Kathy Cumwot is a rich little girl who has everything. Including an insatiable appetite to dominate. It doesn't matter who Kathy dominates so much as she can humiliate and degrade them.
Kathy's passion for domination begins when she starts to boss the servants of the estate around. She finds that having beautiful young people of both sexes waiting on her hand and foot not only feed her ego, but get her pussy nice and juicy as well.
From there on its only a matter of time before she starts whipping the young heir of the estate next door.
And then a roadblock is thrown up in this young Ms. De Sade's road to decadence. Her father remarries a woman who just might possibly give Kathy a real run for her money. A non-nonsense woman with a heart of stone, Kathy soon finds that she loves to be dominated by her new mom.
Domination, incest, lesbianism, straight sex, oral sex, anal sex, and servant sex, it's all within the following pages. Each of Kathy's red hot liaisons with everyone from the girl who polishes the family's silver, to her orgiastic behavior with her father and step-mother, nothing has been left out. It's all vividly described within the following pages.
This is not a story for the faint-hearted or lily livered!
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Cumwot looked out of her bedroom window into the first official day of summer. The Cumwot Estate lay before her. Acre after acre of precisely manicured lawns and shrubs spread out before her as far as her dark mysterious eyes could see.
The Cumwot Estate was one of the largest, oldest, and best maintained estates in the country. There were perpetually groomed shrubs that line the outer boundaries of the estate's property lines that a Cumwot hadn't laid eyes on in two or three generations. There were lawns that spread out from the front of the great stone structure that was the main house, that Kathy's father had insisted on running his horses on, and which were repaired daily when the young girl's father took a notion to put backside to saddle leather.
Kathy was bored with it all though. She did not want to wander around the estate, the house held no interest for her, and worst of all, there was nothing in particular that she wanted to buy.
Summer vacation was a drag. There was no denying that. At least at school she had her friends. Now, at home, and held a virtual prisoner, she had nothing. Her father was not feeling well. Indeed, he had sent word to the exclusive Spencer School, not two days before Kathy was due to leave on her summer vacation, that he would appreciate her presence at home for a few weeks during the summer months.
Her father had actually asked her to stay home. This wasn't so surprising, but he had asked as if she had some choice in the matter. He had asked as if she could refuse him, and so doing so tempted her to refuse. But of course she didn't refuse. She simply cancelled her airplane reservations and hired a car to speed her home after her last exam was finished.
Her father, Captain Cumwot didn't look so sick to the young girl. He looked rather chipper to the young girl, as a matter of fact. The only thing that could have possibly made her. believe that he was feeling the slightest bit ill was the fact that he was wearing pajamas.
The Captain, which is what everyone called him, including his daughter, met Kathy at the front entrance in his silk pajamas. This shocked the young girl so much that she forgot to feel bitchy and could only feel alarm as her father embraced her at the wide mouth of the twin oaken doors that lead into the main reception hall of Cumwot Manor.
Captain Cumwot was never known as a warm person. He had always maintained a demeanor of intense reserve. And, up until that morning, when the Captain embraced her on the tiled floor of the entrance, Kathy could not remember a single instance of warmth that passed between her and her father.
"My dear! My dear!" the Captain nearly shouted, spinning the young girl around.
"Father, have you gone daft? What is it, what?" she said, hearing her voice rise slightly as he held her firmly around the waist.
"My dear, you know that I have always tried to do what was right for you since your mother passed away. She was a good woman, a perfect wife, and she can never be replaced. But I must tell you, I intend to marry again!" the Captain said, leading the young girl into his library.
"Marry? I don't believe it," Kathy blurted out. And it was true, ever since her mother had been kicked to death by her father's prize polo pony, he had never once even talked about marriage. And now, all of a sudden he had already picked a bride!
"Then, then you're not ill?" Kathy asked, now beginning to see the old man's ploy. If had had just gotten on the phone and said, "Kathy, come home this vacation, I want you to meet my new bride," she would have refused at once.
"No, no, that was just to get you home. I knew perfectly well that if I got on the phone and said, "Kathy come home this vacation, I want you to meet my new bride," I knew you would have refused at once," he said, as he strolled into the large dark wooded paneled library.
"Well, father, and where is, uh, my new Mummy,?" Kathy said, unable to keep the biting sarcasm out of her voice.
But her father seemed oblivious to the sarcasm. For all he knew, the two of them could have been speak two entirely different languages.
"Right here, my darling, right here," he said with an outward flourish of his hand. And indeed, there seated in one of the large leather chairs in a darkened corner was a very handsome woman of about thirty-two or thirty-three.
"A pleasure to meet you," Kathy said, taking a few steps toward her new step-mother.
"I'm sure," the older woman said, not rising from her seat. A large plume of smoke appeared in the air over her head, and then vanished into the dim heights of the hand-carved wood ceiling.
Kathy was glad to see that her father hadn't made a complete fool of himself by going off and marrying one of those little trampets, with big tits and a nice tight ass, who might have been only a year or two older than herself.
"This, my dear is Carrie, my new wife," the Captain said, presenting Kathy to his bride.
Carrie did not move. Another large plume of smoke appeared over her head to indicate that she was in fact still breathing, and then silence fell on the room.
The Captain's plan had been a bit naive from the beginning. He had actually expected his spoiled teenage daughter to spend her summer vacation with his new bride on a thirty-seven room estate with the three of them relying on only their wits, charm and ingenuity to entertain themselves.
"The wedding of course had been kept top secret. Flew down south of the border if you must know. Charming town. Charming people. Charming ceremony," the Captain said, seating himself at the large desk that took up a significant portion of the impressive room.
Another silence descended on the room. It seemed to fall from the dark and ancient heights of the hand carved library ceiling, and it didn't lift for the entire summer.
Kathy continued to stare out of her window for a long time. There was absolutely nothing to do. Her father and Carrie were rattling around in another part of the house. The three of them had reached a tacit agreement to avoid each other as much as possible. And easy task, given the size of the house.
Kathy threw herself on her large triple width bed, her arms out stretched like a bird about to take off. She was a young girl thirsting for adventure Slowly she began to strip off her silk lounging, outfit. She kicked off first one shoe, and then the other. She lifted her hips slightly off the bed and slowly wiggled out of the soft loose fitting pants.
Then she quickly stripped off the large blouse, exposing her two large well-shaped breasts, and pulled down the sheer silk panties that guarded her well-trimmed black snatch, and perfectly shaped pussy lips that lay beneath the dark hair.
"Segdwick, I'd like some tomato juice, with pepper please," she said curtly into the speaker phone that sat by the side of her bed on the night table.
"Yes, Miss Cumwot," the cook's voice shot back immediately. And Kathy could picture the cook already pouring the blood red juice from its cool glass pitcher and lightly shaking a dash or two of pepper over its flawless red surface.
"Yes, and Sedgie, please have Mortimer bring it," she said, pushing the button in again.
* * *
Mortimer was one of the oldest servants on the estate. He had been on the estate when her grandfather ruled the grounds with an iron fist.
The young girl lay out on the bed naked. She was above the soft covers and her legs were spread wide apart. Between her long, shapely legs her hand toyed with a closely cropped pussy hair. She twined and twisted her sexy and truly ultra-feminine and lovely shaped slim fingers in and out of the silky pussy hairs. Her cunt grew wetter and wetter as her hand toyed with the sensitive organ.
Just as the young girl was about to plunge one long soft finger into her dripping pussy, there was a knock on the door.
She let her finger slip easily into her cunt. She could feel the walls of her pussy contract and flex against the straightened digit. She could feel her cunt grow wetter and wetter with her soft and knowing movements.
"Come in," she shouted, rising her head slightly off the pillow and trying to keep her voice at its normal level.
An aged domestic entered the young girl's gaily furnished room. He barely raised an eyebrow at the vision that met him on the ample bed. There amid the tussled covers and sheets was the young Miss of the household, she was stripped as naked as the day she was born, and she had her finger planted solidly up her wet little snatch.
"Thank you Mortimer," Kathy said, spreading her legs a little wider and increasing her pace with the delightful finger just a little.
The ancient butler put the tray with the tomato juice on the night table and prepared to leave, he was about halfway to the door when the young girl cried out.
"Mortimer, do you think I am attractive?" she said, now taking her finger out of her pussy and letting it rest between her two full moist lips. Her fingers glistened in the afternoon light that invaded the powder blue room.
"Miss if I were asked for an opinion I would have to answer that I think you are attractive in the extreme," he said, and once again prepared to leave.
Kathy brought her finger away from her mouth and returned it back down to her cunt. Her pussy was now dripping at its very lips.
"And Mortimer, do you think that I have an attractive body?" she asked, her hand working quickly in and out of her tight young cunt. She studied the face of the old man intently, hoping to catch his eyes wondering down between her legs, but she could not.
"Yes, Miss, my answer I believe covered that topic," he said, his eyes a dull yellow, yet with a certain life.
Kathy let out a low groan and raised her hips an inch or two off the bed. Then, very slowly and sensuously, she inserted another finger into her soaking pussy. Her cunt was very wet indeed, and she slipped her thumb up just enough to massage her perky little clit.
With the first touch of her finger on the little red button the girl let out another moan and wiggled her hips up, once again, off the bed. Her fingers now visibly dripped with moisture from her pussy.
Both Mistress and servant were both quiet for a long time. Mortimer had assumed, and correctly, that he had not been dismissed to attend his daily household duties, Kathy wanted more time to exhibit her body in front of the servant.
"Mortimer, do you have any idea how good this feels?" she asked, her voice coming out of her mouth in a half groan.
"I believe I can recall such pleasures, Miss," he answered, his voice as dry as the Sahara and as emotionless as a brick.
"Do you like looking at me diddle myself? Does it turn you on?" Kathy asked suddenly and then let out a small whimper. Her hand was now moving at an ever increasing speed in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was contracting and flexing at a regularly rate, and the young girl knew that she was very, very close to coming.
"I have no opinion on the topic. When you were young and would strip off your clothes and run across the front lawn as a toddler, you were very, if I may say, cute, then," Mortimer said.
"Thank you Mortimer, that will be all," the young girl said. Her eyes were now closed and her head was leaning back against the pillow of her bed. As the old man closed the door to her room, he could distinctly hear the sound of her orgasmic moan through the thick wood.
The butler however was not shaken. He had seen much worse than her. He had lived on the estate much of his adult life, and it would take more than a little spoiled brat of an heiress, diddling her privates to get his goat. It would take much more than that, indeed!
CHAPTER TWO
With her complete failure to get at ancient Mortimer, Kathy became even more frustrated. She had always found life at home boring, and the only consolation the arrangement had ever given her was the ability to unleash her wrath on the servants. True, there were enough servants to keep her busy for quite some time, but all of the usual complaints of her usual petty dictatorship had grown boring.
Kathy spread out once again on her bed. She was once again clad in her silk lounging outfit and had become even more pissed off than before she had realized that the old man was unshockable. What she needed was something, oh, just a little kinky.
Leaving her room, Kathy made her way down to the dining room. At this hour of the day, all of the drapes were closed against the brightness of the sun. The long formal table and all of the formal furnishing in the room seemed particularly dreary. The entire room seemed dreary all the time for the young girl, even when it was blazing with light during a formal dining.
Far off in one corner of the room was a figure. Kathy had trouble making out the small figure, obscured in shadows, and then finally she realized that it was Anastasia, the silver girl.
So extensive was the family silverware, silver ornaments, and silver figures and nic nacks, that the Cumwot estate had always had a silver girl, whose sole job it was to maintain the heirlooms and collections. The job was indeed a full time job and a method of rotating the polishing had been in effect unchanged for at least six generations.
The young girl was hunched in one corner polishing silver. She was American born and raised. However her father was a professor of Russian history and he thought the name Anastasia perfect and fitting for his daughter.
"Ana," Kathy called out, causing the girl to flinch in surprise and raise her head. She was a good looking girl alright. She had a soft silky head of almost glowing hair. Her face was the bright angelic face often associated with products from Iowa and Nebraska.
"Yes, Miss Cumwot," she answered, not yet fearing the young girl, but having heard the rumors of her tantrums naturally experiencing a certain amount of trepidation.
"Ana, you are new here at Cumwot Manor, isn't that so?" Kathy asked, knowing darn well that the girl had been on the job less than a year. Ana was taking a break from her school, working for the Cumwot's so that she could pay her own tuition.
"Yes, Miss, I've been here about seven months now," Ana answered, from her gloomy little corner where she polished the silver.
"Yes, well, perhaps I should instruct you with the proper way to polish silver. I can see from here that you are going about the task all wrong," Kathy said, walking briskly up to the young girl.
In fact Ana was not polishing the silver wrong. She was polishing the silver as she had been instructed to, and as it had been polished for at least a hundred and twenty five years.
"Now, let me see how you are going about ruining our heritage," Kathy instructed when she was standing over the young girl. In fact, however, both girls were the same age.
Ana slowly began to polish the silver tray which she held in her hand. The cloth was of the softest possible linen, and the solvent she used was imported from an exclusive shop in London.
"NO, NO! NO! NO!" Kathy yelled at the girl, nearly causing her to drop the tray.
"But, Miss, this ... "
"I don't care what anyone told you, you should always polish counter-clockwise. Always counter-clockwise," Kathy instructed.
The young girl slowly began to polish the tray counter-clockwise, and her complete subservience brought out a nasty streak in Kathy. She had not expected the girl to be so docile, and she was tempted beyond control to see how far she could push the young girl.
Kathy, waited, like a tiger stalking her prey she waited. Then, as the girl was about to dab a little of the silver polish to the end of the polishing cloth Kathy once again attacked her.
There was tension in the air.
"NO! NOOOOOOOO! I swear you are a total fooool!" she wailed, causing the young girl to spill the polish unto her uniform. It was just precisely the reaction that Kathy had hoped for, and now she intended to take advantage of the situation.
"Sorry, Miss," Ana said, dabbing at the small stain the milky liquid had made on her gray uniform.
"Sorry, sorry, do you have any idea how much those uniforms cost? I swear you must be the most careless employee that we've ever hired," Kathy went on, her acting was superb and after awhile even she believed herself made at the young girl.
"I really am sorry Miss. I think it will come out. I really do," she said, her eyes now almost filling with tears.
"Sorry, sorry! Take that uniform off at once. My word, if it wasn't for the generosity of this family you'd be tramping around the campus of some second rate state university in blue jeans and a baggy sweater," Kathy said, standing over the girl with her arms folded in a solid display of displeasure.
"Pardon, Miss. If you will excuse me for a moment, I'll change my uniform," Ana said, rising to leave for her quarters where she knew a freshly pressed dress hung.
"What, go back to your room? I'm sure you'd like that, running back to your quarters so that you can waste half the day listening to rock and roll music," Kathy said.
"B-but.."
"No, buts, take that uniform off at once, and I won't hear another word," Kathy said, her arms still folded over her chest.
Very slowly the young girl began to unbutton the front of her uniform. Inch by inch her trembling fingers worked the buttons down the front of the plain gray dress, revealing a long swatch of flawless pale skin that lay below.
When the girl had undone the dress down to her waist, she very gracefully lifted one leg and stepped out of it. Then she carefully folded the slightly stained garment and held it in her hands, in front of her bountiful breasts.
"Now, that's something," Kathy said, giving the young girl's body a thorough once over. The girl was blushing from head to foot. She had the most beautiful body that Kathy had ever seen. It was long and pale, and her legs and breasts were perfectly shaped. Her diminutive manner turned Kathy on all the more because it represented just another way that the young heiress held the girl in her power.
"Now, return to your work," Kathy instructed.
"Like this?" Ana said, indicating her long shapely legs, stocking clad and simple panties and bra.
"Yes, like that, how else? You've already ruined your uniform," Kathy said, pointing to the neatly folded garment.
"But, what if someone should come in?"
"Shy are we? Well you have nothing to fear, I just happen to know that all of the other servants are off for the afternoon, and my father is out riding with his new wife," Kathy said.
"But, what about Mortimer? I just saw him," Ana countered.
"Look, don't worry about that relic, just get to your work, or soon you won't have a job," Kathy lectured.
Tears welling in her eyes, the young girl sat slowly down. She had no choice, she had to keep her job if she wanted to get her degree in Illuminated Manuscripts. She just had to graduate.
Picking up her rag, Ana began to rub the silver tray. She worked her hand over the gleaming surface, making sure to polish counter-clockwise.
While the young servant worked, Kathy stood above her watching. She could tell by the uneven rise and falling of her breasts that she was upset. But she wasn't nearly as upset as she would be.
Kathy stepped behind the young girl. She could sense Ana stiffen up as she strolled out of the young girl's sight. Kathy stood behind the young girl for a long time. She remained perfectly silent, watching the smooth even movements of Ana's long slender fingers as they glided over the smooth surface of the tray.
Then, very slowly, Kathy slipped out of her lounging suit for the second time that day. She let the silk garment fall around her with a whispering sigh, and then she was naked.
Ana sensed that something was about to happen but didn't know what. She could sense the movement behind her more than hear it, but she didn't know what to expect. It was an effort for her to keep from bolting from the room. It was a supreme effort to keep her hand working over the silvery surface of the tray.
Very slowly, Kathy reached down and put her hand on the girl's breast. She let her arm drape lazily over the girl's shoulder, and her hand fall carelessly over her bra-clad tit.
"Miss, I, I ... " Ana said starting to turn around, but was cut off by Kathy.
"Just get back to your work. You've goofed off quite enough for one day," Kathy snapped.
The girl returned to her polishing. Although the ancient tray gleamed like new under her care, she was scared to death to reach over and pick up a new piece from the carefully laid out assortment that awaited her on the end of the dining room's table. She forced her hand to keep the same counter-clockwise movements going.
Kathy's hand wiggled down between the girl's breast and the bra. She could feel the heat from the firm titty rising through her hand. She could feel the girl's heart beating a mile a minute, although to look at her you'd think that she was entirely oblivious to the intrusion that was taking place.
Very slowly Kathy rolled Ana's nice firm nipple in her hand. She let the little knob turn first one way and then the other. And despite the rush of thoughts and emotions that raced through Ana's head, her nipple hardened quickly into a very respectable berry shaped appendage.
There was another movement behind her, and then a touch, and Ana's bra feel from her chest. She let out a small cry, but kept polishing the silver tray. She was frozen to the chair in fear. She had no choice but to stay put.
Her chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly as she worked at the tray and Kathy worked at the breast.
After a short time however, Kathy grew tired of this game, as she grew tied tired of most games.
"Okay now, stand up, I want to see what you look like," Kathy said, her voice was firm, and didn't betray the slightest bit of lust that she felt.
