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Collected by Djian
updated 16 marts - 2009

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

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Bondage Slave Niece
by William Burke

CHAPTER ONE

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.

CHAPTER TWO

At breakfast the next day, Melissa assumed her usual position — on her knees under the table. She had grown accustomed to kneeling under the breakfast table while Diane and Bruce ate their meals. They threw scraps of food under the table and she was forced to eat the scraps off the floor.

It was a humiliating way to eat her meals, but she really had no choice in the matter. She either ate the scraps that Bruce and Diane threw on the floor, or she starved. It was as simple as that. If she refused the table scraps, she would get nothing at all to eat. And, more than likely, she would get a beating as well. Bruce really loved to slap her around, and he would use any excuse possible to do so. And when he beat her, it always made him hot to fuck her with his huge cock. At other times when she disobeyed them, Diane would take a riding crop to her bare back. And then there was always the dreaded dungeon! God, how Melissa feared the dungeon! So, whenever Bruce and Diane ate breakfast, Melissa dutifully licked up the scraps of food that they threw on the floor. She never complained. She knew better.

Melissa was scared to death of Bruce. He was a crude, evil son of a bitch. But, more than anything else, Melissa was afraid that, if he ever got really angry at her, he would carry out his threat to fuck her up the asshole. The mere thought of getting ass-fucked terrified Melissa and made her shudder. Bruce’s prick was so huge that it would probably tear her tender little asshole apart. God, how she hoped Bruce never did that to her.

Before Bruce had moved into Diane’s beautiful mansion, it had been pretty bad too. But then, she only had to worry about Diane tormenting and huffing and degrading her. Nevertheless, Diane was almost as bad as Bruce. She was a real weirdo, all right. No doubt about it. Melissa was not very smart, but she did not have to be a genius to realize that Diane was a sadistic pervert, who belonged in the looney bin with a bunch of other crazies. In short, Diane was one kinky bitch!

Diane got her kicks out of degrading people. She loved to make Melissa perform lowly, servile tasks. Two years ago, when Melissa made the mistake of confessing her crime to Diane, she became Diane’s personal servant. One day, Diane started feeding Melissa oatmeal for breakfast. A few days later, Diane made her eat the oatmeal from a bowl on the floor. Melissa could deal with that. After all, oatmeal is a pretty hearty meal. After about a week of that, Diane came to a late breakfast after having ridden her beautiful black stallion in the morning. She was tired and in a bad mood. And she had been drinking already. She was in a real bad mood. Melissa pulled off Diane’s leather riding boots. Then Diane placed Melissa’s bowl of oatmeal on the floor. Diane laughed demonically and plunged her bare foot in the bowl of mushy oatmeal. The oatmeal mush squished under Diane’s naked foot and filled the spaces between her finely chiseled toes. “Today you eat your breakfast from my feet, bitch. Today you lick your oatmeal from between my toes!” Diane had hissed. Melissa never forgot the evil glint in Diane’s blue eyes as she knelt on the floor and licked and sucked the warm oatmeal mush from Diane’s feet. How gross! Melissa thought as she remembered that terrible morning.

Since that time, Melissa had grown accustomed to obeying Diane’s crude commands. But, now that Bruce had moved in with Diane, things had changed drastically. Now she had to serve Bruce as well as Diane!

A swift kick to her tit brought Melissa back to present day reality.

“Hey, slut,” rasped Bruce. “Are you falling asleep down there or what?” He kicked her again and then he and Diane broke out laughing and, ignoring her as though she were not even in the same room, they returned to their conversation.

From her kneeling position beneath the breakfast table, Melissa listened closely to the chatter going on above her. Diane was busily telling Bruce about her thirteen-year-old niece, a girl named Doris.

“Yeah, well Doris will be here this afternoon. She is arriving by plane and I’m sending Bull out in the Rolls Royce to pick her up at the airport,” Diane said matter-of-factly.

“Well, what kind of girl is she?” asked Bruce, his voice full of eager anticipation.

