by Abby Weeks
If she and Midge humiliated Carla like they’d been joking about there would be nothing to separate her from Kit or Charmaine. She’d have become them.
She looked at Midge and decided to just leave her there on the bed. She could take a guest room. It seemed fitting given that Midge had been the one who’d shared the bed with Walter last. She pulled back the sheets for Midge.
—Come on, Midge. Let’s get you into this bed.
Midge woke up.
—What? Bed? No way. I didn’t even have any fun yet.
Midge got up and stumbled down the hall to the top of the stairs and called Carla again. April sat on the bed with a nervous, sick feeling in her stomach. It looked like Carla wasn’t going to escape after all. Midge came back into the bedroom pulling Carla rudely by the wrist.
—I’ve been calling you for the last fifteen minutes, she said.
—I’m sorry, madam, Carla said. I was doing laundry downstairs. I couldn’t hear you.
—Don’t give me excuses, girl, Midge said. Just clean up this mess.
April was uncomfortable with the way Midge was treating Carla. They were practically the same age and Midge had called her a girl. It was disrespectful. It reminded her of countless period movies she’d seen in which rich ladies abused their servants or slaves. It never ended well for those women. In April’s eyes, Carla was a person who deserved their respect as much as anyone else did.
Carla was on the ground picking up the pieces of the vase. Midge came back and joined April on the bed and the two of them sat and watched Carla work. Carla was self-conscious at being watched so closely. She knew something wasn’t right.
When she’d finished cleaning up the mess she stood at the door and looked at April.
—If that will be all, madam? she said.
—Who said that was all? Midge said.
She smiled wickedly and then lay back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly, showing her panties and crotch to the room in the most unladylike manner.
April looked at the way Midge was sitting with her legs spread open and knew things were going to get naughty. They were both so drunk and had lost their inhibitions that there would be no stopping them at this point. She had the feeling she always got when she was about to misbehave. It was a feeling of excitement mixed with dread at the regret that would surely follow. Maybe it would go better if Carla got drunk too, April thought. There was a minibar in the room and April was about to go to it when Midge spoke.
—Help me get ready for bed, Carla.
Carla came over to Midge.
—Get down on the floor.
Carla looked at April questioningly but April just looked away. She lay back on the bed and pretended not to notice what was going on.
—First, take off my panties, Midge said and she spread her legs even wider.
April watched Carla take Midge’s black panties off and place them on the bed neatly.
—Now take off April’s.
April was embarrassed but she decided that she didn’t care. She wanted to see what would happen and she remembered distinctly the feeling of being humiliated by Kit at The Lace Cat. It was almost as if her own dignity needed to be restored by humiliating another person. She leaned back and spread her legs and avoided making eye contact with Carla as she removed her thong from beneath her Lacoste tennis dress.
—Good, Midge said. Now, April, tell her to do something.
April was mortified. She didn’t have a clue what to say. Carla was right there in front of her. It was the most embarrassing thing in the world. She’d never be able to look Carla in the eye again.
—I don’t know, April said.
She wanted Midge to take over the situation again.
—Well, Midge said. You were just telling me how nice it was of Carla to rub sunscreen on you earlier.
Oh no, April thought. Midge was going to bring that up.
—Yes, was all she managed to say.
—Well, maybe you could return the favor. Carla, please lie down on the bed.
Carla looked at both of them for a minute. April could tell she was assessing the situation, trying to make up her mind about whether or not to let this go on. She must have needed her job badly because she got up on the bed and lay down on her tummy.
—Now, Midge said, do for her what she did for you.
April smiled at Midge but really she felt more embarrassment than anything. This was extremely awkward. She envied Midge’s confidence and comfort in these situation but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to go through with it.
She got up and went to the mini bar, opened a bottle of chilled German Riesling and poured a glass. She went to the bed and offered it to Carla. Carla sat up and took the glass.
Midge raised her eyebrows. —April, that’s a Keller.
—So?
—I believe it’s a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine.
April laughed. —Nothing but the best for my Carla, she said.
Carla was about to thank her but Midge put a finger to her lips.
—You just relax now, Carla, April said. You’re in good hands.
Together, April and Midge unbuttoned Carla’s white blouse and undid her bra. She had pretty breasts for a maid, April thought. They were firm and pert, tanned with nice pink areola that were round and not much larger than the nipples.
—What a pretty girl, Midge said.
Carla had downed her wine and April refilled her glass. She saw that Midge was stripping so she did the same, pulling her dress up over her head and unclasping her bra. Midge was entirely naked and April was too apart from her white ankle socks. They sat on the bed and watched Carla finish her wine.
—Such a beauty, Midge said.
—Absolutely stunning, April agreed.
It was a surreal scene, three beautiful women sitting on the side of a bed, all of them getting up to mischief literally out of boredom and because they’d been so sexually abused by the four men living in The Oaks. It seemed they had found a way to comfort each other. It might not be the right way but it was all they had.
