Maid for Trouble - Illustrated

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.

This is the illustrated version of an already published story. This is a work of fiction that portraits social and/or racial stereotypes as well as non-consensual lesbian interaction that may not suit everybody's taste. If you find this offensive, don't read further.

Mrs. Jillian Rutherford is the archetypical trophy wife. At 39 years old she could pass for much less, thanks probably to the comfortable life style she was used to. Slim figure, beautiful blue eyes and, as she always used to remark, natural blonde. All she had on looks, she lacked on social abilities with those people less fortunate than her.

Jillian was determined to get rid of the new maid, despite the fact that Sharmane was working there for just a week. The burly 22 years old black woman was hired by her husband against her will, which was why Jillian did little to hide her annoyance at having such a low class ghetto girl at home.

What the snooty wife would never admit was the fact that she felt somehow intimidated by Sharmane, who seemed to stand in silent defiance every time Jillian spoke to her. To make matters worse, her much older husband seemed to be quite happy with their new employee.

That evening, as Jillian's husband wouldn't be back from an important meeting until late, the cocky lady had arranged to attend a charity event. She spent a long time browsing her endless wardrobe. Eventually she settled for an expensive designer white suit together with an exquisite white lingerie set, tan stockings and 5" stiletto heel Louboutin pumps and matching handbag and hat. Once dressed, she took her time to leave her flawless face perfectly made up.­

All dolled up before leaving, the high society lady called Sharmane to the living room. Jillian just wanted to check if her maid was wearing the apron she had bought for her. To her dismal, the black woman simply ignored her over-demanding boss orders and showed up wearing a skimpy cotton top and blue jeans as she did during the whole week.

"I don't know how things work where you come from, but in our exclusive circle, appearance is really important. You cannot perform your duties dressed like a ghetto tramp or whatever the place you come from is called. This is the last time I tell you to wear the uniform we provided to you!"

The maid stood still in front of Jillian holding a broom. She took a look at her arrogant boss, starting from her expensive heels, following with her slender legs in stockings, the designer suit and finally making eye contact with her.

Jillian had that demanding bratty pose with her right hand in her hip.

As Sharmane looked at her straight in the eyes, Jillian instantly felt intimidated by the strong black woman. She felt like having butterflies in her stomach, and after a few seconds she lowered her head trying not to look at those menacing eyes.

Without uttering a word, the maid pushed Jillian chin up with the broomstick tip, making her boss to look at her eyes again.

"Listen me well bitch. I won't take more shit from a stupid weakling like you. I will wear what I want, where I want, and whenever I want. How you dare to insult me? I can beat the crap out of you any time I want."

The spoiled rich wife suddenly realized the black woman meant trouble.

"Oohh...Ok! I didn't mean to insult you... I have to leave... We can have a talk tomorrow if you don't..."

The maid noticed how Jillian's voice tone had softened. She pushed the blonde's chin further up with the broomstick. Jillian tried to put the broomstick aside with her delicate hands but Sharmane stopped her.

"Don't you dare to touch my broom. Put your hands up at shoulder height!"

Jillian put her hands as commanded. Sharmane continued pushing her chin up and forcing her backwards. The rich lady had to walk backwards on tip toes until she finally reached the wall.

"You need to learn some manners Ma'am."

"Please. This is inappropriate."

The beautiful socialite was leaning against the wall when Sharmane put down the broom and grabbed her delicate neck. Softly caressing at first, but applying increasing strength. Jillian's body was trembling in fear.

"I could break your neck with just one hand, Ma'am..."

"Aaagh! Please let me go!"

Sharmane couldn't believe her dumb boss made no attempt to defend herself. Without releasing the hold in her neck, with her free hand she unbuttoned the suit jacket. She felt the nipple hardening under the lacy bra as soon as she groped the firm round breast. Jillian gasped just before her maid violently twisted her nipple.

"Uuuhhhh! Please stop!"

The maid was discovering a strange pleasure in toying with her contemptuous boss, evidenced by the moisture developing in her crotch. Aware of the fact she could knock Jillian out in seconds, she released the grip on her neck and grabbed the blonde's both breasts. As Sharmane pressed and squeezed her breasts, Jillian made no attempt to stop the maid, her manicured hands were still at shoulder height when she started sobbing like a little girl.

When Sharmane let go both breasts, Jillian's body slid down against he wall until reaching the floor.

"I am sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to upset you. Let me help you. I forgot you needed to go."

If Jillian had noticed her maid's devilish smile, she wouldn't have been so relieved. Sharmane helped her stunned boss stand up and arrange her clothes.

"Look, no harm done. You are good to go, but please Ma'am, don't tell your husband."

"T-Thanks. I promise I won't tell him."

The only thing Jillian wanted was to get out of the house immediately. She nervously grabbed her handbag and headed to the front door.

