After receiving her huge inheritance, Diane fired everyone who worked on the estate. She replaced them with employees who were unswerving in their loyalty. Every new employee had to kiss her feet and swear allegiance to Diane, and promise to obey her every whim. She now had personal cooks, a butler, a stable boy, maids and a gardener. And she had Melissa.
Melissa's job was to serve Diane as her personal body servant. Her job was to dress and bathe her mistress. And, of course, she was required to minister to Diane's depraved sexual needs. That really had not been too bad, thought Melissa. After all, Melissa was attracted to the voluptuous Diane DeMarrow. And the two of them had frequently engaged in lesbian sexcapades. In fact, Melissa often thrilled in ecstasy when sucking and fucking her mistress. Diane was the sexiest woman she had ever met. And she was so damned beautiful! Melissa could not help but get hot and horny whenever she saw the blonde beauty. She loved to bury her face in Diane's cunt and suck the imperious bitch to orgasm after orgasm. So, even though Diane forced her to do vile and lewd things, Melissa felt that it was not too bad.
But then, only a week ago, Bruce moved into the mansion. Diane had met him at a party in New York. She was immediately attracted to him and she brought him home to the mansion. Bruce and Diane got along famously. They shared similar traits. Both loved sex. Neither of them could get enough of sex. Moreover, they were both brutal and cruel in a word: sadistic.
Melissa could put up with Diane's viciousness. She was used to being forced to suck Diane's cunt, and she was accustomed to being slapped and kicked around by Diane. That was not unbearable. And, sometimes, although she hated to admit it, Melissa found herself turned on by the sadistic way Diane treated her.
But Bruce was a different story. Melissa hated Bruce with a passion. He was a real fucking asshole, a crude bastard. Bruce was a failed actor who insisted upon taking out his frustrations on Melissa. Ever since Bruce moved into the mansion, Melissa had been treated like slit. Bruce loved to degrade her at every opportunity. He got a kick out of making her perform bizarre and sickening sexual acts. Bruce liked to play out strange scenes – like the scene in the tack room. Sometimes he would tie her up so that she was completely helpless. Then he would fuck her or make her suck his huge cock. What scared Melissa the most was when Bruce would talk about unspeakably perverted things that he intended to make her do in the future. Once, he had even threatened to fuck her in her asshole! God, what a sickie! Melissa thought. She could not even imagine such a gross and bizarre thing as being ass-fucked!
Diane was just as bad as Bruce at times – if not worse! The sexy blonde bitch treated Melissa like a slave and Melissa could not even complain, or she would be severely punished. Diane would use any excuse to thrash her with one of her evil whips or torture her in the dreaded dungeon.
If only she had not trusted the evil woman. But, two years ago, she had thought that Diane was her very best friend. So when she fled California as a fugitive, it seemed only natural to turn to Diane for help. She had confessed everything to Diane. She told her how she had finally gotten fed up with her husband beating her whenever he came home drunk. She had killed him, shot him with a shotgun when he came in the door one night.
She had told the police that she killed her husband, thinking that he was a burglar, but they did not believe her. They were going to put her on trial for first-degree murder. So Melissa ran away. She went straight to her old high school friend Diane, and poured out her heart to her, telling her the true story of the murder. And Diane, the bitch, had put it all on tape. She had all the evidence on tape, locked up in her huge steel vault. She could turn Melissa in at any time. And Melissa would face the death penalty! So she had to obey Diane's every whim and fancy. Or else!! "Damn, what a mistake I made in trusting that fucking bitch," Melissa muttered quietly.
"What? What the hell are you mumbling about, slut? Well? What the fuck is your story, bitch?" Diane was shouting at her.
"Nothing, mistress," Melissa replied wieldy.
"You little bitch! You don't speak unless spoken to, do you understand?" Diane said, punctuating her remark by digging her spiked heel into Melissa's forehead, which caused the wretched slave to recoil in pain and fear.
Melissa nodded. "Yes, mistress," she said as she handed the blonde beauty a glass of brandy. Then she carefully placed an expensive imported cigarette in a diamond studded holder and placed the tip between Diane's sensuous ruby lips. She lit Diane's cigarette and backed away.
"Get naked and kneel at my feet!" Diane commanded. "I rang for you because I just happen to be in a very horny mood today."
What a joke, thought Melissa. Diane was always in a horny mood.
"I rang for you because I want you to suck my luscious cunt. You are going to eat my pussy, bitch. And you better suck me good this time," she warned. "I wasn't entirely pleased with the way you sucked my clit last night. I knew that you can do better. And I expect the very best. So get naked and fall to your knees, wench. You are going to worship my cunt with your mouth and face."
Melissa quickly stripped off her brief maid's uniform. Diane did not allow her to wear panties or a bra, only her skimpy black and white French maid's uniform and black high heels. Kneeling on the floor, she looked into the cruel blue eyes of her mistress. She knew that she had, better suck Diane's cunt just right and bring her to a strong climax in a hurry or there would be hell to pay.
Mistress Diane spread her beautiful, long stocking legs, draping them over the arms of her chair. She raised her tight black leather mini skirt, exposing her succulent pussy, nestled in a nest of thick blonde cunt hairs.
Melissa had to admit that Diane DeMarrow was a strikingly beautiful and sexy woman. She had big, firm conical tits that pointed skyward even when she was not wearing a brassiere. Her exceptionally long, straight blonde hair hung below her waist. Diane's body was absolutely flawless. She looked like a Vegas painting in Playboy Magazine. Diane's pink cunt lips were fringed with soft, downy cunt fur. Her cunt was indeed inviting a real treat and Melissa had developed a taste for it during the past two years. She had grown to enjoy lesbian love with this gorgeous woman. If only Diane were not such a wicked bitch…
A swift kick to her shoulder brought Melissa back to her senses. "What the fuck are you doing, slut?" Diane rasped. "Are you going to suck my cunt or just spend all day staring at it? You've already kissed my feet. Now get on with it. Pleasure me, slave. Suck my beautiful cunt. Eat me out! And suck me good or you'll taste my whip!"
With those words of warning, Diane reclined in her chair. She folded her hands behind her head and closed her eyes as Melissa leaned forward and licked tenderly at her mistress' sensitive, pink pussy lips.
"Oh, thank you Diane," whispered the kneeling brunette. "I love to suck your lovely cunt. I know that I really do not deserve the privilege of eating your beautiful pussy, so I cannot thank you enough." This was another weird ritual that Diane insisted upon. Melissa was required to thank Diane for letting her suck the woman's cunt. Diane sure was a demented bitch, she thought. A real weirdo!
Melissa's tongue lashed out and she slowly licked the very tip of Diane's sensitive cunt. The gorgeous blonde bitch moaned and hunched down further in her chair to meet her slave's worshipful tongue. Melissa responded by quickening the pace of her cunt-licking tongue movements. Her tongue licked in small circles around the tip of Diane's cunt. Diane moaned in ecstasy.