Enslaved (12 page)

As he left the room to search the garage again, she wondered whether to make out that she'd somehow come out of her trance. About to stand up and pull her skirt over her buttocks, she heard Barry close the back door. Her heart racing, her hands trembling, she desperately tried to stand, but her muscles seemed to lock.
I must have cramp!
she thought as she tried again to bring her body upright.

'Now then!' Barry grinned as he parted her bottom-orbs to reveal her small hole. 'Let's give this a try!' Stretching her buttocks further apart, he presented the rounded end of a screwdriver handle to her brown portal. Pushing and twisting to the accompaniment of Marianne's whimpers, he realized that he'd never drive the shaft deep into her bowels without a lubricant.

Opening the fridge door, Barry plunged the screwdriver handle into the butter dish. 'That should do it!' he cried as he splayed her taut buttocks again. Easing the handle past her defending muscles, he grinned as he slipped inch after inch into her trembling body. 'It's not bloody thick enough!' he moaned, slipping the shaft out.

Please, God, no!
Marianne prayed as Barry opened a cupboard and took out a huge Christmas candle.

'This is more like it!' he enthused, thrusting the waxen shaft into the butter. 'It's a good two inches in diameter with a perfectly rounded end!'

Tensing her muscles as Barry pushed the end of the candle past her tight anal ring, she gasped as her hole opened, slowly stretching to accommodate the progressively thickening shaft. 'This is ideal!' Barry cried, watching her brown tissue yield as he pushed the candle in further.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Marianne gritted her teeth as the cone-shaped end of the candle disappeared into her tight bottom-hole, her brown tissue now expanding fully to take the smooth, two-inch-thick shaft. 'I reckon you could take three inches!' Barry tormented the girl as he pushed the candle deeper into her stretching rectal sheath. 'Or four, even!'

Gasping, grimacing, as the solid candle sank further into her bowels, Marianne was amazed by her heightening arousal. The lewd sensations were heavenly, she had to admit, as Barry twisted and turned the waxen phallus, pushing it ever deeper into her defenceless young body.

'This sort of thing will sell my dirty videos!' he laughed, standing back and gazing at the thick candle emerging from between the girl's inflamed buttocks. 'Yes, the more

perverted, the better! And now for your cunt!'

Taking a wine bottle from the fridge, Barry knelt behind Marianne and parted her bulging cuntal lips, exposing the glistening pink flesh surrounding her wet vaginal entrance. 'Yes, I reckon your cunt can take a wine bottle!' he laughed, presenting the thick end of the bottle to his vulnerable girlfriend's gaping hole.

Her bottom-sheath painfully stretched, Marianne couldn't believe what Barry was trying to do as her vaginal lips rolled along the wine bottle as it entered her sex-cavern. The filling sensation within her young pelvis was incredible, and she gasped and writhed as the bottle finally pressed against her cervix.

'My God!' Barry breathed. 'I've never seen anything like that before! I wouldn't have believed it unless I'd seen it with my own eyes! This is great for the videos. They'll sell like fucking hot cakes!'

Grimacing, Marianne couldn't believe it, either! She thought she'd split open as Barry began thrusting the bottle in and out of her bloated vagina. Her clitoris massaged by the wet bottle, she quivered as her orgasm rose from her womb and erupted from her solid pleasure-bud.

'Coming!' she wailed as her climax rocked her young body. Her anal sphincter gripping the candle, her vaginal muscles rhythmically tightening around the bottle, she reached hitherto unknown heights of sexual ecstasy, crying out her pleasure, shaking uncontrollably in her new-found obscenity.

Thrusting the candle in time with the bottle, Barry fucked her love-holes, jolting her body as he drove the phalluses between her legs, delighting at the lewdness of his wanton act of abuse.

Finally slowing his rhythm as Marianne shuddered in the wake of her incredible climax, Barry gazed at her sensitive brown flesh stretched tightly around the candle. Wondering whether she could take a larger phallus or not, he slipped the bottle from her inflamed vagina. Twisting and gently pulling on the candle, he withdrew the wax shaft from her tight hole as she gasped with sheer sexual bliss.

