Chapter 3
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, not 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 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 hole. 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 hurting 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 loony 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, senile 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 tilled 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 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 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, 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-cunts. 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, hustle 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 worst, 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 thing 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 don 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 it 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-checks were shaking and jerking spasmodically as he pumped his prick in and out of her jaws, face-fucking her. "Oh...aaghhhh! I think I'm gonna cum. Aaaaaghhhh!!" Bruce wailed. A big slick load of jism spurted out of his cock-silt 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 me 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 right, 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 cunt. "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 glad 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 hat 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 goad 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 trying 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 order 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. Aaaaggghhhhh!"
She walled 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. "Ohbhhh. 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 neat. 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 of 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 there lover. I'm just about ready to cum. Just a few seconds more and I'm gonna turn it's so damned Bruce. God, this is the best fucking I've ever had. Just a few seconds more. Unnggghhh! Ohhh? Unnmhhhl Just a few seconds more and-"
And Bruce stopped pumping his prick into her aunt. Just when she was about to turn. 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 aunt!"
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 aunt. 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 aunt 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 expected to be fucked in the ass 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 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 he butt-fucked her virgin nether-hole. He gripped her taut ass-cheeks lightly, digging his fingernails into her tender ass-flesh to make sure that her hole 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 Mc dammed his fist bud 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. "C-all 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 bad ,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, girlie. 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! Fart-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 whole and milked his prick.
"Unnngghh! Unnnnggghhh" be moaned as he pumped his cock faster into her stole. "I'm gonna cum! Yeah! Oh!"
As his thick jism shot up her asshole, Melissa whimpered, writhing on his thick spurting cock. She jerked her as hard against his prick. Every muscle in her body went rigid. She shuddered.
"Unnggghhhh! 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 whole, 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 she 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 bails 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 gotta 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 waked 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 been talking about at breakfast. What was the girl's name? Oh, yeah-Doris. A cute, little eighteen-year-old virgin. That was how Diane had described her niece. And Doris
was due to arrive at the mansion on this very afternoon, Melissa thought Well, with Doris around for Bruce and Diane to luck with, Melissa would finally get some rest. Little Doris. Only eighteen years old. Poor kid. Poor little innocent virgin kid, Melissa thought, shaking her head in pity for the 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.