The Maid Cleans Up -- by lightswitch © May 2008 [F/F, M/F, reluctant, seduction, bondage, white female, white male, black female, interracial, dildo, creampie, rape (F forcibly takes M), enslavement, fetish (clothing), dungeon, D/s, D/D] =========== Synopsis: A domestic worker gets fed up with her employers’ inappropriate advances and gains insight into the nature of Power. =========== “I want to file a sexual harassment suit,” Mercedes demanded, tugging at the too-short skirt of her uniform, which barely covered her full, almost-bare backside. The lawyer, an elderly, white-haired white man, smiled sympathetically. “Tell me about your situation,” he invited, gesturing towards a large, overstuffed leather chair that probably cost more than Mercedes made in a year, as a domestic worker. The black woman sat, gratefully, keenly aware that, with her thong panties and short maid’s skirt, she was essentially sitting bare-assed on the expensive leather seat. “The people who employ me are a couple of fucking perverts!” she complained, scowling in anger. “They force me to dress in this 70s-porn-star version of a maid’s outfit, right down to dictating what underwear I can wear – if you can even *call* such a little scrap of fabric ‘underwear!’” The lawyer forced a semi-sympathetic look. “Well, the uniform is a bit … suggestive,” he conceded, “but that hardly constitutes grounds for legal action.” Mercedes shook her head, emphatically. “But that’s not all they do!” she protested. “They’re always making crude, suggestive remarks about threesomes or ‘letting me explore my submissive side.’ And they are always touching me … brushing up against me … even groping me!” The black woman shuddered with pent-up anger and indignation. “Actually, *she* is the problem!” Mercedes glowered. “Mrs. Peterson seems to get bored dominating her husband day after day, so she tries to take liberties with me! She claims to be bisexual, but I swear she’s basically just a sex-crazed middle-aged lesbian.” “All day long,” Mercedes fumed, “she walks around … either buck naked or in bizarre fetish costumes! Believe me … I’ve seen enough rubber and vinyl to last me a lifetime!” The old man swallowed uncomfortably. “Yes, well …!” he harrumphed. “Let me ask … have they ever actually forced themselves upon you?” The maid paused. “Well,” she haltingly admitted, “No, not really *forced*. I mean, they never actually tried to rape me, if that’s what you’re asking, but …” The old man nodded. “I see,” he said. “And has Mr. Peterson ever … penetrated … you?” Mercedes scowled. “No,” she snapped, in angry frustration. “Like I said, *he* isn’t really the problem. *He* is a docile puppet who does whatever his wife tells him. *Mrs. Peterson* is the problem! *She* is the one who does the touching and who makes all of the crude suggestions!” The lawyer pursed his lips, thoughtfully. “So no one has actually forced sex on you, right?” he asked. The black woman angrily rose up in the chair. “What do you mean?” she demanded. “You saying I have to get *raped* before the law considers it sexual harassment?!?” The lawyer shook his head, trying to placate. “The Petersons come from well-established stock ‘round these parts,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “Is it possible that their actions might have been totally innocent and they just … *appeared* … to be inappropriate?” Mercedes looked at him in shock, her anger and indignation surging. “WHAT?!?” she shouted, feeling the leather peel away from her ass as she jumped from the chair. “APPEAR inappropriate? Are you trying to make ME out to be the pervert, here?!?” The attractive black woman paced the room like a caged panther. “Did you know she have a fucking dungeon in their house?!?” Mercedes demanded. “A *dungeon*! She tricked out part of their basement for a sick little S&M playroom that she likes to call ‘The Den.’ Worse, she has ME fucking clean it, between sessions! She has no shame!” Mercedes was so angry, she could barely see straight. “And you imply that *I* may be the one who has a perverted view of things?!?” she shouted, now only inches from the back-pedaling lawyer and closing rapidly. The older man gave a practiced smile. “No, no,” he lied. “I’m just saying that this would be an awfully hard case to prove against such a … powerful … family.” The pretty black woman slumped back down in the big chair. “He’s not going to help me,” she realized, swallowing a hard, bitter lump of despair. “Just because Jason Peterson had his daddy’s inheritance to squander and that gold-digging psycho-sadistic redheaded bitch Jessica had manipulated him into marriage … that meant they held all the cards. And she held none.” The old lawyer gently laid his hand on her arm. “Have you ever considered just quitting?” he asked. “Finding another job?” Mercedes could feel hot tears of frustration welling up, which she angrily blinked back. “Another job?” she snapped. “Where am I supposed to go, old man? You show me where all the jobs are, around here! After all these years of politicians in office who claim to be ‘Business Friendly’ … only to find out that that only referred to their cronies in ‘BIG Business’ …” She stood, wiping her eyes. Nobody cared about people who had to actually work for a living. “There *aren’t* any jobs around here!” she yelled. “Why do you think I’ve been working as a fucking maid, when I have a Bachelor’s degree in Economics?!?” She angrily wiped at her nose. “Besides, why should *I* have to change? *She’s* the one who’s doing wrong!” The old man tried to lay a comforting arm around her shoulders, but the angry black woman shrugged it off. “Forget it!” she barked. “Forget I even came here! You made it real clear, what the situation is: They have money, I have nothing. Therefore, she can grab my ass or paw my tits whenever she wants. And neither you nor anyone else in this god-damned town will do anything about it!” The angry maid wheeled and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her. * * * * * * Mercedes