"Hold a second Ma'am."

A sinking feeling invaded Jillian. She hurried to the door, but it was difficult to run in those damn heels. She was fifteen feet from the door when Sharmane grabbed her left wrist and stopped her. Now Jillian was facing the black woman again. Sharmane grabbed her pretty face and took a close look at it.

"You are a fucking liar Ma'am. You were telling me all that crap about looks and you were about to leave the house without fixing your make up?"

"I... I can do it in the car. Let me go please."

Sharmane couldn't believe her boss could be so dumb. The stupid trophy wife still thought her ordeal could be over. Without warning the maid drove a hard blow at Jillians's belly.

"Uggggh!"

Her body arched in pain as she tried to breathe when a second blow landed in her belly again. Jillian was about to drop to her knees but Sharmane took a good chunk of her blonde hair, and using it as a sling started to spin the shocked lady around her.

"Aaahhhh! Nooo please!"

Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she was pulled in a circle around the maid. Jillian was loosing her footing and was thrown across the living room, only to be stopped by a wall. She was trying to regain her foot and the ominous black woman was again facing her. Sharmane drove her knee on Jillian's flat tummy, knocking the air out of the uppity blonde.

"Uuughh! P-please, no..."

Jillian was about to fall to her knees when the maid grabbed her left arm and twisting it across her back forced her to stand.

"Do you still wanna give me orders, Madam?"

"Oouch! N... no, you can do whatever you want. Please let me go!"

"I am already doing what I want, Madam. I'll teach you some useful tips every spoiled rich bitch should know."

The maid grabbed Jillian's tiny wrist and sent her flying again. As this time no wall stopped her, she landed face down on the floor. Still sprawled on the floor, Sharmane stamped her foot on her back.

"You worthless bitch, stand up!"

Jillian made a futile attempt to move, but she found that she was too weak to even lift her body by an inch.

Sharmane removed the foot from her back and yanking from Jillian's hair, made her stand up. Jillian staggered on her high heels as her body wobbled like a rag doll.

"You are a pathetic weakling, Madam, and no matter how many times I throw you across the room, this is fun!"

The high society lady flew a couple of times more across the room before being thrown on the sofa.

Standing in front of her, Sharmane grabbed the lightweight blonde by the jacket lapels, lifting her up and ripping the jacket open in the process.

Still gasping for air, Jillian could barely stand.

"I am trashing you and you still look like one million dollars Ma'am, but not for long... Put your hands in the back."

The maid began fondling her boss' breasts, gently at first but with increasing strength. Jillian's soft moans turned to cries as the maid began to squeeze her breasts.

"P-please let me go, I can pay you."

A brutal slap in her face sent Jillian tumbling to the floor. She was on her four trying to stand, when the maid grabbed her blonde hair lifting her up.

"Stupid bitch, you think you can buy everything."

Standing in front of Jillian again, Sharmane started slapping her snooty boss with both hands. Jillian tried to cover her pretty face with her hands.

"Keep your hands outta your face or I'll punch you with my fists."

Terrified by the maid's threat, the socialite kept her hands at shoulder height as ordered. She was scared of even looking at Sharmane, who resumed slapping her model face.

Jillian's face snapped left and right with each smack. When she was about to fall to one side a brutal slap was ready to send her to the other.

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

Jillian was so scared that she didn't even tried to cover her face again. She was also stumbling backwards in her stilettos until her ass reached the edge of the sofa's rest. Despite she was leaning on the sofa, her slender legs felt like rubber and could barely keep her standing. Dazed by the beating, all traces of arrogance were gone as Jillian started sobbing.

"Poor blondie girl, someone is being mean to her."

Jillian's face was reddened and her beautiful blue eyes were glazy. The maid slapped her face a couple of times more, grabbed her breasts and took them out of the bra cups, putting them on display.

"Please stop this, I am really, really sorry."

Sharmane slapped Jillian's face four more times.

"Shut up bitch! I know you are sorry, but I am just starting with you."

Sharmane gently caressed Jillian's breasts, making her nipples harden like rock again.

"You fucking horny slut! You like to be beaten like shit!"

The maid started slapping Jillian's breasts with both hands. Soft high-pitched cries were heard every time a slap landed on the breasts. After dozens of smacks the breasts have turned red and noticeably swollen.

"Look at those! They are bigger now! You won't need a boob job, Ma'am."

"P-please don't beat me more."

Sharmane hiked up Jillian's skirt to her waist and made her stand in front of a large mirror. Her boss was wearing expensive lace panties matching the bra, and a garterbelt held her nylons. Sharmane squeezed Jillian's crotch making her body tremble. The blonde's bald pussy was already getting wet, when Sharmane took Jillian's right hand and slid it under the panties crotch.

