Chapter 4
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 lumbered forward, gripped her firmly by the arm and spun her around.
"Your name Doris?" he asked in a deep, gruff
"Yes, Doris is my name," she replied startled redhead. "But, who are you?"
"Just call me Bull. Everybody calls 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, soy call me Bull. Don't know exactly why, they 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 going to break it in two!"
"Oh, yeah," said Bull, releasing his grip. "I'm sorry, Doris. They tell mc 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 mc up."
"No she ain't," 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. "My, what a beautiful car, Bull," she said. "I guess Aunt Diane is really rich, huh?"
"Yea, 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 right. Miss De Marrow needed somebody big around the place, and she gave me a job working for her. She gives me 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 bad. 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 half hour drive, 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 bold letters.
The big car rolled along the 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 the 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 likes 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 glad 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, gushing with happiness and enthusiasm, and excitement at starting a brand new life at DeMarrow Manor.
"Well let's go inside and got acquainted, shall we?" Diane said. "Bull, you take Doris' bags around back and put them in the shed for the time being. I don't think she'll be needing them right.
They walked together up the stain and through the hugs front door of the mansion. As they entered the hallway, Aunt Diane stopped Doris and said, "Okay now. Here is your biggest surprise. Close your eyes and hold your hands out in front of you."
"Oh, Aunt Diane you are so good to me!"
"Yes, and I am going to be even better, sweetheart now, close your eyes tight. No peeking."
She closed her eyes tight and placed her bands out in front of her, wondering what wonderful going to give her. She felt a heavy brace let being slipped around one wrist, and then around the other. My, they were heavy, but Doris did not dare peek. Aunt Diane was being so nice that it would not be right to ruin the surprise.
"Okay, darling. You can open your eyes now."
"Thank you, Aunt D-"
Doris' heart skipped a beat as she looked down in disbelief. Aunt Diane had handcuffed her! The bracelets weren't bracelets at all; they were heavy steel handcuffs. She was bound!
Diane laughed cruelly. Her lips curled, and she hissed through her perfect white teeth. "Well, have you no mailmen? You aren't going to thank me for your latest present, you little bitch!" At that, Diane slapped her niece's face hard. Once, twice in quick succession. Smack! smack!
From behind her, Doris felt big, clammy hands fitting a dog collar around her neck. She turned to see who it was, but before she could turn all the way around, Diane slapped her again.
"I didn't give you permission to turn, bitch! Now that you live under my roof-at DeMarrow Manor-you do only as Bruce and I tell you to do. If you disobey, you will be punished, instantly and brutally. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes. I guess I understand. I just didn't expect-"
Doris was slapped again. She got the message and shut up real fast.
Bruce stepped from behind Doris and handed the dog leash to Diane. He stepped forward and took a close look at the bound and leashed girl.
Doris was crying. Her mind was spinning. My of her hopes and dreams of only a few minutes ago had been shattered. She wondered if she were not dreaming. Could this really be happening? It was also bizarre!
Bruce looked her over as though he were inspecting a piece of meat at the butcher market. His leering gaze took in her pretty, long red hair, her brown almond shaped eyes, her cute tight young figure.
"Not bad, Diane," he said. "Not bad at all. Prime teenycunt! Ripe and' ready, if you ask me. I think shell do just fine. She will provide some fine amusement around here. I was getting a bit tired of Melissa anyway. Now we have some new talent." He laughed hardly and nodded his approval at their new catch.
"Yeah," Diane DeMarrow replied. "I think she'll do quite well here. "I was getting a bit bored with Melissa too. Nothing like a nice new piece of cunt around the mansion to liven things up a bit." Diane stepped forward and grabbed the girl's nipple through her uniform blouse. She squeezed the girl's little nipple, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Oh, god! Please, Aunt Diane! That hurts so much! Please stop!"
She kept right on squeezing Doris's little nipple. "I'll stop pinching your nipple when I feel like it, bitch," she said, a threatening and wicked tone in her voice. "Get this straight, and get it straight right now. Bruce and I will do anything that we want to you, and you are not to complain, or you will suffer the consequences."
"W-What do you mean? What are the consequences?"
"Boy, is she ever dumb," Brace remarked. "And this is the bitch who went to a fancy boarding school? She sure ain't too fucking smart, is she?" Bruce stepped forward and pinched her other nipple through her blouse pinched her nipple hard and cruelly. The pain was so intense that Doris almost passed out. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped pinching her nipples.
