Punished By Her Daddy
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Okay, but ... " 

"No, buts, ifs or ands ... " Kathy said, "now strip." 

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. 


 THE END