'How about having the wine bottle up your arse?' he quipped. Marianne could take no more, let alone the wine bottle! Rolling off the chair, she lay on the floor, her legs wide, her holes sore, aching from the crude thrusting. Her breathing slowing as Barry ordered her to stand up, she prayed that her ordeal was finally over.

'Sort your knickers out and pull your skirt down,' he ordered her, clearing away the evidence of his debauched act before sitting at the table, wondering when to start filming. Following his instructions, Marianne adjusted her clothing and sat opposite, opening her eyes as he clicked his fingers.

Her anal duct aching, her vaginal juices decanting into her bulging panties, she tried to make herself comfortable on the chair as she gazed into Barry's dark eyes. 'I feel strange,' she said, wriggling on the chair. 'I must go to the doctor for a check-up.'

'What's the problem, love?' he asked, feigning concern.

'I don't know. I feel funny, between my legs, inside my bum.'

'Perhaps you've been sitting on damp grass or something. Anyway, I'm going out to the garage to ... to tidy up. It's a right mess out there!'

'Oh, by the way, I'm thinking of going out this evening -you'd nothing planned, had you?' Marianne asked as he neared the back door.

'Er.. . Actually. .. Where are you going?'

'I thought I'd go and see Jill.'

'Why not ask her round here? I'm going out to see a client so I won't be in your way.'

'All right, I'll do that.'

'Good. I'll go and clear the garage up. See you in a while.'

Alone at last, Marianne massaged between her legs, desperate for her holes, her stretched muscles, to return to their original size. Standing up to ease the discomfort, she tried to formulate her plan, her plan to leave Barry.

But how do I ensure that I can still play my games with Jill and Lydia?
she wondered. Word must never get out that she'd been conning everyone! 'Decision time!' she breathed, opening the back door. 'Barry!' she called, walking round the side of the house. Finding him working at the bench in the garage, she took a deep breath. 'Barry, I want to talk to you!' she said sternly.

'What about?' he asked, trying to conceal whatever it was he was constructing.

'I want to talk to you about us, our relationship,' she began.

'Our relationship?' he echoed, his dark eyes frowning. 'Our relationship's OK, isn't it?'

'Things have changed, Barry. I don't want to carry on the way we ...'

'Juxtaposition.'

Her heart racing, her stomach churning, Marianne desperately tried to move her body, to put an end to the ridiculous farce - but she couldn't move. Her muscles wouldn't respond, she was unable to speak. To her horror, the trigger word seemed to have worked!

'Our relationship is fine,' Barry smiled, staring into her glazed eyes. 'There's nothing to worry about, you're perfectly happy with me - and you want to stay with me. You're desperately in love with me, Marianne, remember that! Now, I'll bring you out of the trance and you can go and make me a sandwich and a cup of coffee.'

As Barry clicked his fingers, Marianne's power over her body returned immediately. Stunned, she said nothing as she left the garage. Closing the back door behind her, her heart pounding, her legs sagging, she leaned on the kitchen table to steady herself. 'No, it must have been my imagination!' she tried to convince herself. 'The word doesn't really work! It can't!'

As Barry entered the kitchen, Marianne turned-to face him, praying for him to say the word again, desperate to prove to herself that it
had
been her imagination. 'I'll make you a sandwich,' she smiled, her legs still shaking, her palms wet. 'What are you up to in the garage?'

'Juxtaposition!'

Her arms hanging limply by her sides, again, Marianne had no control over her young body. Her thoughts swirling, she realized that now the word actually worked. Although her thinking was clear, she was in some sort of hypnotic trance.

'I'm making some devices, sex-toys and the like, for the filming sessions,' Barry said as he squeezed her firm breasts and kissed her cheek. 'We're going to be in the money!' he laughed. 'And the beauty of the whole thing is that you'll know nothing about it! Just think, you'll be a porn queen, watched by hundreds, thousands of men - and you'll know nothing about it!'

Unable to speak, to protest, Marianne could do nothing to halt Barry as he knelt before her and lifted her skirt. Pulling her panties down, he gazed at her hairless, swollen vaginal lips, her neat dividing groove, her emerging inner petals.