The girl slowly rose to her feet. She still held the silver tray and as she rose brought the tray up to cover her breasts which were left exposed by the unhooking of her bra. Ana let out a little gasp when she saw that Kathy was completely naked. She hadn't bargained for that, and she let the tray fall to the ground.
"Foolish girl," Kathy yelled, and let her hand fly into action. She slapped Ana right across the face, and immediately four thin welts the identical size of Kathy's fingers appeared on the young girl's cheek.
Large tears rolled down Ana's cheeks. She had been pushed past the point where she could control herself and the slap had been like turning on a switch to her tear ducts.
The silver tray lay between the two girls. Looking at them was a study in contrast. Although they had similar beautiful bodies, while one was dark and fiery, the other was fair-skinned and innocent. Standing face to face in the semi-dark room, their nipples not four inches apart, an energy ran between the two.
"There, see, you've dented it," Kathy said, quickly stooping to pick up the tray that had fallen on the floor.
The tray in fact was not dented, but Ana was too terrified at this point to say anything. She simply stood with her head bowed, waiting for whatever fate would befall her.
"Foolish girl! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" Kathy said, her voice rising in a display of anger.
Ana did not answer. Her head remained down, as if she were studying some fascinating subject on the floor.
"On your knees! Get on your knees this instant! Do you hear me?" Kathy practically screamed at her.
The young girl dropped slowly to her knees, as if she wanted a better look at whatever it was that she was studying on the floor.
Then, moving with slowly deliberateness, a mark of the wealthy, Kathy got up on the table. She could feel the wood stick slightly to her bottom but overall she was comfortable enough.
"Ana, do you want to continue to go to your miserable little school?" she said, her voice now filled with what sounded like genuine sympathy.
"Yes, I do, I just have to finish," Ana answered, encouraged by Kathy's change of tone.
"Well, then, Ana, I must insist that you pay attention to me, and do everything I say," Kathy said, her voice becoming a little more hostile, but with a hint of understanding for the girl's plight.
Looking down at the girl nearly made Kathy cream. The face looked up at her from the floor. She was actually on her knees and Ana's two baby-blue eyes were melted over in clear tears. Her face was one of total subservience.
"Well, then, Ana, I want you to eat me. I simply won't take no for an answer, and refusal or an unsatisfactory job of it, will result in your immediate dismissal," Kathy said.
The young girl knelt in shock for a moment. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was absurd. Kathy Cumwot wanted her to perform vile and disgusting acts with her. Oh, if only she were back in the library at school pouring over small detail of an 15th century manuscript with a magnifying glass, her gray smock with its name tag securely buttoned up the front.
"And, you may start with my foot," Kathy said, proffering her perfectly shaped, slim foot to the young girl. She did this by simply raising it slightly, as if extending a hand for a young European boy to kiss.
Ana bent her head slowly toward the foot. Her lips puckered in a reluctant kiss. As she bent her head forward to touch the smooth skin with her lips, large salty tears dropped from her eye and fell on the arch of Kathy's foot.
The tear was like a drop of fire. It inflamed Kathy. It was positively the most erotic thing that she had ever felt. Woe, woe, the pleasures of the rich are decadent indeed. For a moment the thought of asking Ana to cry on her foot passed through Kathy's mind and then left, discarded as impractical at the moment.
Ana kissed the proffered foot. Her lips felt warm and moist on the arch where they met it.
There was sex in the air.
She kissed the foot again, working her way slowly up. Kathy could feel every movement of her mouth, she could feel the full lips trembling as they touched her smooth skin again and again.
Steadily thought slowly the young girl worked her way up her Mistress's smooth leg. Her lips bent to their work again and again. Her mouth trembled and her eyes remained closed.
The leg rose as Ana worked on it, and then fell back. Ana reached out and held the leg between her hands, her lips bending to meet the shapely limb.
Each kiss that the servant placed on her legs warmed her like a touch of fire. All of the nerves in her leg tingled and trembled, begging for the touch of the young girl's lips.
Kathy's cunt was soaking wet by the time that Ana had finished with her knee. Each kiss because it was slow seemed teasing and sensual.
"Higher my dear, please, don't dilly-dally," Kathy instructed the girl.
The kisses became more and more frequent. She could feel the mouth opening to meet her flesh. She could feel the young girl's hot breath as she released it through her cute little upturned nose.
Higher and higher the girl worked on Kathy. The kisses became wetter and wetter, and twice, Kathy could have sworn that she felt the gentle touch of a tongue, poke through those slightly parted lips.
Then Ana was at her thigh. Inch by inch her mouth crawled over the smooth warm expanse of the girl's thigh. Inch by inch the mouth neared its destination.
It was all that Kathy could do to keep from grabbing the girl's head and forcing it into her quivering box. Each kiss that Ana planted on the soft, supple skin seemed to be a tease.
Kathy lowered herself back. Her head rested behind her on the table and her legs remained dangling over the side.
Then Kathy could feel the girl's satiny hair between her legs. Her head was approaching the spot where the girl's legs came together. HER CUNT!
The golden hair now teased Kathy almost as much as the hot lips. It was as if the girl, in retribution for her slavery, which is what is was by now, was getting back the only way she could.
Kathy was growing impatient. She couldn't wait any more. She couldn't stand the teasing, and she was just about to accuse the girl of delaying her pleasure when she felt those full moist lips touch her cunt hair.
They touched her pussy hair for just a moment. They brushed by the dark bush, close enough to smell the musky odor of the pussy.
Then they touched the pussy's bush again. The lips whispering warm and inviting just over the surface of the girl's cunt.
Kathy couldn't stand anymore of it. She couldn't, she just couldn't. Very slightly Kathy raised her hips off the table, in a silent instruction to get on with it. To move ahead. Cover new ground.
The lips paused on the heiress's cunt. They just seemed to rest there on the springy black, bush as if they were tired. Their heat and moisture were instantly generated through to the quivering lips of Kathy's pussy below.
Then there was another sensation. Ana's tongue crept slowly out of her mouth. Her tongue moved from between her full rich lips and touched Kathy square on the snatch. It was as if an electric shock had been sent through the young girl. The tongue was like a hot poker and her cunt lifted off the table, as if by its own devices and tried to meet those warm yielding lips. But they were gone.
When Kathy's ass regained the table the lips returned. They rested once again on Kathy's cunt. This time they took the smallest lock of cunt hair they could, and gently pulled. The hair went right down to her pussy below. It was an electric feeling. Kathy had never felt anything like it.
The tongue stuck out again and caught Kathy right in the crack. It slowly and gently separated the delicate pussy lips and prodded evenly between her crack.
Ana could taste the pussy. She could smell it. And she could not deny that she was getting turned on by the whole thing. Who would have thought? She was well off her knees now. She supported herself by gracefully leaning on the table.
Kathy's hips rose once again off the table, urging the servant girl to lick her cunt.
Ana once again extended her tongue, and let the small pink pleasure tool ride the length of his mistress's pussy. She let her tongue glide from the very base of her cunt, way back near the asshole, to the very top, right where the clit was.
"oh, yes, yes, lick me," Kathy said, so Ana did it again. Her tongue ran smoothly along the crack, working its way in just a little and then retreating altogether when it reached the clit.
The hips rose off the table once more, but Ana did not back her mouth away this time. She let the hips push the pussy into her face. She welcomed it, for if the truth be told, she was wet too.
Slowly the silver girl began to work her tongue further and further into the cunt of the heiress. It was a perfect subject for a Marxist cartoon, and had a wandering artist been peeking through the window, it surely would have made the editorial page of some left-wing publication.
Ana was moving her tongue rapidly now. She was letting her wet, hot tongue glide and wander freely over the girl's cunt. In and out, in and out it flew, faster and faster until Kathy's hips were writhing and moving as fast as Ana head and tongue.
Ana began then to use her tongue as a little cock. She probed deep into Kathy's pussy with it, letting the pussy juice run freely down her chin, and in fact actually sucking some of it back into her mouth.
In and out, in and out, the tongue flew. It fluttered like a small bird again and again attacking the small nub of Kathy's clit and drawing passionate and meaningless cries from the girl.
Then Kathy wrapped her legs around Ana's head, driving her mouth right against her inflamed pussy. The young girl could barely move her head, in fact only her tongue remained mobile by that time, and she concentrated on the clit. She let her tongue flutter and flew like a captured mockingbird or hummingbird over the nub.
Slowly raising her hand from the edge of the table, then, Ana brought two fingers up between Kathy's legs and slowly inserted them into the soaking pussy. The fingers went in slowly and smoothly. Ana could feel the pussy clenching and spasming around her two fingers. The walls of the cunt seemed to want to draw them in deeper and deeper.
Slowly Ana began to pump the fingers in and out of the juicy cunt. In and out in and out they went, while above them the tongue flew about its business.
"OOOOOOOooooooh! YESSSSSSSSSSsssssss!" Kathy hissed as she raised her hips high off the table. She was consumed by her orgasm. Her legs held the young girl's head tight to the throbbing, spasming hole that was her cunt. She could feel the talented massaging that the young girl was giving her clit, and each lap of the tongue seemed to start a new orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure passed over the young girl. Wave after wave of throbbing, pulsing, pleasure that made her head swim and her soul sail, was released and concentrated in her pussy.
When she finally stopped coming, Kathy's legs unwound around Ana's head. Both girls were trembling and Kathy reclined far back on the table while Ana resumed her position on the floor. The room was completely silent except for the hard breathing of both young women.
"That was very respectable. Very respectable indeed," Kathy said after a long time.
"Thank you Miss," Ana replied, her breath finally returning to norm. She even felt as if she could walk without trembling.
A small puddle had formed on the ageless wood of the table under Kathy's pussy, and the young girl turned to study it. She drew one finger through the juicy substance, drawing abstract designs.
CHAPTER THREEs
Days passed slowly after the incident with Ana. For a few days the young girl was steadily called to Kathy's room, where they would indulge in a variety of games. But soon Kathy grew tired of the girl. There was a sameness about it that veiled the whole act with an aura of respectability. It was boring.
So, Kathy Cumwot was back where she began. The house once again rattled and yawned in its age and Kathy roamed its seemingly endless corridors looking for, she knew not what.
And then there was the idea of her step-mother. Well, as far as Kathy was concerned, the woman was just an utter bitch. The three of them would eat at the huge dining room table in complete silence. And all the time, there would be the wicked witch of the North, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing To do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing, to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. The world seemed to close in on the young girl.
"Father," Kathy ventured one night during dinner, "I would very much like to go shopping. I haven't been shopping in ages and ages, and I desperately need some new things," Kathy concluded.
"Ah, shopping. You want to go shopping do you?" he said, his great good humor over being married again was turning him into a complete idiot. He would find the simplest remark amusing.
"Yes, I thought I might," Kathy said, her voice trailing off in a bored and tired whine.
"Well, I don't see any reason why not. As a matter of fact, why don't both of you girls go. A kind of girls' day out. Why both of you could have a regular shopping orgy!" he said, finding his own humor witty.
"I'm afraid I have all the clothes I could wear in two or three lifetimes, darling, but it's very sweet of you to offer," the Wicked Witch said, and Kathy was more than a little relieved at not having to spend the day with her.
"Okay, then. I suppose you can go by yourself. I'll have them bring the car around for you tomorrow morning," the Captain said.
"Tomorrow? Great!" Kathy had expected to get permission, she just didn't expect it to be so easy.
The next day when the car came around she was already standing on the front steps.
It was a long black car of indeterminate year which moved slowly over the smoothly paved drive from around the side of the large manor house.
The car came to a stop in front of the stoop, but Kathy made no move toward it.
The chauffeur opened the front door and then walked around to open the back door for his passenger.
Kathy began walking toward the car after the door had been opened.
As she approached the car she noticed that the drive was not the same old goat that had been driver for her father for years and years. True, this driver was wearing an identical uniform, but he couldn't have been more than twenty five. Kathy immediately noticed that he wasn't bad looking. In fact, both in terms of body and face, he was more than respectable.
"Where is Jeffries?" Kathy asked, pausing at the mouth of the opened door.
"Accident Miss. I've taken over his position," the young man said, his voice carefully modulated.
"Accident? What on earth happened to him?" Kathy asked.
"Torn colon Miss," the young man answered;
"Torn colon, how did that sweet old man manage to do that?"
"I'm afraid he had some rather unusual habits. He put things, up, up there that didn't quite belong," the man answered. And for all the emotion than showed in his voice, he could have been talking about traffic on a particularly crowded road.
"What? What on earth did he, er, insert?" Kathy said, becoming curious.
"Someone else's fist, Miss," the young man replied, answering the questions in completely graphic detail without over-stepping the bounds of good taste.
"I see. Well, I'm sure it was an accident, and that he shall recover soon," Kathy said boarding the town car.
They drove on over the narrow country roads that surrounded the estate. They had to drive for a small time before they passed land on either side that didn't belong to the Cumwot's. It always made Kathy a little sad to reach the point where her family's land ended. After the ancient stone and then white-board fences of the Cumwot estates had ended she always felt as if she were entering an inferior and somehow more hostile land.
Kathy spent most of the day romping from one department store to the next. She bought everything that would catch her fancy. She bought clothes she knew she would never wear, but which she wanted anyway. Most of the stores she shopped in knew the Cumwot name and assigned a special sales person to her. This person acted as one part tour guide, leading her through the different departments, one part bodyguard, one part salesman, and one part usher, leading department salesmen over to her when she came on the floor.
By the time that the chauffeur had loaded the last securely wrapped package into the car's ample truck it was almost closing time. They made their way slowly out of the city. The traffic crawled along inch by painful inch, at a monotonous stop and go pace.
"I say what's your name?" Kathy spoke into the intercom that separated the driver from the back passenger compartment where she sat.
"Wholebread Miss," the driver answered, his voice coming across slightly statically on the speaker.
"Well, Wholebread, how much longer do you suppose we'll be stuck in this traffic?" Kathy asked, stretching her long legs out in front of her as if she were exhausted.
"I would be hard to say Miss. I would suppose another forty-five to fifty minutes. We have the misfortune of returning home during the rush hour," he answered. For such a young man he had such an overly formal voice. He was like one of those servants that she had seen in England, whose parents were servants and whose parents parents were servants. That was really a great system, breeding them like choice cattle. Oh, if only they could import a few of those thoroughbred servants to the United States. That would be just the thing, breed them and maybe mate some of them with our own domestic ones.
When they passed out of the endless tangle of traffic and back toward the less travelled roads, Kathy felt herself relax. She could feel more and more at home the further and further she withdrew from the masses.
Soon the large car had approached a wide stretch of open country road, and Kathy once again felt at ease. The car travelled along easily, the fields flying by her darkly tinted window.
"Oh, Wholebread, please pull over to the side for a moment. I wish to take some air," and the young girl had to giggle to herself as she adopted the overly formal manner of her servant.
The car came to a smooth stop beside a field. The shoulder of the road was quite wide at the point where the car stopped, and the vehicle was partially hidden from the road by a small clump of trees.
Kathy waited patiently as the drive walked around to the door and opened it for her. Then, she very daintily descended the short step to the ground.
The driver remained at the open door as the young girl strolled up and down the road. The sun was in twilight and the western sky was painted with golds, oranges and reds. The air smelled of summer.
She walked for awhile and then started back to the car. She was just about to get in when she suddenly asked the driver a question.
"Wholebread, I must ask you. There is something that has been worrying me a great deal," she said, speaking earnestly and then taking a seat in the rear of the car. She did however leave her feet planted firmly on the ground, making it impossible for the driver to shut the door.
"Yes, Miss. I certainly will do my best to answer it," he said, his face looking straight ahead.
"Well, Wholebread, my question is this. Do I have nice legs?" she asked.
By the way the young girl was sitting a large expanse of white-stockinged leg was in evidence. The driver looked down at the leg and appraised them carefully.
"I would say that you have very lovely legs, Miss," he answered, and it was then that Kathy knew that she had him. The choice of the word "lovely" was completely out of character with his manner. An older and more experienced driver would have answered with a word like, "satisfactory" or "a great deal above average," or some other sexless and emotionless choice.
The driver blushed, because he knew what Kathy was thinking. It was just a matter of time now.
"Well, do you think you've seen enough of them?" the girl asked.
"I was only commenting on the portion I have been privileged enough to see," the driver answered, again his word choice a little too emotional.
"Well then, I suppose I should acquaint you with a larger portion, in order to give your opinion more validity," she said, and raised her skirt as high as she could without exposing her panties.
Her long shapely legs tapered out before her, her toes pointed enticingly slightly inward.
"They are very lovely," the driver said, the last word sticking in his throat.
"Yes, I like them too," Kathy said, studying them and then turning them slightly, first one way and then the other.
The driver was silent. His eyes still glued to her legs.
"Would you like to kiss them?" Kathy asked, once again examining her limbs as if they may have been object independent of her.
The driver didn't know what to answer. He wasn't quite certain if it was an order or a request for an opinion.
Kathy recognized his dilemma and quickly came to his rescue.
"Well, then, Wholebread, will you kiss my legs?" she said, re-stating the original question.
"Yes, Miss," the driver said, already dropping to his knees.
His mouth was much rougher then Ana's. She hadn't counted on that, and like most men, he tended to rush things. He was halfway up her calf in a matter of seconds.
"That will be quite enough Wholebread," she snapped suddenly, disappointed that her experiment with the driver did not go as well as her experiment with the silver girl.
The she had an idea.
"Let me see your penis Wholebread," she said, still sitting in the back seat of the car, the driver now once again on his feet.
"Pardon Miss?"
"I believe you heard me perfectly well. But for the sake of argument, I distinctly and clearly said, 'let me see your penis' that is if you do indeed have one," Kathy said, well aware that her last quip would shoot like an arrow at his masculine pride.
He quickly lowered the zipper of his uniform. He then fished around inside the large mouth for a moment and produced a moderately large penis that was half-hard (it was also half-soft according to Kathy's way of thinking).
He stood holding his penis in one hand, awaiting further orders.
Kathy studied the organ carefully. She leaned her head close, not raising a hand, but looking at the cock carefully.
"It certainly isn't very big, is it?" she said, hoping this would get his goat.
"That opinion would depend on whether Miss Cumwot has been spending an inordinate amount of time down by the stables," the driver shot back.
"Wholebread, I will pretend I didn't hear that last remark. However, kindly produce an erection, if you would be so good," she said, as if he might have one in his pocket.
The young driver began to slowly stroke his cock. He pulled on the long hardening organ lovingly, and in no time at all it was as stiff as a pole and much larger than it had first appeared.
