Chapter 12
Delia spent the ensuing days looking for a place to move to. She feared that if she didn't escape the perverse redhead's influence soon she'd become enslaved herself, just like that pitiful maid Angela. And nothing could be as horrible as that!
At work she used the telephone every chance she got to check newspaper ads under "Apartments For Rent." Every lead she chased down, though, proved too expensive. She kept trying. It was all she knew to do. Maybe a miracle would happen.
Meantime her boss, Horace Hayden, had been pestering the life out of her to go out with him again. He'd been a totally changed man since that one night they'd been together in his car and she'd seduced him into falling at her feet. Where he'd been cold toward her before, he was steaming after her now. At first she had found it amusing to hear his pleas and arguments. He sounded so desperatel "My God, Delia! You don't know how I want you! I can't get you off my mind a second of the day or night! I'm going crazy-you've got to give me a break!"
"I'll think about it." She would smile and put him off. "I'm busy now, though. I can't get these contracts typed up with you hanging over my shoulder. Well talk about it later."
"Let me see you tonight! Darling, please!"
"Sorry. I have another date."
The fun of making him miserable had worn thin by now, however, and lost its flavor. She wished he'd leave her alone, she had more important things on her mind. Like getting away from Vivian. In this respect she was becoming desperate herself. She could see herself sliding deeper and deeper into fearful quagmires of perverted lust being around the amoral redhead. She didn't want to be like Vivian. She didn't want to exist for sex and depravity as Vivian did. It wasn't right, nor normal. It was no life for any girl to live.
Delia frowned in her thoughts. Already Vivian had aroused sinful forces in her nature she'd never dreamed existed, and Delia dreaded their further cultivation. It startled her to remember the jaded thrill she'd experienced when she'd whipped the maid with that cruel leather lash. But it was true, she definitely had thrilled to it. And to other perversities also. Like making it with Vivian, another female, and discovering how all-consuming the pleasure could be. It was frightening, Delia thought. She had to stop it somehow. She had to escape the noose Vivian was relentlessly tightening around her throat
She made more telephone calls, but none of the ads proved fruitful. She began to wonder if she weren't wasting her time.
After work she went home. Vivian hadn't arrived. Delia undressed and bathed, hoping to ease some of the tension she'd felt all day. She slipped on a pink terry cloth robe and was fastening the belt when the telephone rang. It was Vivian calling to let her know she'd be late coming home.
"Going to a party, precious," Vivian told her. "I'll probably be out all night"
"Have fun," Delia said.
"I always do. Will you miss me?" There was a chuckle.
"Yes, I'm sure I will, Viv."
"Please miss me, Delia. Miss me terribly. Be jealous."
"I'll do my best," Delia murmured and hung up. She sighed, went in the kitchenette and fixed herself a highball. She brought the drink into the sitting room and flopped on the sofa. She lay moodily sipping the highball and thinking her thoughts. She couldn't get Vivian off her mind.
Party? What kind of party? she wondered. And where and with whom? Probably some kind of all-night orgy with a group of her swinging friends! What else could it be? What other kind of fun-fest would Vivian enjoy? Yes, it had to be something like that It'd be stupid to think otherwise.
Delia frowned. Miss her, Vivian had teased. Be jealous. The nerve of that redheaded slut!
Delia finished her drink in two angry gulps. "Damn that tempting bitch!" she swore aloud to herself. "Jealous? Yes! Damn right I'm jealous! Why not be honest and admit it!"
She jumped up and commenced pacing the floor. She wrung her hands mentally, wondering what in God's name she was going to do. She paused in the middle of the room and gave a dry, ironic laugh. All she was doing was fooling herself! Those newspaper ads she'd been chasing down . . . how stupid! There'd been several of them she could have afforded. But she hadn't let herself believe it. Face up, Delia! she told herself. You really haven't wanted to find an apartment! You've only been deceiving yourself! You don't want to move, leave Vivian. In your subconscious you've known it all the time!