And they began to strip off her clothes!
"Oh, no! Please don't strip me! I beg of you!"
"Fuck you, you little teeny-cunt!" Bruce replied.
"Yeah, I agree wholeheartedly," Diane added. "I think our Lady of the fancy fucking boarding school here needs a serious lesson in manners and deportment. After all, she is going to be living under my roof, eating my food. I'm supporting her, for Christ's sake. And, I swear, I really don't think she even appreciates it. What do you think, Bruce?"
"I agree. You know, she needs to be taught a lesson. And, right now, I am beginning to feel like a pretty good teacher. I may not have a fancy teaching certificate, or a college education, but I do have one gigantic prick. And, you know, in her case, I think my prick will do the job, just right. Don't you agree, Diane?"
Diane thought about it for a moment. Damn, she thought. She had promised Bruce that he could take Doris first. The fucking horny stud was so damned excited about getting a hold of a cute little teenybopper virgin. Hell he almost shot a load in his pants just talking about it. Well, let Bruce break her in with a good fucking, then she would have her fun, or they would have fun together with Doris. It did not really matter anyway, because, as of this moment Doris was a new, permanent member of the family. A new slave! Diane's cunt filled with pussyjuice at the thought owning a new sex-slave. But, she had promised Bruce first track at her. So she decided to go upstairs and fingerfuck herself while she watched Bruce fuck Doris on closed circuit T.V. "Listen, Bruce," she said. "Take her into the special room-the one that's wired for sterophonic sound and full color. I think I'd like to watch this play in technicolor."
"No!" Doris screamed.
"Sure thing. It'll be a fine performance. Believe me. I'll use all of my acting and directorial skills to make this a great show, even if I only have an audience of one."
Then Bruce turned to Doris, grabbed the leash and led her down a long corridor and into a square room. Bruce turned on the lights, and the room lit up with harsh, hot bright lights. She glanced around and found that there was five movie cameras in the room, one in each corner and one staring down from the ceiling. They moved back and forth slowly, just like the camera she had seen in stores, where the camera record shoplifters stealing stuff or in banks, where the cameras record the actions of bank robbers.
How strange and repulsive this all was, Doris thought. She could feel Bruce's hands clawing at her clothing, ripping off her little uniform and bra and panties. She could feel it, but she had a hard time believing this nightmare. Everything had changed so much in the past fifteen minutes. She bad come here believing that her life was going to be so wonderful, and now this cruel man named Bruce was stripping her naked and preparing to do god knows what to her, while she was helpless-not only helpless, but totally humiliated, handcuffed and held fast by a dog leash. She thought that she was going crazy! She tried to scream, but she was so scared and confused. Her vocal chords refused to work! She couldn't make a sound.
Diane went upstairs to her bedroom and rang for Melissa. She got comfortable in her big bed and picked up the remote control device, and began pushing buttons. One at a time, five television screens began to focus in front of her. . . She chuckled and laid back to enjoy the production. She had five different views of the action going on in the special room. She picked up her battery-operated dildo and rubbed its tip over her cunt-lips, pressing it lasciviously against her cunt. Her cunt-juices started flowing as she watched Bruce slap her niece across the face. Bruce had the girl stripped naked and he was no doubt getting ready to fuck her. Bruce we starting get into it. He had his cock out of his pants. Damn, what a giant prick Bruce had! That she premed another knob on her control box and turned up the sound. She did not want to miss any of the action. This was going to be a great performance, she thought.
"Okay, now, my little, teeny-cunt" said Bruce. "This is the way we are going to play this scene. It's a love scene you see. The reason that I call it a love scene is because it's the type of scene I love. Ha Ha!"
Doris felt miserable. She was frightened and totally overwhelmed by this dreadful situation. Bruce seemed to be a very mean man, with a somewhat crummy sense of humor. She knew that she had better do whatever he ordered. He looked like, the type of man who-"Oh, my god!" she screamed as she saw his huge limp cock flopping around in front of his trousers.
Doris had never seen a cock before, and she was shocked to see Bruce's mammoth prick. She had studied biology, and she knew how people had intercourse, but she bad never dreamed that a man's cock could be so huge! She had seen big cocks on horses, but after all, horses were pretty big animals. Bruce's prick scared her. It was abnormally large, she thought.