Kathy continued to study it intently. The driver ceased pulling his pud and clasped his hands behind his back, military fashion.
Then she touched it. She simply stuck out one hand and touched the tip of his cock with one of her fingers. Wholebread didn't move. He didn't twitch.
Kathy let the finger that rested on the tip of the driver's cock wander down along the bottom, the nail tracing an interesting pattern along the sensitive underside.
Wholebread gave out with a low moan.
The finger recovered its route back up toward the tip of the cock and then left the organ, again retreating to the lap from whence it came.
Driver and girl remained in the same place for some time, neither saying a word.
"Wholebread, I would like you to service me," Kathy said .
The driver didn't move.
"Did you hear what I said Wholebread?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss," the answer came back.
"Well, then, get to it," she said, as if she were asking him to wax the automobile.
The driver once again fell to his knees. This time he went straight for her pussy. He reached up into the remaining two or three inches of the skirt and pulled down her silk panties.
Then the driver leaned forward and prepared to go down on the young girl.
"No Wholebread, that won't be necessary. As you can see I'm ahead wet, and you so botched the other little task I asked you to perform with your mouth," Kathy instructed.
The young girl leaned far back on the wide seat. Her legs had plenty of room to part and she offered the driver a perfect view of her gaping pussy.
The driver approached. His cock was still hard and twitched with lust as he brought it nearer and nearer to her wet cunt.
The very tip of his cock touched her dripping pussy and she could feel the heat of his dick penetrate her to the very core.
The cock slid easily between her two cunt lips. It was a large load, but Kathy was more than capable of handling it.
Inch by inch the cock slid into her dripping cunt. The long shaft vanished a little at a time until it was completely buried in her pussy.
Then, as Wholebread began to withdraw his pecker, he began to move his hips. First his hips moved one way and then the other. Little by little his cock withdrew, inch by glistening inch it came back into view.
He fucked her as slowly as she had ever been fucked. He fucked her in long unhurried strokes, letting his cock bathe and fill her as he inserted it ever so slowly and then teasing her with movements of his hips and false stops as he drew it slowly out.
Again and again he filled her and then retreated. Again and again his cock filled her to the brim and then slowly pulled away.
"Oh, yes, Wholebread, fuck me, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before. I want it all. I want to see everything you can do," she moaned as his cock filled her.
As if she had given a signal the driver's hands flew to her blouse and unbuttoned it.
His hands found her breasts and began massaging the perfect globes through the thin material of her bra. The nipples stuck out like little eraser points, begging his hands to tease and pull them, which he was only too happy to do.
In the meantime, his cock was moving quicker and quicker. His thrusts had become long quickening thrusts which filled her only for a moment and then left, leaving her wanting it again.
Faster and faster he fucked the young heiress. Her ass began to bounce on the back seat as he made his thrusts longer and faster.
"Yes, yes, that's the way I like it," she said, urging him on, grabbing him by his strong shoulders and pulling him closer.
Faster and faster he fucked her. His cock was now pounding into her gaping cunt. His balls doing a little jog behind the rock-hard pole.
Then she was coming. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She could feel wave after wave wash closer and closer, until her cunt exploded in pleasure.
"Yessssssss! Yessssss! FUCK ME!!! I'M COMING!!!" she shouted, lifting her ass far up off of the seat in order to meet his brutal thrusts.
Her cunt spasmed and clenched. It seemed to have a mind of its own when it was in the throes of an orgasm. Again and again it rose to meet his plunging cock.
Then she was finished. It had been a short orgasm for her. Not much really. Nothing more than a twitch.
"That will be quite enough Wholebread," she said, her ass settling into the cushions of the backseat.
Immediately his thrusting stops.
"Beg pardon Miss?" he asks.
"I said, that will be quite enough. Kindly withdraw your penis," she answered, her voice icy cold.
Slowly Wholebread drew his cock from her still wet, and positively warm cunt. His cock was achy and cold in the fresh air. The drive resumed his previous stance, hoping against hope that perhaps she will give him a blowjob.
Kathy straightened her dress and sat facing forward, waiting for Wholebread to close the door.
"Home please," she said, her voice cutting the driver, with his cock hanging out, like a knife.
Slowly the driver replaced his sticky cock back into his trousers and slammed the door.
The car started off in a cloud of dust, spitting gravel behind it in an angry spray.
They drive on and on and neither driver nor passenger said anything. Finally the Cumwot estate appeared. It came to the duo as a flawless white fence. Beyond the fence was a great pasture of rolling green hills. Dotted over the hills as if dropped randomly from the sky are dozens of Arabian horses. The horse graze and romp over the pasture like small toy animals come to life.
Kathy had always felt a great relief with sight of home. She had always felt safe and somehow, richer, with the objects and totems of her wealth surrounding her.
They passed the white fence after a long while and a stone fence took its place. The stone fence was constructed over two hundred years ago and seems to run on forever. Behind the stone fence is forest. Acre after acre of pleasant woods, stocked each year with partridge and pheasant. The woods are carefully kept up and dead or dying trees immediately disposed of. It had been at least five years since a Cumwot stepped foot into the forest with a gun, binoculars or camera.
Finally the more finished and more pleasant stone fence of the immediate estate came into view.
Kathy hadn't felt uncomfortable in the presence of the driver, but she was getting some hostile vibes. Probably because she wouldn't let him have his little orgasm. But, after all, he was a servant. She couldn't very well have him coming in her. And to service a servant, well, Amy Vanderbilt would have had something to say about that.
On further consideration, Kathy supposed she could have let Wholebread go off in the field or behind a bush or something and dump his seed on the ground. But by the very end, she was getting hungry, and that sort of activity is why her father gave the servants one day and an alternating weekend off.
By the time Kathy had unpacked all of her booty from the shopping spree, and changed her clothes, her father and step-mother were already eating.
Naturally a complete dinner had been kept warm for her, but her father did look a little annoyed, even as she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
"Uhmph, and what took you so long?" he asked, as Kathy took her place at the long table.
"Sorry, we got held up in this beastly traffic jam as we were leaving the city. I can't imagine fighting that traffic every day," she said, digging into a fruit cup.
"May I remind you young lady that your great-grandfather fought Blackfoot Indians," Kathy's father said.
"My, that must have been interesting, the Blackfoot were peaceful," Kathy's stepmother blurted in.
"That my dear, is a widely held misconception," the Captain said, turning his attention to his new wife, his face softening visibly.
Dinner, like always, passed in silence. The meal was the usual heavy fare and Kathy couldn't wait to escape from the table. Minute after minute ticked by and finally the meal was over with.
When the three of them finally parted company, it was for the evening.
Kathy hurried upstairs to bed where she had a hot gay novel hidden, purchased at a short trip to one of the stores. She just loved reading about men doing it to each other. It was one of her favorite things.
The young girl read her book long into the night. She actually fell asleep with the book in her hand.
As the young girl slept, the old house creaked and moaned. The large clock in the western wing chimed on the hour and quarter hour and the servants moved about their chores and then retired, using their own set of stairs to reach out of the way quarters.
Far off in the master bedroom Captain Cumwot had retreated with his new wife. They had retreated to the large canopied bed and soft down mattress.
The Captain lay down very carefully, as if his bones were brittle. He then let his wife tie him up. He was helpless then. He couldn't move a muscle.
The Captain couldn't move even as the woman, standing over him, dressed entirely in black leather now, tested the elasticity of a large black leather whip that culminated in a knot of hard leather.
When the first sounds of the whip and the Captain's constrained yells reached the halls through the thick wooden door of the master bedroom, everyone was asleep. All of the servants were safely away, and the house was quiet.
Only the overtly curious passerby would have put an ear to the door to better hear the sharp whistle of the whip, the smack of leather on flesh quickly followed by an old millionaire's soft moans of pleasure and pain.
CHAPTER FOUR
Although she didn't see the old man for more than two or three hours a day, it was an important time for her father.
The young girl wandered over the grounds of the estate. Not a enthusiastic fan of natural splendor from the beginning, she became even more bored with the natural wonders that the estate held for her.
That is, except one natural wonder.
The natural wonder she saw which she became interested in, was the estates new apprentice gardener. He was a strong dark haired lad from Italy. He had fierce dark eyes, and looked more like a wild tiger than a man. From the first time that the young girl saw him, she had wanted him. But she did not want him like a woman usually wants a man, she wanted to tame and punish him. She wanted to show him the power that she held in her long slender arm.
One day while she was strolling along a heavily wooded area, she heard noises coming from a circle of well manicured bushes. The bushes were located improbably deep in the forest, and they surrounded a low stone bench which was set into the center of the circle. Kathy knew that the bench and the bushes had been on the estate for generations. As a young girl she had discovered the sight and had returned again and again to make a game and day dream in the quiet retreat.
Kathy walked slowly over to the low circle of foliage. The cover was dense and she couldn't see a thing through the thick interlocking branches of the shrubbery.
When she was right on the low bushes, she peered over the top. The sight she saw made her wet immediately. She couldn't believe it.
Right in the center of the low circle of bushes was the gardener's apprentice. But he wasn't alone. He was with a girl. It was Rosey from the kitchen. They were both on the long stone bench. A bottle of wine, some bread, cheese and a sliced apple were also set out nearby.
But that wasn't all. Rosey was practically naked. The young girl's top was off and her large, well, shaped tits were bouncing this way and that as she joked and laughed with the young dark man.
As for him, he also had his top off. His broad back with its thick knots of large muscles glowed under a thin film of perspiration.
Obviously they were both sunbathing. The gardener had probably persuaded the young girl to take her top off, and all that remained was for him to ply her with a little more wine before making his move. The young couple were both wearing blue jeans and from the way they fit, Kathy could see that they both had nice firm bodies.
The young girl was, to tell the absolute truth, not completely and genuinely outraged by the conduct which was taking place before her eyes. She was well aware that it was both Salvatore's and Rosey's day off. She also was well aware that the help often retreated to the private woods surrounding the estate. There was indeed no formal rule about it, just so long as they didn't get under foot of the family members.
Kathy watched the pair for a long time. Sal, as he was called around the house by the other staff members, was beginning to become more and more familiar with Rosey. He had begun to caress her fine, firm breasts, and she was touching his strong chest again and again.
As Kathy watched the two grow closer and closer to actually making love, she began to get hot. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter. Her legs felt all trembly and for one brief sickening moment, she actually envied the help. How could that be? She had everything that they did not. But their simple childlike pleasures held her in a spell of fascination.
Finally Kathy could take no more of it. She would have to do something, or else she just knew that she would fly into a jealous rage.
There was a small entrance into the circle that the shrubbery formed and the young girl stepped through it, instantly drawing the attention of the young couple and immediately putting a halt to their innocent cavorting.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Kathy said, stepping boldly up to the two young people.
Both the boy and the girl fell silent. They were in a state of shock. Neither could believe that the young Mistress had found them so far from the estate, and that they had allowed themselves to get caught in such an embarrassing position.
"Rosey, why I am truly ashamed of you. What have you been doing out here? Were you about to have sex with this boy?" she asked, her voice firm and well modulated.
"No, Miss, I mean, I only took off my shirt so that I could get a even tan, for when I go to the beach next month," the young kitchen girl said, covering her large sensuous breasts with her shirt, by holding the garment up to her chest in a gesture that was pure modesty.
"Well, then I take it you won't even bother to deny that I saw you kiss this boy?" Kathy said, her voice rising.
"Well, yes, I mean, no, I mean, but Miss, it was only a kiss," the girl said flustered.
"Only a kiss? It was only a kiss. And a sigh is but a sigh, is that it?" She snapped at the girl who actually jumped back a foot or two.
"But, Miss. It was harmless. We come out here on our day off. It has nothing to do with our work at all," the gardener finally said, speaking up for the first time.
"You talk as if you own this property. As if it is yours. I suppose you believe that nature is something to be enjoyed by all, whether they own it or not, is that it?"
The gardener not understanding English very well, nodded his head in firm agreement. Yes, he did believe that nature and beauty were things to be enjoyed by everyone.
"Ha! Then you are a communist. I knew there was something wrong with you from the first time I laid eyes on you. I suppose that the next thing will be that you'll try to unionize and agitate our household staff. I suppose you intend to start with this little slut!" Kathy said, no actually working herself up into a real dither.
"No, Miss, I am not a communist. I do not march or go on strike. I just like to be around nature. To see beautiful things."
"Yes, I can tell, you didn't seem to be looking away from Rosey's chest for very long.'
"But, I, I," he began but the young heiress cut him off.
"Oh, so you can't even speak now. You communists sure do whistle a different tune when you have something on the line to lose. Well, okay, if that's how you are. I will have to report you both to my father immediately," and Kathy turned very dramatically and began to walk out of the circle.
"No, please, Miss, you can't please," Rosey cried to Kathy's back. Kathy could tell from the sound of the sobs, that Rosey was running toward her, and the young girl turned to meet the crying staff member face to face.
Sure enough the young girl had tears in her eyes. She had probably never been yelled out before, except for some minor scolding she received in the kitchen. Well, Kathy thought, this did her a world of good.
"Yes, well, what is it?" Kathy said, being careful to pronounce each word very, very carefully.
"Please, please, I'll do anything, but don't tell your father," the young girl sobbed. She, like everyone else at the house lived in mortal fear of the old man, who in fact, had very little conception of what actually went on with the help.
"No, don't tell him, and just why should I not tell him everything that I've seen here today?" Kathy asked, her voice spitting each word at the girl like small stones.
"Please, please, give me another chance, I'll do anything," Rosey begged, getting down on one knee and crying into Kathy's hand.
Now, this is more like it, the young girl thought. This is the way real servants should act.
The two young servants stood before the one young girl. They stood in a tight little knot, with Kathy standing just slightly apart from the other two.
"Well, then, will you do everything I say then?" Kathy asked suddenly, and by the tone of her voice it was apparent that everything that she asked would be embarrassing to say the least.
"Well, that w-would depend," the young girl responded in a quavering voice. Her cheeks were now blushing bright red and her eyes were wild, like those of a trapped animal.
"No, it will depend on nothing. Either you do what I say, or you will both be exposed for what you are," Kathy snapped, growing tired of the delay in having her wishes granted.
"Well, then, I don't suppose we have much choice," the young man answered.
"Now, that's the proper attitude," Kathy said complimenting the young man's willingness to keep his job through performing unknown but assuredly unpleasurable acts.
"I-I-sup-but-I have no choice," the girl stammered.
"That's right, you have no choice," Kathy said, stepping back towards the stone bench, and sitting down.
"Okay, what, what do you want from us?" the young man said, his face growing hard and drawn under the strain.
"No, that's not the proper attitude at all, not at all," Kathy said.
A silence fell over the unlikely trio.
"Now, let's just see what kind of a man you are, Sal. You, what is your name?" she asked suddenly pointing to the young girl.
"Elizabeth," came the answer in a small voice.
"Good, now Elizabeth, listen to me. I want you to take his cock and make it nice and hard, if you haven't gotten it hard already," Kathy said, and so saying very properly crossed her legs.
The young girl started to say something and then stopped. Her face was the picture of agony and guilt. She was trapped and had no choice and she knew it.
Very slowly she let the blouse drop from in front of her. It all seemed a horrible sham now anyway. Then, very slowly, she reached out and grabbed for Sal's zipper. Her small pale hand found the small tag and slowly pulled it down.
Kathy's eyes widened. She had never been so stimulated in all of her life. She felt as if she were in complete control. It was almost as if the two people before her were dolls. She controlled them. They would do whatever she said. A heady glow of power and sexual energy rushed through the young girl.
The zipper came down slowly. The gardener was wearing no underwear and his large pole immediately sprung into view. It was a thick cock and only half hard, it stood at half mask.
"Nice, very nice," Kathy said, and clapped softly and properly using just the tips of her fingers against the palm of her other hand.
"Now, be a good girl and get him all hard," Kathy instructed.
The other girl's hand moved slowly toward the cock. It moved as if it were travelling through water. There was a slowness of resistance in every move it made.
Finally the pale white hand touched the thick dark cock. The contrast was startling. The hand rested lightly in the middle of the shaft. The cock was so thick, even though it was half erect, the hand would not fit completely around it.
Kathy could see the hand move. It squeezed at the thick shaft. And then the hand began to caress the monster prick. It moved in slight delicate little movements.
The cock grew before Kathy's eyes. Little by little the prick grew larger and harder. It hardly seemed possible that such small movements could excite the large cock so. Little by little the thick tube of meat increased in its state of sexual excitement and grew in size. Little by little the hand began to move with increasing speed over the cock. Then the cock was fully erect. It was so large that the young girl's hand barely fit around the shaft. It pulsed and throbbed, and the young man could not control the small smile that broke out over his face under the careful and talented ministrations of the girl.
As for the young girl, she watched her hand slide up and down over the hardened meat. Her eyes seemed glued to the thick shaft and the larger it grew, the larger her eyes grew. Both boy and girl were now seemingly completely oblivious to the third person who had forced them into the situation.
The cock was twitching with excitement now. It twitched slowly and steadily as the young girl ran her hand up from the base where the balls joined it, to the very tip where the sensitive, sexy crown met the red head. Elizabeth's hands played a gentle and insistent pattern across its sensitive skin.
"Okay, that's quite enough of that," Kathy suddenly said, and both the young man and the girl looked up at her, as if seeing the heiress for the first time.
"You heard me, unhand that man," Kathy snapped.
The girl's hand fell away from the hard cock and returned to the girl's said. Kathy noticed that both of Elizabeth's nipples were puckered and erect with excitement.
Both the boy and the girl stared at Kathy. Their eyes seemed blank and the only detail that showed any emotion was the twitching cock that stuck straight out from the toothy mouth of Sal's zipper.
"I would very much like to see you lick it, the cock that is," Kathy said. And then the young girl leaned forward on the bench in order to better watch the show.
Very slowly the young girl fell to her knees. The couple could not have been more than four feet from Kathy and the rich young girl was treated to an exceptional view as the maid slowly brought her head to the tip of Sal's cock.
The maid stuck out her tongue with an agonizing slowness. The tip of the little pick tongue touched, very lightly, the tip of the gardener's cock. The young man could not suppress a small cry as the tongue, moist and hot as it was, touched the most sensitive part of his large pulsing pecker.
The tongue retreated back into its mouth, and then very slowly, reappeared and touched the tip of the cock again. The cock was twitching and pulsing like crazing now, and the young girl had to steady the throbbing pecker with her hand in order to aim it toward her tongue.
