Enslaved (17 page)

'God, this is heaven!' he cried, grabbing her hips and shafting her for all he was worth. Her naked body jolting, her sensitive nipples brushing against the grass, heightening her arousal, she wondered what vulgar act her master would instruct her to commit next.

'Coming!' Dave suddenly gasped as his penis swelled, stretching her tight arse open further. Driving his throbbing knob deep into her rectal sheath, rocking her young body, he fucked her as hard as he could, taking her ever-closer to her own climax. His sperm jetting, lubricating the illicit union, Marianne grimaced as her neglected clitoris swelled and throbbed. Reaching between her open thighs, she massaged an exquisite orgasm from her pleasure-bud, gasping as the electrifying sensations shook her naked body.

Her cuntal sheath void, yearning to grip on the candle, Marianne imagined two penises thrusting into her young holes, fucking her, pumping her full of sperm. The picture forming in her mind, sustaining her orgasm, she rubbed her clitoris harder, faster, as Dave thrust his last thrust and stilled his trembling body.

His penis absorbing the inner heat of her bowels, he lay panting over her back as she brought out the last tremors of orgasm from her solid clitoris. Finally slowing her masturbating rhythm, she sensed his penis shrinking within her anal sheath.
Two cocks!
she thought, picturing the massive members driving into her inflamed holes.
Three cocks!
she laughed inwardly, her taste buds rousing at the thought of salty sperm gushing into her mouth, bathing her tongue.

Slipping his spent penis from her quivering body, Dave sat back on his heels, gazing at his slave's inflamed anal ring, the sperm oozing, running down her bottom-crease to her open vaginal entrance. Feeling uncomfortable with her face pressed against the grass, Marianne awaited her next instruction, wondering whether her master was into spanking or not.

'Roll over and lie on your back,' he instructed her as he stood up. Wondering what he was up to as he walked across the lawn to the garage, Marianne lay beneath the hot morning sun, her limbs spread, her hairless pussy lips swelling, her vaginal juices flowing.

Returning from the garage clutching several lengths of rope, a mallet and four short pieces of wood, Dave settled on the grass beside Marianne, grinning wickedly. Hammering the lengths of wood into the ground, he spread her limbs further and bound her wrists and ankles to the stakes. Her arms outstretched above her head, her legs wide, her naked body was totally defenceless, vulnerable to his every perverted whim.

Slipping his jeans off, Dave moved between Marianne's thighs, stabbing his once more solid knob between her gaping vaginal lips. 'Ah, that's good!' he murmured as his shaft drove deep into her tight, wet vagina. 'You're a bloody good fuck!'

Shafting her young body, ramming her cervix with his pistoning glans, he gazed longingly at her firm, rounded breasts, her elongated nipples. 'I've a surprise for you!' he gasped. 'A nice surprise in a minute!' Marianne felt her clitoris throb as her master leaned over her and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. Biting her brown milk bud, thrusting deep into her spasming vagina, she knew he was near to his second climax as her clitoris swelled against his massaging shaft. Wondering what he had in store for her as he bit harder on her nipple, she gasped as he suddenly withdrew his penis and knelt astride her breasts.

Positioning his girl-wet glistening shaft in her cleavage, he squashed her pert breasts together, crushing his hard penis. Rocking his hips, his wet organ sliding between her warm mammary spheres, his sperm jetted, spraying her neck, her chin. Lifting her head, Marianne opened her mouth, gasping at the sight of his purple glans throbbing in orgasm. Catching the male come with her tongue, she swallowed, licking her lips, savouring the salty liquid, praying that he'd move closer and thrust his knob deep into her hungry mouth.

Sensing her yearning, he moved up her body and pushed his jetting glans into her hot mouth. Closing her lips around her prize, Marianne licked and sucked, swallowing the last of his orgasmic spend as her master gasped and shuddered in his ecstasy. Running her tongue around his glans, Marianne prayed that he'd suck her clitoris into his mouth and bring her to her desperately needed climax. She craved orgasm now, the relief of sexual satisfaction, and almost begged him to masturbate her to a beautiful climax.

