Enslaved (10 page)

Shaking her head and bitmg her lip despairingly, Marianne was about to decline the offer. She'd had more than enough sex for one day! But, hearing another girl giggling in the background, her heart leapt at the thought of being attended by two young lesbians.

'Give me half an hour or so,' she replied. 'I'll have a quick shower and then come over.'

'Great!' Jill responded excitedly. 'I've a friend here I want you to meet.'

'Really? Who's that?'

'Just a girlfriend. See you soon, and be quick!'

Somewhat anxious to see me!
Marianne laughed inwardly as she replaced the receiver, wondering again what it would be like to have two young girls attending her naked body.
Anxious to see me naked!
Suddenly remembering Barry saying that he'd ask John to call round that evening, Marianne held her hand to her mouth and gasped. 'I'm nothing more than a sex object! God, this is getting way out of hand!'

Arriving at Jill's flat wearing a red suede miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse, Marianne found herself torn, yet again, between her new way of life, the incredible sex, and her old boring but comfortable and secure existence. But when Jill opened the door, her pretty, angelic face beaming, her firm young breasts pert, ballooning her tight top, Marianne knew that she had to enter the flat and experience a lesbian threesome.
I might never have the chance again,
she mused as she followed Jill into the lounge.
Opportunities don't always come twice.

'Marianne, this is Lydia,' Jill introduced her friend. Smiling, her heart fluttering, Marianne shook the beautiful young girl's hand. In her late teens, with long black hair and deep, dark eyes radiating a child-like innocence, the girl appealed to Marianne - certainly her curvaceous body appealed to Marianne.

Lydia's legs were long, shapely, her thighs unblemished in youth. Her red leather microskirt barely covering the swell of her panties as she stood with her feet apart, jufting her hips forward, she radiated an uncanny sexual charisma that Marianne had never encountered before. But were the dark mirrors of her soul reflecting innocence? Marianne wondered, gazing into the girl's eyes. Or was there a powerful sexual desire twinkling there? A lesbian sexual desire lurking?

'Pleased to meet you,' Marianne replied warmly. Turning to Jill, she smiled sweetly. 'So, how are you?'

'I'm fine! I wanted you to meet Lydia because . . . Juxtaposition.'

Already?
Marianne thought with some surprise as she stared into space, her arms limp, her body still.

'There, what did I tell you?' Jill giggled. 'She's hypnotized, and she'll do anything we ask!'

'That's incredible!' Lydia gasped as she stood before Marianne and squeezed her firm breasts. 'With the power we have over her, we could do absolutely anything to her!'

'Exactly! Let's get her to strip off.'

'How do you know she's not pretending to ...'

'She's not pretending! She's not like us, she's only into men, so there's no way she'd consciously allow me to do what I did to her the other day.'

'She's very pretty, isn't she? Very sensual, very sexy,' Lydia grinned.

'She is, and she's got a lovely hot, wet pussy! Right, here goes - Marianne, take your clothes off.'

Her excitement rising, Marianne unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her red lace bra to her wide-eyed spectators. Again, a powerful feeling of complete submission engulfed her. Although enacting the role of obedient sex slave perfectly, she was the totally innocent participant, she reminded herself.

Her firm breasts thrusting proudly from her bra cups as she undipped the flimsy garment, she gazed at her brown milk-buds, delighting as they grew and stood erect from her areolae. But the most exciting part of her unrobing was yet to come. As she unzipped her tight skirt and wriggled the garment down her shapely thighs, a thrilling wave of arousal rolled though her contracting womb. Kicking her skirt aside, she stood before the girls with only her thin red panties concealing her most intimate place.

Lydia moved closer to Marianne and sucked her nipple into her hot mouth, causing her sex slave to gasp with delight. 'Suck the other one!' Lydia cried, turning to Jill. With her nipples simultaneously sucked into hot female mouths, Marianne closed her eyes, revelling in the beautiful sensations of lesbian lust.

Til rip her panties off!' Lydia giggled excitedly as she slipped Marianne's teat from her mouth and knelt before the girl. 'Keep biting her nipples - bite them hard!' she instructed Jill. Lydia was obviously the dominant partner, Marianne thought as Jill sank her teeth into her nipple, causing her to wince with mingled pain and pleasure.