“I’ve only seen her once,” replied Diane. “When my brother Jake died, I went to the funeral and she was there. She was dressed in a little blue school uniform. It didn’t do anything for her figure,” Diane quipped. “She was real cute though. Cute and ripe. A teeny-bopper. Or, as you would say, a teeny-cunt. I think you’ll like her, Bruce. I know your taste.”

“What do you mean, you know my taste, you think I’ll like her, she’s cute?” Bruce was irritated and spoke in a shrill, angry voice. Diane was baiting him and he did not like it one bit.

“She’s cute,” Diane answered. “She’s about five feet tall, with freckles, short red hair, and brown eyes. Nice high, tight ass. Firm little titties. A deep suntan. Obviously healthy she probably plays a lot of tennis and swims a lot, and I understand she rides horses like an expert. You know, they do a good bit of riding at those fancy New England boarding schools.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Bruce impatiently. “But… is she… is she a virgin?” He waited as though his life depended on the answer.

“Of course she’s a virgin. Christ, Bruce. Sometimes you are really stupid. Hell, she’s been in a boarding school ever since she was five years old. An all-girls’ boarding school.”

Bruce was jubilant. He smiled wide, slapped his hands on the table and yelled, “All right! What a fucking treat! A teeny-cunt! I dig teeny-cunt’s. And I just love to break in sweet, innocent little virgins. I’ll bust her cherry and give her one hell of a good fucking, a fucking she’ll never forget. And, hell, I’ll throw in a few extras just for good measure. Goddamn! This calls for a celebration! Let’s break out the booze and toast the teeny-cunt!” Bruce was absolutely ecstatic.

“Fuck you!” Diane hissed as she stood up and left the breakfast table. As she turned to leave the room, Diane shouted down at Melissa, who still knelt under the table. “When Bruce is finished celebrating, hussle your little ass up to my room. I’m good and horny this morning, and if my cunt doesn’t get some satisfaction soon, I’ll take a whip to your tender hide.”

Melissa peeked out from under the table, pouted, smiled weakly at Diane and answered dutifully, “Yes, mistress. I will be right up as soon as I can.”

Diane stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

As Bruce finished his meal, Melissa cringed under the table, hoping that he would forget that she was still there. She felt so disgraced at having to kneel while Bruce ate. And she was hungry. They had not thrown her any scraps of food this morning. And the only thing she had eaten for dinner the night before was Diane’s cunt. So she was really hungry. She was so hungry that she would gladly have eaten oatmeal from between Diane’s toes. All of a sudden, she noticed that Bruce had shifted in his chair above her. He was unzipping his pants. He pulled his prick out and shook it.

“Here’s your breakfast, Melissa,” said Bruce. It was an eerie situation. She could hear his voice speaking to her from above the table, but she could only see him from the waist down. She looked at his giant cock and wished that she had a knife so that she could cut it off. That would fix the bastard, she thought. She hated Bruce so much. He was such a brutal, sadistic bastard.

Bruce wagged his cock once more.

“Let’s go,” he said impatiently. “Suck my cock for breakfast. Think of all the good nutritious vitamins you will get when you swallow my nice hot cum.”

Melissa crawled forward and gripped his cock in her hands. She was repulsed at the thought of sucking Bruce off and drinking his sticky, slimy cum. But she had to do it. If she failed to please him, he would surely beat her. And, what was wont, he might be so mad that he would ass-fuck her! God, what a revolting thought.

She bent forward and licked the tip of his mammoth cock. The head of his prick turned a deep red color as blood coursed through its veins. She teased his prick-tip with a few long, lingering licks. His cock leapt upward with every lick. Before long, Bruce had an enormous cock-stand.

“Suck me, bitch. Suck my cock,” he shouted. “You haven’t had anything to eat for breakfast, so I’m gonna feed you. I’m gonna feed you the cum in my cock.” He laughed loudly.

