Chapter 8

Maureen wakened slowly; her head was resting on something soft and moist which seemed to move against her cheek. She blinked her eyes, forgetting for a brief moment where she was. Then memory returned, and with it fear.

She was lying, curled up like a kitten, between the broad thighs of her aunt. She moved her head, and inches away from her mouth was the red maw of the older woman's vulva. Maureen stared at it: it seemed to move with every breath that Sylvia took.

A revulsion that turned to anger ran through Maureen's body. The things this woman had made her do! She slid her nude body off the end of the bed, then stood still, breathing deeply, angrily, as she stared down at the naked body of her aunt.

Maureen clenched her fists: she was tired of being used, and abused, by men as well as women.

Her eyes went to the side of the bed, and she saw the huge dildo that Sylvia had driven into her pussy with such vicious pleasure. Then she saw the cane. Maureen picked it up, then stood, fingering the pliable wooden shaft as she stared at her aunt on the bed.

It was time she started using people, instead of letting them use her! If she hadn't been so drunk and helpless, she'd never have allowed her aunt to force her to do the things she had done.

Maureen took a deep breath: if she was going to assert herself, what better place to start than here in her aunt's suite?

Gently, she closed her aunt's legs, then moved around to the side of the bed and slowly turned the older woman over onto her face. Sylvia mumbled in her sleep but didn't awaken.

Maureen stared at the rounded mounds of Sylvia's buttocks.

Dirty, old bitch! she mouthed to herself. How'd you like to have someone do something to you for a change?

She moved to the foot of the bed again, carefully aiming the metal tip of the cane at the cleft in Sylvia's buttocks. She couldn't see the exact spot she wanted, so she reached forward and parted her aunt's legs until the small red hole appeared. She placed the tip of the cane on the lips of the wet orifice.

Before plunging it in, Maureen took a deep breath, feeling a new rush of excitement ripple through her body, then she lunged forward, thrusting the cane up Sylvia's anal canal. It went in easily, smoothly, and it wasn't until more then eight inches of the cane had disappeared in the woman's body that the first spurts of blood appeared.

Sylvia awakened with a scream of agony. Her tortured body writhed about, wriggling higher up the bed, trying to escape the agonizing shaft inside her.

Maureen felt the wetness trickle down the insides of her thighs. She'd never known such a sensual thrill! She moved the came forward, pressing it in deeper as her aunt squirmed up higher on the bed. The screams of pain rose higher. Then Sylvia twisted her neck, turned her head and stared at Maureen over her shoulder. Her face was white with pain, mouth open to emit a piercing squeal of agony.

"M-Maureen-" she panted, "what're you doing? Stop, Maureen, please stop!" Her words bubbled off into a series of screams, as Maureen twisted and turned the cane, bringing fresh spurts of bright blood from the abused tissue inside the tortured anus.

Sylvia tried to squirm away from the burning shaft, but Maureen followed her movements with vicious persistence.

"Don't you like it, auntie dear?" mouthed Maureen, feeling saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth as she spoke. "This is what you were going to do to me, isn't it?"

"Stop, Maureen-I-I wouldn't do this to you-you're my niece-please stop!" Her voice went higher. "You're killing me, please stop!"

With an abrupt, tearing movement, Maureen dragged the cane out of her aunt's body. A steady flow of blood oozed out when the cane was removed.

"I don't want to kill you, auntie dear," said Maureen with vicious sweetness. "How'd you like this?" She raised the cane and brought it down onto the bleeding bottom with all her strength.

Sylvia's body was pressed into the bed with the force of the blow. As it bounced out again, Maureen lashed down once more.

Two livid lines criss-crossed Sylvia's buttocks: her screams changed into groans of pain. With an effort, she twisted her head again and looked at Maureen. "Why?" she asked through pain-racked lips, "why, Maureen?"

Maureen breathed deeply, angrily, viciously. "Because I'm sick an' tired of bein' used by you an' people like you." She panted for breath, then: "I'm younger than you, auntie dear, an' I'm stronger. And I'm not going to let you forget that from now on." She broke off, lashed down with the cane again, and a fresh line appeared on the older woman's bottom.

Sylvia groaned and tried to wriggle off the bed. Maureen lashed her on the shoulder with the cane. "Stay where you are, auntie, I like you just where you are!"

Sylvia froze. There was a new note in Maureen's voice that sent icy shivers all over her body.

"I'm your niece, aren't I, auntie?" asked Maureen in a softly vicious voice.

"Yes," groaned the older woman, "of course you are-"

"Then treat me like your niece-" Maureen screamed, "not like a toy that's here just to satisfy your perverse desires."

Sylvia closed her eyes, writhing her pain-racked body about very gently. "I-I have strange wants, my child-" she whispered.

