Chapter 11

Delia and Vivian lay side by side on the bed with their knees propped up and their thighs parted. Angela was crouched down there below them busily kissing and licking their cunts. Delia had decided she may as well give up and enjoy the pleasures of the moment. She'd gone this far, she might just as well go the whole route. She could worry about her shame and guilt feelings later. The damage had been done, so what more harm could come from it? She could think of none. Oh, to hell with it, she brooded as her flesh tingled pleasantly from the tongue lavishing her pussy. So it was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But good also. Vivian was so right. You get your kicks when and wherever you can. Delia decided she was beginning to see the light. All you had to do was forget your conscience and let yourself fly. Sex was all, sensuality was everything. And if you had to use and abuse others in the process, why not? It's a selfish world. If you want your share you must take it, there was no other way.

This was pure luxury, she reflected, just lying here and having her pussy eaten, enjoying a sort of deliciously mild and continuing stimulation of her flesh. Callous, perhaps, but definitely nice. There was such a sweet irony to it all. She and Vivian chatted fight conversation while Angela's eager-beaver mouth feasted hungrily at their pussies. She acted as though she must get all she could while she could.

Vivian turned her head and smiled at Delia. "Are you enjoying yourself, precious?"

"Yes, definitely," Delia answered. "I never thought I could, but I can, and I'm learning fast."

"I can see that." The redhead giggled. "I knew all the time, though, that you had the makings of a real hot swinger."

"Live and learn," Delia smiled.

"I used to do this all the time at home. Never a dull moment. Between Paul and Angela I had all the excitement I could handle."

"I don't doubt that for a moment." Delia nodded. "It's a wonder they didn't fight over you. Or did you keep them in the dark about each other? I somehow doubt that you did."

"And you're so right, precious. I made doubly sure they knew. I loved to keep each of them jealous and hating one another, vying for my delectable charms. It created so much more exhilaration that way. Ye-gads, the fun I had playing them against each other! It was wild, darling, and I do mean wild!" Vivian cackled at the memory.

"And, of course, for a change of fare there was always your dear sweet daddy."

"Wow, look who's being sarcastic! I'm surprised at you, darling. You're trying for a dirty dig. I'm disappointed."

"Sorry, Viv. That slipped out. I shouldn't have said it."

Vivian shrugged. "Don't worry, you can't make me feel put down. I know how I am and I don't make excuses. Sure, I screwed Daddy. I fucked him every chance I got. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

"Forget it, Viv. I told you I was sorry."

"Now you've made me angry, Delia. And when I get mad I have to take it out on somebody."

"And just how do you intend to do it?"

"Easy, silly. I'll show you how. Angela! Get your nose out of Delia's cunt and bring me the whip. I'm going to whip your stupid ass black and blue."

Delia felt stunned. "Angela? Why her! She's not to blame for what I said-" She sat up, her eyes puzzled. She stared at Vivian and Vivian stared back. Angela had lifted her head from between Delia's thighs and was watching them in terror, her dark eyes wide, her lower, hp quivering.

"Angela, did you hear me!" Vivian yelled. "Get the whip! Now!"

Real tears rolled from the maid's eyes. "But-I don't deserve it! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"The hell you didn't!" Vivian screamed.

"What did she dor Delia interceded. "Why does she deserve punishment? Tell me, Viv! I'd like to know!"

"You haven't noticed?" Vivian demanded.

"Noticed what?"

"She's been wallowing in your cunt more than mine, that's what-the ungrateful bitch!"

Delia's hand flew to her throat. It dawned on her that this was true-Angela had paid more attention to her than to her angry mistress. Delia opened her mouth to speak. "But-but I-we-" She didn't know what to say.

Vivian gave a mirthless laugh. She swung off the bed and stormed into the bath, slammed the door loudly behind her. The maid winced at the sound. "Oh nooo . . . Oh no . . . " She looked at Delia, her expression beseeching. "Don't let her whip me . . . please . . . she forgets herself . . . she whips too hard!"

Delia swallowed in utter disbelief. "But what can I do?"

The girl trembled, began crying. "I don't know . . . I don't know . . . " She began wringing her hands in desperation. "If she wears the leather boots I'm in real trouble.

She's twice as vicious when she puts on the boots. Oh God, I'm afraid.

"I'll do what I can to stop her," Delia said. "I'll try, I promise. But I can't swear I'll succeed."

"Oh, please, try hard!" the girl wailed. "If you save me I'll be yours forever! I could love you more than I ever loved her! I'll do anything you ask! I'll be yours!"

Delia gasped. "Don't talk like that, Angela! I don't want you to be mine! I'm not like Viv! You-you don't understand! I'm nothing like her!"