Carla was shy and downed the second glass of wine quickly. She looked a bit more relaxed than she had at first and April and Midge helped her out of the rest of her maid’s uniform. To April’s surprise Carla was wearing some very naughty underwear. They took off her black dress to find that she wasn’t wearing panties at all, just an expensive black lace garter belt that was attached to her black stockings. April had thought they were tights but they were stockings that came up past her thighs all the way to the bottom of her bum cheeks and attached to the garter belt, leaving her vagina and bottom bare.
—Oh, you naughty thing! Midge cried out. I knew it.
—Knew what? April said.
—Carla, have you been getting naughty with Walter? I bet you have, haven’t you?
Carla had a shocked look on her face, like she was about to cry and April couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
—I had to, Carla said in her defense.
—Carla! It’s true. You dirty, naughty maid. You’ve been with Walter!
Carla could tell from April’s tone that she wasn’t too upset and that relaxed her slightly. She nodded.
—That does it, April said in as cross a voice as she could manage. Get on your hands and knees.
It was obvious that April wasn’t upset at all. It was strange but the more April found that Walter was sleeping around, the better she felt. It was as if he wasn’t her problem any more. She might be married to him but all these other women had to endure his awfulness along with her. That made her feel comforted. The worst thing she could imagine now would have been to live alone with Walter. She actually could have hugged Carla, not to mention Midge, for helping her deal with Walter’s sexual appetites. All three of them had been forced to fuck him in the last couple of days.
Carla had emptied her wine glass again and put it down on a small table next to the bed. Then she got on her hands and knees, exposing her bare bottom for its
punishment. April and Midge looked at each other before getting behind Carla. It was really quite silly, April thought. Two grown, married women, completely naked, giving the maid a good spanking. They were acting like a pair of sorority girls hazing their new pledge. It was positively juvenile. It was fun though, April thought.
She straightened her hand and swung as forcefully as she could, striking Carla’s bum between the lace of the garter belt and the top of her stockings. The strike made a loud slap and immediately April noticed the flesh of Carla’s firm bum grow a little pinker.
—My turn, Midge said, and gave Carla a similar slap on the opposite bum cheek.
Both cheeks grew bright pink as April and Midge repeatedly spanked the poor little bottom. By the time they were finished Carla was whimpering with each fresh slap and April’s hand was stinging. She sat gingerly on the bed.
—I can’t believe you’ve been fucking my husband, Carla, April said to her as she gave her another glass of the expensive wine. There was hardly anything left in the bottle at this point and Carla was beginning to feel the effects.
—I’m sorry, April, I really am.
It was the first time Carla had used her name. April felt she was probably going to be a lot closer to Carla after this experience. She smiled.
—I’m not going to pretend I’m upset. The truth is, Walter can do what he likes with whoever he likes. The less I have to do with him the better as far as I’m concerned. But you’re my maid, Carla. You understand that, don’t you. There’s no way I can simply let this slide without a fitting punishment.
She was really just playing but Carla had no way of knowing how serious she was.
—Yes, madam, she said, remembering the correct formalities this time.
—What will we do with her, Midge? April said.
—Oh, I don’t know. We probably shouldn’t punish her without having any evidence of the crime.
—What do you mean?
April sat back and poured herself the last of the Riesling as she watched Midge.
—Back on your hands and knees, please, Midge said.
Carla obeyed and April felt bad when she saw how hot and pink Carla’s poor bottom looked. It was probably quite sore.
—I’m going to do a very simple procedure to check if this girl’s been fucked, Midge said with a deliciously naughty wink.
Midge got a bottle of lotion out of a drawer by the bedside table. April realized she must have used that same lotion with Walter the night before.
—How did you know that was there? she said teasingly.
Midge shook her head. April was fairly certain she was embarrassed but that was the way it was in the arrangement. Every woman knew things about the other wives’ bedrooms that they shouldn’t! Midge shook the bottle and then poured a long stream of lotion onto Carla’s pink bottom.
—Didn’t you say Carla gave you a nice massage yesterday? Midge said to April.
It was Midge’s turn to embarrass April it seemed. She nodded.
—It’s time you returned the favor.
April put her hands softly on Carla’s sore bottom and gently rubbed the cool, soothing lotion into the skin.
—How does that feel? she said.
—Good, Carla said. Thank you.
—Lie down, April said and her hands moved up Carla’s back, giving her a long and thorough massage.
—That feels really good, Carla said and April couldn’t tell if she was really enjoying it or if she was just being polite.
—It’s time for the procedure, Midge said.
April watched as Midge put lotion on her hands and then took a hold of Carla’s still pink buttocks. She carefully pulled open the butt cheeks, exposing Carla’s puckered little anus, then she pushed her finger slowly into it.
—Hmm, Midge said, in mock contemplation. I can’t tell if you’ve been fucked in this hole. Let me try the other one.
Midge pulled her finger out of Carla’s ass and then pressed it into the mouth of her vagina. Carla whimpered in what sounded like pleasure.
—You better not be enjoying this, you naughty slut, April said.
—No, madam.
Midge seemed encouraged by Carla’s whimpers of pleasure and began pumping her finger slowly in and out of the pussy, gradually speeding up and bringing a heat and a wetness to the maid’s cunt that was unmistakably the beginnings of a pleasurable orgasm.