tried to dust the bookshelf with one hand while tugging the short skirt down over her ass with the other. “I can’t believe that asshole,” she thought, bitterly recounting her time in the lawyer’s office, earlier. “And I can’t believe I have to put up with *this* shit, just to get a paycheck.” She dusted angrily, pausing periodically to right knick-knacks she’d knocked over. “It isn’t fair,” she thought. “Why do *I* have to put up with this?!?” For what must have been the millionth time, she thought of the “Lady” of the house: Jessica Peterson. “Stupid skank,” Mercedes spat. “Jessica is a worthless white whore who couldn’t even get a maid’s job, if left to her own abilities. The only reason she isn’t in my position or slinging hash in a diner is because she married that rich asshole Jason and can wrap the horny submissive fucker around her little finger.” Her bitter diatribe was broken by a sultry, feminine voice coming from the intercom on the wall. “Oh, Maid!” the voice sang, in a mocking, lilting tone, “We seem to have been a tad rambunctious and have a bit of a spill down here in The Den. Be a dear and come down to clean it up.” Mercedes cursed loudly. Jessica Peterson were always looking for excuses to get Mercedes down in their dungeon, where the white dominatrix bitch would ‘playfully’ grope and paw the black maid, all the while making crude come-ons. “I hope it’s just wine and not … body fluids, again,” Mercedes sighed. “Paycheck or no paycheck, I can’t take too much more of this. Something has to change!” * * * * * * Mercedes approached the big wooden double doors of The Den. Fashioned to resemble the entrance to a medieval castle, the doors were made of rough-hewn oak, reinforced with thick iron bands and studs. The doors led to what had once been a spacious basement, beneath the manor. The irate maid put her shoulder to the door and forced it open. The rusty hinges let out the predictable groan one would expect. Mercedes had been here many times before, always to clean up some mess that Jessica seemed to have “accidentally” made. The young maid was careful where she stepped, as she entered. Sex toys and other “adult” implements littered the floor and covered several small tables, amid the furniture and larger constructs. Over the past several months, Mercedes found that the initial shock of seeing all of the Petersons’ kinky paraphernalia had now been replaced with mild disgust. Inside the dimly-lit cavernous room, she saw Jason Peterson standing near an oversized canopy bed. A decent-looking guy, by most accounts, today (as was the case most days) his head was covered in a leather “gimp hood,” with eyeholes and a zippered mouth slot, which was open. His toned bare chest was crossed by thick, black leather straps, which bound his arms to his sides, and he wore heavy leather boots. His slim butt was squeezed into a pair of too-tight leather shorts. Naturally, his pale, semi-erect penis hung out from the unsnapped crotch opening. “I can’t believe this asshole is rich,” Mercedes muttered. Jessica, as usual, was in full costume: Today, the 32-year-old white woman had crammed herself into a too-small, shiny, black PVC dominatrix outfit that tightly encased her entire body, except for her head, cleavage, and crotch. She *was* very attractive, for a woman in her 30s, Mercedes grudgingly admitted to herself. The black woman was completely straight, but could acknowledge female beauty when she saw it. “If only she weren’t such a sadistic, slutty bitch,” Mercedes grimaced to herself, averting her eyes from the thick thatch of wild red fur sprouting from the cut-away portion of her outfit, high between the white woman’s thighs. Ugh! That is *way* more red hair than I *ever* wanted to see, in this lifetime!” the young maid thought, shuddering in revulsion. Neither of the Petersons exhibited any embarrassment, nor had Mercedes expected any. This was just “more of the same,” as far as the disgusted maid was concerned. The vinyl-clad redhead gestured to a large wooden construct, composed of two thick beams fashioned into a large X. It stood about 7 feet high and 5 feet wide, set in a pivoting stand that allowed the plane of the X to swivel between a vertical or horizontal orientation. Thick fleece-lined cuffs hung from short chains near the end of each beam. “Right over here, Maid,” Jessica purred, her saccharin smile dripping with smug contempt. “Seems we had a bit of an accident as I was trying to strap Jay-Jay, here, onto The Cross.” Mercedes looked down at the base of “The Cross” and saw a large bottle of baby oil, on its side. About half its contents had spilled to form a large puddle on the concrete floor. “Oil,” the black woman snarled. “Baby oil! Son of a …!” That would *not* be easy to clean. But at least it wasn’t urine or semen. Sighing, the black woman set down her bucket and dropped onto her hands and knees. This was going to be a tedious job, even without Mrs. Peterson’s harassment. Jessica Peterson casually circled the young black woman scrubbing the floor, ogling the maid’s curvaceous, barely-covered body as she worked. The white woman ran an appreciative finger along Mercedes upturned, mostly bare ass. The black woman indignantly slapped the fondling fingers away. “Aww!” the sultry redhead sulked. “Is that any way to behave to the people who provide you with a living?” She strolled to stand in front of the black woman, spreading her PVC-clad legs wide with a lewd smile. “You’d think you’d want to express a little … gratitude.” Jessica husked, fondling her exposed pussy so the maid could see. Mercedes ignored the fragrant, furry red snatch inches from her head and kept her eye on the oil spill, mechanically using paper towels to sop up what she could before she broke out the soap and water. “This is SO unfair,” the young black woman raged to herself. “TELL me this isn’t harassment! Asshole lawyer …! I can’t believe I am stuck in this hellhole!” Jessica