"You can start rubbing slut."

Jillian hesitated at first, but as Sharmane raised her menacing fist, the blonde promptly started rubbing her crotch. The maid grabbed Jillian's left wrist taking her hand to her breast. The lady began to caress her breast without the need for her maid to order her.

"Look at yourself slut! Wasn't appearance important for people of your class?"

Jillian started sobbing when she saw how things had changed in a few minutes. The mirror showed a battered high society lady, with her swollen boobs on display, her skirt hiked up, and worst of all, masturbating just because her black maid forced her to.

"Fucking lazy bitch! Let me show you how to use the fingers."

Sharmane made her lean against the mirror and roughly shoved her fingers into Jillian's pussy.

Jillian wiggled and moaned as the maid frantically fingered her increasingly wet pussy.

"For an old skinny white bitch you have a nice ass Mrs. Rutherford, it's a pity it's too white!"

Despite her age, Jillian still had a beautiful heart shaped rear. It looked even better framed in lingerie and garters. Sharmane took off one of her flip-flops and slapped hard Jillian's buttock.

"Uuuuh. No please!"

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

Sharmane used all the strength she had to beat Jillian's ass, turning it redder and redder with each hit. The once arrogant blonde had slid her hand out of her crotch in a desperate attempt to cover her buttocks from the beating.

"I ain't told you to stop rubbing your crotch, Ma'am."

The maid slid her index finger into Jillian's pussy making her quiver. Soon she had three fingers frantically sliding in out of her wet pussy.

"Oooohh, please don't, Oooow! Oooow!"

"You dumb bitch! You don't even know how to masturbate."

Sharmane took her fingers out of the blonde. Jillian's body wobbled back and forward as Sharmane grabbed her right hand again and slid it in her crotch.

"Now, do it as I did it to you."

Jillian stood leaning with one hand against the mirror and promptly complied with the maid's command, who resumed smacking her ass with the flip-flop.

"SMACK! Ooow! SMACK! Aaahh!"

The image the mirror returned to Jillian couldn't be more pathetical. The formerly proud blonde socialite was masturbating while still wearing her designer suit, lingerie and heels, at the same time her black maid was spanking her with a flip-flop. Her knees flexed at each hit and the tip of her stilettos pointed inwards.

"Your ass is turning red. Betcha I can turn it black!"

"SMACK! Ooow, stop please! SMACK! Uuuh, no more please!"

Sharmane relentlessly punished Jillian's buttocks a dozen times more, until her flip-flop broke. The socialite panted heavily and her buttocks ended thoroughly reddened.

"Stupid bitch! You broke my flip-flop. You'll pay for this."

"S-s-sorry I..."

A brutal slap sent Jillian to the floor. Dazed by the hit, Jillian laid sprawled on the floor groaning as she watched in horror Sharmane taking out her jeans.

"Take your skirt and jacket off, Madam."

Horrified but well aware that there was no point in upsetting the maid, Jillian removed her designer suit without hesitation.

Sharmane made Jillian lie on her back with her puny arms behind her head and straddled her.

"Now you gonna lick me until you pay for my flip-flop."

"N...N... no please. I've never..."

Jillian was horrified at the sight of the black woman's hairy crotch that was about to land in her face. Sharmane pressed her pussy against Jillian's lips and nose. The blonde arched her body in a desperate attempt to breathe. Her sexy stockinged legs shuffled and her stilettos kicked and slid on the floor. Sharmane ignored the muffled cries of her victim, who was having a hard time trying to breathe.

"You better put your tongue to work unless you want me to break your bones."

Hesitantly, Jillian's tongue made her way trough the curly bush and started licking.

"Not bad for a first timer Ma'am."

After a couple of minutes the maid was on the verge of an orgasm. To gain some time, she turned around and alternatively made Jillian's tongue work on her ass and pussy. While being serviced, Sharmane shoved her fingers into Jillian's pussy, fiercely pumping the beaten lady making her legs kick aimlessly in the air.

"Mmmmphh! Mmphh!"

It didn't take long to Sharmane to explode in an orgasm, spreading her pussy juices all over Jillian's face. She pushed her fingers so hard inside Jillian that the socialite thought her crotch would be ripped apart.

"Ooooww!!!!"

Jillian cried so loud that she could be heard even when her mouth was still covered by her maid's crotch. Breathing heavily, Sharmane stood up and put her pants on. She contemplated her humiliated boss spread on the floor panting.

She grabbed her by the hair pulling Jillian up on her feet. Jillian body staggered like a rag doll as the maid posed her in front of the mirror.

"Look at your pretty face now!"

"Please stop this. I can't take any more!"

Jillian wasn't lying. She could barely stand while she tried to catch her breath.

"Now is your turn to cum Ma'am, Let me help you."