Taking half of Bruce’s giant cock into her mouth, she began to milk his prick-tip, sucking smoothly, slowly and deliberately in an attempt to tease him. Teasing Bruce was the only way she had to get back at him for the awful things he forced her to do. It was her small way of getting some kind of revenge.

“Harder! Suck my cock harder!” he yelled. His muscular ass-cheeks shook and quivered as he began to pump his mammoth prick in and out of her jaws. “Take all of my cock into your mouth, you little slut. I want to fill your mouth with my prick. Suck my cock and suck it good, or else.”

Melissa knew that it was time to quit teasing and get down to some serious cock-sucking. She took a deep breath and sucked hard on his prick.

Bruce drilled his prick relentlessly into her hot sucking mouth. He face-fucked her with all of his strength. Pumping back and forth in her mouth face fucking her with ferocious, furious strokes.

It was such a bizarre scene, Melissa thought. All she could see were his prick, his hairy crotch and his huge balls. She could not even look up into his face because Bruce was still sitting at the table above her.

Sucking his prick in this manner was a degrading task at best, but, as she lapped and sucked on his giant cock, she began to feel a sensuous itch deep down inside of her cunt. In her mind, she tried to deny the fact that sucking Bruce’s prick was actually beginning to turn her on. But it was definitely true. Cunt-juice was beginning to seep out of her tight little pussy. Her sweet pussy-nectar welled up inside of her cunt and ran down her creamy thighs. Waves of lust and passion pulsed through her veins, swelling her clit and filling her mind with visions of pure, unadulterated, hot sexuality. Her cunt tingled with stabs of roaring, passionate fire. Raw lust! It could not be denied. Bruce was a mean fucker. But, she thought, that expression could have a double meaning.

She sucked harder on his cock. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs to get a better grip, she lapped at the sensitive spot just under his cock-knob. He responded immediately to her sexual ministrations by wriggling in his chair and thrusting his hips forward, ramming his cock deep into her throat.

“Aaaggghhhh! Oh, yeah. That’s really damned good, sweet-cunt. Aaaggghhhh!” he moaned. “Get down and go to it, bitch. Suck me harder! Your mouth feels so fucking hot and juicy. Keep it up. Suck. Suck harder!”

Melissa sucked harder. As much as she hated Bruce and his crude commands, she realized that she was getting hotter by the second. Her cunt throbbed with passion, begging for sexual release. She hated herself for getting so excited and hot while sucking Bruce’s thick prick. What he was making her do suck his cock under the table was degrading, lewd and repulsive. And yet, she was experiencing strange thrills of lusty sexual passion. “Harder! Harder!” he yelled. His ass cheeks were shaking and jerking spasmodically as he pumped his prick in and out of her jaws, face fucking her. “Ohhh, aggghhhh! I think I’m… gonna… cum. Aaaagggghhhhh!” Bruce wailed. A big slick load of jism spurted out of his cock slit and filled her mouth to overflowing.

“Eat it, bitch!” he commanded. “Swallow my cum. Swallow all of it. Don’t miss a drop,” he added.

Melissa gulped down the load, but Bruce was not finished cumming yet. He pumped his cock into her mouth again and again. With each brutal thrust, he released thick gobs of hot slimy sperm. She took it all in, swallowing it hungrily. Her cunt was dripping wet with hot cunt-juice, and, although she hated Bruce with all of her heart, her lust kept rising higher and higher. Her cunt was aching for an orgasm. She just had to climax. She was dying to be fucked. That was what she really wanted. She wanted a nice big cock stuck into her cunt. And Bruce had just the cock that she needed at this moment. More, than anything in the world, she wanted Bruce to sink his huge cock in her slick seething cunt. She wanted him to bury his prick to the hilt, balls deep in her twat, and fuck her to a wonderful frenzied orgasm.

“Please, Bruce! Fuck me!” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Bruce. Please fuck me,” she begged. “I just have to have your beautiful big cock in my pussy. I’m so damned hot and horny. I need it real bad, Bruce. Take me, Bruce! Fuck me!”