spread her labia and thrust her pelvis forward, grinning. “Come on, baby,” the white woman urged. “You know you want it! You know I turn you on. Why don’t you stand up and I’ll strap you onto The Cross for the ride of your life!” Mercedes ignored the Lady of the household and kept mopping at the spill. “It’s so unfair!” the young maid thought, tossing another oil-soaked paper towel into the trash bag she had brought with her. “Why am *I* down here, on my knees, enduring all of this while that stupid slut Jessica is standing up there, flaunting her nasty red-haired cunt and never having to lift a finger to do any actual work? Why is she free to harass me and make my life hell? She isn’t half the woman I am!” From the corner of her eye, she saw Jessica gesture imperiously to her husband. Jason meekly walked over to stand near his wife, his thick, pale cock bobbing near Mercedes head. “I am so much better than either of them!” Jessica wailed to herself, mindlessly mopping. “Why is it THEY are in a position of power over ME?!?” “Money,” Jessica whispered. Mercedes looked up in confusion. “What?” she mumbled, trying to come to terms with an enemy who answered unspoken questions. Had Jessica just read her mind? The young maid trembled in confusion … and a little fear. “I said ‘If you suck his cock, I’ll give you money,” the PVC-clad redhead urged. “Go on! Do it! Take his cock in your mouth.” The young black woman gave a weak grin and shook her head to decline. Jessica hadn’t read her mind at all; it had only been a coincidental juxtaposition. Or … had it? Mercedes paused in the act of dropping another oil-soaked paper towel in the trash bag. It may have been a coincidence, but … had Jessica unwittingly provided the answer to the young maid’s question. Was the answer … money? Mercedes lovely, dark eyes widened. It was! That *was* the reason! Money! *That* was the reason this sadistic white lesbian had power over her! *That* was the reason Jessica took the liberties she did! *That* was the reason Jessica indulged her sexual fetishes in such an outlandish fashion! That was the reason no one would stand against them. “And that’s the reason I put up with it,” Mercedes whispered. “Because they have the money and I don’t.” Jason’s pale member was stiffening in silent tribute to Mercedes attractive body, as the black maid worked on her hands and knees in front of her employers. “Go on,” Jessica murmured, drooling slightly as her eyes glazed with lust. “Do it! Suck him off! Or let me strap you onto The Cross and we’ll see if I can make you scream!” Mercedes wasn’t really listening. She was still soaking in the implications of her recent realization. “If she didn’t have money,” Mercedes thought, “Jessica would hold no power over me. Even better: If *I* had money, *I* would have power … over her.” Mercedes looked up at Jessica. The attractive redhead was squatting down near the black woman’s head, her pale face flushed with arousal. “Let me put you on The Cross!” the white woman urged, in a strained, husky voice. “Let me strap you in, nice and tight! I promise I won’t do anything too extreme.” Jessica paused and gave her maid a nasty lewd look, plucking an 18-inch purple silicon-gel dildo from a nearby stand, cluttered with sex toys. “Unless you want me to!” the white dominatrix chuckled evilly. Although Jessica stood only 5’3”, she seemed to tower over Mercedes, who remained, trembling slightly, on her knees. The horny redhead’s large, creamy white breasts threatened to burst over the top of her tightly-laced black vinyl corset. Take away the money … the trappings of power … the mind-game costumes … and what did you have left? A short, attractive redhead with big tits and a bad personality. Mercedes looked at Jessica, as if for the first time. “She’s nobody!” Mercedes realized. “A self-indulgent nobody, whose only ‘power’ comes through the money she married into! I’m bigger than her. I’m stronger than her. I’m smarter than her. The only reason she terrorizes me is because … I let her!”” She glanced at Jason Peterson, standing placidly in his stupid leather gear. “And *he* is a nobody, too,” Mercedes realized, as if for the first time. “He never does a damned thing on his own. He never stands up to Jessica, no matter what she does to him. Hell, I think he likes the abuse! All that money, and what has he ever done with it? Nothing! He doesn’t know how to wield money, or even enjoy it. He just falls under the sway of whatever dominant personality takes control of his submissive sexual appetites.” The pretty black woman dropped the roll of paper towels she had been holding, struck by a sudden, powerful insight. The ‘mighty’ Jason Peterson was just a weak, stupid man whom Jessica has led by the cock, in order to control his money! The young black woman’s head was spinning. The Petersons weren’t inherently powerful … they weren’t inherently strong … The money was their only real strength … their crutch. And although the money was in Jason’s name, the white man was weak, submissive, and easily manipulated. Jessica was the dominant, strong one of the two, and her only real ‘strength’ was in her control over Jason. “But, whoever controls Jason controls the money,” Mercedes whispered, eyes wide as she sat up. “And whoever controls the money has the power!” Her eyes narrowed as she turned to regard the Lady of the house. “If I can wrest that control from Jessica, *I’ll* be the one with the power!” she thought, feeling an almost sexual thrill course through her. Fantasies of paying Jessica back for months of indignities almost overwhelmed the trembling maid and a slow, sadistic smile spread across her lovely face. The beautiful redhead misinterpreted the black woman’s smiling change in demeanor. “Yes!!!” Jessica laughed, gleefully, eyes sparkling with unsated lust. “You’re going to do it! You’re going to try The Cross, aren’t you!? You’re going to try The Cross!” Mercedes stood, wheeling to confront Jessica. “You want