William Burke - Bondage slave niece

"Now you're getting it, sweet-cunt," Bruce groaned. "Take it all. Take all of my cock. Yeah. Get it, bitch!"

"Yes! Yes! Do it to me! Fuck me, Bruce! Fuck me silly like you promised. Oh, my God. It feels so damned good!" She pumped her taut hips wantonly, doing everything possible to take all of his cock into her tight, slick pussy. She was amazed that her cunt seemed to expand and suck in his giant cock. And, strange though it seemed, she actually felt proud. Yes, proud! She was a woman. A real woman! She forgot all about the terrible way that he had treated her. While Bruce was fucking her, all she could think of were the wonderful indescribable sensations of lustful pleasure which coursed through her juicy pussy. She had never dreamed that anything could feel so good.

"I'm gonna cum, sweet-cunt," Bruce gasped. "So if you wanna get your jollies, you better get 'em real quick. I can't be waitin' round much longer. The boat's leavin' and if you wanna be on it, you better climb aboard. Ummmpphh!"

"Yes! I think I'm… I think I'm cumming! Aaaggghh! Ohhhh! Aaaggghhh!" She came. Her orgasm racked her body with unbelievable force. Her cunt spasmed and her ears filled with the sounds of a jet taking off. Then she blacked out completely, and fainted.

Bruce thrust forward with one final lunge. "Unnnggghhh! Umnmppphhh!" he gasped. And he came. He shot a thick load of jism deep into her wet, seething cunt, then he sighed and fell over backwards, catching himself with his big hands as he reached the floor. He sighed and stretched out on the floor, totally relaxed. "Got her fucking cherry," he groaned in self-satisfaction. His cock began to shrivel and cum oozed from his prick-tip.

The sound of hands clapping startled him. It was Diane! He heard Diane's voice speaking through the loud speakers which were suspended from the ceiling of the special room. "An excellent performance, Bruce!" she said enthusiastically. "Superb! Bravo! You did a fine job of acting and directing. Or deflowering my cute little niece. I'd give you a standing ovation, but I'm a bit weary myself," she quipped. "After you've had some rest, suppose you wake up my niece and take her down to the dungeon. I'll send Melissa down there too. They can spend the night together in the dungeon while you and I make love. I think Melissa will fill Doris in on how things are run around here. Then we won't have to worry about her getting any fool ideas about running away. Don't be long, Bruce. My cunt is hot and ready for your prick, darling."

That night, Melissa and Doris were thrown into the dungeon. It was an awful place. Damp and dreary, with stone walls 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 cute, thirteen-year-old 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 little girl one that she would never forget.

"Well," Melissa. "How do you feel now? Are you starting to feel a little better? I notice 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 far a year or more." Melissa shrugged 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. I'll 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 cunt 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.

"Mmmmmm," Melissa sighed as she slipped her middle finger through Doris' tender pussy-lips. She slowly wriggled her finger around in the girl's cunt, stirring up Doris' cunt juices. "Poor baby," she whispered. "Let me make you feel better."

"Ummm-hnnunn. 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.

"Mmmnn. You are so lovely," said Doris. "I think you are beautiful and you are so nice to me. Mmmmmm," she sighed.

Melissa licked down the thirteen-year-old girl's firm ripe titties, and began to suck on her nipples, sucking first one, then the other. Sucking the girl's 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 over. 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' seething quim. 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 little thirteen year old. And, the girl was so sweet and lovely. She was… she was beautiful, Melissa thought. Her girlish figure would some day blossom into voluptuous. 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 thought, 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!