Bruce laughed. "Ha! Ha! You like my big cock, huh? Well, I think your mouth and my prick should get acquainted. Yeah. I think that's how I want the first scene of our little melodrama played. The name of this scene will be 'The Nasty Prick Ravages the Sweet. Teeny-cunt's Virgin Mouth. How's that for a title? A little long, I guess, but it fits. Ha! Ha!" Bruce laughed for a long time. "And if it don't fit, we'll just make it fit, won't we, sweet-cunt?"
Doris was too scared to reply. Smack! Bruce smacked her across the face. Smack! He smacked her again, harder this time.
"Okay, teeny-cunt. Let's get you trussed up real good, so you won't have any distractions while we play our little scene out."
He went to a big closet and rolled out a big wooden device. It was a slab of oak with holes in it, two little ones and one big one. It looked just like the stocks that they used to put people in back in the 17th century. People who were caught stealing were placed in these evil devices, and put out in public places so that they would be humiliated and embarrassed. The little holes were for the victim's wrists; the big hole was for the victim's neck. Good lord, she thought. He is going to put me in that thing! How awful!
Finally, Doris found her yoke. And she let out a piercing scream.
"No! No! Please don't put me in that terrible things. No! Good god, what did I ever do to deserve this? No! No! Please! I'll do anything you tell me. Honest" she pleaded. "Just please do not put me in that awful thing. It's so ugly and horrible!"
Bruce laughed. "You're doing just tine, sweet-cunt. You are a marvelous actress! Damn, you are a natural born actress! But, with a few acting lemons from me, you'll be even better. You played that scene just like I wrote it, but once we get rolling, I want it a little bit more realistically, okay?"
He uncuffed Doris and took off the leash. Then he forced her to kneel and inserted her head and hands into the holes of the block. Then he clamped the upper pert shut tight, and bolted the device shut. She was bound and totally at his mercy. Bruce quickly stripped off his pants. His prick sprung up from his loins. An enormous cock-stand! Bruce was hot and horny and ready to go.
"Okay, now sweet-cunt. Wipe those tears or your eyes won't photograph correctly. Oh, I guess you really can't wipe your eyes. You seem to be tied up at the moment," Bruce joked. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
He clapped his hands together, then, in a serious manner, he said, "It's time to get don to work, now. Time is money and money is time. We wanna bring in this production below cost if possible, or some of the people in the front
office are gonna get mighty pissed off. So I want everything done on the first take. Got that, darlin'?"
Doris nodded. What in the world was going on? This guy was nuts! He was taking it all seriously, acting as though he were a real big-time Hollywood director. This guy was absolutely crazy! But she had to go along with him. Unless he tried to make her do something immoral. She would draw the line at doing anything lewd or immoral. They had taught her at boarding school that she was to act like a lady at all times. But, how in the world could she act like a lady when she was naked and bound in wooden stocks and some crazy nut who was acting like a hot-shot director stood in front of her, with a giant cock standing out of his crotch? This was all too much to understand. Nevertheless, she would act like a lady. She was bound and determined.
"Now, you are my star, sweet-cunt. Don't thank me! You got the part fair and square. I needed a eighteen-year-old hotsy-totsy boarding school type with red hair and brown eyes, about five feet tall. And you just fit the part. You were type cast. Now, the first scene all revolves around a very complicated plot But despite your age, I think you are smart enough to grasp it. Ha! Ha!"
Bruce, smacked her hard. "You don't have to laugh at my jokes, sweet-cunt. But it would probably pay off if you did. But hell, you're such a sweet, young thing that you don't even get my jokes. Oh, well, let's get back into the action. Get in character. You are a cute young wench and you are all bound up, and I am gonna make you suck my cock. Okay, roll the cameras.
He stepped forward, his cock pointing at the ceiling of the harshly lit room, filled with movie cameras.
"No! No! Please! I can't! I don't even know how to...to suck a cock. Please let me go!" she screamed, hoping that he would take pity on her and let her go.
"Cut! Cut!" Bruce shouted to a film crew that existed only in his warped imagination.
He paced about the room, taking his head in disgust. Then he strolled back to Doris and stared down at the poor, helpless little teenager.
"Darlin', don't you understand that this is your big chance? This is your big chance and, let's face it, you are blowing it. Or, that is, you are not blowing it Ha! Ha!"
