Delores hadn't been able to look up. She had been afraid to look up. Afraid that if her eyes made contact with those of this woman, then the attention would be turned to her again. She didn't want that. She wouldn't be able to cope with that. So she looked at the floor. Kept her eyes to a fixed point. But she could only do that for so long. Those noises that Max were making weren't his noises. Those were noises coming from deep inside. Deep inside him. Guttural noises that were wet and slippery and that slipped out of his mouth because they wanted to escape. Escaping noises is what they were. Every time his screams reached a peak, Delores shuddered. But she kept her focus on that spot on the floor. It was only when a droplet of blood hit that spit - hit that exact spot that she had her focus changed. She wished she hadn't seen that blood spatter. But she did and as she did she brought her eyes up. And then what she was seeing was making sense. She knew then why Max was making those terrible noises. She knew why he was making the kind of noises that she had never heard him make before. To Delores they were not masculine, man like noises. It sounded like his masculinity, his manhood had been taken off him. Ripped away from him. It sounded that with every twist of that 'thing' a little more of his manhood was taken away. It sounded like this woman was bitching Max without him being impaled on any kind of cock. It felt to Delores that this woman was carrying out her own imitable brand of 'bitching'. She was a woman and Pippa was a woman. Therefore they had something in common. Delores thought like a woman and she could think like a sadist bitch. There was an understanding there. A pure understanding of what Pippa was doing here. One couldn't be sure if understanding this woman was a help or not. It might have been better not to understand. Might have been better if she was blind in some way. But she wasn't. She knew and she understood this Pippa woman. And because she knew and understood she was embroiled in a different kind of torture.

"You like it don't you slut? You like what I'm doing to him. To 'it'?"

It had been what Delores had been dreading the most. The eye contact with the female sadist. That eye contact coming like a shock from within. And then the realisation that this woman's attention was now on her again. She didn't want to suffer any more. She couldn't suffer any more. If she agreed with Pippa maybe she would spare her. But that was something that she didn't know. She knew and understood this woman to a degree, but she didn't know or understand how much more she would want her to suffer. Pippa had been as competent in torturing her as she had Max, so she was not a man hating lesbian who targeted or tortured only men for fun. This was a complex mother fucker of a sadist who maybe could never be worked out even by so called experts.

"Y-yes. Yes I like it."

Delores's voice was tiny, small. There was fear and anxiety and despair dripping from her mouth with those words. It wasn't difficult for her to be convincing though because those nipples of hers, despite the caning, despite the torture, had retained an erection that was as abnormal as Max's erection under such duress. Delores's voice a quiet, mouse like squeak whereas before it would have been loud, confident, arrogant. Pippa would have been making mental notes. She would have been marking down in her mind how this woman had been broken. Making comparisons with how she had been when overseeing her rape. And how she was now. How she had been through the breaking process. Pippa smiled. She was a mess but she was a sexy mess. Nothing on except those stockings and heels that had belonged to Delores. They still belonged to Delores and yet at the same time they didn't. Somehow this woman Pippa had taken everything from Delores. Her dignity. Her pride. Her material possessions.

It was something that felt wrong and yet at the same time something that felt right at the same time. Those stockings, those heels, her flesh spotted and splattered with blood. A mixture of Max's blood and Delores's blood. She looked like a refugee from some kind of horror film. But at the same time she looked sexy. Oh so sexy. How sexy Pippa looked was the one and only thought that was in Delores's mind and she could have ended her own life because of that one thought, she shouldn't have been thinking like that, but she was. She was thinking this Pippa was so, so sexy. In a way she wished she was her. Or wished she could be like her. Maybe it was the inner survival instinct in her. Join forces with that woman and she would be saved from death. Or maybe saved from a fate worse than death. If she became as one with her, they may become lovers, or something. Delores was thinking with her mind racing. All the time thinking that it was too late for Max - somehow she knew that his days were numbered. Even his minutes were numbered. She couldn't save him so she had to think about herself. Getting herself out of this utter shit that she was in.