Withdrawing his penis, he sat beside his slave, admiring her breasts, gazing at his sperm glistening in the sunlight as it trickled down her chin, her neck. 'I expect you'd like to come,' he said, slipping his finger into her drenched pussy-hole and dragging her juices up her sex valley. Massaging her clitoris, stiffening her budlette, he grinned as she began to gasp. 'You want to come, don't you?' he asked, rubbing her erect nodule faster. 'You want your cunt to spew out your girlie-come and your clitty to pulsate with orgasms, don't you?' His words exciting her, taking her even closer to the summit of her sexual pleasure, she quivered, tossing her head from side to side as her tethered body became rigid with sex.

As her orgasms rose from her quivering womb and erupted in her throbbing clitoris, Marianne cried out, wailing as the waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through her tethered body, bathing her mind with lust. On and on the incredible waves crashed through her trembling flesh, bringing her the desperately needed sexual relief she craved.

'Don't stop!' she cried involuntarily. 'Please, don't stop!' Massaging faster, bringing out her pleasure, he grinned, gazing at her flushed face, her gasping mouth.

'Worth every penny!' he laughed as her climax began to decline, leaving her quivering, panting. Til be back for more

- once a week, I think!'

Her long blonde hair veiling the satisfaction on her pretty face, her nipples erect, aching to be sucked, her areolae a deep brown, Marianne lay staked to the ground in the wake of her beautifully enforced multiple orgasm. But she wanted more more anal intercourse, more orgasms. She craved to be spanked, to have her taut buttocks whipped, her young body abused again and again.

Releasing her naked body - to Marianne's disappointment

- Dave ordered her to get up and slip into her dressing gown. Buckling his jeans, he cleared away the evidence of bondage, storing the stakes and rope in the garage for his next visit. Seating her on the patio chair, he slipped into the kitchen, clicking his fingers and ordering her to wake up before dashing through the hall and making his escape through the front door.

Wandering into the house, her neck still wet with her master's sperm, Marianne took a flannel from the bathroom and cleansed herself, saddened that her exquisite sexual ordeal was over so soon.
But he
7/
be back!
she thought happily, drying her chin with a towel.
He
7/
be back for more and more! Hmm . . . under the floorboards
, she mused, grinning as she thought of grabbing the fifty pounds she'd earned. With fitted carpets throughout the house, she wondered where to start
I can't rip the carpets up!
she thought, wandering downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen floor looked promising, she decided, peeling a corner of the cushion flooring away from the wall. Discovering two loose boards, she grabbed a knife and prised them up. Her eyes smiling as she peered down the hole, she pulled out several magazines and a metal cash box. Placing her find on the table, she sat down, opening the box to take her hard-earned wages.

'Five hundred pounds!' she gasped, counting out the crisp notes. 'That'll do nicely!' Flicking through the magazines, she was disgusted, and simultaneously highly aroused, by the sight of three naked men with their penises firmly implanted in a young girl's orifices - her mouth, her vagina, her rectal sheath. Turning the page, she scrutinized the glossy, close-up photograph of a girl squatting over a man with his penis embedded in her vagina. Another man crouching low behind her had driven his solid member deep into her anal sheath, filling the girl's pelvic cavity.

Her womb fluttering at the obscene sight, Marianne prayed that she'd be 'hypnotized' and forced to endure such an incredible experience. 'Five hundred pounds!' she breathed, returning the magazines and replacing the boards. Stuffing the money into her dressing gown pocket, she wondered what Barry would think, what he'd do when he discovered the theft. 'That's his problem!' she laughed, climbing the stairs.

After a shower, Marianne dressed in her tight miniskirt and T-shirt, wondering how to spend the rest of the day as she made herself a ham salad.
Better not go on a shopping spree!
she mused, slipping the money into her bag as the phone rang.

'Hallo,' Marianne said, brushing her hair back and pressing the receiver to her ear.