me to try The Cross?” she demanded, grabbing the surprised white woman by her vinyl-clad arms. “You want me to try the fucking Cross!?!” Mercedes spun Jessica and slammed the surprised redhead against the big wooden contraption, stunning the dominatrix. The young black woman immediately rammed her own body against Jessica’s, pinning the vinyl-clad woman against the intersection of the wooden beams. Jessica gave a loud “Oof!” and Mercedes knew she’d knocked the air out of the slutty bitch. The young maid turned her head to regard Jason, who was standing dumbly, shifting from foot to foot, obviously not knowing what to do. “Stay the fuck BACK!” Mercedes commanded. “In fact, SIT! Sit down right there until I tell you that you can move!” The submissive white man did as he was told, dropping immediately to sit on the concrete floor. The young black woman quickly slapped the heavy leather cuffs around the dazed redhead’s wrists, buckling them tightly. “Ugh!” Jessica gasped, shaking her head to regain her senses. “What … what are you doing?!?” Mercedes secured the cuffs around the white woman’s ankles. Standing again, the pretty black woman began cranking the small metal wheels, located near the top of each beam. The chains attached to each wrist cuff shortened, pulling the dazed white woman’s arms higher along each beam until her spiked boots slowly lifted from the floor. The vengeful maid continued to crank the wheels until Jessica’s body had been stretched taut, each limb pulled hard towards one end of a beam. Her large, pale breasts bulged out obscenely as her already tight outfit was stretched even further. “OWW!” the redhead gasped in pain. “Please! Too tight! Hurts …!” Mercedes mockingly caressed Jessica’s taut, vinyl-covered legs, now cruelly spread on The Cross. “Tough,” she sneered, stroking the trembling white woman’s face tenderly … before giving the bound redhead a sharp slap in the face. “That’s what you get for fucking with me all this time, you perverted bitch!” Jessica’s head rocked back. She glared at her impertinent young maid. The young black woman stepped back, surveying her handiwork with a smile. “Damn it, Mercedes!” she shouted. “You untie me this *instant*, you little slut, or I’ll fire your ass so fast your head will spin!” The young black woman gave a mean laugh. “Oh, so now it’s ‘Mercedes,’ is it, Mrs. Peterson?” the pretty black woman laughed. “What happened to ‘Maid’?” “Besides, I thought this is what you wanted, Mrs. Peterson?” Mercedes said, in mock confusion. “Weren’t you urging me to try The Cross? Well, now I’ve tried it. On you.” The bound white woman glowered. “You know damned well this isn’t what I meant!” she yelled. “You know I want *you* on The Cross! You know I want *you* to lick *my* pussy and be *my* slave!” Mercedes eyes narrowed. “Lick your pussy?” the young maid fumed. “Be your slave? Why you arrogant, sex-obsessed lez!” The young black woman found herself overcome with the desire to break this haughty white bitch who had tormented her for so long. Mercedes’ face eased into a smile. What was stopping her? “*I* have the power now,” Mercedes thought, grinning broadly. “You wanted me to make you cum?” the young black woman asked, innocently, stepping closer. “You wanted me to play with your pussy?” The strung-up redhead nodded, angry, but cautiously eager. “Yes,” Jessica snarled. “That’s exactly what I wanted.” Mercedes shrugged out of her too-small maid’s uniform, letting it drop around her ankles. The air of The Den was cool on her dark skin, making her thick, dark nipples stiffen noticeably. “Is this how you wanted to see me, Mrs. Peterson?” she purred, striking a suggestive pose. The bound woman’s eyes went wide and her face flushed with desire. Mercedes could see the lust burning in the strung-up redhead’s pretty green eyes. “Yes,” Jessica croaked, barely audible. The beautiful black woman smiled and crooked a thumb under the band of her thong panties. “Is this even better?” she murmured, pulling the panties down her long, dark legs. Jessica moaned with want. “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes!” Mercedes slowly stroked her fingertips across the creamy expanse of Jessica’s exposed cleavage. The white woman trembled in her bonds. “You like that, don’t you?” the young maid smiled. “You like being my pet!” The bound dominatrix stiffened. “No!” Jessica panted. “No, *you* have to submit to *me*!” Mercedes peeled the tight top down from Jessica’s bountiful breasts, allowing them to flop free. “I like the idea of *you* submitting to *me*,” Mercedes cooed, slowly circling one large pink nipple with her tongue. Jessica trembled violently, but shook her head. “No,” the white woman gasped. “I’m the dominant. You’re to be my submissive slave!” Mercedes looked at her, smiling softly. “I don’t *think* so, Mrs. Peterson,” she whispered, pressing her lithe, nude body against the bound woman’s. Mercedes let one hand drift down to the furry exposed patch between the redhead’s thighs. “I think I’ll be the dominant,” the pretty black woman told her captive. “And I think I’ll make you the submissive slave.” The white dominatrix struggled furiously, but was stretched much too tightly and securely to do more than vibrate in her bonds. “Never!” the fiery redhead shouted. The smiling black woman leaned in and kissed the dangling woman. For Mercedes, it wasn’t sexual. It was about establishing dominance … about exerting her will over Jessica’s. It was about Power. Mercedes pressed her thick, sensual lips over the surprised white woman’s. Jessica defiantly kept her teeth tightly clenched, mewling indignant protests as she squirmed. The young maid ran her tongue along the white woman’s teeth, gently probing and prying. At the same time, one dark hand cupped the damp, heated curls of the redhead’s pubic area. It felt like Mercedes had dipped her fingertips into a freshly-cooked batch of vanilla pudding, while the pan was still on the stovetop! “Why you little