Delores heard herself whimper from between her lips as Pippa stopped screwing that sound into Max's cock and came closer to her. And when this younger woman kissed her on the lips there was another groaning whimper, this time into Pippa's mouth. Pippa sealed her lips to Delores's and she pressed in. It was like she was feeding off that groaning whimper. It was like she was tasting it. Tasting the despair there. And then she was reaching between the open legs of the woman and she was stroking the slit. Delores's sex slit was wet and it was slippery. She could feel her own wetness as Pippa stroked and as she kissed her. She wished that she wasn't wet but she was. She didn't know what was going on inside her head. This woman had done terrible, terrible things to her and yet here she was wet. Sexually wet and slippery. Pippa ploughed her fingers through the folds of her sex lips and inserted them a little bit. Not all the way in, just a little bit. And Delores sighed into the mouth of the sadist again. And again Pippa tasted her. She tasted this woman and then she broke the kiss. She broke the kiss to whisper,

"I know you want to be my lover Delores. I can feel it. I know it."

Pippa's voice was smoky, sexy. Delores must have felt that she was making progress. That she was going to come out of this alright after all. Ok, she was hurt, and she would never be the same again but she was coming out of it. There was light at the end of the tunnel. She must have felt like it was going to be ok after all. That she would lose Max in some hideous way or other, but that she could blag it. That she could play this sadistic fucked up bitch at her own game until she was in a position to get help. Until she was in a position to either destroy Pippa herself, or until she could alert the authorities in some way.

"Mmmmm yes. Yes please. Yes to be your lover mmmmmmm."

Delores offered her mouth for Pippa to kiss again and the female sadist did that. She kissed her deeply. Very deeply. Pippa's tongue slipping in, all the way into her mouth and Delores suckling on that tongue. Suckling on it in that submissive way. A way that would tell the sadist that she owned her. That she owned this older would be sadist. And Pippa kissed like she got that. She kissed this woman like she meant it. Like she was along for the ride. Like she was along for Delores's ride. That kiss seemed to go on for an age. It seemed to linger and for some reason it seemed to be a tender moment. A more than tender moment between the two. And then she moved away.

When the closed fist blow came to the side of Delores's head and face, the older woman was immediately stunned. She immediately didn't know what the fuck was going on. She was almost knocked off that chair. She had been barely able to save herself from the undignified fall to the floor. And in that split second, for some reason she knew that she had been rumbled. She knew that Pippa hadn't fallen for it at all. That caused a shock to take over her entire body, and mind. And that shock was a deep seated one. All of her worst fears coming true at the very same time. She had really believed that she could see a way out. That all she had to do was play this sadist's game. Pretend to be her lover. Get herself into a better position to get away. She was convinced that it was all falling into place. And now this.

"You Delores are a cunt if you think I'd fall for your shit. I know about survival instinct and all that you see. I know what a person will do to survive. I've been there. I've done it. I've got the T shirt you cunt. And if you think you are going to get out of this, alive or otherwise, you've got another think coming. I haven't even started with you yet. I'm dealing with Max because I want you to feel what he goes through before I come back to you."

There was that snarl in the voice of Pippa again. Not a snarl that manifested itself in any way across her face. Just one that came out in her rasping, almost hissing voice. She had been playing games with the woman. Lulling her into a false sense of security. Making Delores 'think' that she might get out of this thing. And then revelling in letting her know that that was not going to be the case at all. Delores just looked up at Pippa. She couldn't avoid that eye contact now. And Pippa's face was close to her own. The side of her face throbbed from the blow and she could feel the live swelling even as she looked up at Pippa. Their eyes were meeting and there was understanding there. Understanding from both sides. The only difference now was that from Delores, there was no hope there. There was no hope that she would be getting away any time soon. There was no hope at all.

"I'm s-sorry. Truly Pippa. Please let me go. Do Max, do him good and proper but please let me go."

It was Delores's last line of defence. A begging that she meant from the heart. From the soul. Pippa took in the warm breath of this woman and she tasted it. Then she hit her again, this time the other side of her face.