Enslaved (26 page)

'Do you have to get the OK from him before you do anything, then?'

'Well, no. Look, ring me later, after I've spoken to Barry. The pips are going, there's someone trying to get through -I'll talk to you later.'

Replacing the receiver and lifting it at the first ring, Marianne frowned to hear Rod's voice. 'How did you get my number?' she gasped in her puzzlement. 'You don't know my surname!'

'Ah, ha!' Rod laughed. 'I have my ways! No, seriously, I rang the chap who lectured on your hypnosis course. We had quite an interesting chat. Anyway, eventually I mentioned you, and he came out with your surname.'

'You're lucky the phone's in my name and not Barry's! So why are you ringing me?'

'I was worried, Marianne. Thinking about the incredible things you told me, I thought I'd better see how you are. What happened at seven o'clock last night?'

'Nothing, nothing happened. I went to town and walked around the shops so . .

'I know that you're lying to me, Marianne! Has your soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend used the word again?'

'I'm not lying! No, he hasn't used the word again, not yet, anyway,' Marianne replied, biting her lip as she recalled kneeling in the bath and sucking on Alan's throbbing knob, swallowing his gushing sperm.

'Look, you really do need my help. Yesterday, you said that you might come over. Are you still going to?'

'I really don't know what I'm doing today, Rod. I seem to be having people coming at me from all directions. And I don't mean that type of coming!'

'What
do
you mean, then?'

'A friend keeps pestering me to work for him, Barry's due back from town soon, and now you're .. .'

'I wouldn't hang around if Barry's due home!'

'God, that's a thought. Knowing him, he'll bring half a dozen men back!'

'Come and stay with me, as I suggested yesterday. You'd be safe here and ...'

'I've been thinking about that. It's no good running away, Rod. I must stay and deal with this myself.'

'How
can
you deal with it? The only way to deal with it is to keep out of Barry's way!'

'I'm determined to master the art of hypnosis. If I had a trigger word to use on Barry, I could get my own back, use
him
as
my
slave and . . .'

'You shouldn't be thinking along the lines of tit-for-tat, Marianne! This is a serious business! I thought that you realized the severity of the situation.'

'Yes, I do, but
V
m
not
going to run away!'

'All the time you're there, with Barry, you're open to abuse!'

'Oh, Barry's just walked in through the back door. I might see you later this morning, I don't know.'

'If I were you, I'd come over here right now! Come here before he has the chance to ...'

'I've got to go, Rod. Thanks for ringing, it's nice talking to you. See you later.'

Entering the kitchen with a fixed smile, Marianne "wondered when Barry was going to place her in his pillory and use her naked body to satisfy his perverted lust.
At least he's come home alone!
she mused as she filled the kettle, imagining half a dozen men using her tethered body, half a dozen solid penises pumping sperm into her tight holes.

'You're quiet,' Barry said. 'Is there anything wrong?'

'No, I'm fine,' she replied, a quiver running up her spine as she pictured six hard penises sperming over her naked body, her elongated nipples. 'Want some coffee?'

'Yes, thanks. It's strange, not having to go to work.'

'Tell me about it! So what are you going to do today?'

'I've bought some new locks. Before I do anything, I'm going to fit them.'

'Good! I don't like the idea of someone searching my home, it gives me the creeps!'

'What have you got planned?'

'Nothing, really. I'll probably go out to the park later.'

'You're always going to the park! What is it about that place?'

'I like it there, it's relaxing. Is anyone coming round?'

'What, here?'

'Yes, any of your friends?'

⁴
Er... no, not as far as I know. Why do you ask?'

'I just wondered whether you needed me to be around or not.'
Whether you needed my body to earn you some money!

'What do you mean? Why would I need you to be around?' he asked, his dark eyes frowning.

'I don't know, I just wondered. Oh, by the way - I need some money, do you have any cash?'

'Er... yes, how much?'

'Fifty.'

'What do you need fifty pounds for?'

'This and that.'

'Right, well, I'll have to go and get it.'

'Where from?'

'Juxtaposition.'

And now to discover the new hiding place!
Marianne thought as she fell into a hypnotic trance. Surprised that Barry was still keeping his cash in the same place as he pulled the vinyl floor covering back, she decided to buy the tartan minidress she'd seen in the shop window the previous evening. Parading around the park in the tight dress would turn the men's heads, she thought wickedly.

'An experiment,' Barry said pensively as he replaced the floor covering and stuffed fifty pounds into his pocket. 'I've been thinking about this hypnosis thing. I'm going to tell you to do something and see if, when I bring you out of your trance, you'll be aware of what it is you're doing. OK, take your clothes off, Marianne. When you wake up, you'll not realize that you're naked. You'll think that you're fully dressed, even if we have visitors. You'll go about the house and garden completely unaware that you're naked.'

Her hands mechanically removing her clothes, Marianne was sure that Barry's suggestion wouldn't work. If it did, she pondered, then he'd have frightening power over her. If, even in her waking state, she didn't realize that she was naked, the implications would be horrifying! Imagining Barry inviting several friends round to a dinner party, she pictured herself as the naked hostess.
OK my God!
she thought as she slipped her skirt and panties down.
I hope he doesn't think of the idea!

