Enslaved (25 page)

Visibly stunned, Barry gazed open-mouthed at Marianne as she flopped onto the sofa. Never before had she lost her temper, never until now had she raised her voice in anger. But now? Gazing into the fire reflected in her usually misty blue eyes, Barry began to wonder whether he really knew her or not.

The tables are turning!
Marianne mused, reading Barry's thoughts as he tentatively offered his apology by way of a pathetically weak smile.
The bloody tables are turning!
Although she knew only too well that it was she who was still ultimately under his control. But, there again, she wondered why he was offering his apologetic smile. Why not just use the magical word and admonish her, whip her, tell her never to leave the house again?

'I've been worried, Marianne,' he said softly, sitting down opposite. 'You keep going out and I never know where you are or when you're coming back.'

'It's summer, Barry. I enjoy the sun, going for walks in the park.
You
should get out more, exercise more.'

'I phoned several times today and there was no answer. You must have been for a hell of a long walk! Have you contacted Brooke-Smith and turned down the job offer yet?'

'Turned it down? Why would I turn it down?'

'I told you -1 know what sort of personal assistant Brooke-Smith wants! Anyway, I've had some bad news.'

'Oh, what's that?'

'Saunders has fired me.'

'Oh, no! But why?'

'It's a long story. He gave me a month's notice but I decided to ...'

'In that case, I need Brooke-Smith's job now more than ever!'

'There's more bad news, I'm afraid. I had five hundred pounds stashed away, and it's gone.'

'Five hundred? You didn't tell me!'

'I... I was keeping it for the honeymoon.'

'Where did it come from?'

'Here and there, fiddles, things like that.'

'Where was it?'

'In the kitchen, well out of sight.'

'God, has anything else been taken?'

'No, fortunately!'

'I'll
have
to work for Brooke-Smith now!'

'No, you won't. I've one or two ideas up my sleeve, so we'll be all right, financially. I've been planning to set up my own business for some time now.'

'What sort of business?'

'Er.. . as an advertising consultant. I've several clients already.'

Yes, I know you have!
'I saw Christine on my way home this evening,' Marianne grinned - she lied.

'What's that got to do with it?'

'She said that Alan had popped out for a while and had come back in a foul mood! Apparently, he'd been to see someone, something to do with business, and they'd let him down. Perhaps you could ask him if he needs ...'

'I've already spoken to Alan about it. He's very interested.'

'It's a competitive world, Barry. If you let people down the way Alan was let down, you'll get nowhere.'
If only he knew that I knew that he. . .

'I realize that!'

'Apparently, he'd paid up front for a business service of some sort, and whoever it was didn't come up with the goods. Christine was saying that Alan was about to send several other people along to his business contact, but now he's in two minds about it.'

Wincing, Barry checked his watch. Marianne glanced at the wall clock, wondering whether Barry would ring Alan and tell him that the goods were now available. 'You shouldn't leave money lying around the house, Barry. Five hundred pounds! Anyway, no doubt you'll soon be able to replace it.'

'\fes, and sooner than you think! I'm going to change the locks, just in case someone's got a key.'

'No one would have a key! They probably got in through a window or something. Anyway, I'm going to have a bath,' she announced as she stood up. 'I won't be long.'

Lurking on the landing, Marianne grinned as Barry lifted the phone and rang Alan. 'She's here, come round now,' he whispered. 'Yes, I know - I said that I was sorry Alan! Yes, she's definitely here now. Of course she won't go out, it's half past ten! All right, ten minutes.'

Leaving the door unlocked and running her bath, Marianne slipped out of her clothes and immersed her naked body in the hot water, wondering what Barry would do when Alan arrived only to discover that she was in the bath. Shaving the stubble from her mound, her soft vaginal lips, her mind swirling, she thought about locking the door and lying with her head under the water. She'd not be able to hear the magical word, and Barry wouldn't be able to get in. Alan would storm out of the house, let down yet again!

'Juxtaposition!' Barry called as he opened the bathroom door. 'There she is, all ready for you!' he laughed, showing Alan in.

'God, she's got a good body!'Alan said, admiring her gentle feminine curves, her crevices. 'She's shaved her fanny!'

'She likes it that way! She's a right tart, I'll tell you! Is it still only her mouth you want, or has the sight of her schoolgirl cunt tempted you to pay for more?'

'Only her mouth. I don't have much time, what with Christine waiting for me. Tomorrow evening, I might be persuaded to slip my knob up her tight cunt, though! Christine's going out with friends, so I'll have plenty of time.'

Til work out a price for you. Anyway, I'll leave you to it.'

As Barry closed the door, Alan stood by the bath and ordered Marianne to kneel. Sitting up and positioning her naked body before her master, she awaited the inevitable.

Unzipping his jeans, he presented her with his erect penis, pulling the loose skin back to expose his solid glans to her misty blue eyes.

'Suck it, whore!' he ordered crudely. Taking his shaft in her wet hand, she opened her mouth and engulfed his knob, running her tongue over the silky-smooth surface to the accompaniment of his gasps. 'Ah, that's good!' he breathed, slipping his knob deeper into her hot mouth and withdrawing again. 'Keep still!' he instructed. 'Keep your head still and I'll fuck your mouth!'

His hips swinging back and forth, his knob gliding in and out of her hot mouth, over her pink tongue, he clung to her head. 'You're a dirty little whore!' he gasped. 'I'm going to spunk over your tongue. I'm going to ... Ah, God, that's good!'

Clinging to the side of the bath as his thrusts jolted her naked body, Marianne eagerly awaited his male come, impatient to savour the product of his orgasm. Her breasts bouncing as he rammed his knob harder against the back of her throat, she felt her clitoris swell, desperate for relief.

