Chapter 7
That night, Melissa and Doris were thrown into the dungeon. It was an awful place. Damp and dreary, with stonewalls that were three feet thick. The dungeon had originally been constructed as a wine cellar when the mansion was built back in the nineteenth century. So it was cold and dark. The only light came from a torch, which protruded from a hole in the wall. The dungeon was a small, square room, about ten feet by ten feet. It was a dreadful place, right out of the Middle Ages.
Both girls were naked and shivering. They huddled together to keep warm. Melissa held Doris lightly, gripping her shoulders in the arms in a comforting and reassuring gesture. She figured Doris needed some warmth and understanding after what she had been through. It had been quite a day for the girl-one that she would never forget.
"Well," Melissa. "How do you feel now? Are you starting to feel a little better? I noticed the tears have stopped flowing. For a while there, I thought that you were going to cry yourself to death."
"I'm beginning to feel a little better, Melissa."
"Thanks."
"Thanks for what?"
"Thanks for being so understanding and kind."
"Hey, listen kid. You need understanding and kindness after what you've been through. I know. I can still remember the first night of my ordeal with that bastard, Bruce. Hell, I guess I should remember it. It was only a little over a week ago. But the asshole has raped me and tied me up so often, it seems as though he has lived here for a year or more." Melissa said and shook her head. "It's not gonna be easy for you, kid," she said. "Bruce is bad, but your Aunt Diane is a real nut too. Wait till she gets a hold of you. She's a real fucking weirdo. You won't believe some of the depraved stuff she thinks up."
"Oh, no" Doris cried. "I can't stand it. I just can't. I-I'll kill myself! That's what I'll do. Ill kill myself! I just can't go through any more of this." She broke down and wept, her tears flowing onto Melissa's firm tits.
Melissa hugged her tighter. She slipped her hand down to the teenager's thigh and stroked her firm flesh. "Gee, Doris," she said. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you. That's the last thing I want to do. Here we are in this dreadful dungeon, and all we have are each other. So relax and don't think about Bruce and Diane for now. Let me comfort you."
Doris continued to sob, but she felt Melissa's hand slide down her thigh, rub her knee, then slide back up until the woman's hand rested at the edge of her red pussy-hairs. Was Melissa going to finger-fuck her? Doris thought. Then she began to wonder whether it would be nice if Melissa fingered her little pussy. Her cunnie was still sore from the ruthless fucking that Bruce had given her with his huge cock. But Melissa was so understanding and tender. And her hand felt warm, so Doris spread her legs wide in an open invitation for Melissa to finger her cunt
"Mmmmmn," Melissa sighed as she slipped her middle finger through Doris' tender pussy-lips. She slowly wiggled her finger around in the girl's pussy, stirring up Doris' cunt-juices. "Poor baby," she whispered. "Let me make you feel better."
"Ummmmmmm. You are so nice and sweet and tender, Melissa. Not like that prick Bruce!"
"Now, let's forget about Bruce for now," Melissa chided. Then she leaned over and pressed her mouth to Doris' lips. Their tongues touched and Melissa sucked Doris' tongue into her mouth. They embraced and their bodies filled with the warm glow of lesbian love.
"Mmmmm. You are so lovely," said Doris. "I think you are beautiful and you are so nice to me. Mmmmm," she sighed.
Melissa licked down the her firm ripe titties, and began to suck on her nipples, sucking first one, then the other. Sucking the girl's tit-nipples tenderly, lovingly, sensually.
Doris thrilled to the older woman's caresses. Her loins ached with hot lust. Her pussy was soaking wet with cunt-nectar. She felt so good. Melissa was really a great lover, she thought. So tender and nice. She made Doris feel good all aver. This was so marvelous, such a wonderful, exciting experience-it was lesbian love!
Melissa licked down the girl's flat stomach until she reached Doris' soothing cunt. She buried her face in the girl's cunt, lapping the pretty girl's cunt-lips and sucking her clit into her mouth. Melissa felt her own cunt juicing up with pussy-nectar. This was really exciting, she thought. Tongue-fucking this cute, ripe little eighteen-year old did. And, the girl was so sweet and lovely. She was. She was beautiful, Melissa thought. Her girlish figure would some day blossom into voluptuously. She would become an incredibly sexy red-haired beauty. She would become as gorgeous as Diane DeMarrow-if she could escape Diane's clutches! Because Diane and Bruce would destroy Doris. If Doris became their sex-slave, they would rape and beat her every day of her life until she became a used-up, scarred and wretched woman. Melissa knew that it was true. Indeed, she taught, it was happening to Melissa herself! The thought sickened her.
It was then that she resolved to escape! She would escape and take Doris with her. She had no idea yet how she would do it. But somehow she would manage to escape. She had only to devise an escape plan, some way to get into Diane DeMarrow's safe so that she could take those incriminating tapes. Yes, she would escape. And she would take lovely Doris with her!
Doris squirmed around as Melissa's worshipful tongue sluiced in and out of her ripe young cunt. The woman's tongue felt so good, and it stirred the pussy-juices in her cunt. Melissa really knew how to suck a cunt, Doris thought. She loved the way the woman bit her clit and pulled her tiny hard clit-nubbin out of her cunt-sheath, then released it, letting it snap back.
"Oh, Mel.., it feels so good the way you tongue my little pussy," she moaned.
"Mmmmnm. Tongue-fuck me. Suck my cunt. Suck it harder. Mmmmm. It feels so good. Tongue-fuck me!" she gasped. Doris could not believe that she was actually saying such lewd and lascivious things. Here she was in this dreadful dungeon, writhing about bare-assed naked on the cold stone floor, moaning in ecstasy as the beautiful brunette licked her pussy and clit-snapped her cunt-nubbin. Melissa was so kind and tender, and damn, she thought, her tongue felt so good as it lapped her young pussy. She was acting like a wanton slut, but she did not care. She loved it. And. . . and maybe, maybe she loved Melissa.
Doris bent down and twisted her body around so that she could lick Melissa's pussy. She flicked her tongue across the brunette's sensitive clit, and Melissa responded by gasping and jerking her hips forward to meet Doris' hot tongue.
The two females were in the classic sixty-nine position. Tongue-fucking each other. Sluicing their tongues in and out of each other's hot juicy pussies.
They groaned in ecstasy. It was as though a fever burned inside both of their sweet pussies. And then, all of a sudden, they gasped and came together. They both came, at the exact same moment. Their pussies spumed, tightened, then jerked. They moaned and breathed deeply as orgasms racked their hot bodies.
It was wonderful, delicious, and beautiful. They were in love!
Melissa moved up Doris' tight young body and hugged her tightly. They fell asleep in one another's arms. They slept soundly, wrapped in a warm blanket of bliss and love. Lesbian love!
The next morning, Doris felt Melissa nudging her and kissing her cheek softly and lovingly. So tenderly.
Melissa spoke to her in a soft voice. "Wake up, dear. Wake up, my lovely. We must talk before Bruce and Diane come down to get us. We must formulate our plans."
Doris rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. "Oh, god," she moaned as she looked around her and found that they were still imprisoned in the horrid dungeon. She had slept soundly in Melissa's arms and she had dreamt beautiful dreams about her lovely, tender lesbian lover. Her dream had been so beautiful that she had forgotten that they were locked up in the dreadful, dreary dungeon, that they were slaves of the wicked and decadent and depraved Bruce and Diane.
Melissa kissed her on the lips and hugged her tightly. "Don't worry, my love. I have an idea of how we can escape this awful life of depravity. Just listen to me carefully, and we will escape forever.