T know you're not!" Angela cried. "You're ten times lovelier, ten times more desirable! Oh, darling, I want to be yours . . . I want to crawl at your feet and make you happy. I want to love you and love you and love-"

"Shut up, damn you, Angela!" Delia swore, unable to cope with the insane situation. "Can't you understand! I don't want you or anybody else at my feet! I-I-"

At that moment the bathroom door opened and Vivian strode toward them. Delia couldn't believe it. The red hair had been combed down long, clear to the naked white shoulders. She had on the boots just as Angela had feared. They were high-heeled, shiny black, and reached halfway between her knees and hips. They made her appear taller, tightened the flesh of her asscheeks as she moved. Delia gasped. Vivian's otherwise naked body, so perfectly shaped and creamy, exuded an aura of sensuality that rendered Delia breathless.

In her right hand she carried the evil-looking whip. It also was shiny black leather, thick at the handle and tapering down to its rattail end. Sight of it made Delia cringe. She imagined the slightest lash would sting the flesh horribly.

Delia fought to control her emotions "Vivian, don't be a fool!" she shouted. "I won't have you whipping Angela! It's so uncalled for! So absurd! Don't you dare touch her!"

"You stay out of this, Delia!" Vivian's tone was tight, hard, determined. She advanced on the dark-haired girl cowering at the foot of the bed.

"Please don't, Ma'am! Please don't.. . "

"Get off the bed and pull up your skirt!"

"No . . . no . . . I can't stand it when you whip me! Oh, Ma'am! I beg you! I don't want to be punished! It hurts so bad!"

"Leave the poor girl alone, Viv! I won't have this nonsense! It's crazy, it's so childish! We're grown people here! We're not kids playing games!"

Vivian, her eyes angrily narrowed, ignored Delia. She hovered over the maid. "Move, damn you! If you don't obey me this instant you're going to get it twice as badl I mean it, stupid! You'd better behave! And fast!"

Angela was shaking, looked too terrified to budge. Delia felt pity for her. The maid opened her mouth but was too overwrought to speak.

Vivian grabbed her by the hair and practically jerked her bodily off the bed. Hanging onto the girl's hair, she pulled her stumbling and bent over behind her to an overstuffed chair, Angela was sobbing hysterically.

Vivian callously flung the girl across an arm of the chair, commanded her to stay there. Delia was surprised that Angela did as she had been told, though she still sobbed. Vivian grimly yanked up the hem of the maid's uniform, caught her fingers in the band of her panties and skinned them off her white buttocks and legs in one quick motion, flinging the garment away. She quickly stepped back, lifted the whip and lashed a stinging blow across the twin white globes of Angela's ass. It made a whacking sound and the tender flesh leaped. Angela screamed. A red streak appeared instantly where the leather had struck. Shocked, Delia felt rooted to the bed, unable to think. She stared dazedly as Vivian began laying blow after vicious blow on the maid's cringing buttocks. Angela shrieked and pleaded for mercy, but the louder she screeched the harder Vivian thrashed. Whack! Whack, whack, whack! Delia winced every time the horrible leather found its mark and made a red welt on the tortured globes. The redhead's teeth were bared in a grimace.

Gathering her senses, Delia leaped off the bed. She grabbed Vivian's arm just as it was about to swing another flesh-biting blow. "Don't! That's enough! Stop it, stop it, stop it!"

Vivian tried to jerk away but Delia held onto her arm. The redhead's eyes showed a wildness Delia had never seen before-they shone with bright lights of cruelty. She looked turned on, in a new state of ecstasy. Delia was amazed. She feared for her roommate's sanity.

Vivian jerked away, arched the whip impulsively. Delia heard the leather whistle in the air as it swung at her. She threw out her hands defensively and closed her eyes. She felt a burning sensation around her flanks, followed immediately by excruciating pain. She froze in her tracks. Then her lips parted and she screamed her agony. Vivian laughed excitedly. She lashed Delia again before she could catch her breath.

"So you want some of the same medicine, do you!" Vivian yelled. "All right, I'll give it to you! I'll teach you to interfere!" She drew back the whip for another lash.

Delia snapped out of her trance as a surge of anger gripped her. She'd be damned if she'd take this! Who did that red-headed bitch think she was, anyhow!

When Vivian swung the whip, Delia caught it in her hand. With an effort born of desperation, she yanked it from the redhead's grasp. Vivian looked surprised. Delia's anger knew no bounds, mixed with the pain she still felt from the redhead's whipping. Delia took the whip by the handle and, without pausing to think, laid the lash hard as she could swing across Vivian's pear-shaped tits.