“So, you want nip to fuck you, huh sweet-cunt?” Bruce replied in a cool voice. “Hell, Melissa. I thought you’d never ask. What is this, a lady’s choice?” He chuckled and stood up from the table. “You want me to shove my big prick up your little snatch, huh? Ain’t that fight, sweet-cunt? You’re asking good ole Bruce to fuck your tight hot little pussy, is that right?”

“Yes, Bruce,” Melissa answered quickly. “Please fuck me! I need it so bad right now. I can’t stand it any more. My cunt is so hot and ready. You’ll like it Bruce. Honest you will. I just have to have your beautiful cock deep down inside my cunt. Please fuck me, Bruce.”

“Okay, sweet-cunt. Get your ass out from under the table and I’ll give you a fucking you’ll never forget.”

“Oh, thank you Bruce,” Melissa sighed. She crawled out from under the breakfast table. She was burning up inside. She was ready to be fucked. Her cunt was oozing pussy-juice. Hell, she thought, it was running down her thighs in streams. Streams of cunt-juice just pouring out of her tight, hot cum. “I’m ready Bruce,” she said. “My cunt is slick and hot and just waiting to be fucked by that oversized prick of yours.”

“Okay, bitch. I’ll be gad to oblige. Now, lay down on the floor.”

Melissa stretched out, spread eagled on the floor, face up. She closed her eyes and prepared herself mentally for the great moment when he would bury his cock to the hilt in her hot pussy.

But Bruce was not at all pleased.

“No, that just won’t do, sweet-cunt,” he said, shaking his head in disgust. “I want you on your stomach. Stick your ass up in the air real high. I wanna fuck you doggie style. Get you good and warmed up that way. Then you can turn over and I’ll give it to you the straight way. But I want to start up by fucking that cute little pussy of yours from behind doggie style. You’ll do that for me, won’t you darlin’?”

“But I’m already warmed up and ready to go,” she protested. “Hell, I’m hot as hell right now. Can’t you just…”

“On your stomach, wench!” Bruce interrupted. “I was frying to be nice, but you ruined it. Damn! I just don’t know what I’m gonna do about you girlie. Now didn’t I tell you that I was gonna fuck you doggie style first? Didn’t I say that?”

“Yes, Bruce,” she replied.

“Well then, doggie style it’ll be. You’ll like it. I guarantee it. Now get into position.”

Melissa could tell from the nasty tone of his voice that he was in no mood to argue with anyone. So she dutifully stretched out on the floor and arched her hips upward so that his cock could easily penetrate her hot juicy pussy.

Kneeling behind her, Bruce stuck three fingers up her cunt. “My, my, sweet-cunt. You are a hot little bitch. A real bitch in heat. Nice and wet and slick. Made to over for my prick. Get ready, you little slut, because here I come. My cock, that is.”

Bruce stabbed his rock-hard cock into her ripe hot pussy. He plunged deeply, pushing her forward on her forearms. He pumped hard into her pussy.

Melissa moaned as his mammoth prick speared her seething cunt. Her pussy-walls were stretched to the absolute limit by his thick prick. At first, it hurt and caused her to wince and cry out in pain. “Oh, my God,” she gasped. “Your cock… your cock is so big. I don’t know if my little cunt can take it all. Aaaaggghhhh!”

She wailed as he plunged forward again. He sunk it into her hot cunt. Damn, Bruce could be a real bastard at times, she thought. But he sure had a big cock. This was one weirdo who knew how to fuck a woman!

Bruce’s cock pumped rhythmically into her tight cunt. He fucked her roughly and brutally, but his long cock-strokes were sexy as could be and they felt just great. Only minutes ago she had sucked him until he came in her mouth. But here he was, rock-hard again, fucking her cunt like a champion stud. He was fucking her with fevered urgency. And she was thoroughly turned on and going strong. His prick was so long and thick and it caressed and stroked areas in her cunt that had never been touched before. The slick oily walls of her cunt were rubbed sensuously with every prick-thrust.

