Gushing with happiness and enthusiasm, and excitement at starting a brand new life at DeMarrow Manor.
"Well, let's go inside and get acquainted, shall we?" Diane said. "Bull, you take Doris' bags around back and put them in the shed for the time being. I don't think she'll be needing them right now."
They walked together up the stairs and through the huge front door of the mansion. As they entered the hallway, Aunt Diane stopped Doris and said, "Okay now. Here is your biggest surprise. Close your eyes and hold your hands out in front of you."
"Oh, Aunt Diane, you are so good to me!"
"Yes, and I am going to be even better, sweetheart. Now, close your eyes tight. No peeking…"
She closed her eyes tight and placed her hands out in front of her, wondering what wonderful surprise Diane was going to give her. She felt a heavy bracelet being slipped around one wrist, and then around the other. My, they were heavy, but Doris did not dare peek. Aunt Diane was being so nice that it would not be fair to ruin the surprise.
"Okay, darling. You can open your eyes now."
"Thank you, Aunt Diane."
Doris' heart skipped a beat as she looked down in disbelief. Aunt Diane had handcuffed her! The bracelets weren't bracelets at all; they were heavy steel handcuffs. She was bound!
Diane laughed cruelly. Her lips curled, and she hissed through her perfect white teeth. "Well, have you no manners? You aren't going to thank me for your latest present, you little bitch!" At that, Diane slapped her niece's face hard. Once, twice in quick succession. Smack! Smack!
From behind her, Doris felt big, clammy hands fitting a dog collar around her neck. She turned to see who it was, but before she could turn all the way around, Diane slapped her again.
"I didn't give you permission to turn, bitch! Now that you live under my roof at DeMarrow Manor you do only as Bruce and I tell you to do. If you disobey, you will be punished, instantly and brutally. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes. I guess I understand. I just didn't expect…"
Doris was slapped again. She got the message and shut up real fast. Bruce stepped from behind Doris and handed the dog leash to Diane. He stepped forward and took a close look at the bound and leashed little thirteen-year-old girl.
Doris was crying. Her mind was spinning all of her hopes and dreams of only a few minutes ago had been shattered. She wondered if she were not dreaming. Could this really be happening? It was all so bizarre!
Bruce looked her over as though he were teeny-bopper virgin. Hell, he almost shot a load in his pants just talking about it. Well, let Bruce break her in with a good fucking, then she would have her fun, or they would have fun together with Doris. It did not really matter anyway, because, as of this moment, Doris was a new, permanent member of the family. A new slave! Diane's cunt filled with pussy-juice at the thought of owning a new sex-slave. But, she had promised Bruce first crack at her. So she decided to go upstairs and finger-fuck herself while she watched Bruce fuck Doris on closed circuit T.V.. "Listen, Bruce," she said. "Take her into the special room the one that's wired for stereophonic sound and full color. I think I'd like to watch this play in Technicolor."
"No!" Doris screamed.
"Sure thing. It'll be a fine performance. Believe me. I'll use all of my acting and directorial skills to make this a great show, even if I only have an audience of one."
Then Bruce turned to Doris, grabbed the leash and led her down a long corridor and into a square room. Bruce turned on the lights, and the worn lit up with harsh, hot bright lights. She glanced around and found that there were five movie cameras in the room, one in each corner and one staring down from the ceiling. They moved back and forth slowly, just like the cameras she had seen in stores, where the cameras record shoplifters stealing stuff, or in banks, where the cameras record the actions of bank robbers.
How strange and repulsive this all was, Doris thought. She could feel Bruce's hands clawing at her clothing, ripping off her little uniform and bra and panties. She could feel it, but she had a hard time believing this nightmare. Everything had changed so much in the past fifteen minutes. She had come here believing that her life was going to be so wonderful, and now this cruel man named Bruce was stripping her naked and preparing to do God knows what to her, while she was helpless not only helpless, but totally humiliated, handcuffed and held fast by a dog leash. She thought that she was going crazy! She tried to scream, but she was so scared and confused. Her vocal chords refused to work! She couldn't make a sound.
Diane went upstairs to her bedroom and rang for Melissa. She got comfortable in her big bed and picked up the remote control device, and began pushing buttons. One at a time, five television screens began to focus in front of her. She chuckled and laid back to enjoy the production. She had five different views of the action going on in the special room. She picked up her battery operated dildo and rubbed its tip over her cunt lips, pressing it lasciviously against her clit. Her cunt-juices started flowing as she watched Bruce slap her niece across the face. Bruce had the thirteen-year-old teeny-bopper stripped naked, and he was no doubt getting ready to fuck her. Bruce was starting to get into it. He had his cock out of his pants. Damn, what a giant prick Bruce had! Then she pressed another knob on her control box and turned up the sound. She did not want to miss any of the action. This was going to be a great performance, she thought.