Vivian stumbled backward, obviously in a state of shock. She screamed and clamped both hands to her bosom. She looked as though she couldn't believe what had happened.

"You-you whipped me!" she cried. "How dare you!"

Delia wanted to lash her again but caught herself before she swung. T ought to beat you within an inch of your life!" she shouted. "It's what you deserve!"

Vivian couldn't seem to reply. She merely stared at Delia with unbelieving eyes. Delia glanced around at Angela, who was still lying over the arm of the chair. She was rubbing her ass and squeezing the cheeks with her fingers. "Get out of here while you've got the chance," Delia told her. "I won't let Vivian stop you. Hurry!"

But the maid didn't move. She looked frightened and confused. Her dark eyes flitted from Delia to Vivian and back to Delia again. Delia couldn't understand it. She didn't know why on earth Angela didn't grab up her things and run.

"Didn't you hear me!" Delia shouted. "Leave while you can!"

The girl still made no effort to budge from her position on the chair arm. Instead, a sickly smile of doubt and frustration slowly formed on her face. Delia was mystified. She had thought the girl would jump at the Opportunity to escape, but now there was cause to wonder. "What's the matter with you, Angela! Damn! I don't get this! I don't understand this at all!"

Vivian's sudden laugh was mirthless. "How can you be so blind, Delia? Can't you see how it really is? Angela doesn't want to leave, she isn't about to leave. I swear, Delia, you can sure be stupid when you Want to! You're ridiculous, you really are!"

Delia's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about?"

"Angela wants to be whipped, that's what I'm trying to tell you. She craves punishment! If you weren't so dumb about sex you'd see it yourself."

Delia stared. "Wants punishment? You can't mean it-you've got to be lying!"

"Oh? Think so?" Vivian smiled nastily. "Then why doesn't she take your suggestion and get out, answer me that!"

"I-I don't know-this is all so crazy!"

"Well, for your information, darling, the world is full of masochistic people, some more so than others. Ask any shrink. The bad ones are caught in a trap. They fear punishment but crave it at the same time, can't live without it They can't get their jollies unless they're suffering. That makes them slaves to anyone smart enough to recognize their weakness. Angela's like that. It's what keeps her from running out. Wake up, for God's sake, Delia! Can't you see it? Look at her! She needs the whip! She has to have it!"

Angela still wore the sickly smile. Her face was flushed but her eyes were bright. Her lips quivered. Her tongue dampened her lips constantly. Her fingers stroked her red-streaked ass.

Delia shook her head to clear her brain. Then she saw it-saw the truth. Vivian was right! The maid wanted punishment, wanted the pain, craved the cruel sting of the vicious whip.

"Whip her yourself if you don't believe me!" Vivian challenged. "See for yourself. Go ahead! Stop being such a fool!'

Delia swallowed. Then, abruptly, an unreasoning anger hit her, gripped her nerves and emotions-anger at herself, anger at Vivian, anger at the silly girl lying across the chair waiting to be whipped. It became a rage inside her that demanded action.

"Damn you!" Delia screamed. "Damn you both to hell!" She rushed at the girl on the chair. She drew back the whip and fury was behind the power as she lashed the maid's buttocks.

Angela screamed. Vivian laughed. Delia, in her blind rage, swung the whip in wild abandonment. She swung it as though with some primal vengeance. The louder the girl screamed the harder Delia lashed. And somewhere amidst the yells and laughter and smacking noises of leather on flesh, Delia caught the ungodly thrill of it' Her nerves sang, her heart raced with a new ecstasy, her brain vibrated in a pink mist of bliss.

She lashed harder, bringing louder screams from Angela and hysterical gigglings from Vivian. Delia laughed herself, and felt turned on as never before. Each whack of the leather on bare flesh sent waves of heightened excitement through her.

"Give it to her!" Vivian yelled happily. "Whip her, whip her, whip her to pieces! That's it! Go to it, Delia! Turn her skin to ribbons!"

Angela scrambled off the chair arm to the floor, crawled to Delia on hands and knees. She whimpered piteously amidst her sobs. She cowed at Delia's feet, ran her hands up Delia's legs and pressed her face in Delia's cunt. Delia stared down at the girl kissing her pussy, moaning in her bush, licking her. It brought Delia back to reality. She froze. What was she doing! What awful thing had come over her! This couldn't be her! Oh, how could she, how could she be such an animal of perversity!

As though the whip had suddenly become a serpent in her hand, she dropped it, and with self-revulsion shoved the slavering mouth from her cunt. "Get away from me! Get away!"

Delia ran from the room, sobbing in a fit of hysteria.

Vivian's laughter followed her, a cackle of utmost cruelty.