Her young womb quivering, sending electrifying tremors through her pelvis as her mistress tugged her panties down, Marianne breathed heavily. Never had she known such sexual stimulation, such terrific heights of arousal, such a craving to have her body intimately attended by two young girls -two lesbians.

'What's she like at eating pussy?' Lydia asked Jill impishly 'As good as you, I hope!'

'I don't know, I didn't get that far with her. Anyway, if she's no good, we can always train her!'

'I'll do the training! God, she's got beautiful, fleshy cunny-pads!' Lydia shrieked, squeezing each outer vaginal lip in turn. 'When we've got her worked up and begging for it, I'll order her to give me a good licking!'

The words of sapphism echoing through her mind, Marianne realized that, as a sex slave, she would not only have her naked body intimately attended, but she herself would be called upon to attend her mistresses' innermost needs. The realization sinking in, she tried to imagine slipping her tongue between another girl's vaginal lips, lapping up another girl's slippery cuntal lubricant.

As Lydia's finger slipped between Marianne's inner lips and drove deep into her hot sex-sheath, Marianne gasped, her legs sagging as the pleasure crept over her trembling flesh to bathe her entire body in lust. A second finger slipped into her wet vagina, stretching the pinken flesh, sending another wave of lust through her naked body.

'Undress me!' Lydia demanded as she slipped her fingers from Marianne's hot sheath and stood up. Her voice was harsh, almost menacing, Marianne mused fearfully. She was, indeed, a dominant young lady! Moving to the sofa, Jill grinned, watching as Marianne followed her instructions and pulled Lydia's T-shirt over her head.

'God, look at her bum!' Jill shrieked, noticing the crimson flesh, the pink weals fanning out across her taut bottom-cheeks. 'She's been whipped!'

'Must have been her boyfriend!' Lydia laughed. '77/ give her a bloody good spanking later! I'll spank her so hard that she'll wet herself! And now, slave, take my bra off!' Unclipping the garment and peeling the cups away from the girl's pert breasts, Marianne gazed in awe at her elongated nipples, her dark areola discs.

'Well, aren't you going to take my skirt off?' Lydia goaded. Kneeling before her mistress, Marianne tugged the girl's leather skirt down, exposing her bulging pink panties. 'Well, go on, then!' Lydia urged as she stepped out of her skirt. 'Behave like a dirty little lesbian for me! Pull my knickers down!'

Taking the elasticated waistband between her fingers and thumbs, Marianne peeled the silky material away from Lydia's mound, her eyes opening wide as she realized that the girl had shaved her pubic hair. Further she pulled the material down, exposing Lydia's soft, silky-smooth pussy lips, her opening sex-groove. A little more, and the girl's pinken inner lips came into view, emerging from her sex-valley like two small tongues.

'You're doing well for a beginner!' Lydia purred as Marianne pulled her panties down to her ankles. 'Now, I want you to kiss me, kiss my pussy,' she grinned, standing with her feet as wide apart as she could, her pussy-slit opening to reveal her glistening inner flesh.

Tentatively moving closer to her mistress's gaping vaginal crack, Marianne planted a kiss on the soft swell of her warm mound. Breathing in the heady scent of the girl's moistening groove, she moved down and kissed each puffy outer lip in turn.

'Lick me, slave!' Lydia ordered as Jill stood up and slipped her skirt down. 'Do as I say and lick me all over, my pussy lips, my thighs - lick me all over!'

Hesitantly pushing her tongue out, Marianne tasted the girl's soft mound. Working down, she licked the smooth skin of her vaginal lips, the creases at the tops of her thighs. As

Jill moved behind her and cupped her buttocks, Marianne felt a jolt of excitement run through her pelvis. The time had come to lick her mistress's sex-groove, to push her tongue right out and taste her lubricious vaginal offering.

As Jill's finger located Marianne's tight bottom-hole, encircling the sensitive tissue, tantalizing her there before the inevitable penetration, Marianne peeled open Lydia's creamy sex-groove with her thumbs and licked from the bottom to the top of her yawning cunny-slit. Her taste buds alive with her first-ever sampling of girl-juice, she lost herself in her debauchery, lapping fervently at the flesh-folds, savouring the aphrodisiacal female nectar.

