Chapter 2
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 worn. 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 clean-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 far 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 down 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, spilling over with hate--sinister, malignant, 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 young 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 mc go. He told me that I couldn't leave the tack worn until I had sucked him off. 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 low-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 bad been treated like shit. 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 m 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 weakly.
"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 cunt last night. I know 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 stockinged 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 Vargas 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 beck to her senses. "What the fuck an 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 puny-lips.
"Oh, thank you Diane," whispered the heeling 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 determined bitch, she thought. A real weirdo!
Melissa's tongue lashed out and she slowly licked the very tip of Diane's sensitive clit. 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 small circles around the tip of Diane's clit 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 cunt, 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-silt to the very tip of her stiff, hot cunt. Diane moaned loudly and shook all over, jerking her hips and convulsed with sheer lust and unmitigated sexual delight.
"Ohhhhhhh! 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 teaming 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 served to heighten Melissa's sexual fever.
Melissa nibbled Diane's cut, 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 cut 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, 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! Suck it! Yeah, bitch. That's it. Do it, my little cunt lickstrcss. 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 puny. 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 scone. 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 who 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.