Free ALICE: SLAVE’S FINAL REVENGE by Aphrodite Hunt

 
    ALICE: SLAVE’S FINAL REVENGE
     
    1
     
    My father will burn for what he did to me.
    So he prefers my brother, Max, and his cow-eyed wife, Gina Wesley, to me? Me, his once favored daughter?
    I stare at the text from my lawyer back in the States.
    It says:
     
    “ Your father was here in the office yesterday with the boss. He changed his will.”
     
    A funny flutter turns my stomach. The lawyer in question who sent me that text is one of junior partners in my family’s law firm. I let him fuck me in the ass. Occasionally. Apparently, the poor sop’s wife doesn’t like to take it up the ass, but the guy’s perennial fantasies involve the tighter passage. Everything about it, in fact. He likes to rim it. He likes to put his finger inside it. He likes to put his cock deep inside it and fuck it. And he likes to cum inside it, imagining his semen deep inside my ass.
    In return, he plies me with nuggets about what my father does and does not do.
    If my father changes his will, it can’t be a good thing. There’s Max, me and the twins. And mother too, of course. Those billions are supposed to be split between us.
    But now, there’s another threat. It comes in the form of a What’s App photo sent to me by someone on my father’s household staff. A blonde maid, whom I have licked and sucked and fucked with a strap-on dildo.
    I stare at the photo. It is of Gina Wesley by the beach. She is wearing a bikini and there’s a very obvious bump on her belly.
    So she’s pregnant now.
    Is that why my Dad changed his will? To include his unborn grandchild?
    To cut me out of it completely?
    A bitter taste bolts into my mouth. So that’s what I am to my Dad now. Nothing but a disappointment. A failed experiment. All those billions . . . going to everyone else in the family. Except me.
    I still have my trust fund. There’s hundreds of millions in there. Untouched until I reach certain points in my life. A certain age.
    Thirty .
    A certain milestone.
    My first child .
    The only thing is – who wants to have children? Who wants to bend her body out of shape?
    There will be nothing more satisfying than to take my father’s billions away from him. When he’s still alive. Before I reach any of those stupid milestones.
    And to do that, I have to wrest away his company.
    It’s not about the money. We all have plenty of money.
    Far from it.
    It’s about making him pay.
    Daddy darling, you’re about to find out how much a chip off the old block I am.

2
     
    I have a plan.
    You see, my father’s company is listed on the stock exchange, but the shares are primarily controlled by a few people. I am off to see one of those people now with the help of Lord Gabriel’s money.
    “ Call it a loan,” he says as he gives me a farewell fuck. “You can always pay me back when you take over your father’s company.”
    I genuinely like Gabriel. I like being fucked by him. He has a great way of angling his cock so that the crown of it knocks my G-spot in a most pleasing manner, and all this while I am tied up and gagged with leather bonds.
    But now I am about to embark on a different mission. I am on a plane from London to Scotland. I have never been to Scotland.
    I land at the Glasgow International airport. My hired limo is outside, waiting to meet me. I get in with the familiar trepidation rising in me again.
    “ Where to, luv?” says the driver.
    “ To Glenwaverly Manor,” I say.
    “ Visiting family?”
    “ A friend of my father’s.”
    Who is not exactly ecstatic to see me. But that’s just a matter of interpretation. I’ll get him excited soon enough.
     
    *
     
    The manor is two hours out in the country. And it is beautiful country. There are trees and meadows and flowers and quaint houses converted to ‘Bed and Breakfast’ places. I feel happy despite everything.
    As we go deeper and deeper into the countryside, I can see rabbits and deer, bounding about. I am reminded of the farm and of being a milk cow. Good times,