“I told you you’d like it, bitch,” he said. “Just keep on moving I’ll do the rest. My big prick can take good care of you, darlin’.”

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered. “Ohhhh. Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me hard. Give it to me real good. Give me all of your cock, baby. Oh, God! It feels so good.”

“Unnnggghhhh!” he groaned. “Get it, sweet cunt!” he said as he thrust his prick in and out of her pulsating, spasming cunt. “Nice tight pussy. Feels nice. That’s just the kind of cunt I like. Nice and tight and wet and juicy and hot, dammit!”

His prick was drilling her cunt fast and hard now. Fucking her cunt from behind — doggie style. Wow! thought Melissa. This way of fucking was really great. She had been fucked in many different positions by many different men, but never, never had she been fucked doggie style. And, she mused happily as Bruce pumped his prick into her cunt; Bruce was being really nice for a change. She had wanted him to fuck her. Hell, she had needed Bruce to fuck her. She had asked him to do it, and he was doing it. Not only was he doing it, but he was teaching her a new way of fucking doggie style. How nice of him! And he was fucking her nicely.

The rapid-fire stabbing of his mammoth cock into her cunt felt simply terrific. He was pretty rough, driving hard into her pussy with every lunging thrust of his rock-hard prick. But that was what she really wanted. Maybe she had misjudged Bruce, she thought. Maybe he was not such a mean jerk after all. Sure, he talked dirty while fucking her, but that really was not so bad. In fact, she kind bf liked it.

“Oh, damn, Bruce,” she purred. “It’s so good. Your cock feels so nice in my sweet little cunt. Your prick is so nice and hard. God, you really are a fantastic lover,” she gasped and moaned as spine chilling sensations swept her into a world of sexual bliss. Melissa was so caught up in the lustful thrills of fucking that she momentarily forgot the sadistic and depraved manner in which Bruce usually behaved. She forgot that, only minutes before, he had degraded her by making her suck his cock under the breakfast table. All she could think of was the beautiful feeling of Bruce’s huge, hard, hot wonderful cock that filled her hot tight pussy.

“Keep on pumping your ass, wench,” Bruce moaned as he accelerated his powerful thrusting movements. “Keep it up. Don’t stop now, dammit!” He gasped and jerked his hips forward, ramming his prick into her seething pussy, sluicing her slick pussy walls and humping hard with his hips.

“Oh, yes. Yes! I’ll keep it up. Just keep on fucking me, Bruce. Don’t stop. I’m almost them, lover. I’m just about ready to cum. Just a few seconds more and I’m gonna cum. It’s so damned good, Bruce. God, this is the best fucking I’ve ever had. Just a few seconds more. Unnggghhh! Ohhh! Unnggghhh! Just a few seconds more and…”

And Bruce stopped pumping his prick into her cunt. Just when she was about to cum. He quickly pulled his hard prick out of her pussy, and it did a springing cock stand and pointed at the high ceiling. Damn, that sucker would look just great with a little American flag pasted to the end of it, Bruce thought.

“No! No!” she yelped. “Please don’t stop now. I’m almost there. Damn! I’m gonna cum any second! That’s not fair, Bruce,” she pleaded. “I really need it and you said you’d give me a fucking I’d never forget. Come on, Bruce! Put your cock back in my cunt!”

Melissa was in a frenzy. It was so frustrating. Bruce had brought her to the very edge of the most powerful orgasm in her entire life and then he had pulled his prick out of her cunt. Just when she was ready to cum! She just had to have his cock back inside of her so that she could finish fucking and climax.

“What’s the matter, sweet-cunt?” Bruce taunted. “You want more? Is that it? Didn’t get enough?”

“Yes… I mean, no! I didn’t get enough. Please, Bruce. I beg of you, please. My cunt is so hot and ready. Please put your prick back inside of me. I’m almost there. Fuck me some more! Put your cock back in me and fuck me some more until I go absolutely crazy. I really need it!”