Doris laughed, figuring that this was one of Bruce's sick jokes, and that if she did not laugh, he would slap her again. She definitely did not want to get hit any more. Her face throbbed with pain from all the abuse she had received since arriving at DeMarrow Manor.
"Okay, sweet-cunt, this time I don't want any fuck-ups. You are my star, and I expect you to do it right on the first take. Now, we have to do a second take of this scene. So don't screw it up. Okay?"
"Okay," Doris muttered weakly.
Bruce moved forward and thrust his prick into her mouth.
"Lick it, bitch. Lick my cock. Lick it real nice."
Doris was repulsed, but she felt as though she had to do the awful thing that Bruce demanded of her. Otherwise, he might beat her tar a pulp. He was a brutal man, and he was obviously a degenerate and a seriously sick pervert. Doris had been warned about such men. She had been taught never to take rides from strangers, because some of them were sexual perverts. Now she knew that those warnings were indeed true. Bruce was a pervert! A real crazy man!
She licked his long cock-shaft. She hated having to perform such a lewd and grotesque act, but she felt that she had no choice in the matter. She either obeyed him, or she would be beaten. And she definitely did not want to be beaten any more.
Bruce grabbed her red hair and thrust her head toward his long hard cock. Her lips were forced open as he slid his rock-hard prick into her mouth, feeding her his lengthy cock inch by inch into her moist mouth. "Suck my cock, sweet-cunt! Suck it!"
She felt his prick throb and bob back and forth inside of her mouth as he stabbed his cock between her wet lips. He laughed loudly and tore at her red tresses, tugging on her hair, pressing his crotch to her face, making her head bob up and down on his thick hard cock. He was brutally fucking her mouth. "Unngghhhh! Yeah, sweet-cunt! Do it! That's pretty good. Not a bad start in the movie busbies. Keep on sucking my cock. Unnnghhhh! You might do well in this buisness, bitch. You suck cock pretty well for an amateur. Just think, you might have a great future in the movie business. You might even become a star," he grunted. "We could make a great team. With me as director and you as the star, we can do great films together. Unnggghbhh! Keep on sucking you little teeny-bopper cock-sucker.
Doris obeyed him completely. She was convinced that Bruce was a mental case, and she would not dare disobey him. Her lips made an obscene sucking sound as she licked and lapped and sucked his prick. She slurped his cock in and out of her mouth. His cock smashed into her mouth and bounced off the back of her throat, causing her to sob from the intense pain. She moaned and grunted in pain, but she did her best to please him. She knew that the only way to get out of this awful situation was to please him, to do whatever he commanded her to do. And right now ho wanted to be sucked, so she sucked for all she was worth Bruce plunged his prick deep into her mouth. He smiled as he felt his prick-tip bouncing off of the sides of her throat and the insides of her mouth. He looked down at her and enjoyed the way that her cheeks bulged with his prick as he pumped it into her face.
"Come on now, bitch! Suck it harder. I don't want to have to do another take of this. If you don't do it right this time, they are liable to get real angry in the front office. And there will be hell to pay. Suck my cock harder. Suck!" he commanded.
"Mmmmnunphh!" was the only sound Doris could make. His cock filled her mouth to overflowing. And she was doing her best to suck him hard. She had never sucked a cock before, so she really did not know how to go about it. But she just did what he said, and it seemed to be going okay. At least, he was not hitting her any more.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch! I'm gonna cum now. Get ready. I'm gonna cum! And, when I do, I want you to swallow every drop of my thick slimy cum. If you don't eat all of my own, we'll have to shoot the whole scene over again. So swallow it all. Unnggghhhh! Unnggghhhhh! Here it cums! Ummmppphhhh!"
Bruce shot a thick stream of cum into her mouth. His load pound out of his balls, through his cock and splashed into her mouth, coating the inside of her mouth and throat with thick, sticky, slimy sperm.
She gulped the load down her throat, but it seemed to coat her mouth and throat. She had a difficult time swallowing it all. And there was so much of it! He squeezed his cock at the base and another load of fuck-juice oozed out of his prick-tip and into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, yesss. Not bad, sweet-cunt. Not bad at all," he moaned. "You did a real good job. In fact, I think I can use you in lots of films. Yeah, you did just fine, bitch."