"Okay, now, my little, teeny-cunt," said Bruce. "This is the way we are going to play this scene. It's a love scene you see. The reason that I call it a love scene is because it's the type of scene I just love. Ha! Ha!"
Doris felt miserable. She was frightened and totally overwhelmed by this dreadful situation. Bruce seemed to be a very mean man, with a somewhat crummy sense of humor. She knew that she had better do whatever he ordered. He looked like the type of man who [missing text].
"Oh, my God!" she screamed as she saw his huge limp cock flopping around in front of his trousers.
Doris had never seen a cock before, and she was shocked to see Bruce's mammoth prick. She had studied biology, and she knew how people had intercourse, but she had never dreamed that a man's cock could be so huge! She had seen big cocks on homes, but, after all, horses were pretty big animals. Bruce's prick scared her. It was abnormally large, she thought.
Bruce laughed. "Ha! Ha! You like my big cock, huh? Well, I think your mouth and my prick should get acquainted. Yeah. I think that's how I want the first scene of our little melodrama played. The name of this scene will be 'The Nasty Prick Ravages the Sweet Teeny-cunt's Virgin Mouth'. How's that for a title? A little long, I guess, but it fits. Ha! Ha!" Bruce laughed for a long time. "And if it don't fit, we'll just make it fit, won't we, sweet-cunt?"
Doris was too scared to reply. Smack! Bruce smacked her across the face. Smack! He smacked her again, harder this time.
"Okay, teeny-cunt. Let's get you trussed up real good, so you won't have any distractions while we play our little scene out."
He went to a big closet and rolled out a big wooden device. It was a slab of oak with holes in it, two little ones and one big one. It looked just like the stocks that they used to put people in back in the 17th century. People who were caught stealing were placed in these evil devices, and put out in public places so that they would be humiliated and embarrassed. The little holes were for the victim's wrists; the big hole was for the victim's neck. Good lord, she thought. He is going to put me in that thing! How awful!
Finally, Doris found her voice. And she let out a piercing scream.
"No! No! Please don't put me in that terrible thing. No! Good God, what did I ever do to deserve this? No! No! Please! I'll do anything you tell me. Honest," she pleaded. "Just, please do not put me in that awful thing. It's so ugly and horrible!"
Bruce laughed. "You're doing just fine, sweet-cunt. You are a marvelous actress! Damn, you are a natural born actress! But, with a few acting lessons from me, you'll be even better. You played that scene just like I wrote it, but once we get rolling, I want it a little bit more realistic, okay?"
He uncuffed Doris and took off the leash. Then he forced her to kneel, and inserted her head and hands into the holes of the block. Then he clamped the upper part shut tight, and bolted the device shut. She was bound and totally at his mercy. Bruce quickly stripped off his pants. His prick sprung up from his loins. An enormous cock-stand! Bruce was hot and horny and ready to go.
"Okay, now sweet-cunt. Wipe those tears or your eyes won't photograph correctly. Oh, I guess you really can't wipe your eyes. You seem to be tied up at the moment," Bruce joked. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
He clapped his hands together, then, in a serious manner, he said, "It's time to get down to work, now. Time is money and money is time. We wanna bring in this production below cost if possible, or some of the people in the front office are gonna get mighty pissed off. So I want everything done on the first take. Got that, darlin'?"
Doris nodded. What in the world was going on? This guy was nuts! He was taking it all seriously, acting as though he were a real big-time Hollywood director. This guy was absolutely crazy! But she had to go along with him. Unless he tried to make her do something immoral. She would draw the line at doing anything lewd or immoral. They had taught her at boarding school that she was to act like a lady at all times. But, how in the world could she act like a lady when she was naked and bound in wooden stocks and some crazy nut who was acting like a hot-shot director stood in front of her, with a giant cock standing out of his crotch? This was all too much to understand. Nevertheless, she would act like a lady. She was bound and determined.
"Now, you are my star, sweet-cunt. Don't thank me! You got the part fair and square. I needed a thirteen-year-old hotsy totsy boarding school type with red hair and brown eyes, about five feet tall. And you just fit the part. You were type cast. Now, the first scene all revolves around a very complicated plot. But, despite your age, I think you are smart enough to grasp it. Ha! Ha!"
Bruce smacked her hard. "You don't have to laugh at my jokes, sweet-cunt. But it would probably pay off if you did. But, hell, you're such a sweet, young thing that you probably don't even get my jokes. Oh, well, let's get back into the action. Get in character. You are a cute young wench and you are all bound up, and I am gonna make you suck my cock. Okay, roll the cameras."
He stepped forward, his cock painting at the ceiling of the harshly lit room, filled with movie cameras.