“Sure thing, baby,” he replied. “I’d hate to see you go unsatisfied. That just ain’t my style, you know? I mean, I’m one big fucking stud, so I gotta make sure I please my women. Else wise, it might damage my reputation. Now just lift your tight little ass up nice and high, and I’ll shove my cock back in before you can say shit.”

“Yeah!” Melissa hissed. “Do it, Bruce! Do it!” Melissa screamed as she pulled her knees forward and hunched her ass upward to receive his thick hard cock in her cunt.

Bruce moved forward and, with a quick, forceful lunge, he shoved his big cock deep into her ASSHOLE!

“Shit,” Melissa said as his slick, thick lengthy prick slithered between her ass-cheeks and rammed deeply into her asshole.

“What did I tell you?” Bruce quipped. “Didn’t I say that I’d shove my cock in you before you could say shit?”

“Oh, my God!” Melissa wailed. Tears poured down her face and she winced in pain. Her ass was actually impaled on his giant cock, she thought fearfully. Her asshole felt as though it were being torn apart at the seams. Her rectal muscles were stretched to the absolute limit. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and she had never in her entire life ever expected to be fucked in the ass. But it was happening! No doubt about it. It hurt so much. Her mind visualized Bruce’s mammoth prick and she shuddered at the thought that his prick was, at this very moment, buried deeply in her tight asshole!

“Yeah, that’s it, sweet-cunt. Or should I be calling you sweet-asshole now that I got my prick stuck up your behind?” Bruce asked sadistically as he butt-fucked her virgin nether hole. He gripped her taut ass cheeks tightly, digging his fingernails into her tender ass-flesh to make sure that her asshole could not escape his steadily stroking cock.

“Oh, God. I can’t stand it, Bruce. Please stop. Please stop ass fucking me. It’s so awful. It hurts so much.”

“Hey now. Let’s not be getting off the subject, bitch. Well now, what do you say? I should be calling you sweet-asshole instead of sweet-cunt right now. Shouldn’t I?”

“No!” she yelped. “Bruce, please stop. Please…”

He cut her short. He slammed his fist hard into her shoulder and shouted, “I asked you a question, bitch! Now answer me. I should call you sweet asshole, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes! Yes!” she rasped. “Call me sweet asshole. Call me anything you want. But please stop. I can’t stand it! Your cock is tearing my poor asshole apart. It hurts so badly, Bruce. You just can’t imagine how bad it hurts. Please stop. I feel like my ass is being torn up inside.”

Bruce paid her no mind. He kept grinding his hips, ramming his thick cock into her asshole. He pushed his cock forward into her ass with brutal strokes. He reamed her asshole with wild abandon.

“Oh yeah! That’s one tight asshole you got there, guile. So fucking tight. Come on, bitch. Swivel those hips. Get your cute little asshole nice and tight around my prick. Milk my cock with your asshole. Yeah. Oh, yeah! Wild, crazy ass!”

Melissa groaned in pain. Boy, Bruce sure was a wild and crazy asshole, she thought. A real mental jerk-off! She sobbed and cursed at Bruce. “Bastard! Cocksucker! Prick! Shit-sucker! Fan-eater. Fucking asshole!” she screamed. She had been a real fool to think that he could be anything but a crude, debauched, evil, demonic stupid son of a bitch.

Then, all of a sudden, it occurred to her that the intense pain in her nether-hole was beginning to dissipate. The pain was starting to meld with feelings of unbridled lust and pleasure. Yes, actual pleasure. Although Bruce was brutally raping her asshole, she began to respond to his vicious cock-thrusts by bucking her ass backwards so that his prick could penetrate even deeper. She felt both shame and ecstasy at the same time. A strange carnal mixture of steamy sexual tension and desire built inside her loins, and she yearned for passionate, sexual release. The Big O.

“Oh, oh my God. It’s… it’s… oh, Bruce. Don’t stop,” Melissa cried out. She could hardly believe her own words. But she tightened the muscles in her asshole and milked his prick.

“Unnnggghhhh! Unnnnggghbhh!” he moaned as he pumped his cock faster into her asshole. “I’m gonna cum! Yeah! Oh! Aaaggghhhhh!”