The girl's sweet little tongue made slow, lazy orbits around the stiff cock. Around and around it went, little by little it crept more and more down the length of the shaft. Slowly, slowly the small pink tongue trailed its way down the shaft. Slowly, slowly the girl moved her head this way and that, letting her tongue trace and invisible and moist pattern down the length of the young man's cock.
The gardener was unable to control himself. His hips thrust forward and her hands trembled as the young girl worked on his pecker. There was no getting around it, he was getting excited, they both were, whether Kathy was watching or not.
The girl's talented tongue finally reached the base of his thick prick. The tongue circled and circled the shaft, leaving a slick trail as it travelled up and down the pole.
Then the young girl took one of his large balls into her mouth. She worked at the ball gently yet persistently, turning it first one way and then the other, using her tongue to her best advantage.
Then slowly she let the ball drop from between her two moist and full lips. Her tongue followed it part way from her mouth and then withdrew back into the warm darkness.
Very slowly then, Elizabeth began kissing his cock. She kissed his thick shaft from the base to the tip, letting her tongue glide over each little part of the mighty shaft her little perky tongue touched.
When she got to the very tip of his cock her mouth paused for a moment. There was a brief hesitation in her action, and then she drew the cock into her mouth. The pecker seemed to move into her mouth as if motivated by a force from within, from within.
"Bravo, bravo!" Kathy said, cheering in a restrained voice and clapping with a burst of mock enthusiasm.
The cock rested in the girl's mouth for a moment. It was just barely between the lips and her tongue worked busily at the head like a soft fluttering bird around the crown.
Very slowly then the young girl began to take more and more of the thick throbbing pole into her mouth. Little by little she let the thick shaft slide between her slightly parted lips. Little by little her tongue massaged each inch of sensitive pecker as it entered her mouth.
When the pecker was all the way into the young girl's warm, wet mouth, her cheeks bulged and her tongue continued to massage and caress the thick tube of hard flesh. The hard tip of the cock was securely wedged at the back of her throat and her lips were opened wide.
Then the gardener began to move his hips. At the first gentle thrust of his hips the young girl was startled, and then she began to move her head in time to his hips and the effect was not at all unpleasant for the young man.
The thick shaft would slide almost completely out of the girl's moist lips, it would rest on them until just the very tip remained in her mouth, and then, little by little the thick shaft slide back into her mouth. Her eager and gentle tongue caressing each inch of the shaft as it entered her warm mouth.
Again and again he plunged his shaft all the way into the young girl's mouth. Again and again the shaft came sliding out of her mouth, between her two full lips, until it looked as if it would escape altogether, and then just as it was about to fall from between her lips, it would begin its gentle and pleasurable journey back.
While all of this was going on, unbeknownst to the two participants, Kathy had slipped a hand under her dress and had begun to frig herself. She moved her hand lovingly between the lacy material of her panties and slip. Her finger touched and teased at her already moist cunt. Again and again she let her finger playfully slide up and down her wet slit. Then she let her finger enter her pussy, she could feel the walls and muscles contract and flex under the gentle probings of her finger.
Kathy's pussy was wet. It was wetter then she had ever remembered it being. Again and again she let her finger slide in and out of her throbbing cunt. Her finger was gleaming and slick in no time. Her legs were spread far apart, and she knew that with the erotic show these two were putting on, she would not be able to last much longer.
"Okay, that's enough, stop, please stop," Kathy instructed the two servants. The girl froze in mid-caress of the gardener's cock, and the gardener looked quickly over to the other young woman, whom he noticed was frigging herself.
Slowly the cock, thick and pulsing, slid from between the moist full lips of the young girl. Both servants studied the heiress carefully, waiting for further instructions.
"Now, Sal, come here, I believe I'd like you to er, service me a little," the young rich little girl said.
Slowly the young man walked toward the figure on the stone bench. He approached cautiously, taking slow step after slow step until he was standing directly in front of the young girl. His hard, pulsing cock stood right out in front of him. It was still moist and gleaming from the young woman's mouth, and it seemed to shine and refract in a thousand directions as the sun hit it.
Kathy pulled up her dress. The lace panties quickly came down, pulled viciously from her shapely legs by her trembling fingers. Her pussy was wet. Tiny drops of moisture hung on the golden hairs of her cunt like little ornaments on a Christmas tree. The two little pouty lips were spread far apart, and the delicate pink lining of her cunt bid a welcoming glow to the young man.
As the young man hotly watched, Kathy spread her legs further and further apart. She had kicked off her shoes, and the white stockings which she had worn were well dug in at the heel.
Finally the young man stood directly in front of her. He stood there for a long time, his legs spread far apart, but still not as far apart as the young girl's legs between which he stood.
Kathy leaned back on the bench. She let herself stretch out, and with a slight motion of her hips, instructed the young man to come to her. The gardener took another two steps toward the young girl and then he was on her.
He had to kneel slightly and position himself carefully between Kathy's long shapely legs. Then his cock was touching the pussy lips of the young heiress. He could feel her moist cunt. It seemed to be generating heat.
Slowly the young man's cock slipped into the young girl's pussy. Inch by inch the gardener's cock vanished into the young girl's cunt.
The cock seemed to fill her. She thrust her hips up off of the hard stone of the bench in order to meet his gentle thrusting. Inch by inch the cock filled her until it was sunk in her pussy to the very hilt.
Kathy thrust her hips up once again. She began to wiggle her hips and thrust her ass off the bench.
Then he began to fuck her. He fucked her in long solid strokes in and out of her wet pussy. In and out, in and out. Again and again he thrust his solid pole of flesh into the young girl's aching, dripping cunt.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, with your huge hard pole! That's it, drive it into my pussy!" Kathy yelled at the young man.
Then she began to speak to the other young girl.
"Here, come here, let me play with your lovely tits! Let me kiss you. I want to feel your hot mouth on mine!"
The young girl approached the heiress slowly. She walked towards the scene of her employer being fucked by the gardener with great trepidation. But still, as a girl, she could not completely drive the thought from her mind, that the hot, hard cock being driven in and out of Kathy Cumwot's puss, was the same cock that should have been plunging in and out of her own wet pussy.
The young maid leaned down close to her employer. Kathy's hands which were holding Sal around the neck, reached up and grabbed the maid around the neck, pulling her toward the heiress's mouth.
The two young beautiful girls' mouths touched and an electric shock ran through both of them. It was as if the maid could feel the power, the energy of the gardener's thrusting cock through the soft, wet tongue of the other girl.
Kathy's tongue thrust into Elizabeth's mouth. Their tongues met and danced in the wet darkness.
At first the maid was hesitant. She had never done anything like that before. She had never been attracted to another woman before. But suddenly she found herself getting hotter and hotter as she kissed the young beautiful girl beneath her, and felt her tongue trembling with lust and desire.
Suddenly Elizabeth found herself kissing the other woman back. She found her tongue probing and dancing into the other's mouth. She found her arms embracing the other girl, holding her close and trembling to her new kissed lips.
Meanwhile, Sal was continuing his unceasing fucking of Kathy. His cock slid in and out, in and out of the girl's clenching flexing pussy. With each thrust of the cock Kathy sent her tongue thrusting deep into the maid's mouth.
Suddenly Kathy reached up. She released her grip on the young girl's neck and began to unzip her pants. She wanted to feel the other girl's pussy on her fingers. She wanted to taste the maid's pussy.
Realizing what her mistress was doing the maid quickly complied, stripping out of the clothes which she wore. Then she stood naked, awaiting for the next order that her employer would give her.
She didn't have to wait long.
Kathy reached up and inserted a finger into the maid's pussy. It was wet. It was soaking with the juices of lust and desire.
The young girl let her finger travel up and down the moist crack of the maid's pussy, and then plunged a thin finger into the sopping opening.
The maid let out a slight yelp of pleasure and then softly ground her cunt down further on the other girl's finger.
Quickly, quickly the finger probed and massaged the girl's well-shaped cunt. She let the finger travel up and around the wet snatch, massaging the inside as well as the clit, and draw sigh after sigh, moan after moan from the young girl.
Then Kathy hung her head over the edge of the stone bench. She pulled the young maid closer to her, exerting a slight pressure by pulling her by the pussy. The girl came to Kathy obediently. She came knowing what would happen.
Kathy raised her head slightly and stuck out her tongue. The maid's pussy tasted salty and good. It tasted like a new, fresh pussy, and Kathy let her tongue luxuriate in it.
"Ohhhhh, yessssssss," Elizabeth moaned as the young debutante let her tongue swim and probe in her snatch.
Again and again Kathy brought her tongue up to the girl's sensitive clit and let it flutter and fly around the tight little button.
They were all moving now in perfect timing. The three of them had coordinated their timing as well as any Broadway dance troupe. The maid had reached down and grabbed a hold of Kathy's head, bringing it further up to fit neatly between her legs.
Sal was still plunging away, although he could feel himself drawing close. And Kathy could feel an orgasm building deep in her pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure rose in her, each falling short, until finally she felt that last wave break through the barrier and coming crashing over her entire body.
Kathy's cunt closed and contracted tightly, gripping the gardener's cock with inhuman strength, and forcing him to slow down his relentless thrusting. Sal could feel himself beginning to come. He could feel the strong liquid movement inside of his balls and his ass tightened with pre-orgasm excitement.
Then Elizabeth began to come. Her cunt clenched and spasmed under the constant fluttering of Kathy's tongue. Again and again she felt the talented tongue ripple and play across her sensitive clit. She felt the head move and dance in her grasp as the first jet of warm come shot from Sal's throbbing cock into Kathy's cunt.
When it was over, the three of them lay exhausted, on and around the bench. There was a bond there, but neither the maid nor the gardener knew how close it was.
Finally Kathy raised her head slightly. Her eyes were glazed over and when she spoke her voice was still husky from lust.
"I'm going to count to three and close my eyes. When I open my eyes I want both of you gone from this place," she said. It was then the maid and the gardener knew how close the bond was.
Neither of the servants bothered to get dressed. They simply grabbed up their clothes that were lying around the area and ran off to a secluded part of the estate in order to dress and return to their quarters.
Kathy opened her eyes on the count of three and saw the last flash of ass cheek vanish behind a bush.
And then she was alone.
Kathy stayed on the bench for a long time. She let her eyes close once more and soon she was asleep.
Through her sleep Kathy heard the birds singing and the crickets begin to start up. She heard the distance cracking and brushing sounds of the woods. Her cunt still throbbed and ached a little with all of the attention, and she felt at peace with the world.
When the young girl awoke from her sleep, it was dark. The forest was deserted and for a moment the girl panicked.
She began walking toward the house, or the direction she could be guess that the house lay in, and soon, she detected the lights of the manor in the distance. From there, it took her only a quarter of an hour or so to reach the back door.
CHAPTER FIVE
The date was made by her step-mother, without Kathy's permission. There was nothing that the young girl could do, and so, she decided to go.
The excuse that Kathy's step-mother gave was that the date, a young man who just happened to live over a few estates down the road, that it would give the girl a chance to get out and socialize with young people her own age. And the thing that really got to Kathy was, was that her step-mother said it so coolly, and then blew a large plume of smoke toward the ceiling. She had said it like she knew that arranging the whole thing would be a big pain in the ass for the girl, and judging by Kathy's reaction, she was not disappointed.
The young man, a descendant from one of those Fitz-something families, had arranged to send his limo over to the Cumwot house at nine PM sharp. The young man had planned to go out for a night in the city, and if nothing else the chance to get away from the obsessive country-side appealed to Kathy.
At nine-sharp the limo arrived in the front drive of the Cumwot estate. The young man as it turned out had been delayed at some school meeting or something, and would meet the young girl at the restaurant in the city.
For the entire trip into the city Kathy sat in the large backseat bored out of her mind. She tried to talk to the driver once or twice, but he was a dried out old prune and not worth conversing with anyway.
Finally the car arrived in the city. The traffic wasn't so terribly bad and the car made excellent time as it snaked its way across town to the restaurant.
Kathy had never seen her date, but the driver had offered to point him out to her. He would simply double park the car and follow her in the restaurant.
The young man's name was Mat, and he sat at one of the more important tables, status wise, in the posh eatery. The driver very discreetly pointed him out and then exited. Kathy had hoped to get the young man to take her to a few bars and clubs after dinner, where, she hoped, she would lose him in the shuffle and then dance to dawn with more desirable types.
However, she could tell within the first five minutes of talking to the young man that he was not the type to lose track of his date. He was so attentive that it nearly turned Kathy's stomach. Every time she reached for a cigarette, he already had his lighter lit before she even placed the cancer causing tube of polluted tobacco in her mouth.
Throughout the entire night she did everything but dump his main course into his lap, and the young man still remained pleasant. He wasn't such a bad guy actually, it was just that he was so, well, wimpy, and frankly she detested him. But there was something that attracted Kathy to him as well. She loved being waited on, and now it didn't seem to matter much who waited on her. It absolutely didn't matter whether it was the pudgy little heir to one of the largest fortunes in the United States, or a common member of her own household staff. She just loved the attention.
About half way through dinner Kathy began to drop things on the floor for the pleasure of watching her date pick them up. At first she dropped her purse. Then she dropped her napkin. Then she dropped her cigarette case. Again and again the young man stooped to pick up her things. And each time he bent toward the small task a secret little thrill ran through the young girl.
The rest of the evening on the town wasn't so exciting. Every now and then the young girl would drop something just to watch Mat pick it up, and that kept the young girl occupied through two discos.
Finally it was time to go home. Mat, who had been weak about everything else that night, insisted that it was really time to go. His face screwed up into a mask of extreme agony with the effort.
On the long ride home, just for the fun of it, Kathy placed her hand in Mat's lap. The boy almost jumped out of the seat and into the front with the driver, but she kept her hand firmly planted there.
She could feel his cock rising beneath the expensive trousers that the young man wore. He actually seemed to be shaking with her touch. But he was not trembling with lust, he was trembling with fear.
"I say, Mathew, would you be terribly kind and do me a favor?" Kathy asked, putting into play the full effect of her upper-crust pronunciation.
"Oh, any old thing. Just tell me," the young man replied. He was, Kathy could tell, happy to tears for the chance to do something for her.
"Then, would you be so kind as to perform oral sex on me?" she said, stretching out the last part rather than speeding over it.
"W-what?"
"I believe you heard me correctly. I spoke slowly enough," she said, and then, so as not to give him the chance to refuse, raised her skirt up to her hips, while pressing the nearby button which sealed them into the back compartment and away from the driver.
"B-but, but, I," the young man stammered.
"Nonsense, of course you can," Kathy said and very properly slipped out of her undergarment.
The young man stared at her exposed pussy for a long time. Kathy thought that it must have been a long time since he had seen one, if ever. She gave her hips a little outward wiggle, but this had no effect on him. She was very close to being embarrassed, if not scandalized and she had to act fast. She had to rely on her instincts.
"Mathew, if you do not get down on your knees this instant and get to work on that hot steaming little snatch, then you will face the most dire consequences," she said, without any idea in her head what consequences she could possibly inflict on the young man.
The last threat however worked like a charm. In no time at all the young man was down on his knees and eating through her pussy like a rat eats through cheese.
His tongue was rapid and quick, if not overly anxious and the young girl let out moan after moan. Again and again the young man plunged his tongue into her seething pussy. Again and again the young girl thrust her hips up toward his busy tongue.
Finally Kathy grabbed Mat around the ears and forced his head deep into her wet cunt. She literally ground her cunt into his face. Again and again she lifted her hips and threatened to drown the poor boy in pussy.
"Lick it! Lick it do you hear? Come on let's see what kind of cunt lapper you really are?" Kathy nearly screamed at the young man between her legs.
He was nearly wedged in now. He was for the most part completely immobile with his head between her closed legs and further secured by her tight grip on his hair. But amazingly, he continued to lick her pussy.
She was now moving his head up and down, rubbing his face into her dripping cunt. Again and again she could feel his nose tickle and tease at her clit when she manipulated his head. He was totally without backbone and she let her do what she like to his head.
Then she could feel herself coming. She came in great long waves and several times heard the lad gasp for breath between her legs. But she showed no mercy.
When she finally let him up, he was gasping, and his face was slick with the love juice from her cunt. His face was a mask of concern. He was actually worried about whether he had pleased her or not.
Kathy was genuinely surprised when he didn't ask her to perform any act on his person, not that she would have. But it did strike her as strange. When the limo let her off at the front door to the mansion, she waved airily at him and hopped out.
She had assumed that she would never see him again.
But Kathy had assumed wrong. The next day Mathew called her up and asked the young girl if she wanted to go riding.
Kathy had been lounging for the greater part of the morning in her room, she was bored and restless, and without quite knowing why herself, she accepted his offer.
"And please, be a dear and don't send over an empty car for me. That is just so rude. You should be in the car when it arrives, and we'll drive together over to your stables," she added at the end of the conversation.
"Whatever you'd like," came the docile answer.
Kathy was already at the door when she saw the car pull up the long winding drive. She was wearing a complete riding habit, and the tight breeches and frilly shirt fit her to a T.
The trip over to the stables was made in almost complete silence. The two really didn't have any more to say to each other than they had the night before. And for a short time Kathy had begun to think that her accepting the offer was a horrid mistake.
Her fears were compounded when they arrived at the stable and learned that the stable manager had taken ill suddenly and the stable-boy had to drive him to the hospital.
"Well, it just looks like I'll have to saddle the animals myself," Mat said with a thin smile.
He had the most disgustingly thin lips, Kathy noticed.
The young man lead two horses from their stalls and then retreated back into the tack room for two saddles and two bits.
While Mathew was gone, Kathy took the time to study the horses, they were lazy looking things. Pretty and well groomed of course, but no fire twinkled in their eyes. They looked as dull as Mathew did.
Suddenly the young girl gave the horse nearest her a good wack with her riding crop. The horse let out a terrific whinny and went up on its hind legs.
This greatly amused Kathy and was thinking about doing it again, when she heard the door to the tack room slam.
"Ah, if only I could whip some life into Mathew," she said to herself, lightly testing the weight of the crop on her gloved hand.
Then she had an idea. She bet herself that she could indeed whip some life into the spineless little jellyfish. In fact, that was probably just what he needed.
When Mathew approached Kathy with his arms full of leather he once again smiled thinly.
"I'll have these two ready to go in no time," he said, letting just a hint of enthusiasm creep into his voice.
The saddles and bits were dropped to the floor. They formed a mess of intertwining leather thongs that looked impossible to get untangled.
As Mathew leaned down to begin the long task, Kathy gave him a good wack on the behind with the whip.