Shaken to the roots by this sudden self-confession, she hurried into Vivian's room. She found the big straw handbag the maid had brought. She dumped the contents on the bed . . . the black leather boots, the rat-tailed leather whip, all sorts of erotic odds and ends. And the dildo! A huge, white, gleaming artificial cock that made her gasp in awe.
Gingerly she picked up the dildo, studied it. It was made of firm material, slightly pliable, and it felt like real flesh. She ran her fingers over every inch of the erotic instrument. She shivered. Her forehead turned damp with perspiration. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers played with the flared head of the cock. She swallowed nervously. She'd heard of dildos before but she'd never seen one until now. It was startling how lifelike it felt. Her heart quickened. A sly, secretive feeling ran through her.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself. "Nobody will ever know."
In giddy anticipation Delia lay back on the bed, a tight smile on her face. The terry cloth folds fell from her legs. She held the dildo above her, looking at it She issued a sinister chuckle. "All right, Mr. Prick-let's see what you can do for a lonely, miserable girl.. . "
She brought the dildo to her pussy, slid it back and forth along the crease of her cunt, separating the lips of her mound. She felt sinfully delicious in the secret corners of her mind. It was the same feeling she had experienced as a child the first time she had played with herself with her finger, so ecstatically forbidden and thrilling. So wrong . . . so exciting!
She teased her pussylips until her juices began to flow, lubricating the dildo. Her breathing quickened. She began trying to insert it. She clenched her teeth. Her eyes grew bright. She made small movements with her ass trying to get it in. It feels good! she thought. It feels marvelous! But hurts a little too . . .
Carefully she applied pressure. She got the head almost in but there was pain. She quickly pulled it out, slid it up and down the wet crease for more lubrication, then started it in again. An eagerness to get it inside gripped her. The smile had deserted her face, her features had turned frantic. She experienced breathless excitement, nerve-tingling suspense.
It felt so good she could hardly contain herself. She wanted to plunge the fascinating cock to the hilt in her cunt, force it in. Gasping anticipation, she had to repeat the lubricating process several times, sluicing it hectically between her swollen wet pussylips, her hips hunching their eagerness.
Finally it went in. She froze momentarily and her eyes widened. She held the dildo with both hands. Perspiration broke out on her. She eased the cock as far as she could inside her. She felt stretched and filled. She paused a moment while her vagina muscles revolted then accepted the intrusion.
With both hands holding the base of the dildo firmly, she elevated her ass, worked it up and down, worked her now juicy cunt up and down the slick shaft, rubbing it across her hardened clit. Brain-reeling sensations hit her. God! Oh God!
In a fit of gaspy pleasure she commenced fucking herself in earnest. The dildo was slick now, oiled by her body fluids. It moved easily up and down. Her asscheeks clenched and trembled as she fucked long strokes. She gasped and sighed and felt erotically trapped in a delicious outrage of her own doing. She bared her teeth in an animalistic grimace of lust. "God!" she squealed. "Who needs a man when you have this!"'
It got better and better. Every inch of her flesh sang with electrified pleasure. Her breath hissed in and out of her lungs, her breasts swelled, her nipples felt hard and bursting.
She squealed and fucked the dildo like a torrid bitch in heat, her ass hunching and bouncing in reckless abandonment. She gurgled and whined and grunted and made gaspy shrieks. The sensations climbed to unbearable peaks. She ground her teeth against the nerve-searing ecstasy, shrieked a high note of wanton lust, and convulsed into the cum of the century.
She lay quietly for a long moment while her breathing subsided and her heart slowed its pounding. Her hands still held the dildo in her emit. Her vagina made impetuous contractions about it Her lips smiled cunning contentment.
"Whew," she sighed finally. "Live and learn. I never had a better fuck in my life!" She laughed.
Presently she took the dildo in the bathroom, washed and dried it She put it along with the other gadgets back in the straw bag. She didn't want Vivian to suspect what she'd done.