As his thick jism shot up her asshole, Melissa whimpered, writhing on his thick spurting cock. She jerked her ass hard against his prick. Every muscle in her body went rigid. She shuddered.

“Unnggghbhh! Oh, God. Fucking shit!” she wailed. Her orgasm was sharp and hit her like a ton of red-hot bricks on a cold winter night. A warm glow of passionate release spread through her loins, enveloping her asshole, her cunt, her tits, her face, her legs, every part of her body, as the climax swept away the pain of the ass-fucking and the degradation she had experienced.

Bruce rolled off of her and stretched out on the floor. He fell asleep almost immediately. Melissa looked at him as he lay on his back. She sat up and watched his giant prick slowly soften and shrink in size. Slimy cum oozed from his prick-tip. With mixed feelings, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his balls and cock. Then she eagerly licked the drop of thick jism that clung to his prick-tip.

Raising herself off the floor in tired, slow movements, she managed to stand up. Her leg muscles were so tired that they twitched and spasmed, causing her to wobble on her feet and almost to fall down. From head to toe, her body ached. Her cunt was sore and, as she began to walk, she winced as she felt a sharp pain engulf her ravaged asshole.

Bruce was snoring loudly. He lay on the floor, sleeping soundly. Melissa looked down at him, shrugged and, shaking her head, said, “Boy, Bruce. You sure gave me one hell of a work out. You fuck pretty good. But, I got a say that you are one big fucking pain in the ass.” Bruce was asleep and could not appreciate her little joke. He just kept on snoring, a big grin pasted on his face.

She strolled wearily to the regal spiral staircase and walked upstairs to service Diane. “Boy,” she muttered to herself. “Diane and Bruce sure do wear me out. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. If only I can get my hands on those damned incriminating tapes in Diane’s safe, I’ll run away from this house of perversion and start a new life.” But, there really was not much chance of that, she thought. She would probably die of exhaustion before she ever got the opportunity to steal the tapes of her confession and escape.

Then she remembered the girl that Diane and Bruce had bed talking about at breakfast. What was the girl’s name? Oh, yeah — Doris. A cute, little thirteen-year-old virgin. That was how Diane had described her niece. And Doris was due to arrive at the mansion this very afternoon, Melissa thought.

Well, with Doris around for Bruce and Diane to fuck with, Melissa would finally get some rest. Little Doris. Only thirteen years old. Poor kid. Poor little innocent virgin kid, Melissa thought, shaking her head in pity for the little girl. If only Doris knew the depraved household she was about to enter, Melissa mused. Then she rushed toward Diane’s bedroom to service her mistress.

The huge, muscular man nicknamed “Bull” drove out to meet Doris at the airport. Doris had expected to be greeted by her aunt, Aunt Diane. She looked about the airport anxiously after stepping into the lounge area, but she could not see her aunt. To her surprise, a hulk of a man I lumbered forward, gripped her firmly by the arm and spun her around.

“Your name Doris,” he asked in a deep, gruff voice.

“Yes, Doris is my name,” replied the startled thirteen-year-old redhead. “But, who are you?”

“Just call me Bull. Everybody calls me Bull. So just call me Bull. When I was a kid, they used to call me Ape. Can you imagine that? Yeah, they called me Ape when I was a kid, but now that I’m a grown-up, they call me Bull. Don’t know exactly why, they just do is all. So just call me Bull, okay?”

“Okay, Bull,” replied Doris. My heavens, she thought, why in the world did Aunt Diane send this animal to pick her up at the airport? No wonder he had always been named after animals. Bull was a hulking, hairy guy. He weighed about three hundred pounds, all of it muscle. He was so hairy that he looked like he had swung in on a vine.

“Hey, Bull. Let go of my arm, will you please? You’re gonna break it in two!”

“Oh, yeah,” said Bull, releasing his grip. “I’m sorry, Doris. They tell me I don’t know my own strength. Ever since I was a kid, they told me that.”