'Coming!' he cried as his shaft inflated and his knob throbbed. Spurting his jism into her mouth, bathing her tongue, splattering the back of her throat, he grimaced, thrusting his pulsating organ even harder. Almost choking on the salty liquid, Marianne breathed through her nose, her eyes open wide as her master gripped her head harder, using her mouth as if it were her vaginal sheath. His seemingly never-ending cascade of sperm filling her cheeks, running down her chin and dripping onto her pert breasts, Marianne felt sexually exhilarated.

Although she desperately wanted control over her young body, to fake her hypnotic state, she was deriving immense pleasure from servicing Alan. As his orgasmic flow ceased, again, she reminded herself of her innocence. Here she was, taking another man's knob into her mouth, swallowing his jetting sperm - but she was completely innocent.

'Now lick me clean!' Alan demanded, slipping his wet knob from the heat of her abused mouth. Taking his shaft in her hand, she pushed out her tongue, licking, cleaning the purple bulb, lapping up the residue of sperm from his veined tool. Without so much as a word of thanks, of appreciation for her part in the lewd act, Alan zipped his jeans and left the bathroom.

Still under the hypnotic spell, Marianne couldn't move, couldn't immerse her young body in the hot water to rinse away the sperm glistening on her firm breasts, her erect nipples. Barry finally entered the room and ordered her to lie down before bringing her out of her trance. Sitting on the stool, he smiled as she looked about her.

'What's that?' he asked, pointing to the jellyfish-like sperm clinging to her breasts, swirling in the water as if alive, waiting for passing food.

'Soap, I expect,' she replied, gazing at the mother-of-pearl creature spiralling in the lapping water. Taking the soap, Marianne cleansed her breasts, washing away Alan's sperm as Barry looked on.

Would
he
demand her mouth now, she wondered as he gazed longingly at her young body. Would he pump his sperm deep into her mouth? Or was he waiting until she went to bed before using and abusing her?
Two knobs coming in my mouth would be fun!
she found herself thinking as she savoured the remnants of Alan's come lingering on her tongue.

'So you're out of work,' she said, catching his amorous gaze as she parted her fleshy pussy lips and massaged soap between her pinken folds.

'Yes, I am. But I'm going to earn a hell of a lot of money! I've made something, in the garage.'

'Oh, what's that?'

'I'll show you tomorrow - it's to do with my new business.'

'What is it?'

'I'll show you tomorrow!'

'Well, whatever happens, I'm going to accept Brooke-Smith's job offer.'

'He'll be all over you, trying to get his hand Into your knickers and... I really don't understand you, Marianne!'

'You don't understand yourself, so how can you expect to understand me?'

'What
are
you talking about?'

'Understanding people.'

'What do you mean, I don't
understand
myself?'

'Where's your life taking you? Where do you
want
it to take you? Where's your relationship with me taking you?'

'What do you mean? What
is
all this?'

'Do you have a conscience, Barry?'

'Of course I do!'

'What sort of man are you,
reallyV

'I don't understand .. .'

'No, you wouldn't.'

'I'm going to bed!'

'OK, I'll join you shortly.'

As Barry left, Marianne closed her eyes. The warm water lapping between her legs, caressing her distended inner cunt lips, she grinned, wondering where Barry's new hiding place was, where he was stashing money. Fondling her erect clitoris, she thought about her young body, the money she could earn from sex-starved men - and women! 'I don't know about Barry!' she giggled, climbing out of the bath. 'But Pm going to be rich!'
What's he been up to in the garage?
she thought, imagining him strapping her to some horrendous sexual machine.

Climbing into bed, she was relieved to find Barry sleeping soundly.
Another day over!
she reflected as she pulled and twisted her protruding inner pussy lips, caressed her stiffening clitoris. Her free hand beneath her leg, her finger toying with her sensitive anal entrance, she wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Sex, sex and more sex!

Reading through her hypnosis notes whilst having her early morning coffee, Marianne sighed. She was desperate to learn the technique of hypnotism, to learn how to send Barry into a hypnotic trance and implant a trigger word in his subconscious. 'I
will
do it!' she affirmed, leaving the kitchen and wandering out into the garage.

Pulling a tarpaulin aside, Marianne stood with her hands on her hips, amazed - and disgusted - by Barry's handiwork.
He said he was going to make a pillory!
she mused.
But this is ridiculous!
The craftsmanship perfect, the wooden pillory comprised the usual holes for the neck and wrists, but more, they were attached to a low frame. Rather than stand, Marianne would have to kneel astride a central plank of wood to align her head and hands with the holes. Her stomach would rest on the padded plank, affording some comfort, at least, she surmised. Ropes attached to the frame were obviously for securing her knees, effectively keeping her legs apart, exposing her buttocks, her vaginal entrance, to her abuser.

There were several attachments that Marianne couldn't work out - small weights hanging from chains and various clamps and straps - but she'd soon discover their purpose! 'He
has
been busy!' she breathed, pulling the tarpaulin over the awesome device and returning to the kitchen to hear the phone ringing.

'Hallo,' she panted, having dashed through the hall.

'Marianne, it's Jonathan.'

'You don't give up, do you?' she laughed.

'No, I don't! Listen, I was wondering whether you'd like to have lunch with me?'

'What, today?'

'Yes, why not?'

'Well... er. . . I'm not sure what's happening today. Barry's been fired and, rather than take a month's notice, he left there and then.'

'Yes, I'd heard that he'd left.'

'He'll be back shortly, he's just gone into town for something.'