Chapter 5
The voluptuous Diane DeMarrow lay in supine repose, stretched out on her bed, her lovely long legs spread wide apart. She shoved the long dildo in and out of her hot juicy cunt, fucking herself with the plastic prick. Fucking herself with rapid, thrusting movements as she stared wide-eyed at the five closed-circuit television screens.
It was all so sexy and exciting, and lewd and wicked. She loved it! It was truly thrilling to watch Bruce face-fuck her cute little virgin niece. She laughed as she watched the debauched scene being played out before her in living color.
Bruce was doing a pretty good job, she thought. Diane had been so wrapped up in the decadent little play that she had even forgot to turn on her battery-operated dildo. She pressed the switch and the plastic prick began to vibrate in her pussy, filling her loins with spine-chilling sensations of unadulterated sexual bliss.
Then she reflected on Bruce. Bruce had been a fairly good actor and director at one time, she recalled. He was a big man, muscular and handsome. And a better-than-average actor. He had appeared to be on his way to fame and fortune as a successful actor. Perhaps he might have become a great director as well.
But then Bruce made a terrible mistake. He started fucking a wealthy, aging Beverly Hills widow. The woman was so rich that her middle name should have been "Money." Bruce cultivated the widow, fucking her day and night. Finally, he managed to get her to put up a million dollars to produce a movie which Bruce would direct and star in.
In essence, Bruce was black-mailing the bitch at the time. He let her know in no uncertain terms that, if she failed to come across with a cool million to produce his movie, he would quit her. He led her to believe that, although he loved her deeply, his art was the most important thing in his life. And that he simply had to have the million. She was completely taken in-and besides, she loved his giant prick-and she gave him the million dollars.
Then, Bruce, in his new and powerful role as director, proceeded to fuck every girl who tried out for parts in the movie. His big mistake came when he unknowingly tried to fuck the daughter of a prominent tycoon who owned a big newspaper chain. She refused to go along with his game. So Bruce raped her brutally. Right in his office. He raped her and made her suck his cock and beat her and ass-fucked her. It was the biggest mistake in his life.
She wasted no time in getting revenge. She ran home and told her influential daddy the whole steamy story about Bruce. Her father promptly sued Bruce and took the whole million in an out-of-court settlement that saved Bruce from spending the rest of his life in jail.
Although the girl's father managed to keep the sordid story out of the newspapers (largely because he owned most of them), the affair became a well-known scandal among movie moguls. As a result, Bruce was effectively black-listed from the entire movie industry.
So now Bruce was reduced to directing and starring in films made in DeMarrow Manor. Diane had equipped the special room for him to act out his decadent scenes. It was a far cry from Hollywood, but Bruce seemed happy. And Diane enjoyed it thoroughly.
She loved to lay back and watch Bruce direct and act in his obscene films while she finger-fucked herself or dildoed herself to wild orgasms.
It was especially enjoyable to watch Bruce's films as they were being made. Like watching live theater, she thought. Damn, she sure got hot and horny as she stared in rapt attention at the television screens, while her dildo sluiced back and forth across her clit and in and out of her cunt.
"Unnnggghhhh!" Diane moaned as the dildo vibrated wildly in her boiling cunt. She stared at the television sets and watched Bruce forcing little Doris to lick the cum off of his flaccid cock. "Give it to her good, Bruce," she hissed at the screens. "Make her lick all of your thick cum off. Yeah."
At that very moment, Melissa walked into Diane's bedroom and knelt at her feet.
"How nice to see you, Melissa," Diane said sarcastically, as she kept sluicing her juicy cuntal sheath with the vibrator. "Ohhh, this feels so damned good. But, you know? I think that your little tongue would feel even better. So get your little ass up on the bed and put your mouth right between my legs, bitch. Suck my cunt while I watch this little home movie."
Melissa obeyed Diane's obscene command. She crawled forward on Diane's bed and buried her face in the voluptuous blonde's hot cunt. She lapped Diane's cunt-lips and the beautiful woman responded by writhing about, pressing her pussy down tight on Melissa's lips.
"Suck me, Melissa. Suck my clit."
Melissa slurped Diane's cit between her lips and began sucking it. Damn, Melissa thought. How lewd Diane could be when she wanted to be-which was most of the time. The blonde's cunt-juice saturated Melissa's mouth and, as she sucked on the woman's hard sensitive clit, her mouth filled with sticky cuntal nectar. But, as awful as this was, it could always be worse, Melissa thought. She had glanced at the television screens on her way into Diane's bedroom, and she had seen Bruce slapping the teenager and making her lick cum off of his prick. Melissa had thought that when Diane's niece arrived, she would get same relief. And it had turned out to be true. Although, the only relief she was getting was from having to serve Bruce's obscene demands. Melissa still had to serve Diane. But, she thought stoically, there were worse things than having to suck Diane's beautiful blonde cunt
After little Doris finished licking the own from Bruce's prick, he unlocked the stocks. Smack! Smack! He slapped her sharply on each firm little ass-check.
