Chapter 15
"Well," said Vivian's voice from somewhere in the room, "this has been quite a performance."
"Viv! Thank God, you're here! Help me! Get this beast off me! Oh Viv-thank God!" Delia sobbed in merciful relief.
"But darling-you look like you're enjoying yourself."
"No! It's torture! It's so horrible! Viv, stop him! Please make him stop!" Delia broke into fresh hysteria.
"Of course, precious. I'll put an end to the horny bastard."
There was a sudden smacking sound of leather on flesh and Delia felt Paul leap. Quickly it happened again. Smack! Paul yelled in anguish and flung himself off her. "What the hell, Viv! Why d you do that?"
"You damned rapist!" Vivian's tone dripped scorn. "Get dressed and out of here! Now!"
"But you told me I could-you even gave me a key-"
Delia twisted her head to look. She blinked through tears and saw Vivian. The redhead was naked except for the thigh-high shiny black boots. Stunned, Delia realized Vivian had been there for no telling how long, a silent witness to Paul's vicious attack on her helpless body. Delia wondered what was going on. Why was all this happening to her? Why, why, why? Why had Vivian slipped into the apartment, donned the boots and secretly watched her being so brutally raped? It was incredible. Delia could not fathom it at all.
"Out!" Vivian yelled at Paul and lashed him again.
"All right! All right!" Paul scrambled off the bed, grabbed up his trousers and began stepping into them, nearly losing his balance in his hurry. "Crazy bitch! Who can ever figure a spoiled bird-brained nymph like you!" A few moments later he stormed out of the apartment, swearing under his breath and slamming the front door after him.
"Has he gone?" Delia asked plaintively. "Is he really gone?"
'Yes, precious. You don't have to worry about that big creep anymore."
"Oh, he was so horrible!" Delia whimpered. "He was such a cruel, cruel brute. I'm so glad you're here, Viv! I couldn't have endured that horny beast another minute! I was going out of my mind! Untie me, darling. I hurt all over."
"All in due time, precious. I'm not quite satisfied that you've crossed over the line. I have to make certain."
"Line? What line! What in God's name are you talking about!"
"The submission line, precious. The love-of-pain-and-suffering line, what else?" Vivian's laugh sounded evil. "I've wanted to own you body and soul since the first day we met. I want you at my feet begging for tidbits, just like Angela and Paul. You've been a personal challenge from the very beginning. And now all I have to do is add the final touch. My whip and I will enslave you. You'll come to me on your knees."
Delia forgot to breathe. Then she shuddered and began to see the light. "You-you planned all this, didn't you? You sent Paul to rape me. You wanted me to suffer so horribly at his giant-size cock I'd turn against men forever, leaving only you."
"Exactly, precious." The redhead giggled. "Now you know the truth. How many times have I told you I needed a maid? And a sex slave maid at that? Somebody to wait on me hand and foot and keep me in sexual luxury.
Well, you're it, Delia dear. You're elected. How do you like your new role?"
"I don't! Untie me, Viv! Let me up from here! I mean it!"
"Not till I convince you permanently, you stubborn bitch! I'll teach you once and for all time!" She drew back the whip and swung. Delia screamed as the leather burned a path of fire across her helpless asscheeks. Vivian braced herself beside the bed and whipped her unmercifully. Delia knew she couldn't take any more punishment, knew she was forced to submit.
"Oh, don't whip me, Viv! You win! I love you, I adore you! I'll do anything you say, I'll be anything you demand!"
"Hah, I thought so! All right, I'll release you. But don't forget. If you fail to please me I'll punish you severely, do you understand? I'll make your life a living hell."
"I worship you, Viv. I want to be your slave forever! I want to make you happy."
"You'd better, if you know what's good for you," Vivian threatened. She untied Delia's wrists and ankles. Delia could hardly contain her emotions. She came up off the bed in a blind fury of hate and anger. Vivian stumbled back at sight of Delia's sudden transformation.
Delia snatched the whip from Vivian's hand with strength born of vicious devils of vengeance broiling inside her. She swung it as hard as she could. The sound of it contacting Vivian's surprised body as music to her ears. So was the scream that rose from the redhead's throat. "No, Delia! No!"
Vivian turned and ran. Delia followed, whipping the terrified girl for all she was worth. Vivian tripped over her own high-heeled boots in her frantic efforts to escape Delia's relentless blows. Delia whipped her to her feet and chased her all through the apartment, venting her rage and frustration on the redhead's pink-streaked body. Finally Vivian fell into a sobbing submission at Delia's feet. On her knees she pressed her face to Delia's groin, cried and licked her pussy.
Delia looked down at her. Slowly Delia smiled. A bitter-sweet glow of delicious evil pervaded her flesh. She loved it. It was a thrill that grew with every lick of the redhead's seeking, eager tongue. Delia threw back her blonde head and laughed. Vivian had fallen victim to her own vice. Her days of being spoiled rotten were finished. She'd met a more dominating force at last, and Delia suddenly knew exactly how she was going to handle the now cringing, whimpering bitch. She didn't have to think twice about it. The irony held too much justice to deny.
Thirty minutes later, bathed, perfumed and lounging nude on the sofa, Delia sighed happily while Vivian pedicured her feet. She stretched her arms luxuriously and studied the sad-faced girl as she worked. "You look better in the maid's uniform than Angela did." She smiled.
"Thank you," Vivian murmured without looking up from the dainty feet in her lap.
"Thank me what!" Delia snapped meanly. "Is that how Angela addressed you!"
The redhead started. "Oh! Ma'am! I forgot! Thank you, Ma'am!"
"That's better. Ouch! Damn you, can't you be more careful! You hurt my toe! What's the matter with you, stupid? You want me to punish you again? Whip you? I will. I'm itching to!"
"No . . . please . . . " Vivian trembled. "I'm sorry." She lifted the injured foot and kissed it reverently. Delia smiled smugly to herself. She could take this kind of attentiveness forever. She'd never realized life could be so sweet
She felt Vivian's lips moving along her leg. It made her pussy twitch and pucker. Then the redhead glanced up and asked, "May I? Oh please, may I?"
"You sound just like Angela."
"Yes, but please, may I?"
"May you what?"
"Ma'am! Make love to you!"
Delia giggled. "Why not? What's a personal maid for if not to keep me happy? Let's see how nicely you can do it."
She slid her legs over Vivian's shoulders and grasped two handfuls of the red hair, jerked the eager mouth to her pussy. "Eat me!" She laughed. "I love it! Eat me forever!"
"Yes! Yes!" Vivian's tongue ran deep.
"Ummm." Delia sighed voluptuously, beginning to thrill. "Tomorrow I want Paul back. You arrange it. I can fuck him even if you can't. It's murder but I can learn to like it. He made me forget Brad, that's for sure."
"Yes, Ma'am, anything you say." Vivian settled on her clit and started sucking it madly. Delia squealed her excitement.
Glowing in every inch of her blonde body, she hunched and bucked in joyous glee. "Get it, damn you! Get it, get it! Eat me up! Eat me alive!"
Her new maid did a magnificent job.