"Hey! What was that for?" the young man said, springing to his feet and rubbing his bottom.
"That, was for being such a rotten pussy licker," she answered coldly.
"Yeah, but you didn't seem to mind so much last night," came the sharp retort.
"Last night was last night. Today is today," Came the mysterious answer.
"Well, okay," Mathew said, and then bent back to his task, thinking that he had received his punishment.
"Craaaaaaaaack," once again the whip smacked across his tightly bound ass. And once again he leaped to face his attacker.
"Now, I want to see if you can do a better job of it now," Kathy said, standing with her feet wide apart, the whip lightly tapping on the seam of her pants.
"Here? Now?"
"Yes, here. Yes, now," she said, reaching to her zipper that ran up the front of her breeches.
In no time at all Kathy had removed her boots and her pants. She lead the young man to an empty stall and reclined on the soft, new hay.
"Okay, let's see what you can do," she said to the young man, who still had a blank look on his face.
Slowly he leaned toward the gaping pussy. He moved slowly and carefully, as if he expected the orifice to bite him.
He began licking her slowly, working his way up to her clit, trying to tease her with his tongue.
"Waaaaaaack," the whip came down across his back.
"Hey! What was that ... "
"Work faster, or you'll get more of the same," Kathy said, her voice now as hard as tempered steel.
He worked harder. His tongue moved directly toward the clit and fluttered up and down the length of her pussy.
"Craaaaack," the whip once again whistled across his back.
This time the young man said nothing, but merely increased his pace. Faster and faster he sent his tongue flying across her pussy. She was now writhing and moaning in pleasure. But once again she sent the whip across his back.
And then she whipped him again.
And again.
And again.
The whip was now flying through the air at a steady rate. She whipped him to keep him moving his tongue moving across her pussy at a breakneck speed. Again again she whipped the young heir, leaving large welts across his back, criss-crossed like a county road map.
Then she was coming. This time however she did not hold his head to her pussy. This time she merely began to whip the boy furiously. Again and again the whip sailed through the air, and each time it made contact with his back it seemed to inject his tongue with a new-found energy.
When her orgasm was through, she pushed the young man off of her. He sat in the opposite corner of the stall and watched her dress. She noticed that unlike last night, he had an erection. It was clearly in evidence through the tight material of his riding pants.
"You have a little something on the front of your pants," Kathy said coolly as she slipped on her boots.
The boy checked the front of his pants for stains and then realized what she was talking about.
"Here, let me see it," she then said.
The boy was only too eager to comply. He slowly got to his feet and unzipped his pants.
It was a good sized cock. Not as large as Sal's but quite respectable. It was a lawyer's cock. Or a doctor's cock. It was the cock of a college professor.
The young man took a step toward the girl, assuming that she would do something to eliminate the hardon.
"And where are you going?" she asked in a tone that stopped him in his tracks.
He was speechless.
"You don't actually believe that I have any intentions of touching that filthy little thing do you," she said, reaching out with the end of her whip and touching the very tip of his hard pecker.
He didn't answer.
"Well, I simply can't do a thing about that. I mean, look at it. It's positively disgusting," she said, and in saying so, thought that perhaps she had gone a little bit too far. But no.
"Well, then, w-what should I do?" he asked in a sincere voice. A voice of the slave.
"Well, don't just stand there, go over into that corner and relieve yourself," Kathy said.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"I said go over into that corner and do yourself. I don't have the foggiest idea of how you do yourself, but kindly please do, so that I don't have to hear all of you complaining for the rest of the day," she answered back at him sharply.
Very sharply!
"You mean, you want me to ... "
"That's correct. What on earth could I possibly mean?"
"But, I couldn't, I mean not with you, I mean ... " he stammered.
"Oh, but you will. I like to watch. I'd like to watch you do yourself. You know I've never seen how it's done before," she said, letting just the faintest traces of amusement to creep into her voice.
Slowly the young man began to jerk himself off. His hand moved self-consciously up and down his shaft. It began in a kind of a broken pace, but soon settled down so that he was moving in long regular strokes.
In absolutely, positively, truly no time at all he was shooting long milky jets a good two feet across the stall and into the new hay.
The excitement was intense and in no time.
"Okay, very good, now put it away," Kathy said when the last spurt had left his cock.
"But, but it's all sticky now," he said, and as if to demonstrate moved a hand away from his still stiff cock and left a long trail of milky come behind.
"That's utterly disgusting. Please put it away or I shall be sick," the young girl said.
The young man, faced with no other choice, put his sticky, come-soaked cock away. It shrunk rapidly once it was inside his riding pants.
The two then had a pleasant enough ride. Every so often Kath would reach out with her whip and give Mathew a hard blow across the leg. Each time she would do this, his horse would be sent into a panic and go running uncontrollably off across the fields, with its rider shouting useless "whoas!" into the distance.
Aside from these instances, Kathy hardly spoke to him. He would beg for attention with every question he asked her about herself, and she would rebuff him at every turn. Again and again she would put him down, but he would still come back for more.
At the end of the afternoon, Kathy suddenly realized that he was the perfect slave. She could actually do anything she wanted to the young man, and he would obey, or allow himself be subjected to it. He was the perfect toy.
This discovery greatly improved her spirits. So much so, that she actually invited him to dinner in a few days. She knew that her step-mother would probably put up a fuss, but what the hell. She was entitled to some fun too.
In fact, her grandmother wasn't at all mad at Kathy for inviting Mathew for dinner. She simply said, "That will be fine, my dear," and shot a cloud of smoke at the ceiling.
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy had a good time with Mat. She used to joke and kid with him , saying that he was her "personal mat," and he just ate it up. Nothing seemed to please him so much than to give her pleasure. Again and again she would think up new humiliations for him, and again and again he would submit.
Of course there had been a certain pedestrian thrill with abusing the servants. But, after all, they were servants. For Kathy Cumwot, there was a genuine, more potent and heady thrill with abusing the young heir of one of the richest families in the country. Now, that was a thrill!
Indeed, sometimes it was hard for the young girl to think up new humiliations for the boy. He accepted everything, and never, ever complained. Again and again she thought, she was certain, that she had him, only to be greeted by his stony compliance. He ate the abuse up.
One evening, Kathy invited the young man over to her estate. Both her father and step-mother had gone out for the evening. The servants were working with a skeleton crew, and for all intents and purposes, the two young people were alone.
"Matty, Matty, come here," Kathy called from across the room.
The young girl was lying back on a large comfortable lounge. The young man sat a few feet away on the hard wooden floor.
Mathew jumped to the young girl, his mind trying anxiously to anticipate what she could possibly require.
"Mathew, I want you to get undressed for me," she said in a bored voice.
In a flash the young man was disrobing. Garment after garment fell away from him until he stood before her stark naked.
Kathy examined his body closely. It wasn't such a bad body. It had its points, there was no doubt about that. He was a finely built young man. He was on the crew team, as well as the tennis team and rugby team of his prep school. In no time at all the young man was standing in front of the Kathy. His cock was at half-mast and his face wore a small smile. The smile was one of someone who was eager to please at any price.
"Good. Now, go over to my father's closet and bring out a few of his ties. I should think the regimental stripes would be the thing," Kathy said, eying the young man critically.
Mat walked quickly over to the large closet door. Inside hung literally hundreds of ties, some dating back as far as twenty-five years. Indeed, inside the large closet was a nearly half a century of male fashion. There was even a rather natty Nehru jacket hanging quite sadly back towards the rear of the closet.
Mathew took his time selecting the ties, and then, just like a good little puppy dog, trotted back to the young girl. The smile once again appeared on his face.
"That's very good, very nice indeed. Now, go over to that bed over there and lie down. I want to try an experiment," Kathy ordered. Once again Mathew obeyed the young girl's command. He immediately trotted over to the large four-poster bed and spread himself across it.
Mathew wasn't a stupid boy, not by any means. He knew that Kathy meant to tie him up with her father's ties. So, when he flopped gently across the bed, he spread out his arms and legs so that he'd help her along, as it were.
"No, no, no no!" Kathy said, approaching the bed, ties in hand.
The young man looked up at her questioningly.
"I want you spread out across your stomach, not with your silly little dick pointed up at me," she said, and in the flash of an instant he had turned over. His firm, well-shaped ass sunny-side up.
It only took the young girl a few minutes to secure him to the bed. He was tightly bound, both hands and feet, and genuinely he could not move a muscle.
Once the young man was secured to the bed, Kathy took her time and walked slowly around him. She circled the helpless young man several times. Each time she carefully inspected the silk bonds which held him firmly in position.
"Now, I do believe that you are mine to do with as I want," Kathy said, her voice lowered by the power she felt flowing through her body. She could actually feel his helplessness feeding her, making her stronger.
"Well, yes ... " he answered, and once again tested the strength of the tie that held his left arm. It was secured firmly. And there was no chance of breaking the material or pulling it from around the high-post of the bed.
Kathy disappeared then. He could no longer see her. There were footsteps toward one corner of the room and then, nothing. The entire room fell silent for what seemed like hours.
Then Mathew heard the rustling of the garments that hung in the closet. It was a very slight sound, barely noticeable, but his ears reached for every sound, groping for some clue as to what the young girl had in mind.
The footsteps returned. He could hear her very distinctly now. She approached swiftly but unhurried.
"Now, you'll learn who your master is," she said from behind him. He tried to turn his head but could not move it all the way around. His view was obstructed and limited by his position.
"Really Katherine, don't you think ... " he stammered, but he was too slow, and his argument was not persuasive.
The young man heard the belt whistle through the air. He felt it a moment later, almost at the same time when he realized what it was that he was hearing. The belt landed flat across his muscular ass. Immediately a welt was raised and the young man wiggled his ass futilely.
"Really, Katherine, I must insist!" he began, but almost at the same time he began to speak, he once again heard the belt singing through the air.
Once again the leather strap came down hard across his ass. His ass was really getting warm at this point. He had only been struck twice, but already he could feel the heat rising across his buttocks.
"You think nothing! You are my slave!" the girl said harshly, running the belt lovingly through her fingers. She loved the feel of leather. She felt her pussy begin to get wet, and she couldn't figure out whether her cunt was wet from the power she held over the youth, the pain she could inflict, or a combination of the two.
Once again the belt came down across the ass of the helpless young man. He wiggled his ass in agony and pleasure. The heat that the blows released over his naked ass was definitely pleasurable. There was however, no denying that each time she gave his ass a smack it hurt like hell.
And then there was something else. Ever since the first blow to his tender ass, he had felt an erection stirring. And now, by the third strike, he felt his meat pulsing to life.
In a way Mathew had to fight against himself not to welcome the blows to his ass. But, the young man was rapidly losing the fight.
Once again the belt went flying through the air. Once again it landed solidly across his tensed ass. He could feel the heat changing from a warming presence to pain. But again, it was a pain that was twined and inter-twined with pleasure.
"Now, you'll learn," Kathy whispered, though not quite certain herself at this point what she wanted to teach him.
In no time at all the young man's ass cheeks were lined with red welts. They ran across his fleshy ass at a seemingly random pattern. His entire butt felt as if it were on fire. He wiggled and moved his ass in vain, trying to avoid some of the worse agony, the pain, and, yes, some of the severity of the lash, but this only excited the girl even more. The more he wiggled and moved the more fascinating it became for Kathy.
Her cunt was really soaking now. The love juice from the scene had long ago soaked through her lace panties. She wanted desperately to touch and massage her pussy, but somehow she held off. It was exquisite torture for her, but she knew that the pay-off would be worth it.
The whip fell across his tensed buttocks once more. The fire was once again stoked with the lash of the whip. The young man now had the largest hard-on that he had ever experienced. It was raging, and there seemed no way to control it. With each lash of the belt his erection seemed to grow larger and larger. He could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing beneath him, but with his hands tied, there was nothing he could do.
The young man's ass was now bright red. She had been working on him for some time. Kathy had in fact administered so many strokes of the belt across his tight ass that her arm was getting tired. Each stroke she tried to make harder than the last, but now both of them could detect a definite weariness to her manner. She seemed to be relenting, and secretly, the young man was profoundly disappointed. "Now, we'll see what kind of fuck you are, my boy," Kathy said, putting the whip down, and moving toward the head of the bed. For the first time since she had begun to whip him Mathew got a good view of Kathy. Her face seemed to be glowing with excitement. All of the young girl's features seemed to have set in a most attractive way.
Very carefully the young girl unfastened the boy's hands. She unknotted first one tie and then the other. Her fingers moved with the utmost assurance. The knots seemed to dissolve between her long slim digits as she worked at the ties.
In no time at all the young man's upper half was free. She had untied the ties at the bed-posts, so that the silk bonds flew from his wrists like long banners.
In no time at all however, even before Mathew could re-arrange his thoughts, Kathy had tied his hands behind his back. His legs were still fastened to the bed, although they did feel a bit more slack at this point.
"Okay then, now you're going to get your chance to show me what kind of stud you are," she said harshly. The sound of her voice resonated with power.
Moving slowly and sensuously the young girl stripped out of her clothes. She took each article off with care and folded each piece in a neat pile at the foot of the bed.
When Kathy once again appeared in Mathew's vision, she was naked. Her long lean body glowed with excitement. Her eyes shone with lust. There was a vicious animal quality about her teeth.
The girl gracefully slid under the young man. He was raised up on his knees on the soft bed. This was an extremely difficult position because his legs were still widely spread apart and all that held him up were his stomach muscles which sprung from his front like a double row of cobble stones.
Kathy spread her long legs wide. She spread her legs even wider than the young man's. It was clear to her that he had one of the world's greatest hard-ons, and all that remained was for her to find out how good he could use it.
And did he ever!
"Okay, now let's see what you can do," Kathy said, and reached down to spread her pussy lips a little apart in open invitation.
Once again, using only his stomach muscles, the young man leaned forward. His cock came within inches of the young girl's pussy. She grabbed it firmly and continued to guide it toward her cunt.
Kathy wiggled a little further under the helpless boy, and then, holding him around the neck, pulled him to her.
Mathew's cock slid easily into the young woman. It was the closest thing to rape that a woman could inflict on a man.
As soon as his cock was all the way inside of her, she immediately began to wiggle her ass. Her hips arched sharply and her entire cunt contracted in desire.
Then Mathew withdrew slightly. His movements were labored and slow, but slow-slowly his cock inched out of her. And then, just as it was about to escape from between her two perfectly shaped pussy lips, he thrust his mighty tool back into her warm, soaking pussy.
"Yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You slave!" she moaned, and wiggled her hips under his slowly but steady thrusts.
She was now fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Her hips rose high off of the bed, engulfing his thick prick in her warm love tunnel. He fell towards her again and again, slamming his cock into her wet pussy.
With each stroke his cock would sink to the hilt in her wet cunt, and then, very slowly, would withdraw, inch by inch.
The young girl moaned and writhed under him. He was still helpless, his arms secured behind his back.
Every so often Kathy would lean forward and grab a hold of his nipples, pinching them, urging the young man to move faster and faster, make his movements more sensuous.
Then she was coming. She felt his orgasm building quickly, and before she knew it, she was writhing and moaning under his thick cock. She reached far out in front of her, and grabbed for his nipples. She pinched one in each hand, causing the young man to scream, and triggering his own orgasm.
"Yesssssss! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M COMING!!!!!" she screamed so loud that the maid downstairs in the kitchen heard her cry, but chose to ignore it.
When it was over the young man lay on top of the girl. Both of them were breathing heavily.
Slowly Kathy wiggled out from under him. She crossed the room and from the door admired her handy work.
"Hey, where are you going? You can't leave me tied up here like this!" Mathew cried out to her as she opened the door to her father's room and left.
Of course she didn't leave him tied to the bed. She simply walked slowly and majestically down the long hallway to her own room and took a long hot shower.
After she bathed and put on a light coating of scented talc, she re-dressed in a silk lounging outfit and returned to the room where she had left the young man tied up.
He was still there of course. Although he was struggling desperately with his bonds, he had made not an inch of headway in securing his freedom. This fact greatly pleased the young girl.
"Oh, you can't tell me you want to leave already? Just when we were getting to know each other," Kathy quipped. Her voice was now light and flighty. After her shower she felt refreshed and clean. The scent of raw sex still hung in the air of the room. Mathew's back and chest, and buttocks gleamed with a light coat of sweat. His muscles all stood out in sharp definition and the red welts across his ass had faded, but only slightly.
The belt that Kathy had used to whip the young man lay on the floor near the bed. For a moment the girl toyed with the idea of giving him a few more strokes, just for luck. But then decided against it.
"Well, well, well, it looked as if it's about that time," Kathy said, slowly walking around to the front of her captive.
He simply stared at her. His eyes were wide with terror. He now no longer feared the young girl, but he feared her father and step-mother. He knew that they had only left for the evening and that if they returned to find him in his present state, well he would be scandalized and probably never get into Yale.
"Yes, I do believe it is about that time," Kathy said, repeating her previous statement. Once again she was playing with the young man. She had no intention of letting him up until she had extracted the maximum pleasure from his situation.
"Come on, this is serious. You simply have to let me up," the young man pleaded.
"Dear Mathew, dear sweet Mathew, I do not have to do anything. I least of all have to let you up. Is that understood?" she said, her voice suddenly turning colder than ice.
"But your parents are due back at any moment. If they should find me here it would be disastrous!" he begged. His eyes had completely fogged over with fear. Somewhere off in the bowels of the great building a clock chimed, and the young man tried desperately to calculate the time.
Kathy stared at the young man with icy cat-like eyes.
"Okay, you can leave, however, you must promise to come back," she said after a long while. She had by now approached the young man. She ran one long, pointed finger-nail up the ridged curve of his spine, sending a shudder through his entire body.
"Yes, yes, I promise. Just tell me when, but please let me up," he said, talking so rapidly that his words melted together. "Next week, I want to see you again next week, and every week after that, is that clear?" she said, putting her face right down next to his.
"Yes, yes, very clear," he answered.
"Oh, and is that fair?" she asked, her face coming even closer to his. So close that he could feel her warm breath on his cheek.
"Yes, very fair, only please, let me up," he begged. His voice was broken and Kathy suspected that he might even be on the edge of beginning to cry.
The young girl walked slowly around behind the young man once again. He lifted his face from the bed and followed her movements as closely as he could until she moved out of his range of sight.
Once again she put her fingers to work on the knots that held the young man. Her long, slender, faultless fingers seemed to have a way with the tight silken knots that held the young WASP heir captive. In no time at all his right foot was free. And then his left foot was free.
He seemed to jump out of bed as if he had a rocket under him. He ran about the room searching for pieces of his clothing.