"Okay, sweet-cheeks. You can come out now. I can't have my best actress in the stocks for too long. Hell, you might get a bad back or something. Then we wouldn't be able to finish the movie. Ha! Ha!"
Thank god, she thought. Some relief. Maybe that Bruce had got his kicks by making her suck his cock, maybe now he would leave her alone. She was just so happy to be out of those awful stocks. She sat on the floor and rubbed her wrists, which had been chafed raw. Her neck was sore too. That was a terrible, wicked thing he had done to her, she thought. She would never forgive him. He was mean and rotten to the core. People like Bruce should be locked up in cage and she intended to tell him that, right to his face! Then, she thought about it for a moment. And decided that it would not be a very wise thing to do, Actually, she did not know what to do. She was at his mercy. She only wished that he would leave her alone, that he would leave and never return, that she would never have to see his evil face again.
"Well now, sweet-cheeks. What've you got to say for yourself?"
"Nothing," she muttered. She pouted and stared at the floor.
"Well, now. What kind of way is that to act? Weren't you pleased with your performance? Hell. I thought you did a pretty good job. I just loved the look of helplessness on your face when you sucked my cock. Damn, I've worked with alot of actresses. Actresses with plenty more experience than you have. And, I've got to give it to you, sweet-cheeks. You did a mighty fine job. We only had to do two takes, to get that scene down right. Let's see how you do on the next one."
"Oh, no! No! No! No!" she screamed hysterically. "Please! I can't take any more of this! Please let me go now!"
"Hey now, sweet-cunt. Our lady at the fancy boarding school. What kind of attitude is that? This is your big chance. And you're doing just fine I didn't want to have to tell you this, darlin', but this is a limited budget movie. We can't just shoot one scene in an evening and wrap it up. The cameras are rolling and we can't afford to waste film."
Doris knew that it would be useless to protest. Bruce was an awful man. Disgusting. Repulsive. Nasty. Mean. And, on top of that, he had a sick sense of humor
"Okay, I'll lay down the plot of this next scene as we go along. It'll be more realistic that way. But first we have to get the set ready. So well move this prop out of the way."
He rolled the stocks back into the big closet. She heard him moving about in there for a few seconds, and then he returned to the center of the harshly lit room. And he was carrying ropes and a whip! Doris had to look twice to be sure that she was seeing correctly. It was true! He had a real whip in his baud. And ropes.
"My lord in heaven!" she wailed. "What an you going to do to mc? What are you going to do?"
"That's good, sweet-cunt. Very realistic. If I didn't know better, I might have thought that you weren't just acting. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
He grabbed her by the wrists mid hoisted her to her feet. She screamed and cried, but he paid absolutely no attention to her protests and exhortations and begging for mercy. He dragged her to the wall and tied her hands and feet to thick steel rungs which were affixed to the wall. She was tied face forward and spread-eagled. Totally helpless and, once again, a slave to his every whim.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I never did anything to you. Why do you have to treat me this way?"
"Good! Very good! You really are a fine actress, sweet-cunt. I swear, I think I found myself a star!"
Was he serious? she wondered. He seemed to really believe that he was a movie director and that he was directing her in a scene from a movie. Did he really believe that, or was he just acting? If he believed it and was really serious, he was crazier than she had originally believed! My heavens, she thought, this man is a psycho! What was he going to do with her next? What could he possibly do, that was worse than he had already done to- Crack! The slashing sound of the whip and the intense pain that it caused as it struck her little titties quickly answered her questions.
"Ooowwww! Oh, no!" she yelped as the whip bit into her tit-flesh. "Please don't whip me! Please don't-"
Crack! Again the leather whip slashed across her little titties. She winced in pain and struggled in her tight-fitting bonds. But she was held fast in the spread-eagle position.
The whip slashed down again, cutting her across her firm thighs. Flickers of pain shot up through her thighs, into her loins and registered in her brain, producing a spine-chilling scream.
"What's the matter, teeny-cunt?" Bruce teased. Don't you like my little friend here?"
"No! No! No! I hate it. It hurts so much. Please. No more! I beg of you. No more, please!"
