The first step of their plan had been brilliantly executed. They congratulated one another on a job well done.
"We showed that asshole," said Melissa. She smiled broadly.
"Yeah," said Doris. "We got him good." She beamed with pride.
"You played your part beautifully, like a professional actress," Melissa commented.
"Yeah, I did do a pretty good job, didn't I? But then, Bruce taught me all I know," she quipped. "He said that he'd make me a star, you know."
"Well, you ought to win an Oscar for that performance," said Melissa.
They hugged each other tightly and took time out for a long, sexy kiss.
"Well, partner. Let's finish the job," said Melissa.
"Yeah," Doris replied. "Let's get my Aunt Diane!"
Diane DeMarrow lay stretched out in her bed. She smoked a cigarette and sipped a glass of French wine. Damn, where the fuck is Doris, she wondered. Bruce should have brought her to me by now. That bastard! I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to fuck the little bitch first. Well, fuck him and his over-sized cock. If he did fuck my niece before bringing her to me, I'll throw his ass back out on the fucking streets, she thought.
"Well," she sighed. "If I have to wait a little bit, I may as well juice my cunt up a little." She reached over and picked up her dildo from the night stand beside her bed. Flipping the button on, the dildo began to vibrate. She moved the dildo tip around her clit and her cunt immediately began to spasm with thrilling sensations. Her cunt juices began to flow as she shoved the vibrating dildo up her pussy.
"Uuummmppphhh," she groaned. "Yeah, it feels so good. Damn. Whoever invented these neat contraptions really had a good head on his shoulders. He should get a Nobel Prize for this invention. Mmmmmm, so good."
The dildo sluiced deep into her cunt, vibrating against her cunt-walls and sending lovely sensations throughout her body.
Melissa and Doris stood outside Diane's bedroom door, listening carefully.
"It sounds like your Aunt Diane is dildo fucking herself again. She probably got tired of waiting for one of us to come up and suck her cunt, the nasty bitch!" Melissa whispered.
"Yeah, but we're both here now. And if she thinks we're gonna suck her cunt, she's all wet. Ha! Ha!" Doris could not help laughing at her little joke.
"Shhhh! Be quiet. We want to take her by surprise. Now I'll count to three, and then we'll rush her. It'll be really easy to overpower her since she's so busy dildo-fucking herself. In fact, let's wait until she cums. Then she'll be real weak, and she won't be in any shape to struggle or fight us."
"Yeah," said Doris. "We'll rush in right after she cums, then we can get her real good. Gee, Melissa. This is really exciting."
They listened at the door until they heard Diane gasping and groaning.
"Unnnggghhhh! Ohhhh! Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Yeah! Ummmm!" Then there was silence.
"That's our cue, lover," said Melissa with a wink. "One. Two. Three. Let's go!"
Melissa and Doris rushed through the bedroom door and dashed toward Diane, who was stretched out, totally spent from her powerful orgasm. Melissa grabbed her by the arms while Doris gripped her Aunt Diane's titties tightly.
"What! What is going on!" screamed Diane DeMarrow.
"Greetings and salutations, Miss DeMarrow," joked Melissa. "It's your two loyal and ever-loving sex-slaves here to serve their kind and benevolent mistress."
"Yeah, Aunt Diane," Doris chimed in. "We're here to take care of you."
"Let me go, you stupid sluts!" Diane shouted. "When Bruce gets here, I'll have you both beaten and severely punished for your disobedience!"
Melissa and Doris laughed heartily. Then Melissa slapped Diane across the face. Smack! Smack! "Go over to the closet, Doris," Melissa said. "Your Aunt Diane keeps all kinds of stuff in there. Get some rope and bring it here."
Doris went to the closet and returned with rope. They tied the blond bitch to the four poster bed. Arms and legs spread wide apart spread caged. At their mercy. At the mercy of her niece and her former sex slave. And they were out for revenge!
Doris went back to the closet and came out carrying a cat of nine tails. "Let's whip her," said Doris, a beaming smile on her face. "First things first," said Melissa. "And first, I want to know the combination to the safe so that I can get a hold of those incriminating tapes that she's been holding over my head for so damned long."
"Okay," said Doris. "But, then can I whip her?"
"Well, let's see if she cooperates first."
"Fuck you! Fuck you both!" Diane shouted. "You filthy little sluts! Where the fuck do you two get off coming into my bedroom and tying me up? And making demands. Demands! Making demands of me, your mistress! You two are nothing but my sex-slaves. Both of you are miserable, wretched whores. Slaves! Slit-suckers! Cunt's!"
"Up your ass, you nasty bitch!" Melissa hissed.
"Can I whip her now?" Doris asked as she moved closer and raised the cat of nine tails high over her head, preparing to slash her Aunt Diane. "Please can I whip her now?" she asked, seeking Melissa's approval.
"No, not yet," Melissa said. She took the thirteen-year-old girl aside and whispered to her nubile lesbian lover. "Calm down, Doris. You'll get your chance. But first I have to find out the combination to the safe. That is crucial to our plans. Don't forget, I simply have to take those tapes with me when we leave. Okay?"
"Okay," Doris replied, then she pouted and shrugged her shoulders understandingly. She was just dying to beat her Aunt Diane, the sinister blonde bitch who had promised her the world – not to mention a Shetland pony – and then turned her over to Bruce, who had beaten and tortured and degraded and raped both her mouth and her virgin cunt. She despised her Aunt Diane, and she was aching to get back at her, to get revenge by whipping the evil woman. In fact, she could feel her cunt-juices beginning to flow and fill her tight young pussy. Doris was getting very hot and horny while she waited for the chance to whip her cruel aunt.
Melissa turned back to Diane, who was bound spread-eagled on the bed. "Okay, bitch. I want to know the combination of your safe. And I am not letting you go until I get it. So tell me now."
"Up your fucking asshole!" Diane answered, then she spit right in Melissa's face. "You slit-sucking wench! I'm not telling you anything. I'm sure Bruce is somewhere around here, and when he finds out what's going on in here, you two are gonna get your asses kicked real good."
Melissa wiped the spit from her face. Then she and Doris exchanged knowing smiles. Diane had no idea that Bruce was bound in the dungeon and could not save her. Melissa climbed on the bed and sat on Diane's stomach. She reached down and grabbed the blonde's tit-flesh.
"What are you doing to me, you slut? What are you?" Melissa pinched both of Diane's ripe nipples at the same time.
"Owwwww!" the blonde bitch screamed as wincing pain shot through her body.
Melissa pinched the woman's nipples again, and again. The blonde bitch screamed in agony.
"Well, now are you going to give me the combination to the safe? Or do you want more?"
"Let's give her more," said Doris with a lusty gleam in her cute eyes. "Let's whip her."
"Christ, Doris, will you give her a chance to answer my question?" Melissa chided the thirteen year-old. Doris pouted. She began to cry.
"Now don't cry, sweetheart. I love you, but you can be so impetuous sometimes." Melissa was exasperated with Doris. She simply had to get that safe combination, and Doris was wasting time and being a royal pain in the ass.
Turning her attention back to the wicked blonde who lay bound beneath her, Melissa asked again, "What is the fucking combination?"