He found a sock here. A shoe there. His trousers were flung across a small chair. His shirt lay in a deflated pile at the foot of the bed.
He must surely have broken some kind of record for dressing. And, although he was somewhat askew, when he walked down the long darkly stained wooden staircase that led to the main entrance way, he was more or less in one piece when they encountered Kathy's parents coming through the front door.
Both parties seemed a bit surprised. Kathy's father was slightly drunk and red faced, her step-mother blew a short dwarfed cloud of smoke sky-ward.
"Mother, father, I would like you to meet Mathew," Kathy said, as though she were introducing her date for the senior prom, and not the victim of her rapacious sexual appetite.
"So pleased to meet you," her step-mother said, extending a limp arm to the young man.
"Mathew, Mathew, you're one of those Fitz-something's that live a few miles down the road," Kathy's father managed to say.
"Yes, that's right. Mrs. Cumwot here arranged for Kathy and mine first date," Mathew said in a voice that for the first time that night sounded self-possessed.
"Yes, yes, now I remember," Kathy's father said, he smiled drunkenly.
"So good to finally meet you. Well, you certainly have lived up to your reputation young man," Kathy's step-Mom said, taking her hand back.
"Something about stock manipulation, wasn't it? Your father. Wasn't he convicted of stock manipulation?" Captain Cumwot blurted out suddenly, pleased with his still fine memory, but sending the rest of the party into a dead silence.
"I believe that the charge made by the SEC had to do with er, trading on inside information. But when you really looked at what he did ... "
"Nothing more than any of say several hundred executives do every day, isn't that right?" Kathy suddenly blurted out, hoping to save the day.
"That's right," Mathew said, smiling affectionately over at Kathy.
"Why I'm certain of it," Kathy's step-mom said, smiling sweetly, thought there was something a bit savage in it.
"Yes, yes, quite. Tell me, where is your father now? What company is he with?" the Captain said, hoping to change the subject and give the conversation a happy ending.
"Er, yes, well, my father's in jail now. You have to understand that there was a great deal of prejudice against him at the time of the trail," Mathew said, blushing now, almost as red as the welts on his ass.
"Prejudice, you don't say?" the Captain nearly yelled, wanting to take the side of the underdog.
"Yes, if seems that they never fully recovered the money. I mean the profit that was made on several of the transactions," Mathew said, his voice dropping.
"Never recovered?"
"Yes, you see, we have friends in Switzerland, and my father was visiting one who had been in a severe skiing accident. So naturally, I mean when they documented his trip to Switzerland, they just assumed ... "
"Quite, quite," the Captain said, cutting the young man off in mid-sentence not so much that he didn't want to embarrass him any further, but for the fear that he might actually blurt out in his nervousness the number of the bank account his father dumped the money into.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," the Captain said, and then taking the arm of his wife, began up the stairs.
The two young people watched them ascend the stairs slowly. The entire front entrance way echoed with their slow steps. When they finally vanished around the corner, Mathew turned to Kathy with a look of great concern on his face.
"What about the bed? They'll notice that the bed has been disturbed for certain!"
"Nonsense, I called the upstairs maid before I even started untying you. The bed is in order. And you better be in order too. I wasn't kidding around back there," she said, her voice coming out now in an evil hiss.
"No, certainly not, you can depend on me," he said, and was gone. His car had been waiting for him the entire night.
As the young man walked out into the circular drive, he gave the hood of his limo a sharp single knock, waking the driver. He did not wait for the man to jump from his seat to open the door, instead he simply walked briskly and directly to the back door and submerged himself into the interior darkness of the large car.
The limo coughed and sputtered to life in the damp night. Its headlights probed the grounds surrounding the house as it turned evenly and smoothly across the drive.
Kathy watched as its headlights faded and then vanished down the long grove of trees that led to the mansion.
She knew, deep in her heart she knew, that he would return. He would return as long as she wanted him to. For he was her slave now. It was not an agreement that needed to be spoken. Indeed, it was sealed at the doorway when her parents had arrived. They both knew that it was then they had begun to work on the same team.
The only problem that now faced the young girl was that of thinking up enough games to satisfy both of their curiosities. Neither she nor he knew how far the other was prepared to go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy eagerly counted the days until Mathew would make his promise good. She had never known how much having him as her slave would mean to her, but she had be honest and admit that it meant a great deal indeed.
Aside from all the usual boring routine that surrounded the house, she had nothing to look forward to. Her father would spend hour after hour with her step-mother. They would go off to the rear of the house like a couple of teenaged kids and pitch horse-shoes. Horseshoes mind you, for hours on end.
Her step-mother would blow smoke at the ceiling, sky or rafters whenever Kathy made a comment. There had grown up between them in the recent days a unspoken understanding that neither would bother the other.
Kathy wasn't certain who had initiated this agreement, and she wasn't sure whether it worked in her favor or not, she suspected that it didn't, but never the less it sprang up in record time.
Whenever they were in the same room together one of them would have the floor. One would be the center of attention. More often than not it was Kathy's step-mother, but sometimes Kathy had the privilege. There should have been some kind of scoring card put in effect as far as this went. That way they would be able to calculate a fair score.
As for Kathy's father. Well, the young girl was actually curious as to whether he noticed anything at all. Or, perhaps the old guy really liked the idea of two women vying for his attention. If that was the case, well, then at least it was understandable, and at least he wasn't senile or anything.
So Kathy had pretty well written her parents off. She knew that she would never be able to have any type of relationship with her step-mother. That was just out of the question. And she knew that her father's time was divided, and not equally at that. So, what was left for her? Abusing the boy next door, that was to be her only entertainment for the entire vacation. Well, and that wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact he was coming along quite nicely.
The day that Mathew was due to come over for his return engagement was a genuine cause of celebration for the young girl. For the first time in her life she awoke with a smile on her face. She actually made clever and chipper conversation at the breakfast table when the three of them ate together.
Though her father sensed that something was wrong. He had never seen her like that before.
"Oh, dear, just leave her alone. Can't you see the young thing is in love? She's waiting for her beau to come over from the next estate. I for one think it's just darling," her step-mother said, and blew a large, and somewhat heart-shaped cloud of smoke at the ceiling. Kathy couldn't help thinking that if this woman lived to be a respectable age, then all of the ceilings in the house would need a good washing at least every year.
"That swindler's son! Are you still seeing him!?"
"Yes, Daddy, you know I am," Kathy replied sweetly. Even her father's foul mood couldn't rain on her parade. In just a matter of hours she would have a nice firm stud to tie-up and whip.
"I don't like him. I don't like him at all. The last time he was here all of his clothes were rumpled. He looked like one of those punky rocky musician types. I don't care for them. All they sing about is throwing up on each other. I ask you what kind of music is that?"
"Oh, father, Mathew is not a punk musician. And even if he was, why they don't sing about throwing up on each other," Kathy said sweetly, trying to calm the old guy down.
"Yes, they do. I saw it on the news. I even saw one of them, why he had a Tee-shirt, it said eat the rich, right on front of it. Shameful. Shameful. Why can you imagine my dear?" he said. Kathy recognized his tone. He was ready for an argument. And she was going to make certain it wasn't with her.
"Why dear, don't take it personally. I'm sure that it had nothing to do with us," his wife said, reaching a long, and still shapely arm across the table to pat his hand gently.
"Why, my great-great grandfather worked hard for the money we enjoy today. He worked good and hard in a hazardous business so that we could enjoy the fruits of his labors," the Captain said, his voice growing quite, and smoothly quiet.
"Father-your great-great grandfather made his living selling guns to both the North and the South in the Civil War. And then there's your father, who when Prohibition came, anchored a ship full of the best Tennessee whiskey he could lay hand to, just outside the three mile limit," Kathy said. She could hear her own voice rising, and she knew that she was getting mad, but she couldn't control herself.
"Kathy please. I see no reason to persecute the dead. What they did they did for a very good reason," the Captain said, his voice growing weak, when it dawned on him, as if for the first time, what that reason was.
"Oh, come now father, what they did they did for greed. And you haven't worked a day in your life. Except of course for the commission that someone got for you during the war. A war, I might add, that you spent behind a desk at Fort Dix New Jersey," Kathy blurted out.
The young girl was so filled with emotion that she stood from the table and ran from the room. There was simply no way to control herself, or her father, she thought.
For another girl, a weaker girl, such a confrontation with her father would have spoiled her entire day. Another girl wouldn't have been able to look a sex slave in the eye. But not Kathy Cumwot. She merely ran up to her room. Changed her clothes, took another shower, and washed the entire incident from her mind.
So, when Mathew arrived in the late afternoon, she was all ready for him. She was primed and ready to go.
Kathy saw at once that the boy was nervous. He was practically quaking in his hand-sewn English boots. He was the very picture of the upper-crust, in both the way he acted and spoke, but deep down, in his eyes, Kathy could see the lust and the fear. There was no denying that.
"So, how about a walk in the woods, I can show you some interesting features of the estate," Kathy said, well aware that her parents may have been listening.
"That would be fine. I would enjoy that very much," Mathew answered, his voice coming from his throat in smooth, well-polished tones.
They walked away from the house into the thickest part of the wooded area that surrounded the manor. They walked for what seemed like a long time. Neither of them spoke, and then Kathy tripped once, Mathew rushed to pick her up.
Finally they broke into a clearing. There was a small house standing there. The house was really no more than a shack, but it had a very serviceable look to it. It was indeed, very solidly built. It looked as if it had been intended to stand a hundred years.
"Whose is it?" Mathew asked.
"It was built by the game warden when we had one. My grandfather was real big on hunting. Usually he would have the warden lead him to where the local poachers were setting their traps and then he would hunt them. There are forty-seven cases of death by accidental gunshot wounds attributed to the old guy. Frankly, I'm surprised he didn't try to have the poor victims stuffed and hung on his library wall. I didn't see a scrap book once, he saved all of the articles of his acquittals."
"Forty-seven? And forty-seven acquittals? How did he do it?"
"He did it with the best justice money buys, that's only the ones he was caught for. I understand it, there was around his time, a rash of men vanishing from their homes. Leaving in the morning with shotgun and fishing pole never to return. You don't think he caught the bus to Toledo with a shotgun across their shoulder do you?" she said, he voice returning to its own particular chipper tone.
"What finally happened?" Mathew asked. Although there was something in the back of the boy's mind that told him he really didn't want to know. There was something in the way that she spoke of the deceased relative's actions that gave him the creeps.
"I don't know. I suppose he eventually fished the area out. The way that I understand it, he would arrange for interviews and stories in the local papers whenever he would re-stock the lake or release some game, but eventually even that bait didn't work."
"Do you remember him?" Mathew asked. They were at the door of the cabin now. It was wide open and the smell of musty rooms left empty too long seeped out into the sunlight at them.
"Just a little. I remember when I was a little girl I would watch him clean his shotgun. He would spend hours cleaning it. Making certain that all of the fine etching around the stock and firing mechanism was just perfect. Then he would aim at some passing servant and pull the trigger. Of course the gun wasn't loaded. I mean servants are never in season, are they, but he would let out a long, loud laugh. He thought that was the greatest thing," Kathy said, venturing into the darkness of the cabin.
There was nothing inside. A bed without a mattress stood against one wall. There were several shelves, empty and crocked, waiting to collapse under their own weight. The windows were so dusty as to block out most of the sun.
"Real nice, huh?" Kathy asked, leading the way around the walls of the cabin.
"Yeah, real cheery," Mathew answered.
"Okay, now, why don't you be a good boy and take off all of your clothes again?" Kathy said.
"Here, I mean, this place gives me the creeps,"
"Well, we can always go back to the house, and play musical beds with my father," Kathy said, her voice nasty and cold.
Mathew was genuinely curious as to how she could go from being a normal human being to being so cold.
Slowly Mathew began to undress. He took off his shirt first and then his shoes. His underwear soon followed and then his socks. Soon, he was standing, once again in front of the girl who held such power over him.
"Okay turn around. I want to look at your ass," she said, her voice biting and seeming to hurt his ears.
Slowly he rotated. She studied his ass carefully. The welts from the beating she had given him had not yet healed. Traces of pink stripes were clearly visible over the tight trim ass.
Kathy reached out and touched one of the faint marks. The fact that it was still there seemed to gratify her. She was a girl who had always wanted to make her mark. She just had never expected it to be across the muscular bottom of a young heir.
"Okay, now, go lay down in that bed," she snapped.
The boy looked forlornly over at the rusted metal bed. Spikes of rusted springs and stray metal strips extended at odd angles across the entire length of the bed.
"But, but," he began.
And then suddenly there was a whistling sound. He knew the sound but it didn't seem to make sense.
The belt struck him right across his ass. Of course, she had taken her belt off quickly, when he was turned around, and had been waiting for the least hesitation on his part. She had indeed been waiting for an excuse to whip him.
"That's the only argument I'm going to give you, now lay your ass across that bed," she snapped again. The belt once again raised to shoulder level.
"Okay, but ..." and then the young man cut himself off.
But it was too late. The belt once again flew through the air and slapped across his ass. He could already feel the hit rising on his bottom.
Slowly the young man walked across the room, the floor creaking beneath his bare feet, and climbed on the bed. He moved on the ancient and no doubt uncomfortable bed gingerly. At the first touch of the cold metal he scraped his knee.
"Lay down on it. All the way," she commanded, and the boy obeyed.
He was as uncomfortable as he had ever been. His back was scraped and rubbed by the rusted thing. His ass, still tingling from the two strokes she had given him. It took some time, but soon the boy was laying down, his back stretched stiffly across the jumble of rusting springs.
"No, no, no, are you dense. I want you laying on your stomach," Kathy said. Each word went like a bullet to his heart.
"Why didn't you tell me ... " but once again the belt came down. This time it hit him on his upper thigh, perilously close to his half-erect cock. The more belt smacks, it seemed, the harder he got.
Once again he began the process of trying to make himself comfortable on the treacherous bed. There was nothing for him to do but do his best.
"Move it! Come on, a little faster if you please!" Kathy said, snapping the belt double as a fairly effective threat.
Soon the boy was stretched out across the rusting thing. His pale skin was in sharp contrast to the reddish brown springs that dug into his flesh.
His face looked like it was in pain. But there was another look there also. He was also enjoying himself. He loved giving up control to her.
Peeking through the bottom of the bed Kathy could now clearly see that the boy had a full fledged erection. It pointed straight down toward the dusty and cracked floor.
"Smaaaaaaackk!" the belt whistled through the air and once again landed on the young boy's firm ass. A new bright welt joined the other two new welts and a score of others that were spread across his ass.
He wiggled slightly on the rusting springs.
"Okay now, Mr. Fitz, now you're going to learn just who's the boss around here," Kathy said to take a long look at the angry welts she had raised on the young man's ass.
The springs on the rusted bed creaked and sent a shower of reddish rusting dust down to the filthy floor. The expression on the young man's face was clearly that of one of pleasure mixed with pain.
"WAAAAAAAAACK!!!" the belt came down again across the young man's firm ass. His entire bottom was a bright red now. Although the girl had only administered a few strong strokes, they were expertly placed. The warming glow of the strokes were spreading up and down his ass and the heat was seeping into his stomach and chest.
Yup, his stomach and chest!
"WAAAAAAACK!!!" the belt came down once again. The warm glow of the belt's lashes was turning into the white heat of pain. Yet the pain seemed to flow and ebb, leaving a trail of soothing warmth.
"WAAAAAAAACKKK!!" the belt hit again. There was now not a place on the young man's ass that had not been struck by the belt. Bright red welts crossed and crissed across his tender ass.
"Please, I don't know, how much more of this I can take," Mathew pleaded. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. And the apparent pain emanating from his ass fell on deaf eyes.
It was also apparent that the young man had never been more aroused in his entire life. His cock was now rock hard, and pointing straight down to the rotted floor. It passed neatly through the crazy network of the aged bed's springs and braces. Here and there the sensitive flesh of his hard cock rubbed on the rusting metal.
"I'll tell you how much you can take. You just better believe that," Kathy said, as she gently drew the soft leather of her designer belt across the palm of her hand. She had never before realized how sensuous and stimulating leather could be. The belt seemed to almost be a living, breathing thing as it took on the sweet sensuality and sexuality, yes, took on the body heat of both Kathy and the young man.
"WAAAAAAAACK!!!" without warning the belt came down again. Mathew's ass was now bright red. A thin layer of sweat had broken out across his back, and his face was drawn and stretched.
"Okay, I think that should just about do it for now," Kathy said, once again feeling the smooth texture of the leather belt slide across her hand. It seemed to her then, that the belt and her hand were one.
The young man looked up with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. And yet, behind the hope, Kathy thought that she detected a little glimmer of disappointment also. It was a disappointment that the whipping was over.
"Come here, come here and lick my boots," the young girl demanded. And as she said it, she took a few steps backward and placed herself at the opposite side of the room.
The young man slowly got off of the bed. He walked slowly and was across the room in no time and at her feet.
"No, no, no, no, no! Not like that. I want you to crawl. Crawl across the room and lick my boots," she said, her voice once again filled with lust.
Mathew walked quickly to the other side of the room. He was like an actor re-hearsing and re-re-hearsing his part. He was determined to do it right.
He got down first on one knee. Then he got down on the other knee. He begun to crawl slowly and awkwardly across the grimy floor. In no time at all his knees were grimy and literally two pads of black soot.
It took him a little longer to reach Kathy by way of his knees than by walking, but he finally did it.
Her boots were of the softest leather. They had been purchased in an exclusive shop in Rome.
With the first taste of her ankle high boots the young man could plainly taste the vegetation of the estate. It was the last faint lingering taste of the shrubbery that they had both passed through to get to the cabin.
Then he could taste the leather. It seemed to draw and melt with his tongue. It had a rich leather taste, and he could plainly feel her busy toes beneath the thin leather boot.
He licked her entire boot. His tongue travelled from the very tip of her toes to the very top of the finely grained leather where the neatly tailored cuffs of her pants hid them.
He could taste the leather in his mouth. It was all he could taste. His mouth was very dry and his tongue numb from licking. But she still insisted he keep on.
Then, suddenly, she moved her foot away. His tongue nearly grazed the filthy floor with the sudden movement. Then the other foot was presented to him. He looked at the foot for a long time. The other boot had traces of his saliva all over it. He thought about how some poor servant would probably have to shine it that night.
Mathew slowly stuck his tongue out once more. He began licking her boot in long slow licks. He didn't bother to bring his tongue back to his mouth. He kept it fully extended and let it travel in careful progress up and down the thin leash. Once again he felt her tongue wiggle and twitch under the leather. He was very sexually aroused and alert and he could feel the slightest movement in the flimsy, though fashionable, footwear.