"Okay," Bruce replied, with an evil glint in his eyes. "Let's try something else," he taunted as he dropped the whip and strolled forward. His prick was hard again. He had an enormous cock-stand that frightened little Doris to death. What if he decided to put that nasty thing in her little cunt? The thought was simply too repulsive and frightening, and she tried to push it from her mind. But, as he moved forward, she could not help thinking about it. It was unspeakable! He simply would not try to put his big cock into her little virgin pussy. Besides, she consoled herself, it simply would not fit.
He tweaked her nipples. Then pinched them until they hurt.
"Ow! That hurts."
"No kidding," he replied.
Then Bruce's hand slid down her ripe little titties and across her stomach, and he began to scratch her soft cunt-hairs.
"My, my. What cute little red cunt-hair you have, dark."
Doris shuddered as his fingers moved around in her downy red pussy-hairs. Then, all of a sudden, she felt his middle finger slide into her tight young pussy. His finger slid in easily and she realized that her cunt-juices were flowing as never before.
"Well, now," Bruce drawled, a crude, lewd, lascivious grin pasted on his face. "What have we got here? Wet virgin pussy. Yeah, you are nice and juicy down there, sweet-cunt. How about that? Well, girl what have you got to say for yourself?" he said as if reproaching her for her naughtiness.
"I-I-I I-just don't know," she fluttered. It was a surprise to Doris too. She had not known that her little cunnie was getting hot and juicy. In fact, she did not even know what it meant. Her mind was in a state of complete confusion.
"Well, I know," Bruce responded with a wicked sneer. "It means you're hot and horny. That's what it means. It means your cute little virgin pussy is ready. That's what it means."
"Ready for what?" Doris asked inquisitively.
"Ready to be fucked!" Bruce answered. "That's what a nice, wet, juicy virgin pussy means. It means it's ready to be reamed out by a nice, thick, hard cock. Just like mine," he said, pointing to his slick cock-stand..
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "Not that! Nooooo!"
"Not yet, darlin'. I'm gonna slick you up a little bit more first."
With that, Bruce plunged his finger deep into her seething pussy sheath. He wriggled his finger around inside of her virgin cunt, wriggling it around like a serpent.
Doris tried to fight the chilling sensations that began to run up and down her spine. But it was useless. His finger was beginning to feel good. Yes! It was true! Much to her surprise, this lewd psycho was turning her on! Her pussy-juices were flowing. She could feel her virgin cunt-juice running down her inner thighs in thin sticky rivulets.
"Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh," she moaned.
"Well, how does it feel?" Bruce asked.
"It... it feels kinda good," she answered.
"I knew you'd like it."
"I don't believe it, but... but it does feel kinda good. I think I do kinda like it. . . kinda."
Meanwhile, back In Diane's bedroom, the voluptuous blonde was nearing the throes of orgasm while Melissa sucked her cunt
"Suck my cunt, bitch. I am nearing the throes of orgasm," Diane said. "Oh, yeah I'm almost there."
Melissa bent to her task with wild abandon. Her own cunt was seeping with pussy-juice, and she too was almost ready to cum. Her tongue sluiced in and out of her mistress hot juicy cuntal sheath.
What a depraved scene this was, Melissa thought. There was the cruel bitch Diane DeMarrow, writhing in sexual bliss above her. Watching the lewd display of Bruce tormenting Doris. It was pure debauchery. But, she had to admit, it was kind of sexy. Kind of, hell. It was sexy as could be. She licked and lapped and sucked Diane's lovely cunt-slit until she felt the beautiful blonde shudder and moan in ecstasy.
"Oh, yes. Suck me harder, you whore. I'm cumming. I'm gonna cum any second now. Yeah! That's it! Ummmmppphbbhh! Aaaggghbhhh!"
Diane climaxed. She shook. Her cunt spanned and jerked against Melissa's hot sucking mouth. Then, her muscles went limp and she laid back. Spent. Tired. Exhausted. Satisfied.
Melissa slipped off the bed and dropped to the floor. She kissed Diane's feet. Then she began to finger-fuck herself frantically. Her pussy was so hot and juicy. She simply had to cum. Even if Diane caught her and beat her it would be worth it. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had gone two whole days without sexual release! Her finger sluiced through her pussy-lips and pumped into her cunt. Then she added another finger. And another, until she had three fingers buried in her horny cunt. She clamped her thumb over her clit and rubbed the sensitive nubbin hard.
"Mmmmph. Mmmmph." She tried to stifle her cries of ecstasy so that Diane would not catch her fingering her seething pussy. Then she moaned and her climax hit her hard. Her, climax rocked her body, sending red-hot sensations up her spine. Then her body went limp and she collapsed. She curled up on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.