slut!” Mercedes breathed, breaking their kiss momentarily. “You’re dripping wet! And you’re so fucking hot, I thought I’d scald my fingers!” The young black woman grabbed a fistful of the redhead’s hair and jerked her head back to gaze into her eyes. “You do like it!” Mercedes whispered, triumphantly. “You do like getting topped by me!” The hopelessly aroused white woman blinked back tears. “No!” she lied, gasping. “I don’t! I don’t like it! You …! You must submit to me! The young maid slid her fingers between the bound woman’s slick, slippery labia. Jessica moaned, obviously trying to fight the feelings of pleasure. The young black woman pouted prettily. “But isn’t this your fantasy, Mrs. Peterson?” she goaded, fingering the rim of the white woman’s vaginal hole before pressing in deeply. “You said you wanted me to make you cum!” The flushed dominatrix moaned loudly, straining against the cuffs. “Not like this!” she sobbed, trying desperately to resist the black woman’s dominating touch. “Not … like this …!” Mercedes pressed her lips over her victim’s again, reestablishing the dominant kiss, and pushed her tongue hard into the other woman’s mouth. The white woman struggled furiously, but the young maid could feel the older woman’s resolve weaken. The bound dominatrix gave one last despairing moan, which was lost in her black dominator’s mouth, and succumbed to her passions. Mercedes triumphantly slid her tongue past Jessica’s teeth and deep into the aroused redhead’s moist, heated mouth. The young maid ruthlessly explored her employer’s mouth, pushing the sobbing white woman’s head hard against her face, using a fistful of red hair as leverage. Mercedes was startled to realize how turned on she, herself, had become. “What’s going on?” she wondered, pushing her tongue even deeper into the increasingly compliant redhead’s mouth. “I’m not a lesbian? Why am I getting so aroused, dominating this bitch?” She knew the answer almost as soon as she asked it. It wasn’t the sex that was turning her on. It was the Power … it was the act of establishing dominance over another human being – especially one she hated and held a grudge against. “To not only beat her,” the aroused black woman thought, plunging rapidly with tongue and fingers, “but to break her …! And to break her in the way she dreamed of breaking me …! Jessica’s body, already cruelly stretched on The Cross, seemed to stretch even more. The spasming white woman groaned loudly into her maid’s dominating mouth as a powerful orgasm swept over her. The vengeful black woman continued to spear the helpless white woman’s mouth and pussy, using fingers and tongue, working her over until the redhead’s powerful, muscle-spasming climax finally ebbed. Mercedes pulled her head back, breaking the dominant kiss. She plopped her pruned fingers from the trembling redhead’s sopping cunt and pulled Jessica’s head up, still clenching a fistful of red hair. The maid chuckled cruelly and held her dripping fingers up under the almost insensate white woman’s twitching nostrils. “Smell that, Mrs. Peterson?” Mercedes mocked, tracing her fingers to leave a thin trail of pungent slime along the gasping redhead’s upper lip. “That’s the scent of your defeat. That’s the scent of my dominance over you.” Tears coursed down the beaten white woman’s face. The triumphant maid leaned against the bound woman, so she could whisper in the former dominatrix’s ear. “And now, I’m going to take everything you own!” Mercedes breathed. “I think I’ll start by taking your man.” The bound redhead’s head snapped upright and her eyes opened wide. She struggled furiously, venting a primal scream of protest and outrage. But the chained cuffs were pulled tight; she was unable to move anything other than her head. “Don’t you *dare*!” she shrieked. “You can’t! Don’t …!” The young maid smiled evilly. The desperate white woman snapped her head around towards the sitting man. “Jason!” the wild-eyed redhead screamed. “Don’t! Don’t you dare let this lower-class black bitch fuck you! The confused white man shifted uncertainly, in his seated position, clearly not having any idea what he should or shouldn’t do. Mercedes gaze fell to the big purple monster Jessica had dropped when she’d been slammed back and bound to The Cross. “Oh, that’s right,” the black woman sneered. “I almost forgot your little toy.” She held it up, shuddering. The thing was huge and looked as if it had the diameter of a beer can. “You were going to shove this fucker into ME?!?” she demanded, shaking the massive dildo in the now-frightened white woman’s face. “Maybe you need to get a feel for what that would be like!” the young maid said, in a soft, dangerous voice. Jessica wailed in horrified protest, thrashing frantically in her restraints. Mercedes ignored her, and began maliciously rubbing the huge rubber cockhead up and down along the redhead’s swollen, exposed pussy lips. Jessica moaned and her pussy opening parted easily, allowing the shaft of the massive fake cock to nestle against her moist opening. The white woman trembled. “Please,” she begged, her lovely green eyes wide with fear. “Please don’t! Don’t force that thing into me! I’ll be ruined! Let us go … I promise we’ll never bother you again! You can keep your job and wear whatever you like! In fact, we’ll give you a raise!” Mercedes slid the huge shaft along the bound white woman’s slick slit, chuckling. “Oh Mrs. Peterson,” she smiled. “You talk as if you still had any power to help or hurt me.” The young maid leaned in and gave the pale dominatrix a quick peck on the lips. Then the black woman grasped the base of the huge dildo and rammed it up into the redhead’s unprepared snatch. The white woman’s eyes bugged out of her head and she gave a loud grunt as Mercedes slammed the massive dildo home. Less than six inches of the monstrous sex toy remained unsheathed, protruding from between Jessica’s widespread legs, stretching the violated redhead’s pussy lips into a wide “O”. “Good