Jill's finger twisting, pushing, entering her tight anal sheath, Marianne gasped, mouthing and sucking on her mistress's wet cuntal flesh, breathing in her maiden-fragrance, taking her ever-closer to her orgasm with her darting tongue.

'You've a lovely tight bottom!' Jill breathed as her finger drove deeper into Marianne's rectum, waking sleeping nerve endings there.

'She's got a nice tongue, too!' Lydia gasped as her clitoris swelled in response to the sweeping female tongue. 'Ah, yes, that's it! Lick me just.. . just there!' she stammered as her budling throbbed deliciously in her slave's fervent mouth.

Suddenly, images of Barry loomed in Marianne's swirling mind.
If only he could see me now!
she giggled inwardly as she worked on Lydia's flowering clitoris. She knew that she had Barry to thank for her new-found sexual deviance and, again, she promised herself that she'd give him the lesbian show of his life.

'Come ... coming!' Lydia cried in her shuddering as her clitoris ballooned. The rock-hard nodule pressing against her hot tongue, Marianne sucked and licked until the girl sang out in her lesbian coming. 'Ah, ah! Oh! Oh, God!' she wailed, her body shaking violently in the grip of her multiple orgasm.

Marianne sustained the girl's pleasure by fingering her spasming vaginal sheath and licking her pulsating clitoris faster and harder. Her own clitoris swelling in response to Jill's beautiful anal fingering, Marianne could barely believe that she was locked between two naked lesbians. But there was better to come, she mused, picturing a girl licking between her own sex-folds as she reciprocated.
Lesbian sixty-nine!
she thought excitedly as her neglected cumbud grew ever nearer to its climax, yearning for a caressing female finger -a female tongue.

Lydia finally collapsed to the floor in a shuddering heap, whimpering, writhing as her pleasure receded. Slipping her finger from Marianne's bottom-sheath, Jill ordered the girl to lie on her back with her limbs spread. Complying, Marianne sensed her clitoris tingling with anticipation, her vaginal muscles tightening in readiness to grip on a thrusting feminine finger.

'God, she's good!' Lydia gasped, her hands between her thighs, her fingers toying with her inner lips, twisting and pulling on her sensitive rubicund sex-folds.

'I told you we'd have some fun with her!' Jill replied. 'This trigger word of hers is going to bring us as much lezzie sex as we want! And
when
we want it!'

'Why not get a man round so that we can watch her being fucked?' Lydia laughed wickedly.

'That's a good idea! Yes, that's a brilliant idea! But for now, we have her to ourselves, so let's get on with it.'

'Jill,' Lydia murmured pensively, a wicked glint in her eyes as if she'd just dreamed up the most depraved act they could commit on their naked slave. 'Let's shave the bitch's cunt.'

'Shave her? But she'd . . . she'd have to explain it to Barry, her boyfriend! She'd realize that someone had used the trigger word and ...'

'So? It would be a laugh! Imagine her discovering that her pubes have gone! Anyway, you'd like her pussy shaved, wouldn't you? You like my pussy shaved so ...'

'We have to be careful, Lydia! You can't be too naughty with her! Try and control your...'

'I'll decide what we do or don't do, Jill!' Lydia reprimanded angrily.

'All right. Go and get your cream and we'll do it. God knows what she'll think when she discovers that she's naked between her legs - but we'll do it!'

Marianne lay on the floor listening to her mistresses talking about her as if she was no more than an object, a soulless naked body to be used for their lesbian pleasure. But the thought of having her pussy shaved excited her immensely. Imagining her mound, her vaginal lips devoid of hair, smooth and soft. Her heart fluttered.

Barry would blame John! she concluded. Again, Barry's sinful behaviour would backfire on him! But would it? she wondered. Barry delighted in watching his girlfriend, once his true love, being sexually abused by another man, so he'd probably be turned on by the thought of Marianne being shaved. But would his jealousy finally win the day? When he saw Marianne's naked love lips and the reality of her debauched infidelity had sunk in, would his jealousy soar out of control?
Sod Barry!
she thought as Lydia settled between her outstretched legs and smeared the depilating cream over her mons, her veil of blonde curls.