She removed the robe and took a fresh shower. The experience with the artificial cock had left her flushed and damp with perspiration. But smugly satisfied with herself. She decided she needed another drink. She fixed one and returned to the sofa in the sitting room.
She started when she heard the key turning in the lock. And she was even more surprised when the door opened and the giant of a man called Paul walked in. Delia jumped to her feet flushed and frightened as her memory flashed back to that night she and Vivian had used him while he was helplessly bound hand and foot.
"What are you doing here!" she demanded, her hand at her throat in awe. "How did you get a key?"
Paul grinned, white teeth flashing in contrast to his dark-skinned features. "Vivian gave it to me, sugar. This afternoon."
"But-why? Why did she want you to have a key?"
The huge man blinked, his eyes still smiling. His glance went up and down her body. Unconsciously she tightened the terry cloth robe about her.
"She said you might not want to let me in, so she handed me the key just in case."
"Let you in? Let you in for what? I don't understand!"
"To fuck, sugar. What else?"
Delia's mouth fell open. "To what!"
"Fuck," the giant said easily. "Vivian said you told her you'd like to fuck me but were afraid to, afraid my cock is too big. She also said you'd be here alone this evening and it'd be a good time to drop by and find out for sure. So here I am, sugar. Ready, willing and hot to trot. Let's not waste time, huh? Let's hop straight in bed and see if we can make it."
"No! You've got to be insane to think I want this! Vivian lied! I don't know why she's doing this to me, but none of what she told you is true! Now get out of here! I'm afraid of you-terrified! I don't want you anywhere around here! And I certainly don't want to-to-fuck you! I'd rather be fucked by a gorilla!"
"How do you know until you've tried me?" He grinned and held out his big, upturned palms. "The few women I've been able to get my cock in all said I sent 'em to heaven. Maybe I can do the same for you."
"No! Go fuck Vivian! I don't care to be sent to heaven or anywhere else by you! Now get out! Get away from me!"
"Oh, you don't mean that, sugar. You're just playing hard to get. Vivian told me all about you, how you ached to fuck a big-pricked man like me. So stop acting. I'm going to give you a fuck. I'm going to make you happy." He came closer and she cringed away.
'You're crazy, you're out of your mind! Oh! I can't imagine why Vivian is doing this to me! I thought she was my friend! I can't believe this! It's so impossible!"
"She is your friend, sugar. Can't you see it? She's fixing it up for you-she has arranged for you to get exactly what you want, the fuck of your life! And here you are, pretending not to appreciate her efforts. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Delia. You really should."
"Are you going to leave or not?" Delia shouted, a note of terror in her voice.
"Sure. Right after we fuck." He reached for her. She stumbled backward. Her legs hit the sofa and she fell on it. Her knees flew up through tie folds of the terry cloth robe and then her white flashing legs. Paul stared hotly and licked his thick lips.
"You're more tempting than Vivian ever was," he said seriously. "I've been wanting you ever since the night you and Vivian had your fun with me. My blood's been boiling. You, sugar, have got to be the most desirable piece of pussy in the universe. And I've got to have me some, that's all there is to it. I've got to have it!"
He bent over her, his eyes leering hot. Delia felt panic. Memory of the monstrous cock and balls he possessed rendered her horrified.
On impulse she tried to scramble over the back of the sofa, anything to get away from him. He grabbed the robe and jerked her back, held her down and sat beside her. The robe was hanging about her by the belt alone, the rest of her body nude from her attempt to escape. Staring at her white flesh, he flushed through his dark-faced skin. "God, you're beautiful! Most gorgeous chick alive!" He buried his face in the vicinity of her cunt and moaned low in his throat.
"No!" she screamed. "No! Don't!" She drew up her knees so he couldn't get to her cunt and she pushed at his head with all the strength she could muster. "Stop it, Paul! Stop it!"
He paused and straightened. "Hell with this," he swore. "A bed is what we need. If I've got a wildcat on my hands I want a bed under me. I want to fuck, fuck, fuck with all the comforts of home. Come on!"
He grabbed her up and carried her struggling to her room.