thing you were so turned on submitting to me,” Mercedes grinned cruelly, kneeling in front of the bound woman, “and you’re already so sloppy and wet, or else that would have hurt like hell!” The young black woman quickly fastened the snaps on the exposed crotch flap of Jessica’s black PVC outfit, closing the opening over the end of the big dildo. “That should keep pressure on the unburied end so it won’t work loose,” the young maid mused, with grim satisfaction. The white woman’s eyes almost rolled back into her head. She gurgled and groaned, piteously. Still cruelly spread-eagled on The Cross, the savaged redhead was helpless to move anything other than her head. “D-don’t!” Jessica groaned, through gritted teeth. “Jason, don’t you dare let that black bitch fuck you! You’re mine! You belong to …” Mercedes plucked a ball-gag from the table of sex toys and wedged the big rubber ball between the trembling white woman’s lips, fastening it behind Jessica’s head. Tears streamed freely down the beaten redhead’s face. “There!” the black woman said, stepping back to survey her work. “And now … it’s time to take what’s mine!” Mercedes turned and regarded the leather-clad white man sitting, trembling, on the floor. She unstrapped his arms and he sat there, trying to rub circulation back into his numb hands. The young maid placed a shapely foot against Jason’s chest and shoved him onto his back. The bewildered white man fell on his back. He stared stupidly at her, blue eyes wide with fear behind his leather hood. But his cock was rigid and erect. “You enjoyed that little show, didn’t you,” Mercedes chuckled, licking her lips as she regarded the white man’s hard-on – stiff and straining in spite of his fear. “In spite of …?” she wondered, smiling. “Or because of?” “You enjoyed seeing me dominate Mrs. Peterson, didn’t you!?” Mercedes murmured, stepping closer. She stood, looking down at Mr. Peterson’s pale, supine body, lying on the floor between her dark, toned, wide-spread legs. “I’m going to fuck you, Jason,” the young black woman told the trembling man, standing over him with a dark foot to either side of his pale body. “All those times your slutty lez of a wife wanted to fuck me … instead, *I* am going to fuck *you*!” She forcefully peeled the tight leather shorts from him, making the white man cry out in pain as his erect cock was jerked unceremoniously from the slit in the front. The young maid spun the white man, still on his back, around so that his head was pointed to The Cross. He could now no longer see his wife, hanging helplessly on the big wooden construct. But Mercedes could see her. The beautiful black woman dropped down to straddle the frightened white man’s hips. “You’re mine, now, asshole!” she hissed, sliding her slick pussy along his thick shaft. “I’m going to fuck you until you break. I’m going to fuck you until you scream for mercy. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from sheer exhaustion.” The young maid smiled wickedly. “And then I’m going to fuck you some more.” Jason turned even paler and feebly tried to push the beautiful domineering black woman off. Mercedes laughed. “You belong to me, now!” the power-crazed black woman told him. “You’re going to do everything I say!” She ground herself against his swollen shaft. The quivering white man feebly tried to fend her off. “No!” he pleaded. “I … I can’t! I’m married! Jessica …” Mercedes gave him a cruel grin. “You think Mrs. Peterson is going to save your sorry white ass?” she scoffed. “You think she can stop me from taking what I want … from taking *you*?” The young maid leaned down and claimed his mouth with her own. “You think *you* can stop me from taking you?” she murmured, chuckling softly. She straightened up and again began sliding her slippery, aroused pussy along the length of his cock shaft, which was again pinned between his body and her pussy lips. “Then all you have to do,” the beautiful black woman said, as she pulled his rigid cock upright and slid down onto his engorged member, “is resist me.” The white man groaned in unavoidable pleasure as her hungry cunt engulfed him. “If I fuck you and you can keep from cumming,” Mercedes told him, “I’ll let you go.” Was that a fleeting expression of hope she saw under his mask? “But if I make you cum …,” the dominant maid warned, slowly starting to pump herself up and down on the pinned white man, “then you belong to me!” Although her words seemed to be directed to the white man she had pinned under her, Mercedes’ eyes were locked with those of the cruelly-stretched redhead, hanging on The Cross. The bound white woman’s eyes were wide with a mixture of horror, indignation, fear, and an almost overwhelming look of lust … all wrestling for primacy. Jessica’s muffled bleats of protest were lost behind the firmly wedged ball-gag. A thin trickle of drool ran from the corner of her gag-stretched mouth and down her chin. The powerful black woman glanced down at the man she had pinned under and entrapped inside her. “And when I make you cum,” she chuckled to Jason, “and I *will* make you cum … you’ll belong to me.” She began fucking her victim in earnest. “You’ll divorce that redheaded skank and you’ll marry me,” she commanded. “You’ll become my personal sex slave. And from there, I’ll fucking milk you dry every night!” The beautiful black woman smiled as she watched Jessica sob through her gag. The beaten white woman hung spread-eagle on The Cross, helplessly watching her former maid fuck her husband. “His cock is mine, now,” Mercedes told the teary-eyed redhead. “You’re never getting it again.” The aroused black woman continued pounding her pelvis down onto the white man pinned beneath her. “Now and forever,” the young maid panted, smiling as rivulets of sweat trickled down to land on the helpless pale body she was dominating. “You’ll never get his cock again, Jessica, but maybe I’ll let you watch, when I fuck the man that used to be yours.” Jason was panting, obviously