt-sucking task with vigor. She lapped rapidly and hungrily at the wicked blonde's luscious cunt. She plunged her tongue deep into Diane's slick twat, grabbing hold of the woman's tight, smooth ass-flesh so that she could tongue fuck her better. The petite brunette pumped her tongue in and out of Diane's twat. She lost herself in the passion of the moment, licking, sucking, lapping at the moist hot cunt as Diane jerked spasmodically above her, moaning and whining and hissing in a low lewd whisper, "Suck my cunt, bitch! Lick it! Yeah, bitch. That's it. Do it, my little cunt lickstress. Eat my beautiful snatch."
She licked and sucked in a frenzy of hot thrilling sensuality. Doing her very best to pleasure the evil blonde woman whose moans of ecstasy filled the luxurious room. Diane's cunt was as slick as a grease-covered dance floor. And Melissa's hot and willing tongue sluiced in and out of Diane's glistening pussy-sheath in rapid licking, lapping and sucking motions.
"Suck me harder, slave! Eat me out! Lick my twat, bitch! Tongue fuck my gorgeous pussy. You're my cunt lickstress and I expect you to do a good job. Get with it bitch! Oh, yes!" Diane grabbed her hair again and jerked the girl's face brutally across her slick hot pussy. Her cunt-hairs rubbed the tender facial skin around Melissa's mouth so hard that her face began to feel sore. To her horror, Melissa discovered that her face was literally being rubbed raw by Diane's frantically jerking and twisting cunt-mound! It really hurt! Melissa worked harder to make Diane cum.
Melissa was so hot, she almost did not care that her flesh was being chafed by Diane's cunt hairs. She was into the depravity of the scene. Her cunt was leaking pussy juice and a wonderful feeling of lust and passion spread through her body like a cocaine rush. She was thoroughly caught up in the lewd act of sucking Diane DeMarrow's luscious blonde cunt. If only she could finger-fuck herself, she would be happy. But she knew that Diane would kick her ass all over the room if she caught her doing that.
"Aaggghhhh! I-I'm cumming!" Diane gasped. "Ohhh, ummmph! Ummmph!" She jerked her cunt across Melissa's raw red face, grinding her cunt in the girl's mouth, rubbing her slick pussy juice all over the girl's cheeks and lips. Suddenly, the depraved sex-crazed blonde stopped moving. She sighed. Her legs muscles twitched briefly, then she went limp in the chair. Her body was in a state of bliss and total relaxation. She closed her eyes and appeared to drift off into a deep sleep.
Melissa pulled her chafed mouth from Diane's wet pussy. She looked up at the cruel blonde, and saw that the woman's eyes were closed. Diane was sprawled out in the chair, legs and arms askew. She appeared to be sleeping soundly. But Melissa could not be certain. So, according to the prescribed ritual, she pressed her lips to the tips of Diane's high heeled shoes. "Thank you mistress," she said softly.
Diane did not respond. Melissa assumed that the evil blonde woman was indeed asleep. After all, she had sucked. Diane's cunt to a powerful, all consuming orgasm. In fact, she thought, it had most likely been Diane's first orgasm of the day. Diane was an insatiable bitch. She usually required nine or ten orgasms every day! And some days, she demanded even more! Moreover, she thought, Diane had been up very late the night before, having a debauched orgy with Bruce. So, she reasoned, Diane was probably really asleep at this moment.
What the hell, she thought. I'll chance it. Her mind made up, Melissa plunged her finger deep into her hot, seething cunt. Sucking Diane's pussy had made her hot as hell. Her loins were burning with lust. She hated to admit it, but it was true. The blonde beauty that slept in the chair above her was a sexy bitch. And, although she despised Diane, she had to admit that the foul and crude way in which she cursed Melissa as she tongue fucked her was exciting. Diane spoke to her in an obscene way, without any compassion. Just as though she were a worthless slave. But, somehow, it seemed to excite Melissa. She just did not understand what it was all about. The whole perverted situation. Melissa was totally confused.
But she needed to climax in a bad way. She finger fucked herself as she stared at Diane's perfect body. It did not take long. As she neared an orgasm, she had to stifle her cries of passion and ecstasy to avoid awakening the blonde bitch. If Diane woke up and caught Melissa finger fucking herself without permission, there would be hell to pay. Thank God, Melissa thought, as her lustful fires burned to a smoldering ember; thank God Diane is sleeping soundly. Melissa curled up at her mistress' feet and, within seconds, she too was sleeping soundly.