"No! No! Please! I can't! I don't even know how to… to suck a cock. Please let me go!" she screamed, hoping that he would take pity on her and let her go.
"Cut! Cut!" Bruce shouted to a film crew that existed only in his warped imagination.
He paced about the room, shaking his head in disgust, then he strolled back to Doris and stared down at the poor, helpless little teenager.
"Doris, don't you understand that this is your big chance? This is your big chance and, let's face it, you are blowing it. Or, that is, you are not blowing it. Ha! Ha!"
Doris laughed, figuring that this was one of Bruce's sick jokes, and that if she did not laugh, he would slap her again. She definitely did not want to get hit any more. Her face throbbed with pain from all the abuse she had received since arriving at DeMarrow Manor.
"Okay, sweet-cunt. This time I don't want any fuck-ups. You are my star, and I expect you do it right on the first take. Now, well do a second take on this scene. So don't screw it up. Okay?"
"Okay," Doris muttered weakly.
Bruce moved forward and thrust his prick into her mouth.
"Lick it, bitch. Lick my cock. Lick it real nice."
Doris was repulsed, but she felt as though she had to do the awful thing that Bruce demanded of her. Otherwise, he might beat her to a pulp. He was a brutal man, and he was obviously a degenerate and a seriously sick pervert. Doris had been warned about such men. She had been taught never to take rides from strangers, because some of them were sexual perverts. Now she knew that those warnings were indeed true. Bruce was a pervert! A real crazy man!
She licked his long cock-shaft. She hated having to perform such a lewd and grotesque act, but she just felt that she had no choice in the matter. She either obeyed him, or she would be beaten. And she definitely did not want to be beaten any more.
Bruce gabbed her red hair and thrust her head toward his long hard cock. Her lips were forced open as he slid his rock-hard prick into her mouth, feeding her his lengthy cock inch by inch into her moist mouth. "Suck my cock, sweet-cunt! Suck it!"
She felt his prick throb and bob back and forth inside of her mouth as he stabbed his cock between her wet lips. He laughed loudly and tore at her red tresses, tugging on her hair, pressing his crotch to her face, making her head bob up and down on his thick hard cock. He was brutally fucking her mouth.
"Unnggghbh! Yeah, sweet-cunt! Do it! That's pretty good. Not a bad start in the movie business. Unnggghhhh! Keep on sucking my cock. Ummpphhhhh! You might do well in this business, bitch. You suck cock pretty well for an amateur. Just think, you might have a great future in the movie business. You might even become a star," he grunted. "We could make a great team. With me as director and you as the star, we can do great films together. Unnggghhh! Keep on sucking, you little teeny-bopper cocksucker."
Doris obeyed him completely. She was convinced that Bruce was a mental case, and she would not dare disobey him. Her lips made an obscene sucking sound as she licked and lapped and sucked his prick. She slurped his cock in and out of her mouth. His cock smashed into her mouth and bounced off the back of her throat, causing her to sob from the intense pain. She moaned and panted in pain, but she did her best to please him. She knew that the only way to get out of this awful situation was to please him, to do whatever he commanded her to do. And right now he wanted to be sucked, so she sucked for all she was worth.
Bruce plunged his prick deep into her mouth. He smiled as he felt his prick-tip bouncing off of the sides of her throat and the insides of her mouth. He looked down at her and enjoyed the way that her cheeks bulged with his prick as he pumped it into her face.
"Come on now, bitch! Suck it harder. I don't want to have to do another take of this. If you don't do it right this time, they are liable to get real angry in the front office. There will be hell to pay. Suck my cock harder. Suck!" he commanded.
"Mmmmmmplh!" was the only sound Doris could make. His cock filled her mouth to overflowing. And she was doing her best to suck him hard. She had never sucked a cock before, so she really did not know how to go about it. But she just did what he said, and it seemed to be going okay. At least, he was not hitting her any more.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch! I'm gonna cum now. Get ready. I'm gonna cum! And, when I do, I want you to swallow every drop of my thick slimy cum. If you don't eat all of my cum, we'll have to shoot the whole scene over again. So swallow it all. Unnggghhhh! Unnggghhhhh! Here it cums! Ummppphhhh!"
Bruce shot a thick stream of cum into her mouth. His load poured out of his balls, through his cock and splashed into her mouth, coating the inside of her mouth and throat with thick, sticky, slimy sperm.
She gulped the load down her throat, but it seemed to coat her mouth and throat. She had a difficult time swallowing it all. And there was so much of it! He squeezed his cock at the base and another load of cock-juice oozed out of his prick-tip and into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, yesssss. Not bad, sweet-cunt. Not bad at all," he moaned. "You did a real good job. In fact you did just fine, bitch."