Maureen stared at her aunt. "Then maybe I have, too-" she said quietly. "I didn't realize how much pleasure there was in this." The cane again came down onto the already marked and abused buttocks of her aunt.

"This is how you get your kicks-" Maureen whispered, "hurtin' people. Like Blake. What did you do to Blake?"

"He had to be punished," whispered Sylvia.

"How?"

"I-I whipped him."

"But why'd he let you?"

The trace of a cold smile crossed Sylvia's pale face. "He didn't have any choice. He's wanted in New York for some trouble. If I decided to talk, he'd be sent away for a long, long time. He has to do whatever I tell him. He has no choice."

Maureen nodded her head very slowly. It made sense. She'd wondered why Blake was content to stay in this remote spot. If what her aunt said was true, it explained his reasons.

"And William," she asked now, "why does William tolerate your punishments."

Her aunt's voice was weak. "He's been here a long time and he has his quirks, too."

Maureen raised her eyebrows, then remembered the sounds from the library, her investigation and what she'd found.

"William wouldn't leave Blythe House. Where would he go? At his age there just isn't-" she broke off, shook her head. "I tolerate his quirks, so he tolerates mine."

Maureen took a deep breath. "And Jennie." Her voice was tight, strained. "Have you ever done anything to Jennie?"

Sylvia shook her head. "No, Maureen, not yet."

"Then don't!" Maureen startled herself by the intensity of her words. "If ever she has to be punished, I'll punish her."

Sylvia stared at Maureen, then a faint smile fringed her lips. "Just as you say, Maureen dear, from now on you'll help me discipline the staff, won't you?"

Maureen loooked at her aunt through cold eyes. "From now on you'll treat me differently. I'll wear what I want, when I want, an' do what I want whenever I want."

Two red spots appeared in Sylvia's pale cheeks. "This is my house, Maureen; you're only my guest here."

"That's right. You asked me to come, said you'd pay me! But you didn't tell me exactly what you wanted me for, did you, auntie dear?" Maureen leaned forward until her mouth was inches away from her aunt's face. "You didn't tell me that!"

Sylvia flinched under the intensity of Maureen's words. She watched Maureen pick up the cane which had dropped from her hand, saw her stroke the shaft slowly, thoughtfully.

Maureen spoke softly, "I could do whatever I wanted to you, auntie. There's no one to stop me." Her breasts heaved as she spoke. "The servants wouldn't pay any attention to screams coming from your suite. They must be used to that."

"No, Maureen, no!" Sylvia's voice was frantic.

"And I'm too strong for you, auntie dear, much too strong. You couldn't stop me from doin' any little thing I wanted. Don't ever forget it."

"Oh, Maureen, I won't ever forget," Sylvia answered eagerly.

Maureen threw the cane onto the dresser, then bent down, picked up the flesh-colored dildo and examined it closely.

"I didn't really mind it," she said slowly, then threw the dildo onto the dresser beside the cane.

"You can get up now," said Maureen, as though granting a favor, "it must be late." She walked to where Jennie had placed her watch the night before and looked at the dial. "Ten o'clock," she said, "I'll tell William to have Mrs. Menton prepare some breakfast. I'm hungry," she laughed suddenly, glancing at the cane, then at her aunt's buttocks. "Exercise makes me hungry." She laughed some more. "Get dressed, Sylvia-you don't mind if I call you Sylvia, do you?" The older woman shook her head weakly. "Then get dressed and we'll go down an' eat together!"

Maureen opened a closet and took out one of her aunt's robes. It was a blend of satin and silk. "You don't mind if I wear this, do you, Sylvia?"

"Of course not, Maureen, wear anything you-you want."

Maureen wrapped the expensive robe around her, then glanced around her for the bell-push. Sylvia pointed weakly: "The bell's at the side of the door."

Maureen smiled her thanks and pressed it. But it was Jennie who answered the call, not William.

As soon as the maid saw Maureen, her eyes widened and she began to ask: "Are you all right, Maur-" She broke off as her eyes went past Maureen to the naked woman on the bed. Her expression changed: "What was it you wanted, Miss Maureen?"

"Tell William to have breakfast ready for Sylvia and I in thirty minutes, Jennie."

"Yes, Miss Maureen." The girl spoke with her eyes downcast, then hurried away.

Sylvia spoke from the bed. "Don't do it too, too much, Maureen." And there was a trace of her old sarcasm in the tone of her voice.

"Don't worry about me, Sylvia," said Maureen coldly. "Just worry about yourself." Then she went into Sylvia's private bathroom, slammed the door and turned on the shower.

Sylvia propped herself on an elbow and stared at the closed door for a long time.