'Marianne, it's me - Jonathan Brooke-Smith.'

'Oh, hi, Jonathan!'

'I was wondering whether you'd given any consideration to my proposal?'

'Er... Actually, I've been rather busy so ...'

'Do you have a car?'

'A car? Er.. . Barry has but I haven't.'

'There you are, then! A Mercedes, how does that sound?'

'It sounds great but.. .'

'Come over to my offices now and we'll talk about money.'

'Well, I... I really don't know.'

'I'll send a cab to get you - about ten minutes, OK?'

'Yes, all right.'

'See you soon, then.'

'OK.'

Replacing the receiver, Marianne's heart leaped.
A Mercedes!
she thought, imagining Barry's face when she told him the news. But Brooke-Smith would want more than a personal assistant in return for a car like that, she was well aware.

Slipping her panties off, she grabbed her bag and waited outside the house for the cab to arrive. The breeze cooling her naked vaginal lips, she grinned, picturing herself taking dictation with her pussy-crack on display. Brooke-Smith would enjoy fucking her shaved pussy as she lay across his desk! Her juices coursing down her naked thighs, her stomach somersaulted as she pictured herself being screwed to orgasm by her boss.

The cab journey only took ten minutes. Marianne looked up at the huge office block.
Quite a set-up!
she thought as she walked across the car park and entered the building. Asking the receptionist to tell Brooke-Smith that she'd arrived, she couldn't believe that he owned such a business.
Plenty of money!
she thought happily.

Lifting a phone, the receptionist announced Marianne's arrival. 'Please take a seat,' she said, replacing the phone. 'Mr Brooke-Smith will be down in a minute.' Making herself comfortable in a huge armchair, Marianne thought of Barry, wondering what he'd say if he knew that she was visiting Brooke-Smith - knickerless!

Wearing a pinstriped suit, pale blue shirt and old school tie, Brooke-Smith walked over to Marianne. Grinning, his hand outstretched as she rose to her feet, he eyed her firm breasts ballooning her tight top. 'This way,' he said warmly, taking her hand and leading her through a door. Climbing the stairs, aware of her naked pussy, Marianne followed her potential boss, her potential master, to his office.

'A drink?' he asked, closing the door behind her.

'Thank you,' she replied, looking around the huge room. 'You have a very nice office,' she said admiringly, gazing at the expensive furnishing. 'More like a lounge!'

'Spending most of my life in this room, it's nice to have pleasant surroundings. Sit down,' he invited, waving his hand at a leather Chesterfield. 'There you are,' he smiled. 'Vodka and lime - that is right, isn't it?'

'Yes, you have a good memory!'

'And you have a very beautiful body, if you don't mind me saying so,' he complimented her, his gaze transfixed by her shapely thighs.

If only he knew the word!
she thought as she sipped her drink. 'You're very flattering, Jonathan!' she giggled, her blue eyes sparkling.

'No, I mean it! Marianne, Barry came to see me this morning,' he enlightened her as he sat beside her. 'Things aren't good between you two, are they?'

'Er... Well...'

'I probably shouldn't say anything, but I can see that you're not happy.'

'I'm happy enough, I suppose.'

'When I came to dinner, I told you that I was married. Actually, I'm divorced.'

'Why are you telling
me?'
she asked, aware of her clitoris swelling, her vaginal juices flowing as she parted her thighs a little.

'I don't want you thinking that I'm .. . Anyway, as I said, Barry came to see me. He was talking about you, Marianne. I know that he's always after contracts, but I would never have imagined that he'd go so far as to ... He offered me an hour with you in exchange for...'

'Yes, I thought he'd do that before long!' she sighed.

'So, you know what he's been doing?'

'Yes, I know
exactly
what he's been doing.'

'Do you know that he's been using your trigger word?' he asked.

'There
is
no trigger word,' she confessed. 'The whole thing started as a joke. I led Barry to believe that there was a word that would send me into a hypnotic trance every time I heard it. I thought it would be fun! But, it seems, Barry has things other than fun planned for me!'