“Where’s my Aunt Diane? She’s not sick is she? I expected her to pick me up.”

“No, she ain’t sick,” Bull answered. “At least, I don’t think she’s sick. She didn’t say nothin’ about bein’ sick. But, maybe. Oh, jeez, Doris. You’re getting me all mixed up.”

“I’m sorry, Bull,” said Doris, reaching up and patting his thick broad shoulders in a gesture of pity, understanding and forgiveness. Gee, she thought, Bull was not too bright. But he seemed like a nice fellow. Just stupid. He seemed harmless. Then she wondered how such a nice guy like Bull got tagged with such an awful nickname.

Bull led her to the impressive purple Rolls-Royce, opened the back door and said, “Get in, Doris.”

As she sat in the plush seat on her ride to Aunt Diane’s home, Doris could not hide the fact that she was very impressed. “Why, wait a beautiful car, Bull,” she said. “I guess Aunt Diane is really rich, huh?”

“Yeah, she’s rich all right. Your aunt is about as rich as they come, I guess.”

“I really don’t know her very well, you know?” she said. “I only met her once, at a funeral. So I really don’t know her, but I guess she’s a pretty nice lady, huh?”

“Oh, you bet. She takes good care of old Bull,” he responded. “Golly, Doris. I just don’t know what would have become of me if it hadn’t been for your Aunt Diane. You see, I used to be a professional football player. Played for the Green Bay Packers tackle. But, one day, I was under a whole heap of players, and my helmet cracked, and, well, I guess all that weight on my head just kinda squished my brains around. And, well, I ain’t been able to think too well since then. Oh, I can follow orders, all tight. Miss DeMarrow needed somebody big around the place, and she gave me a job working for her. She gives me the orders, and I do what she tells me is all. Half the time, I don’t remember from one day to the next what she has me do. But it’s okay. I don’t live too badly. I don’t know what would have happened to me if it wasn’t for your Aunt Diane.”

Gee, Doris thought. Aunt Diane must be a really nice lady to help Bull out like that. The poor guy.

After a half hour drive, the purple Rolls-Royce turned off the highway and entered the DeMarrow estate. Doris knew it was her aunt’s home when they passed under a huge gate with a sign which proclaimed “DeMarrow Manor” in tall, bold letters.

The big car rolled along a driveway for what seemed like a mile. The estate was huge. Doris surveyed the grounds with wide eyes. There were spacious, well-kept fields, dozens of beautiful, thoroughbred horses running free in a pasture. As they approached the huge white Grecian mansion, adorned with five white pillars out front, Doris saw the stables, a tennis court and a huge swimming pool.

“My, what an absolutely lovely, beautiful place!” Doris exclaimed. “Does Aunt Diane own all of this?”

“Yep. All two hundred acres of it,” Bull replied.

“Wow, this is really something!” Doris was really excited. Her new life with Aunt Diane was going to be so much fun and so thrilling. Doris came from a very wealthy family and had always lived well. Her boarding school in New England had been one of the most exclusive boarding schools in the whole world. But never had she seen such luxury as this estate. Aunt Diane must live like a queen, she thought.

The Rolls pulled to a stop in front of the mansion and Bull opened the car door for Doris. As she stepped out of the car, Diane came out of the mansion to greet her niece.

“Well, hello Doris!” she welcomed her niece, giving her a peck on the cheek. “So nice to see you again. I’m so gad that you are coming to live with us. I have a room all fixed up for you and, since I know how much you love to ride horses, I picked out a beautiful little Shetland pony just for you. You’ll simply love it here, I’m sure.”

“Oh, Aunt Diane!” the cute little thirteen-year old girl exclaimed. “You are so nice! My own pony! Wow! I can’t think of anything I’d like better. Thank you ever so much. This place is so big and beautiful, and you are so nice, I just know I’m gonna love it here. Gee, I am so happy. I’m so lucky to have such a nice aunt.” Her face flushed with unbridled joy as she hugged her aunt tightly.

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