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]

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Synopsis: A domestic worker gets fed up with her employers’
inappropriate advances and gains insight into the nature of
Power.
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“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.”