—I’m just trying to tell if Walter’s been in here, Midge said.
—He has, Carla said. He’s been in every hole on my body. I wear this lingerie to tempt him. He gives me all sorts of gifts. He even sneaks out of April’s bed at night to come down to the servant’s quarters and give me a good, hard fuck.
By now Midge was pumping Carla’s wet pussy with three fingers at once, and April felt she couldn’t ignore Carla’s purposeful provocation. She swung her leg over Carla’s body and sat with her naked bum on Carla’s oiled and massaged back. Then she pressed her finger firmly into Carla’s anus and began finger-fucking the muscular little ring as quickly as she could.
—Oh God! Carla yelled out. Oh God, Oh God!
—That’s right, slut. This will teach you to go after my husband.
April was surprised at how forcefully Carla’s orgasm struck. Her body convulsed like it was being attacked, and she screamed as her pelvis thrust itself hard against the bed repeatedly. April and Midge pulled their fingers out of her. They’d both been turned on by Carla’s climax and April looked down at Midge’s cunt. She wondered it it was as hot and wet as her own. She wished there were some men around to fuck the two of them and it crossed her mind that if she called out for Jake and Ray they’d come running.
But then she remembered what Midge had told her. Midge had said she got more of a thrill from teasing her male servants than she ever would have got from fucking them. She liked to be lusted after, to be the object of their desire, to stay forever out of reach. April realized she got the same thrill walking around naked in front of them and she would miss it if she simply had a romp with Ray that would be over in fifteen minutes.
They’d have to make do with Carla, and besides, she really ought to humiliate Carla properly if she was going to have any chance of asserting her dominance over this woman. Carla was there to be her servant, to serve her and make her life more comfortable and that wouldn’t last long the way things were going. Walter was obviously all over her, making her all sorts of promises, giving her gifts and lingerie. This wouldn’t do at all.
April felt like she’d been far too cautious and lenient with Carla. Instead of punishing her for sleeping with Walter, she’d practically rewarded her. She’d given her what was probably the most expensive wine she’d ever had in her life, and then massaged her and made her come. This wouldn’t teach her a lesson at all. If anything, it would make her bolder. If April wasn’t careful, Carla would end up being the lady of the house and she’d be the maid.
—Carla, honey, April said. I’m going to need you to take off that underwear.
Carla was still lying on the bed, luxuriating in the aftermath of her orgasm but she got up and took off the garter belt and stockings. April felt better now that Carla was naked too. She’d felt that Carla had some sort of advantage being the only one wearing anything.
She looked at Carla and realized that she understood Kit a lot better now. Kit had humiliated her to assert her dominance because she knew Herb was probably attracted to her. April knew she felt the same way, looking at Carla’s lithe body. Carla had an alluring accent, she would obey Walter in every request and most of all, she was new and novel to him.
—Get on the floor, she said.
Carla got down on the floor and April cast her mind for a way she could dominate or humiliate her. She needed to make Carla know that even if she was fucking Walter, she still had to respect her and stay out of her way. The last thing she needed right now was a challenge for power from her own maid.
—Massage my feet, she said.
She s
at on the side of the bed and Midge sat next to her. Midge was clearly used to dominating the staff and showing them who was in charge. April was not surprised. She’d just learned that every maid was a potential threat and that there’d be no way to keep them in check if you didn’t show them who was boss. Midge put her feet in Carla’s face and told her to massage hers too.
Carla got the body lotion from the bed and poured it onto her hands. Then she took one of April’s feet and began rubbing the lotion gently into it. It felt nice and April relaxed, feeling in control again. She looked down at Carla and imagined her with her legs wrapped around Walter and she felt a pang of jealousy.
April spread her legs, bringing her pussy forward close to Carla as she continued massaging.
—That’s it, April said.
She nudged Midge and Midge knew exactly what she wanted. She’d gone through this enough times with maids of her own. She lifted her feet and put them in Carla’s face, rubbing her lips and mouth with her toes.
—Open your mouth, Midge said.
Carla opened her mouth and Midge lay back and played with it with her toes. April was sitting in front of her with her legs spread wide open so that all Carla could do was look at her cunt while she massaged her feet and sucked Midge’s toes.
Carla put down April’s foot and began massaging the next one. It was difficult for her to do it with Midge’s foot in her face but she was managing quite well. April scooted forward on the bed, bringing her cunt closer to Carla’s face.
—Do you like fucking my husband, Carla?
Carla nodded. April was surprised at how bold she was being but she had to admit she was enjoying this. It was disgraceful behavior, she knew it was, but sometimes after you’ve been abused and ill-treated there’s something inside you that reacts and makes you take it out on someone weaker. It was despicable but it was human. She began to understand the way that the arrangement was working psychologically as well as physically. It was changing her, just as it had changed Kit and Charmaine and Midge before her. The men had figured out a way not just to control their women and exploit them in every sexual way they could imagine but to warp their personalities too and turn them against each other. It was the perfect method of controlling them. If she didn’t figure out a way to get out soon, she would become a complete slave, acting entirely at the whim of the four partners.