trying to hold back. “No!” he begged. “Please! I can’t …! I mean … Jessica … she …I …” Mercedes leaned over and zipped the mouth flap shut on his leather hood, before tucking his pale arms under her dark legs, pinning him on the floor. “You’ll speak when I tell you to speak,” she told him, picking up the tempo of her thrusting hips. Soon she was almost pounding him with her strong, insistent pelvis. The white man groaned loudly and she saw his eyes roll back in his head. She had him on the brink. Without warning, she stopped and stood up, letting his throbbing member slide out of her. He cried out. “Please!” he gasped, rising to his knees. “Don’t stop! So … close …!” Mercedes smiled down at him. “You want me, don’t you!” she taunted. “Yes!” he whispered. “Oh God, yes!” “I’m your Goddess, aren’t I!” the beautiful nude black woman demanded. “Yes,” Jason croaked. “My Goddess …!” “You’ll do anything I command, won’t you!” Mercedes stated. The thoroughly-dominated white man could only nod, weakly. The black woman walked near and jerked his head back by the hair, sticking through the laced slit at the back of the leather mask. “Who do you belong to?” she asked, sternly. “Who owns you, body and soul?” Jason’s closed his eyes, still panting heavily. “You do,” he gasped, beaten. “I belong to you. You own me, body and soul!” Releasing him, Mercedes walked to the sobbing, restrained redhead. “What do you think, ‘Mrs. Peterson?’” she asked the teary-eyed white woman. “Do you like watching me fuck your man?” Mercedes stopped, as if struck by a thought. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she fake-gasped. “He’s not *your* man anymore, is he?” The gagged woman shot the black woman a look of pure venom as Mercedes laughed and unfastened the ball-gag. “You black bitch!” Jessica slurred, drooling on her own bare breasts. “You cunt! You …!” Mercedes smiled and pulled out the metal rod that kept The Cross upright. The nude black woman quickly pivoted the wooden contraption into a horizontal position and slid the rod back in place. “What’s that, *Mrs.* Peterson?” the beautiful black woman asked, straddling the surprised white woman’s head. “You say you want my cunt?” Mercedes reached down and roughly pulled Mrs. Peterson’s face into the young maid’s dark, dripping pussy. “Eat me,” the beautiful black woman commanded. “Lick my pussy, you redheaded slut!” Jessica struggled and squirmed, but did not comply. “Never!” the bound white woman tried to shout, although her protest was lost in the smothering dark crotch pressed over her face. “You eat MY pussy! I’ll never eat your nasty, black cunt!” Mercedes gave her a nasty smile. “Still trying to resist, eh?” she laughed. She began to slowly rub herself against the tautly-stretched white woman’s face. “Can you taste his cock?” the young maid taunted. “Can you taste where he had his cock in me?” Jessica shook with rage and humiliation. “Jason!” Mercedes barked, looking over her shoulder. “Get over here and give your ex-wife a close-up look of what she’s going to be missing!” The white man stared stupidly for a while, before finally catching on. Grinning broadly beneath his leather mask, he came up behind the nude black woman. Grasping her lush hips, he slid his thick, throbbing white cock up the young black maid’s hungry pussy. Mercedes thrust back to meet her pale sex-slave’s thrusts, making sure to keep her crotch pressed hard against Jessica’s imprisoned face. The beautiful black woman smiled at the humiliation she was inflicting on her bitchy redheaded nemesis, imagining the humiliation Jessica would be experiencing as her man fucked the black maid from behind … less than an inch from the disgraced white woman’s face! Mercedes reveled in the shame Jessica must be feeling as her soon-to-be ex-husband’s well-slimed cock slid across her pale face … “A cock slimed with MY cunt juice,” Mercedes whispered in sadistic satisfaction. All too soon, Jason gave a cry and lunged forward, thrusting himself into his black mistress to the hilt. Mercedes gasped as she felt him fill her with his cum. He shot into her for what seemed forever. When he was finally spent, having completely drained his load into his black mistress, Mercedes clenched her pelvic muscles and slid him out of her, making sure to leave a slick “snail trail” of semen and cunt juice across Mrs. Peterson’s tear-streaked face. Mr. Peterson fell back to the floor, in a near stupor. “Oh yeah,” Mercedes sighed in satisfaction, settling down on the bound white woman’s face. She ground her dark, thoroughly-fucked snatch down on Jessica’s pale, upturned face. “Did you like that Mrs. Peterson?” the young maid asked, wriggling down more firmly on the overcome redhead’s face. “Did you like that front-row seat, watching me fuck your man?” The white woman’s silent sobs were her only response. “You know,” Mercedes reminded her, “you’re never getting close to Jason’s cock ever again. Ever! That’s mine, from now on!” The young maid smiled, enjoying her power over her enemy. “But maybe I’ll let you have a little taste of his cock,” Mercedes whispered, “by proxy.” The beautiful black woman had positioned her tightly clenched pussy above the bound white woman’s lips. Pressing her dammed pussy hard against Jessica’s face, Mercedes relaxed her muscles. A hot spray of semen and pussy juice gushed into her captive’s mouth and over her face. The bound redhead stiffened and gagged, struggling to get away. But to no avail. Mercedes emptied her load into the helpless white woman’s mouth and rubbed it over her pale face. “That’s as close as you’re ever going to get to Jason’s cock, from now on,” the young maid whispered. She enjoyed the feeling of her former tormentor’s mouth against her well-fucked pussy lips. “Clean me,” Mercedes whispered. “Lick my pussy, you redheaded slut!” Jessica sobbed, but didn’t comply. Still firmly straddling the white woman’s face, Mercedes reached over and unsnapped the crotch of Jessica’s PVC