But she needed to climax in a bad way. She finger fucked herself as she stared at Diane's perfect body. It did not take long. As she neared an orgasm, she had to stifle her cries of passion and ecstasy to avoid awakening the blonde bitch. If Diane woke up and caught Melissa finger fucking herself without permission, there would be hell to pay. Thank God, Melissa thought, as her lustful fires burned to a smoldering ember; thank God Diane is sleeping soundly. Melissa curled up at her mistress' feet and, within seconds, she too was sleeping soundly.
CHAPTER TWO
At breakfast the next day, Melissa assumed her usual position – on her knees under the table. She had grown accustomed to kneeling under the breakfast table while Diane and Bruce ate their meals. They threw scraps of food under the table and she was forced to eat the scraps off the floor.
It was a humiliating way to eat her meals, but she really had no choice in the matter. She either ate the scraps that Bruce and Diane threw on the floor, or she starved. It was as simple as that. If she refused the table scraps, she would get nothing at all to eat. And, more than likely, she would get a beating as well. Bruce really loved to slap her around, and he would use any excuse possible to do so. And when he beat her, it always made him hot to fuck her with his huge cock. At other times when she disobeyed them, Diane would take a riding crop to her bare back. And then there was always the dreaded dungeon! God, how Melissa feared the dungeon! So, whenever Bruce and Diane ate breakfast, Melissa dutifully licked up the scraps of food that they threw on the floor. She never complained. She knew better.
Melissa was scared to death of Bruce. He was a crude, evil son of a bitch. But, more than anything else, Melissa was afraid that, if he ever got really angry at her, he would carry out his threat to fuck her up the asshole. The mere thought of getting ass-fucked terrified Melissa and made her shudder. Bruce's prick was so huge that it would probably tear her tender little asshole apart. God, how she hoped Bruce never did that to her.
Before Bruce had moved into Diane's beautiful mansion, it had been pretty bad too. But then, she only had to worry about Diane tormenting and huffing and degrading her. Nevertheless, Diane was almost as bad as Bruce. She was a real weirdo, all right. No doubt about it. Melissa was not very smart, but she did not have to be a genius to realize that Diane was a sadistic pervert, who belonged in the looney bin with a bunch of other crazies. In short, Diane was one kinky bitch!
Diane got her kicks out of degrading people. She loved to make Melissa perform lowly, servile tasks. Two years ago, when Melissa made the mistake of confessing her crime to Diane, she became Diane's personal servant. One day, Diane started feeding Melissa oatmeal for breakfast. A few days later, Diane made her eat the oatmeal from a bowl on the floor. Melissa could deal with that. After all, oatmeal is a pretty hearty meal. After about a week of that, Diane came to a late breakfast after having ridden her beautiful black stallion in the morning. She was tired and in a bad mood. And she had been drinking already. She was in a real bad mood. Melissa pulled off Diane's leather riding boots. Then Diane placed Melissa's bowl of oatmeal on the floor. Diane laughed demonically and plunged her bare foot in the bowl of mushy oatmeal. The oatmeal mush squished under Diane's naked foot and filled the spaces between her finely chiseled toes. "Today you eat your breakfast from my feet, bitch. Today you lick your oatmeal from between my toes!" Diane had hissed. Melissa never forgot the evil glint in Diane's blue eyes as she knelt on the floor and licked and sucked the warm oatmeal mush from Diane's feet. How gross! Melissa thought as she remembered that terrible morning.
Since that time, Melissa had grown accustomed to obeying Diane's crude commands. But, now that Bruce had moved in with Diane, things had changed drastically. Now she had to serve Bruce as well as Diane!
A swift kick to her tit brought Melissa back to present day reality.
"Hey, slut," rasped Bruce. "Are you falling asleep down there or what?" He kicked her again and then he and Diane broke out laughing and, ignoring her as though she were not even in the same room, they returned to their conversation.
From her kneeling position beneath the breakfast table, Melissa listened closely to the chatter going on above her. Diane was busily telling Bruce about her thirteen-year-old niece, a girl named Doris.
"Yeah, well Doris will be here this afternoon. She is arriving by plane and I'm sending Bull out in the Rolls Royce to pick her up at the airport," Diane said matter-of-factly.
"Well, what kind of girl is she?" asked Bruce, his voice full of eager anticipation.
"I've only seen her once," replied Diane. "When my brother Jake died, I went to the funeral and she was there. She was dressed in a little blue school uniform. It didn't do anything for her figure," Diane quipped. "She was real cute though. Cute and ripe. A teeny-bopper. Or, as you would say, a teeny-cunt. I think you'll like her, Bruce. I know your taste."
"What do you mean, you know my taste, you think I'll like her, she's cute?" Bruce was irritated and spoke in a shrill, angry voice. Diane was baiting him and he did not like it one bit.
"She's cute," Diane answered. "She's about five feet tall, with freckles, short red hair, and brown eyes. Nice high, tight ass. Firm little titties. A deep suntan. Obviously healthy she probably plays a lot of tennis and swims a lot, and I understand she rides horses like an expert. You know, they do a good bit of riding at those fancy New England boarding schools."
"Yeah, sure," said Bruce impatiently. "But… is she… is she a virgin?" He waited as though his life depended on the answer.
"Of course she's a virgin. Christ, Bruce. Sometimes you are really stupid. Hell, she's been in a boarding school ever since she was five years old. An all-girls' boarding school."
Bruce was jubilant. He smiled wide, slapped his hands on the table and yelled, "All right! What a fucking treat! A teeny-cunt! I dig teeny-cunt's. And I just love to break in sweet, innocent little virgins. I'll bust her cherry and give her one hell of a good fucking, a fucking she'll never forget. And, hell, I'll throw in a few extras just for good measure. Goddamn! This calls for a celebration! Let's break out the booze and toast the teeny-cunt!" Bruce was absolutely ecstatic.
"Fuck you!" Diane hissed as she stood up and left the breakfast table. As she turned to leave the room, Diane shouted down at Melissa, who still knelt under the table. "When Bruce is finished celebrating, hussle your little ass up to my room. I'm good and horny this morning, and if my cunt doesn't get some satisfaction soon, I'll take a whip to your tender hide."
Melissa peeked out from under the table, pouted, smiled weakly at Diane and answered dutifully, "Yes, mistress. I will be right up as soon as I can."
Diane stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
As Bruce finished his meal, Melissa cringed under the table, hoping that he would forget that she was still there. She felt so disgraced at having to kneel while Bruce ate. And she was hungry. They had not thrown her any scraps of food this morning. And the only thing she had eaten for dinner the night before was Diane's cunt. So she was really hungry. She was so hungry that she would gladly have eaten oatmeal from between Diane's toes. All of a sudden, she noticed that Bruce had shifted in his chair above her. He was unzipping his pants. He pulled his prick out and shook it.
"Here's your breakfast, Melissa," said Bruce. It was an eerie situation. She could hear his voice speaking to her from above the table, but she could only see him from the waist down. She looked at his giant cock and wished that she had a knife so that she could cut it off. That would fix the bastard, she thought. She hated Bruce so much. He was such a brutal, sadistic bastard.