After a long time she withdrew her foot from under his tongue. She had actually tired of the game fairly early on, but she decided that he should finish the job, if for no other reason than show.
"Okay, now, I have something else for you to lick," Kathy said, and as she spoke she very slowly began to unfasten her buckle that held the trousers up. It was only a simple task made simpler by the fact that the girl had already removed her belt.
The imported boots were loose enough for Kathy to step out of. The pants fell around her ankles and she stepped out of those as well. She was naked under the trousers.
Kathy then stood against the far wall. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the cringing young man in front of her on his knees.
"Lick this, big boy," she said in a voice that came out sounding like a bar-room whore's. Her fingers toyed idly amid the golden hairs of her nice little twat.
Mathew didn't waste any time. He raised on both knees in front of the girl and began licking her pussy. His tongue still tasted of leather and was somewhat numb, but he soon got the hang of it.
He had never licked a pussy from that position before. He was actually licking up at the snatch, and he found that he could do more things with his tongue as he progressed.
Slowly the young man let his tongue snake out and explore the inner contours of the young girl's pussy. He let his tongue probe and prod amid the finely cropped hair, partly gently the small pouting pussy lips to touch the salty pink flesh of her inner cunt. "Yes, that's it. Lick it. Lick it good. Stick your tongue right up my snatch," Kathy encouraged the young man.
Mathew was kneeling directly in front of the girl. His tongue was straining out as far as it could. She meanwhile, was braced against the wall. Her hands were behind her and she brought her hips rotating downward in order to meet his pleasant lapping, head-on as it were.
Then the young man began to move his tongue faster. He began to move more freely about her golden slit. And soon, he was licking and fluttering about her clit. He reached up with both hands and grabbed the young girl around the waist. His hands met at her perfectly shaped ass and held her closer to him.
"Yes, there. THERE!!!" she moaned as his tongue flew around her tiny button clit.
He held her tightly to his mouth. His lips were practically sealed to her wet pussy. Then as she began to grind her pussy into his face, he inserted a finger into her spasming cunt from behind. The finger went deep into her and began to play about as best it could amid her flexing pussy.
"OOOOOOoooooh!!!! YES YES YES!!! DO IT TO ME!! Suck my cunt!!" she moaned, now rolling her hips into her face. Her hands had come away from the wall and now clasped the back of his head to her snatch.
Then she began to come. She came in long, long waves. Her hands held his head firmly to her pussy. Her back was propped firmly against the wall and she ground her cunt into his face.
He could feel her cunt spasm and flex against his finger. Again and again he plunged the finger in and out of her pussy, trying to pleasure her.
The young girl let out a long moan of pleasure, and then Mathew could feel her relax. All of the muscles in her body seemed to go limp, one by one, and the girl slowly slid to the floor, Mathew still firmly wedged between her legs.
They stayed on the filthy floor for a long time. When the girl finally moved it was to disconnect the boy from her pussy. She pushed him away from her pussy roughly.
"Go, sit over there. Go on," she said, pushing him away from her.
Mathew took up a position a few feet from her. They were however still close enough to touch, if they wanted to.
The young man's cock was still at attention. It twitched and throbbed with excitement. There was a look on his face that seemed to be crying, "Now me? Now me?" over and over again.
"Well, what is it now?" she asked, and for an answer the young man looked at his pulsing pecker.
"You don't actually expect me to do anything about it? I mean, I've already had a perfectly satisfying orgasm," she said rather coldly. And thus saying she stuck her foot out and prodded his hard, hot cock with her big toe.
Just the touch of her toe sent a delirium of pleasure through the young man. A look of pleasure spread across his face.
Slowly the girl began to stroke his cock with her foot. Slowly she ran her big toe up and down the underside of his pecker. He could feel the warmth of her soft foot and he was in seventh heaven with its touch.
Her toe traced a lazy design up and down the underside of his cock. Again and again she massaged and caressed his pulsing pecker. Even the slightest touch, as long as it was administered by her was enough for him.
And then he was coming. He shot a large glob of come straight into the air as her toe had begun to orbit around the head of his cock. The milky come shot out a good two feet from his pecker and landed on the floor and the girl's foot.
She did not withdraw her foot at the first touch of his hot sperm. Indeed, she moved her other foot immediately into position and began to jerk the young man off with her feet.
Kathy was the kind of girl who pumiced her feet carefully every night, so they were even more tender than most people's hands.
His cock was slick with come in no time and she grabbed it between her two feet and manipulated it swiftly.
Jet after jet of milky come shot from his thick cock, and then, finally he was finished.
Her feet were slick with his come, but it didn't both her. She continued to toy with his now shrinking member.
The late afternoon sunlight had begun to slant through the dirty window. Both young people knew that it was high-time that they be getting home. They both dressed quickly and in silence.
Mathew's ass began to warm again as he slipped on his pants. He carried the reminder of her beatings with him always. The new welts blended and melded with the old ones. His entire bottom however was very pleasantly warmed indeed.
They walked slowly through the woods. Once again Kathy led the way. And in no time at all the large mansion came into view through a thick tangle of trees.
And there, parked right in front of the ancestral house was Mathew's faithful driver. The two young people parted company at the young man's car. It was as if it had been arranged. Although it hadn't.
For the sake of appearances Mathew kissed Kathy lightly on the lips and then slipped into the back seat of the large limo and sped away.
Kathy watched as the car pulled out of sight and then entered the house. The main entrance way was quiet and the girl walked directly up to her room and a long hot bath.
She had had a busy day, and for once in her life she was completely sated.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next night after her session with Mathew, Kathy's step-mother Carrie approached her. The young girl had been reading a book in her father's library when her step-mother entered the room, blowing smoke behind her like a steam locomotive.
"No, no, no, don't get up dear. I just came down to have a little chat. A mother-daughter chat, so to speak," Carrie said.
There was something in her tone that Kathy definitely did not like. There was a certain hostility lying just below the surface. And then there was the fact that the woman was dressed entirely in black. It made her look downright evil.
"Well, if you insist," Kathy said, trying to re-group her forces.
"Oh, I do insist," Carried said, still moving rapidly she passed Kathy, though not before pushing her unnecessarily back into the large leather chair in which she was sitting.
Kathy closed her book without marking her place.
"Yes, indeed, I have some very important news. News I think you will be very, very interested in," Carrie said, pouring herself a large glass of brandy from the Captain's own private reserve.
"Yes?"
"There has been some awful gossip around the mansion lately. I don't know if you are aware of it or not, but just dreadful stories are circulating about you among the servants," Carrie said, and as if the strain of unburdening herself were too much, she took a large gulp of the brandy.
"Rumors? Among the servants? Why, if servants didn't have to spend at least eight hours a day at their appointed tasks all they would do is create rumors," Kathy said, trying to bluff the matter away.
Her bluff didn't work. In fact the light manner in which she threw off the comment failed to make the slightest dent in her step-mother's expression.
"Yes, and I suppose I do have a moral obligation to tell you that your father is dead. He died oh, about half an hour ago during a particularly strenuous bout of coitus," Carrie said. Her tone implied that she was delivering a report on the weather rather than the news of a dead parent to the only child.
"Daddy? Dead?" Kathy said, trying to will some tears into her eyes. In fact she wasn't that sorry at all. She was already counting the money. If the truth be told, she hadn't spent more than two months in the company of her father since she was an infant.
"Come now, don't try to well any tears up in those pretty eyes. In fact, you're not sorry at all. You're already counting the money. And, if the truth be told, you haven't spent more than a month in the company of your father since you were an infant," Carried said.
"Two months would be a closer guess," Kathy said, her face growing stern. She knew that her step-mother was up to something.
"I suppose you're thinking of reasons why I'm talking to you like this. Well, I'll tell you."
"Please do," Kathy answered not being able to keep the note of sarcasm from dripping into her voice.
"Well, the dear departed Captain's will contains a morals clause for you. And, my dear, I am afraid you have violated that clause. When I interviewed the servants they were very clear, and I might add, explicit, in your, shall we say non-traditional duties," Carrie said.
"So, you want to screw me out of my inheritance. So, that's it. Well, I'll just tell you, I happen to have a little money of my own. Money which you can't touch with all of the moral clauses this side of the Mason-Dixon line," Kathy said. Her voice was rising and she felt mad as hell.
"Yes, I know all about the money held in trust for you. It comes to approximately a quarter of a million. Not much for a young person born into such expensive habits. Though, I do suppose you could invest it wisely. Make the rounds of the usual places and find some man who would be willing to take you on as a wife. But then, you'd be at his mercy for the rest of your life. And judging from, shall we say, your unorthodox appetites, well, that would just not be your style," Carrie said, and blew a large plume of smoke toward the ceiling.
"H-how did you find out?" Kathy asked, her voice now showing a note of panicky concern.
"Well, for starters, the gardener's son and the silver polisher were my own domestics. They are loyal to me. And then there's Mathew," she said, releasing a large cloud of smoke skyward.
"Mathew?" Kathy said.
"Yes, you see he's my cousin. Oh, perhaps not a cousin, but some kind of relative."
"I see, so why are you telling me this? Why not just do what you have obviously intended to do all along?"
"Why my dear, but I am. I have intended all along to make you my love-slave. Oh, of course you'll be cut off from any direct access to the money. But you can be assured I will support you in the style in which you have become accustomed."
"Me, you wanted me all along?" Kathy asked, her voice dripping with doubt.
"Why of course. I always wanted you, since the night I saw you at your coming out party. I was there of course, just another name among the others on what was an impressive guest list. I saw you then, and I knew I just had to have you," Carrie said.
"So, this has been plotted for some time?"
"Oh, a few years. I moved slowly and carefully, and now you are mine."
"And what do you intend to do with me?" Kathy asked.
"Well, first, bitch, I want you out of that chair and on the floor. When you are in my presence you should always be on the floor. Is that clear?"
It took Kathy a moment to re-adjust to the change in the situation. That so much could have changed in so little time seemed extraordinary.
"Well, down, down on your knees right now or you'll be penniless for the rest of your life," Carrie said.
Slowly the young girl slid to the floor. Her knees were well cushioned on the soft rug. Her eyes looked up at the other woman appealingly.
"Now, let's see what kind of cunt lapper you are," Carried said. She had moved from her pose on the desk to the soft leather chair which Kathy had occupied. It was still warm.
Kathy was perhaps a few feet from the chair. She watched intently as her wicked step-mother pulled a large tab on a zipper down the front of her dress to reveal that she was indeed naked beneath the garment.
"Okay, now, you're going to get a taste of what you gave that sweet, mild-mannered boy," Carrie said.
Kathy crawled the few steps to her step mother. The other woman's pussy was in plain sight. The zipper came down not only to her pussy, but circled halfway back around her ass as well.
"Wait, we should do this right. No need to rush into it," Carrie said, and she jumped up and let the dress fall around her. She wore only a pair of dark stockings, garter belt and black high-heeled shoes now.
Kathy began to crawl toward the woman once again. She moved slowly her knees scuffing smoothly on the thick rug.
When she got to the older woman's feet, one of the black shoes lifted in front of her. She took it into her hand and kissed the leather toe. It smelled of leather and of a musky woman scent.
"Lick it. Just like Matty did," Carrie ordered.
Kathy stuck out her tongue and ran it across the pointed toe of the fashionable shoe. It tasted of leather.
She kissed and licked the foot until it was covered with her saliva.
Then she began on the other foot. She gave it the same treatment. She worked slowly and methodically. She could feel the other woman shaking with lust as she worked her tongue up her still shapely leg.
When she reached the top of the stocking, Kathy began to kiss the pale flesh. She planted kiss after kiss across the warm skin, letting her tongue sneak out just a bit and caressing the white, white flesh.
Soon the young girl was between the other woman's thighs. She was kissing higher and higher. She could smell her pussy. She could then feel the curly pussy hairs brush her cheek.
Slowly she turned her head and took a small amount of cunt hairs between her lips and pulled gently.
"Oh, you hot little bitch. Do it. Dot it!" Carried moaned, and lifted her hips slightly off the chair.
Kathy released the small clump of cunt hair and poked her tongue into the other woman's pussy. It had a salty tangy taste.
Carrie didn't wait long. She reached down and grabbed Kathy by the hair. She forced the young girl's head right up against her dripping cunt. Her cunt had been dripping since the first time she saw the young girl.
Kathy tried to work her tongue over the wet twat, but it was hard as Carrie was pushing her face this way and that, rubbing her face into her pussy.
The young girl's tongue fluttered about the wet hole. She caught a piece of pussy lip here, a slice of clit there. She wasn't able to do the job properly with all of the pushing around.
Carrie was now arching her hips as far as she could. She was grinding her large cunt against the young girl's face. Kathy could feel the pussy flexing and spasming around her face.
"Your finger. Use your finger!!" Carried moaned.
Kathy obeyed. She slid one finger, and then another into the pussy. The cunt closed tightly around the two digits as Kathy slowly stroked them in and out.
And then the young girl noticed something. She was wet also. She was secretly enjoying the slave routine from the other end. Her only hope now was that someone would beat her. She could hardly wait for someone to put the strap to her tight little ass.
Faster and faster Kathy pumped her finger in and out of her step-mother. The pussy clenched and grabbed at them. The young girl had fallen into the older women's beat and was now hitting clit at every lick. Again and again she drew moans from the older woman as she flicked the clit first one way and then the other.
"Eat me! Yes, eat me!" Carried moaned as she came. The young girl's face was covered with love juice and her eyes slits that revealed two lust crazed fires beneath.
And then there was something else. Just was Carrie was beginning her orgasm there was the familiar sound of whistling leather and a strap landed solidly across the young girl's ass.
The hard blow across her ass burned, it was her jokester Father.
CHAPTER NINE
The session with her step-mother and father had left the young girl entirely dazed. After her father had laid the first smack of the strap against the tender bottom, he repeated the gesture ten times more. Not only did the young girl entirely welcome the pain, but she had never, but never, been so sexually stimulated before in her entire life.
Naturally she continued to eat her step-mother, even after the belt had finished its work on her tender bottom. Her step-mother came again and again, each time ending in a cry that would surely have been heard by the servants.
After the last stroke of the belt across her velvety bottom, Kathy even then continued to wiggle her rare derriere, asking her father for more. But the old man was in a rutting stage of lust. He had to have immediate release from his powerful urges.
The old man practically threw his daughter aside as he advanced on his new bride. They were all on the floor by then. The three of them rolling and kicking like a group of school kids. The old man walked stealthily to his young wife. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes. Even the numerous orgasms that her step-daughter had given her could not calm the savage desires that Carrie felt. She was as hot as a ten alarm fire in July.
The old man's hot and throbbing poker stood straight out in front of him. Even for his age the old man had a pretty good rod on him. It was a rod that many a eighteen year old would have envied.
Carrie leaned forward and took the hot pole in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down with a sex-crazed frenzy on her face, loving the rod with crazy rock and roll desire. The entire shaft was buried deep in her throat and her tongue ran over the massive tool like fleas on a farmer's dog.
Just as she was beginning to bob her head back and forth on the hardened fleshy shaft, the woman felt a powerful blow to her ass.
Kathy had stood up behind her step-mother and grabbed up the belt that her father had just dropped. Even then, as her own ass was still burning with the recent whipping that her father had inflicted, she had begun to whip her step-mother.
Yes, her step-mother.
"WAAaaaaaack!!!!" the belt whistled through the air and came down with a powerful blow on the older woman's ass. At the first touch of the leather belt Kathy could see the smooth skin of her step-mother's ass begin to turn bright red.
"Waaaaaaaaack!!!" the belt came down again. The stripe it laid across the silky skin was parallel to the first. It seemed to rise from deep within the woman like her own fiery lust.
"Waaaaaaaacccck!!!!" the belt landed again. Carrie's ass was bright red now. The heat rose from her pampered tush in long sensuous waves. She was burning up on both sides now. She had felt the whip before. She had had it administered by her new husband, but she had never been whipped with the fury that this young girl could muster. Again and again the whip whistled its song through the air and came to a cracking rest on her ass. With each blow the ass turned a brighter and brighter red. With each blow she got hotter and hotter and attended to her husband's dong.
With each strap across her rear the wealthy and beautiful wife of one of this country's premier capitalists, went to work on his prick with renewed ardour. Her tongue fluttered and twittered across his turgid tool, each stroke and caress of her talented pink teaser sending moans and cries from the aged industrialist's throat. Again and again Kathy whipped her step-mother, and in doing so she unleashed and dissipated any anger she might have ever felt for her. She tried to time her wacks with the bobbing of her step-mother's head on her father's prick.
Each time her step-mother would take her dad's prick deep into her throat the young girl would let loose with a solid wack across her step-mom's tender buns.
And then her father was shooting his wad. Jet after jet of thick come shot from the old titan of industry's cock. His come hit his new wife at the very back of her throat, causing her to swallow hard again and again.
Kathy had never seen her father having so much fun as she watched him putting the pole to his new wife. It warmed the girl's heart so much that she almost forgot to administer a solid wack with the strap. She immediately made up for lost time by hitting her again and again, causing the older woman to lurch forward and take even more of the old gent's cock down her throat as he shot his wad for the last time.
As the last spurt of thick creamy come spurted from his cock, the old man clutched his chest.
Immediately a look of dismay came over both Kathy and Carrie. The old man gave his new wife one more good thrust of the meat down her gullet and then dropped dead.
Both women froze in their respective positions. They didn't know what to do. What had started out as a joke had ended as a tragedy.
Kathy let the strap drop from her hand. Her step-mother let the now shrinking cock of the dead man fall from her mouth. A thin trickle of come had leaked out of the corner of her mouth and now ran down her chin. The older woman made no attempt to stop the milky stream.
The room was of a deathly silence that Kathy could not remember ever hearing before. The silence seemed to rush in on the two women. None of the servants could be heard moving about and neither of the women drew a breath for at least half a minute.
The look on the Captain's face was one of utter joy. He had passed away while receiving a blow job from his beautiful new wife while his daughter was whipping her. It had been a long standing fantasy of his and just as it was about to culminate he had died. Some people live to achieve goals. The Captain had achieved his final goal and had quietly passed on.
Neither of the women could take their eyes off the dead visage in front of them. They were both smiling, answering the smile of the. dead man. Both of their pussy's were still wet and both of their asses were tingling with the touch of the strap.
"Well, he died," Carrie said after a long time.