outfit. The base of the huge dildo protruded obscenely from the white woman’s cruelly-stretched cunt. Mercedes grasped the base of the huge dildo, eliciting a deep moan of pain and unwanted pleasure from her captive. “Eat me, Mrs. Peterson,” the young maid demanded. “Acknowledge me as the superior woman. The black woman slowly began stroking the mammoth dildo in and out of the bound white woman’s widely-stretched cunt. Jessica moaned and Mercedes rubbed herself against the helpless white woman’s upturned face. “Lick me, Mrs. Peterson,” the young maid demanded, working the big dildo faster and deeper into the spread-eagle redhead’s pussy. “Lick your ex-husband’s cream from my pussy. Submit to me! Submit just like Jason has already submitted!” The black woman’s domination proved too much for the bound white woman. Mercedes purred as she felt the redhead’s tongue begin tentatively licking her pussy. “Ah, that’s it, Mrs. Peterson!” the black woman moaned in pleasure. “Eat that creampie. Taste the cum from the cock you’re never going to get again.” Mercedes was working the massive dildo furiously inside the writhing white woman. “Taste my juices,” the young maid commanded. “Taste the juices that forced your man to cum and the only juices his cock will ever know again!” Mrs. Peterson was now licking her maid’s pussy with a furious passion, helpless to resist the black woman’s overwhelming domination and oversized dildo. “From now on, both of you will cum only for me,” the young maid told the writhing redhead, as she continued to ram the big dildo like a piston into the moaning white woman. “From now on, you both belong to me!” the young maid ordered Mrs. Peterson. “I *own* you!” “YES!” “Oh YES!” Mrs. Peterson’s climactic screams of compliance were muffled in the black woman’s damp, pungent groin as the bound redhead found herself smothering under her maid’s own furious orgasm. * * * * * * Mrs. Peterson was raping her husband. Again. Jason, ankles and wrists firmly cuffed to the posts on the oversized bed in The Den, let out a strangled cry as his wife forced yet another orgasm from him. “That’s it, baby!” Mrs. Peterson panted, riding the straining man like a jockey on a racehorse, mere feet from the finish line. “Give it to me! Give me what I want!” She savagely whipped at his flanks with the leather crop she carried. Mr. Peterson cried out again, as a second climax and shower of jism was sucked out of his overpowered cock. What was it about this woman that could force him over the edge, time after time, no matter how exhausted and used he might already be?!? Mrs. Peterson’s insatiable pussy squeezed hard, milking her husband’s beleaguered cock of every drop of cum. Jason dropped back onto the bed, out of breath and exhausted. “Please, honey,” he begged. “No more! Every day since that confrontation in The Den, over a week ago, you’ve been fucking me, almost non-stop! “You’re killing me!!!” he pleaded. “I need a break!” Mrs. Peterson slid off her exhausted, bound husband, laughing. “Just remember,” she said, grabbing his balls and now-flaccid cock and giving them a painful squeeze. “These are MINE!” Jason cried out in pain. “No one else touches these!” his wife warned. “Not ever! I’ll leave you too drained to ever let any woman even try to have you.” She paused. “And if you even think of fucking the maid, I’ll cut your balls off and force them down your throat.” Mr. Peterson swallowed hard and pledged his undying fidelity. Mollified, Mrs. Peterson glanced around, noticing the prodigious puddles of semen staining the sheets and splattered across the floor and bedpost. Even though her insatiable quim had swallowed most of it, this was still a mess. She pressed the nearby intercom button. “Oh, Maid!” she sang, in a mocking, lilting tone, “We seem to have been a tad rambunctious and have a bit of a spill down here in The Den. Be a dear and come down to clean it up.” Mrs. Peterson grinned sadistically, idly stroking her captive husband’s cock as she eagerly waited for the maid to appear. She lay back, loving the feeling of fullness as the liquid she’d forced from him sloshed inside. “Please … !” Jason groaned. “No more … ! I can’t ….!” His torture was mercifully interrupted by the appearance of the maid, who was trying to tug her too-short skirt down to more fully cover her well-rounded and mostly-exposed backside. “Where’s the spill?” the maid asked, wearily, averting her eyes from the naked Mrs. Peterson, sitting on the edge of the bed as she idly played with her still-bound husband’s cock. Mrs. Peterson waved expansively at the widespread puddles and stains, watching in glee as the maid’s expression fell. With a sigh, the maid set down her bucket and dropped to her knees. Mrs. Peterson grinned wickedly. Standing suddenly, she stepped in front of the kneeling woman and straddled the surprised maid’s face. Grabbing the maid by a fistful of red hair, Mrs. Peterson crammed the surprised white woman’s face into her dark, musky crotch. “There’s the spill,” Mercedes Peterson told her maid, in satisfaction, allowing the accumulation of three consecutive orgasms to gush over the indignant redhead’s face. Jessica struggled, but the nude black woman held the redhead firmly between her vice-like, dark thighs. “Now clean it,” the new Lady of the house sneered. “Clean this ‘mess.’” Slowly, reluctantly, the ex-Mrs. Peterson complied, pushing her tongue deep into the cum-coated canal of the new Mrs. Peterson’s well-fucked pussy. “This is as close as you’re ever going to get to your ex-husband’s cock,” Mercedes reminded her compliant, lesbian sex slave maid. “But, being the generous person I am, I’ll continue to let you have his cock, every day ...” She sighed dreamily as the redhead’s tongue became ever more enthusiastic. “… by proxy,” Mercedes sighed. Jessica’s hand snaked down under her skimpy maid skirt and began fondling her own moist, fevered slit as she eagerly use her tongue to clean her Mistress’ latest … “mess.”