'Mine, all mine!' he said triumphantly, planting a kiss on her warm mound. 'Your cunt, your whole body - all mine to do with as I wish, when I wish! Going on that hypnosis course was the best thing you ever did! And to think that I moaned about the money it cost! It was the best few hundred quid I ever spent!'

Her mind racked, her body completely immobile, deprived of her defences, Marianne gasped as Barry pushed a finger between her vaginal lips. Delving deep into her tightening pussy-sheath, he massaged her inner flesh, delighting at the power he had over the girl.

'The vibrator!' he suddenly cried. 'Come upstairs to the bedroom, and you can masturbate while I watch!' Slipping his finger from her tight hole, he stood up. 'Up you go, you dirty slut!' he ordered excitedly. 'I'm really going to use you, your beautiful cunt!'

Seemingly having a mind of their own, Marianne's legs automatically climbed the stairs and carried her to the bedroom. 'Take all your clothes off,' Barry instructed, grabbing the vibrator from the bedside drawer. Her hands mechanically removing her top, unclipping her bra and freeing her pert breasts, Marianne couldn't halt her disrobing. 'Right, now lie on the bed with your legs wide apart!' he demanded as she slipped her skirt and panties off.

Her naked body vulnerable, she lay on the bed with her legs outstretched, her pinken girl-crack wide open. 'Now use the vibrator and bring yourself off!' Barry directed his sex slave, passing her the pink plastic phallus as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'This will be a trial run, a rehearsal before the filming.'

Switching the device on, Marianne peeled her vaginal lips apart, exposing her glistening flesh, her stiffening clitoris. Pressing the buzzing tip of the vibrator against her pleasure-bud, the sensations immediately transmitting deep into her womb, she gasped. 'Ah, ah, God! God, my cunt!' She had no control over her uncharacteristic words - all she could do was listen to herself as she breathed her appreciation for her young body. 'That's good! Ah, yes! I love masturbating! God, how I love the vibrator against my clit!'

'Perfect!' Barry cried. 'You're going to be a movie star! And I'm going to be fucking rich!'

Her fear and confusion slipping away as the vibrator made her throbbing clitoris swell, Marianne reached beneath her thighs with her free hand and slipped two fingers into her drenched vagina. Thrusting her fingers in and out of her tight hole as the vibrator played on her ballooning clitoris, she began to writhe and pant as her orgasm approached.

Wailing as her climax gripped her, Marianne shook uncontrollably. 'God, I'm there!' she cried, her stomach rising and falling, her firm breasts heaving. 'God, I'm coming!' Watching the amazing spectacle, Barry massaged his huge bulge, wondering in which hot orifice to deposit his sperm. Unzipping his trousers, he positioned his rock-hard penis, his bulbous purple knob close to Marianne's gasping mouth and ordered her to suck.

Opening her full red lips wider, she took his solid knob inside her hot mouth, licking his silky-smooth glans as the vibrator sustained her multiple orgasm. Mouthing like a babe at the breast, her wet lips tightly closed around his throbbing crown, she brought out his sperm, savouring the salty fluid, swallowing hard as her cheeks filled.

Her own climax declining, she moved her head back and forth, taking Barry's knob to the back of her throat and withdrawing the solid glans again. Drinking the last of his jetting come, she suddenly realized that she was back in control. She had the free will to move, to command her limbs. As she slipped Barry's spent knob from her mouth, she frowned.
I must have convinced myself that the word really works!
she thought surprisedly, gazing up at the satisfaction so obviously depicted in Barry's expression.

Barry finally climbed off the bed, zipping his trousers and gazing at Marianne's dripping vaginal crack, the creamy lubricant smeared over her smooth pussy lips. 'That's enough for now,' he said. 'We'll have some fun this evening. Did you ask Jill round?'

'No,' she breathed, happy to be in control again, but still perplexed as to what had happened.

'Do it the minute you get downstairs. I'll postpone Dave. Shame, really, he'd offered me fifty pounds for a couple of hours with you. Right, get dressed and come downstairs.'

As Barry left the room, Marianne smiled. Whatever had happened to her during the frightening time she'd been unable to exert her conscious will wouldn't happen again, she was sure.
A quirk, a fluke,
she decided as she dressed.
My subconscious playing tricks on me.