"Yes, he's dead. I don't think he's joking now," Kathy said. Once again she returned her stare to the dead man. There was something about his face that forced her to smile. Here was a man that had lead a complete and full life. Here was a man that had reached for all of the gusto.
"We should call the authorities," Carrie said finally. Her legs were still parted. Once again her cunt gave a little twitch. The whipping that she had so recently been receiving had worked its magic and she was once again hotter than a James Brown concert in August.
"Listen dear. I'm sure that the Captain wouldn't mind, if we, ah, finished what we had started," Carrie said after a long time.
Kathy was listening and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did this woman indeed intend to make love, to continue to make love over her dead father's body.
Well, if Kathy did have to tell the truth, her pussy was pretty wet too. She had worked herself up pretty good by whipping Carrie and now, even looking out over the dead man she could feel that faint, so very faint tingle in her clit.
"Well, I really don't think he'd mind," Kathy said, once again turning her attention to his smiling face.
"Mind, why, my child, he'd insist," Carrie said, and then moved closer to the young girl.
"Well, okay, but we really should call the police or rescue squad as soon as we're done," the young girl said, allowing herself to be led by the arm to the large bed that sat on the other side of the great room.
The two women practically ran the last three steps to the bed. They both dove into the thick mattress and came up in a perfect sixty-nine position. They were like some wild kind of precision swimming team, only their specialty was sex. Kathy came up between her step-mom's legs giggling and lapping. She ran her tongue down the entire length of the other woman's slit, drawing from her throat a long moan of desire.
Carrie on the other hand, or pussy, gently probed the young girl's pussy. Her tongue worked like a tiny cock, probing deep into the other's wet cunt again and again. She could feel the pussy contracting and flexing against her gentle invasions of the young girl's secret space, she could feel her tongue triggering the low moans of pleasure that she drew from above her.
Again and again Kathy let her tongue travel the length of Carrie's pussy. She traced the slit with agile speed just penetrating its fragrant depths and teasing. Her step-mom rolled her hips high, crushing her pussy into her face. She tried to keep her distance from the aggressive cunt, but it was no use.
In no time at all the two women had abandoned their stylized cunt-lapping and were going after the goods any way that they could.
Kathy closed her legs around her step-mom's head and the woman answered her need by slipping two fingers up the young girl's pussy. Kathy let out a loud moan and lifted her hips high off of the bed.
Kathy followed the other's lead. She inserted two fingers into the other woman's cunt. She could feel the cunt close tightly around her fingers, trying to draw the two digits into the wet, spasming orifice.
"Eat me, EAT ME!" Kathy moaned into the other woman's cunt, sending waves of pleasure through her as her voice vibrated off the woman's pussy.
The two rolled on the bed for a long time, working their fingers in and out of each other's pussies with deft skill. Again and again they each came, crying into the other's cunt and lifting their hips aggressively off the soft bed.
When it was all over they both lay quietly on the bed. A large wet stain had been created right in the middle of the satin sheets.
They were holding each other in loving arms and Carrie ran her fingers slowly through the young girl's hair. Again and again those long well-kept fingers traced intricate gentle patterns in the other's hair.
"Shouldn't we call someone, about daddy I mean," Kathy said after a long while. She loved the feel of those tender fingers running through her hair.
"Yes, we probably should. They will probably grow questioning if we waited another day or so," Carrie answered.
"Yes, we'll probably run into some questions as it is. This room must smell like the two dollar room of a Mexican whorehouse," Kathy said.
The two women slowly disentangled themselves from each other. Long slender arms came away from loving holds. Long shapely legs spread and then parted, freeing another pair of long shapely legs.
The two women took their time getting dressed. Kathy made several trips back to her room to pick up clothes and then change her mind. Neither woman was quite sure what the appropriate fashion was for calling the rescue squad.
Finally both step-mother and step-daughter were dressed in conservative dresses. The telephone call was made and they worked together in propping the old man up in bed. They wanted to make it seem as if he had died in his sleep. They tried to close his eyes but could only manage to get one closed. And, from the way he was smiling, it looked as if he were actually winking. It was a lewd wink at that.
Both women then went downstairs and awaited the ambulance. They each had several drinks to bolster themselves against the battery of questions that was certain to follow the discovery of one of the country's wealthiest men.
After a few minutes they heard the faint wail of a siren. The wail grew louder and louder. That was the ambulance alright. They could hear the vehicle turn into the entrance of the estate so far away and then grow even louder by the second. Finally the ambulance's wailing siren was right in front of the house and then, suddenly, it died with an anti-climactic and rapid winding down.
Carrie went to open the door. The men, medical technicians and such, were in a great deal of a hurry. They were in far too much of a hurry to meet with the woman's inbred cordiality and rushed right by her, asking directions to the room as they headed up the stairs.
Kathy and Carrie followed in the wake of the men in white. When they got to the room it was an ugly scene. For some reason the medicos refused to believe that the old man was genuinely dead and had started wailing away on his chest. Again and again the burly medic thumped on the old man's chest with two fists.
"Please, please, I'm quite certain that the Captain is deceased. Let the poor man rest in peace," Carrie said, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't worry lady, just let us do our job," one of the small medics who hovered around the perimeter of the tight circle snapped back at her.
After about ten or fifteen minutes of beating on the dead man's chest the emergency medical guys got tired and pronounced the captain dead.
A hush fell over the room. All of the medical boys turned toward the two woman and faced them with downcast eyes.
The Captain winked back and then The Captain was loaded into a collapsible gurney and jammed into the back of the ambulance. Then, like a third ring act from a second rate circus, all of the white clad attendants loaded themselves into the ambulance and sped off with the siren going.
Carrie had promised the head attendant that she would be down to the hospital in the morning to fill out the paperwork that was needed and to make the proper arrangements.
Both women looked at each other as the sirened ambulance sped away and then slowly walked back up the stairs to their rooms.
That night Kathy didn't sleep so well. She was very worried indeed. After her initial lust had worn off she began worrying about her step-mother. She had the strange feeling that the woman might just make good on her promise to cut her out of the will if she didn't obey. The thought preyed on the young girl's mind. She could think of practically nothing else. If the possibility of Carrie cutting Kathy out of the will had been a real one, then Kathy was certain that her wicked step-mom would not hesitate to invoke her power.
To have Kathy cut out of the will would mean many more millions for Carrie. It would mean a fortune beyond most people's wildest dreams. A fortune that had taken several hundred years of stealing, manipulation, threats, bullying and cunning to amass. And now it would all be Carrie's, to do with as she pleased.
Kathy knew that there was a copy of her father's will in his library. She knew that the document was surely amongst the papers that he had locked in his safe, and Kathy knew the combination to that safe.
Just before dawn the young girl rose from her bed. The gray/blue dawn summer light had not yet begun to filter through her windows and she tripped several times as she made her way to the oak paneled library. She had to know just where she stood in regards to her father's fortune. If indeed she was cut out of the will, or if there was a clause that invalidated her claim to her inheritance, then she would know it. And thus knowing, she would be able to call a lawyer and have him contest the will.
The young girl's fingers trembled as she worked the smooth turning tumbler of the wall safe in the ancient library. She could feel the click through her finger tips, just like a real burglary, and she had a small lamp pointing to the small cylinder illuminating the precisely etched numbers.
After much fussing and cussing the door to the safe finally opened. It opened with a heavy, solid weight of security and revealed a great yawning black hole in the wall.
Kathy moved the lap further up, focusing it directly into the black mouth of the open safe.
Inside the safe were piles of official looking documents. Many of the papers were yellowed with age. A small strong box lay far in the back and an ancient handgun of military design lay towards the front.
Kathy began hunting through the pit took Kathy almost an hours before she finished sorting through all of the papers that related to the estate and the family. There were papers that went back a hundred years and the young girl, frankly, didn't even know what a will looked like.
Kathy finally ran into a good piece of luck when she found an envelope towards the back of the safe that was labeled, "will," and tore into it.
There could be little doubt about the fact that it was her father's will. It had been updated to include his new wife, and the signature and lawyer's signature as witness were only a few weeks old.
At first all of the legal jargon of the document baffled the young girl. It was like swimming across an ocean, she seemed to read and read and never seemed to make progress.
Finally Kathy came to the part about her. It was true, there was a clause similar to the one that her step-mom had mentioned. The ruse was too original not to have been real, and just reading the document sent a icy chill up and down her spine. Kathy would have a great deal of trouble adjusting to poverty.
Just as she had finished reading the will the girl had a footstep. And then she heard another, and another. Someone was coming.
Quickly she threw all of the papers back into the safe and snapped off the light. She only hoped that she had done it in time. The footsteps came closer and closer.
They passed. It must have been a servant raiding the fridge for a late night snack.
Kathy crept back up to bed and fell fast asleep. She didn't sleep well thought. She knew that the provision for morality applied only to her. She knew that her wicked step mother had her just where she wanted her. There seemed to be no escape from the clutches of the evil woman.
Again and again Kathy turned the problem over in her mind. Again and again she came up empty handed.
The next morning Kathy went out to the funeral home to make arrangements for her father. Her mother had gone to see the lawyer in town and they had very cordially agreed to meet back at the house by mid-afternoon.
Everything went smoothly for the young girl. She made all of the arrangements and then had the car drive her home. She was pleased to note that the mortician had wiped the smile and the wink off her father's face.
When she arrived home she was almost glad to see that her step-mother had finished before her.
Carrie was in the garden drinking tea. The summer sky was a deep shade of blue and the grass was a grassy shade of green.
"Well, I suppose you looked in the safe already," her mother said, lifting the cup to her lips.
"Yes, I saw the will," Kathy answered.
"Then you see, that although I did mention it in the form of a joke last night, that it was, not, er, shall we say entirely contrived," Carrie answered.
"Yes, I saw. My only question is what you plan to do with me now?" Kathy responded. She knew that she was helpless. She knew that indeed her step-mother had the deck stacked against her. She knew that it was probably her step-mother who had talked her father into putting that clause in his will in the first place.
In fact, Kathy suspected that Carrie had deliberately had the Captain go over his limit the previous night in order to hurry her control of the Cumwot estate. It would be, Kathy noted with bitter speculation the first time that the Cumwot estate would be controlled by someone who was not a direct heir. And, with this being the case, well, there was no telling what direction the fortunes of the proud family would take.
"My plans? My plans are quite simple. I intend to keep living the good life. And as for you, well, you'll finish school naturally and then you will return here to become my faithful companion, loving and adoring step-daughter and timid, if not entirely obeying love-slave," Carrie said, picking up a cigarette and blowing a large nimbus cloud of smoke toward the blue-blue sky.
"Then you weren't kidding last night, were you?" Kathy asked, her voice breaking at the prospect of spending a life of submission in return for her continued wealth.
"My dear, I never, ever, kid," the reply came, and another cloud of smoke rose skyward.
The two women sat looking at each other for a long time. Their eyes met in a sparking, clashing display of feminine hatred.
"Well, then, I guess I have no choice," Kathy said after a long, long time.
"None whatsoever," Carrie answered.
Kathy was silent. She was stunned at the sudden reversal of her fate. It was just a few short weeks ago that she was in control.
"Now, my dear, please, come over here and service me. It has been such a hard day, and a good cunt licking will calm my nerves so," Carrie said, lifting the sleek summer dress she wore to reveal a pair of shapely legs and a closely cropped bush of pussy hair.
"Here, in the garden?" Kathy asked, shocked at the idea, but at the same time, just a tiny bit excited also.
"Why of course here, and you better get to it fast. I have to warn you I am as cranky as a sick cat today," Carrie said, and reached to take another sip of her tea.
The young girl fell to her knees. The new summer-somber dress she wore was instantly stained as she crawled across the lawn to her objective.
As the young girl's lips touched the silky pubic hairs the older woman looked up and over at the rolling green hills of the estate, with their gentle slopes that led the green manicured grass into the tall majestic trees that bordered the property.
"Cumwot, may you always be my love slave," Carrie said, and then let a small moan escape her lips. Yes, the young girl did have such a talented tongue for one so young.
CHAPTER TEN
The two of them led an idyllic existence for months and months. Naturally, Kathy didn't return to school for fall semester. Her education had gone far enough as well as the two women were concerned. They had decided to explore the realms of love and passion. They threw themselves into the roles with a vigor not seen often.
The estate slowly began to change. The changes began the day that the old man's will was read. For tax purposes, Carrie did allow Dee Dee to retain some of her inheritance, but made certain that the girl understood the money could be snatched from her control at the slightest whim. Indeed, a notarized packet of incriminating evidence had been securely locked into a safety deposit box of the local bank. The packet included everything that Carrie needed in order to prove her step-daughter was not of an upstanding puritan character. In the safety deposit box were sworn depositions by Mathew, the gardener, the man, and even some photos of Kathy's more recent activities.
For months and months, Carrie kept a tight leash on her step-daughter. She threatened her continually with the prospect of being thrown out of the estate and actually having to work for a living. Two concepts which sent shivers up and down the young debutante's pretty spine.
And then something miraculous happened. No longer were the threats necessary. The young girl obeyed better than a trained poodle dog. She did everything but roll over and play dead on command.
And then the help around the estate began to change. Little by little the loyal and trusting servants who had toiled so selflessly under the Captain for years and years were dismissed. Some of the servants were the descendants of two or three generations of Cumwot servants, though even their special status meant nothing in the final decision.
The old servants were replaced with new, and rather unusual domestics. These new servants were broad-shouldered fellows and comely wenches, imported from all over the world. Uniforms for the men often included nothing more than a light coat of clear oil and female domestics could be seen sporting huge flesh colored dildoes as they went about their daily chores.
One day Carrie was walking for sport in the garden when Kathy posed an unusual question to her.
Carrie was lying on her back. She was completely nude except for a pair of wrap-around sunglasses. In front of her, was a huge burly male. He too was also in the buff though her was working up quite a sweat as he whipped a young french thing into submission for his mistress.
Again and again the large muscled brute brought a leather cat-o-nine tails down across the sweet little french thing's behind. The petite maid let out darling little squeals of delight and wiggled her bottom in the most enticing way as the cat-o-nine tails fell across her bottom again and again. She actually seemed to be liking her work.
Kathy approached from the large french windows that faced out on the garden. She knew that her step-mother was taking her afternoon entertainment in the garden and although she knew that the woman hated to be disturbed, she did feel a strong need to inquire about her future.
Kathy was dressed in her usual uniform of a black highly polished harness and studded dog collar. Her mother had ordered these items from the most expensive boutique in Paris at an indecent cost.
Again and again the whip fell across the young thing's ass. Again and again she wiggled and tittered as the strong looking servants administered her punishment. As far as Carrie was concerned, it was all good clean fun, and just a little treat to lead into the nightly festivities.
Kathy took her place next to her step-mother. She sat on the soft grass by the other woman's lounge chair. Immediately Carrie reached out and placed a queenly hand on her step-daughter, without taking her eyes off the spectacle in front of her.
Kathy watched as intently as her step-mother. The young girl's bottom was already bright red and would appear quite uncomfortable. However, Kathy knew that these new servants were not only selected on the basis of their liking their duties, but they were also paid extremely well. The young girl who now so casually suffered in front of the two women was probably getting no less than a hundred dollars a strike against her bottom.
Finally Carrie raised her hand. The whipping ended and the two players looked at their employer, awaiting further instructions.
"Very, nice, very nice indeed," Carrie said, lowering her hand and letting a thing smile creep across her face.
The two unusual domestics smiled back.
"Now, I would like to see, uh, I would like to see the young man service the young woman. With tongue," Carrie said.
The two hopped to their new duties, the young girl lying back on her back and spreading her legs wide for the male to fit between.
In the mean time, while the two servants were performing their duties, Carrie gave the young girl a nudge. She now wanted Kathy to go down on her. This was evident by the way that Carrie spread her legs wide exposing a good deal of split beaver to all present.
Kathy crawled around the front of the lounge. Then, very slowly she crawled up between her step-mom's legs. The cushion on the lounge was soft and long enough so that the girl could spread herself out comfortably.
Inch by inch Kathy began to lick her step-mother's legs. She let her tongue work its way slowly up the long shapely gams of the older woman. She began just above the ankle and then slowly began working her way up, tasting the salty and fragrant skin of the older woman.
When Kathy reached the knees of her step-mother the older woman ever so slightly parted her legs. Inch by inch the young girl progressed, servicing Carrie as best she could. Not one square inch of skin escaped the talented tongue of the young girl.
When Kathy was just about at mid-thigh, Carrie reached down and began to run her fingers through the girl's hair. Kathy's hair had remained silky and smooth and Carrie loved running her long, slender fingers through it.
Then she was at the older woman's pussy. Kathy let her tongue poke out and trace the line of the older woman's cunt from just next to the puckered pink asshole to right up to the sensitive pink nub of her clit.
Again and again Kathy let her tongue trail across the woman's cunt. Each time her tongue touched and teased at her step-mother's clit the older woman raised her hips slightly, encouraging her step-daughter to go on.
But Kathy would not be rushed. She knew that she would spend a good deal of time lapping at this particular pussy, and each time it had better be good, because there was a large load of dynamite in a iron box locked in a bank in the city. A load of high explosives that could go off at any minute and leave her penniless.
Soon Kathy was probing her tongue deep into Carrie's cunt. Deeper and deeper the soft little active tongue plunged into the older woman's cunt. The young girl used her tongue like a tiny cock, and the older woman responded just as if she were being fucked, and fucked good. With each plunge of the cute, little catlike tongue, Carrie Cumwot rolled her hips, raising them and trying to grind them into her step-daughter's face. Each lap and tease of the tongue brought her closer and closer to achieving the orgasm that was even then building inside of her.
Then Kathy withdrew her tongue from her step-mother's cunt. In place of her tongue she inserted two slender fingers, which she began to work in and out of the wet flexing cunt with increasing speed.
Then, she began using her tongue again. This time she let her tongue wonder over the pink little hard nob of the other woman's clit. With each touch of the sensitive clit now, Carrie moaned and groaned, her moans mixing with the slightly higher-and more musical tones of the French maid who was receiving similar treatment from the burly servant.
"Yes, yes, lick it, lick it, you little cunt lapper," Carrie moaned although it was not quite apparent if she was addressing the girl who serviced her own pussy, or the burly servant.
"Oh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!!!" Carrie roared as her hips rose high off the soft cushion of the lounge.
And then, almost like an echo, except that it was in French, the young girl who was having her pussy lapped, began shouting in kind.
"OOOOOOOOOOoohhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" they both moaned together as two cunts spasmed and flexed in the delirious madness of orgasm. Each tongue increased its speed bringing both parties to the inevitable and most enjoyable conclusion.
