"I refuse to tell you. Bruce will be here to rescue me at any moment, so I am not going to give in to you."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Melissa slapped the helpless blond three times in quick succession. "You damned fool!" she screamed at Diane. "You idiot bitch! How can you be so fucking stupid? All of these years, I thought that you were smart. But you're just a dumb cunt. Don't you know what's happening here? Bruce is locked up in the dungeon where we left him. He's trussed up like a pig ready for the slaughter house. He's in no shape to move, much less rescue you."
"No! No! It can't be true. You're lying. I'm not telling you anything. You can't fool me."
Doris was going crazy. Hot sensations of unbridled lust filled her seething teeny-cunt. This was so exciting, she thought, and she was aching to get revenge. "Now can I whip her?" she pleaded. "Please, Melissa. Now can I? Huh? Huh? Now can I whip Aunt Diane?"
"Okay. What the hell," Melissa sighed. "She's too fucking stupid to believe me. Maybe you can whip some sense into the bitch. She's all yours, darling. Give it to her good. Whip the hell out of her. God knows, she deserves it."
"All right!" Doris exclaimed with glee. Melissa rolled off of Diane's stomach, stood up and backed away, "Go get her," she said with a wave of her hand.
Doris wasted no time. Crack! The whip slashed across Diane DeMarrow's naked fits with brutal force. Crack! Crack! Crack! Doris was in a frenzy. Cunt-juice streamed down her supple thighs as the wicked cat of nine tails lashed her Aunt Diane's tit-flesh.
"How does that feel, Aunt Diane?" she teased in a little girl voice. Crack! Crack! "How do you like it? You are a mean, wicked, depraved, cruel, despotic, evil, sinister, nasty auntie!" The little thirteen-year-old was merciless. She raffled blows on her Aunt Diane's tender tit-flesh. "You led me to believe that you were going to be so nice to me. I was so happy when I learned that I was going to come and live with you. And when I got here you even promised me my own Shetland pony." Crack! "But instead, you let that brutal sadistic Bruce torture and fuck my virgin cunt." Crack! "You turned me over to him, and he made me suck his cock and he tied me up and beat me and fucked me!" Crack! "That was an awful thing to do to your own niece."
"Please stop!" Diane DeMarrow wailed. "Please. I beg of you. I'm sorry! I can't stand it any more. Please don't whip me any more. I'll do anything you say, but please don't whip me any more!"
Doris was not about to stop. She loved whipping her Aunt Diane. Her pussy was so horny and juicy and felt so hot that she was on the very verge of cumining.
Melissa stepped forward and grabbed the little thirteen-year-old by the wrist. "Hold it, Doris!" she commanded. "You have done it. You have beaten your wicked aunt into submission. She just said that she would do anything we say. Now back off and I'll take over." Melissa picked up the dildo from Diane's night stand and handed it to Doris. "Here, push the button and shove this plastic prick up your little cunt," she told the girl. That will keep her occupied, Melissa thought as she turned her attention to the bound blonde bitch.
"Well now, Diane. Tell me the combination to the safe or I'll sick your niece back on you. And next time, I won't stop her. She'll cut your big tits to ribbons."
"No! Anything but that! I'll tell you. It's left to ten, right to twenty, left to fifteen and right again to twelve," Diane gasped.
Melissa strolled over to the safe which was located in the corner of the bedroom. She turned the knob to the numbers Diane had indicated and the safe swung open. The tapes were right on top. She pulled them out and hugged them lovingly to her tits. These tapes were the key to her freedom.
As she turned to close the safe, her eyes lit on a huge stack of thousand-dollar bills. She reached in and grabbed them.
"Holy fucking shit!" she gasped. "There must be a quarter of a million dollars here!" She turned to show the stack of bills to Doris, but the little girl's mind was elsewhere.
"Unnnggghhh! Mmmmmm! Unimmppphhh!" Doris gasped and groaned as she pumped the vibrating dildo in and out of her hot juicy cum. Doris was sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, dildo fucking herself.
"Damn," Melissa sighed in exasperation. Doris sure was one hot little thirteen-year-old, she thought. Then Melissa swiveled on her heels and looked straight into the cruel blue eyes of Diane DeMarrow. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Now she would get her revenge!
Melissa had served as Diane's sex-slave for two years. Diane had humiliated and degraded her countless times during that period. The nasty, depraved bitch had always held those incriminating tapes over Melissa's head, forcing her to obey Diane's every evil whim.
But now the shoe was on the other foot. Melissa strolled leisurely into Diane's walk-in closet. Five minutes later, she stepped back out and stood in front of Diane DeMarrow, who still lay naked and helpless, bound and spread-eagled on the big bed.
Melissa looked absolutely ravishing. She had emerged wearing a sexy black leather halter, a matching mini-skirt and black suede high-heeled boots. She glanced at Doris. The girl was dildo-fucking her tight juicy cunt with rapid, pumping movement. Her hot cunt spasmed and her cute little body shook as the plastic prick vibrated, shaking her titties and her thighs. She looked like a little redhead wanton, a Lolita. But, at the same time, Doris looked like a kid with a new toy, Melissa thought.
Melissa moved forward in her alluring outfit. She stepped onto the big bed. Diane had passed out. Melissa kicked the blond woman in the side. That woke her up. Diane screamed and writhed in pain. Then Melissa stepped on the blonde's face. She ground the sole of her boot into the woman's face.
"Well now, Miss Diane DeMarrow. It seems as though the shoe is on the other foot," she taunted. "Or shall we say the boot is on the other foot. My foot!"
Diane DeMarrow looked up at the leather clad woman from beneath the sole of the high heeled boot. Her blue eyes showed fear and dreadful expectation.
"Kiss my boot, you slit-sucking harlot!" Melissa commanded.
Diane pressed her lips to Melissa's boot.
"Now lick it!" Melissa hissed. "Lick my boot, slut! Lick the dust from my boot!"
Diane sobbed and extended her tongue and licked Melissa's boot.
Melissa loved it! The whole wicked scene. She felt overwhelmingly sexy in her black leather outfit. And she savored the total power that she held over her former mistress, the depraved Diane DeMarrow. Melissa's cunt itched and she felt hot, wet and horny. This debauched scene was turning her on. Her eager cunt craved release and satisfaction. And Melissa knew just how to get it.
She turned her back toward the bound blonde beauty and squatted, sitting right on Diane's face.
"Rim me, you bitch!" she commanded. "Rim me! Ream my asshole out! Lick my asshole, you filthy whore!"
Diane had no choice but to obey. She licked Melissa's asshole. Lapped at her former slave's nether-hole. Stuck her tongue deep into Melissa's asshole, doing everything possible to make the woman cum so that she would take Doris and the tapes and the money and leave. Diane had never been treated this way before except when her step-father had raped her. And she had never been able to forget that nightmare. She just wanted Melissa and Doris to be gone, out of her life forever.
Melissa ground her ass obscenely into the blonde's face. She writhed in sexual bliss as Diane DeMarrow licked her asshole. Her cunt spasmed as Diane's tongue sluiced in and out of her nether-hole. She felt her orgasm coming.
"Unnaggghhhh!" Melissa gasped. Her cunt convulsed. Her body shook as she savored the power that she held over the evil woman who had dominated her for so long. She came. Pussy juice poured out of her cunt and saturated Diane's face. Melissa rubbed her ass and cunt all over Diane's face and, satisfied, climbed off the bed. She looked at Doris, who was on the verge of cumming as she dildo-fucked herself in the corner.