Finally standing naked before her master, she watched as he gathered up her clothes and stuffed them into a Tesco's bag. 'Right, this should be interesting!' he laughed, placing the bag in a cupboard. 'Talk about the king with no clothes! OK, Marianne - wake up!'

The strange hypnotic state leaving Marianne, she was relieved as she looked down to her pert breasts, fully aware that she was completely naked.
So, it hasn't worked!
she thought as Barry walked to the kitchen door. But she'd pretend that it had!

'Come and have a look at the front garden,' he said, leaving the room.

'What for?' she asked, following him through the hall, realizing that this was a test. 'I thought you were going to get me some money?'

'Yes, in a minute. I want to ask your opinion. I've been wondering whether to pave a small area of the lawn.'

As Barry opened the front door and stepped outside, Marianne was horrified as she followed, walking into the front garden in full view of anyone who might pass by. The hypnotic suggestion hadn't worked inasmuch as she knew only too well that she was completely naked, but her awareness didn't bring the embarrassment she'd normally feel. Walking across the lawn, to her surprise, she felt no humiliation whatsoever. She felt as comfortable, as secure, as she would have had she been fully clothed.

'I was thinking about paving that section of lawn, under the window there. I thought we could stand a row of flower tubs beneath the window. What do you think?'

'Yes, I think it's a good idea,' she replied, wondering why she wasn't in the least worried that someone might see her. 'Anyway, if you give me the money, I'll go into town.'

'OK,' he smiled, pulling the notes from his pocket. 'What are you going to wear into town?' he asked, handing her the money.

Til go as I am/ she said, now half believing that she was fully clothed. Til get my bag and go now.'

Following Marianne into the house and closing the front door, Barry gazed at her, her pussy-slit, her full vaginal lips, amazed by the power he had over her. His mind teeming with ideas, he decided that today he'd start making his dirty video tapes - and earn a small fortune!

Til be a couple of hours,' Marianne said, slipping the money into her handbag as the doorbell rang.

'Will you get that?' Barry asked, his excitement rising as she placed her bag on the table and made her way to the front door. Tm just nipping out to the garage.'

Her mind confused, almost convincing her that she was fully clothed, she opened the front door to find John standing on the step. 'Hi, John - come in*' she smiled as he stared open-mouthed at her shaven pussy-slit. 'Come in, John!' she repeated, standing back and opening the door wider. 'Or are you going to stand there all day?'

'Oh, yes, right,' he replied hesitantly, stepping into the hall.

'Barry's in the garage - come through. What's the camera for?' she asked, gazing at the Pentax hanging from his neck.

'I've just picked it up, it's been repaired.'

Leading John into the kitchen, her curvaceous body blatantly exhibited to her guest, she poured three cups of coffee. Tm just going into town,' she said, passing John a cup. 'I've seen a nice dress I want. You're not at uni today, then?'

'Er. .. no, not today,' he replied, placing his camera on the table and sitting down, his gaze transfixed on the weals fanning out across her taut buttocks as she bent over to put

the milk in the fridge. 'I've finished my thesis.'

'Oh, that's good. That must be a weight off your mind.'

'Yes - yes, it is.'

'I really don't know what Barry's up to out there. He's making something, but I don't know what,' she said, standing up and leaning with her buttocks against the worktop.

'He's not at work today, then?'

'No! Haven't you heard? He's been sacked!'

'Sacked? Oh, will he be here every day, then?' he asked despondently. 'What's he going to do for money?'

'He's starting up some sort of consultancy thing. Why don't you go out to the garage and see him?'

'I... I'll have my coffee first,' he smiled, toying with the teaspoon, obviously wondering what the hell Marianne was playing at as she stood with her feet apart, seemingly unaware that she was blatantly displaying her gaping pussy-slit.

'Right, I must finish my coffee and get going!' Marianne said, taking a brush from her bag and grooming her long blonde hair.

Now virtually convinced that she was clothed, she moved about the kitchen, unashamedly displaying her taut buttocks, her vaginal crack, her erect nipples. Dumbfounded, John wondered whether Barry had used the trigger word and told her to strip, and then left her in a hypnotic trance. But no, he decided, she was acting perfectly normally. Rising to his feet, his penis solid, straining within his tight jeans as he glimpsed her inner petals protruding between her full vaginal lips, he moved to the back door.

'I will have a quick word with Barry,' he smiled, opening the door. 'I won't be a minute.'

'OK,' Marianne replied, packing her brush into her bag. 'Tell him his coffee's here, will you?'

'Yes, I will.'

Opening the garage door, John was surprised to find that Barry wasn't there. Wondering what on earth was going on, he returned to the kitchen just in time to catch Marianne before she left for town.

'Barry's not out there,' he said as Marianne slung her bag over her shoulder.

'That's odd! Perhaps he's popped out for something. Anyway, I'm off to town, do you want to wait here for him?'

'Are you going into town like that?'

'Like what?' she asked, looking down at her firm breasts. 'Is there something wrong?'

'Juxtaposition.'

Standing motionless, Marianne suddenly realized that she was naked.
What's happening to me?
she wondered as John took her bag and placed it on the table. Suddenly remembering all that had happened, recalling strolling around the front garden in all her naked glory, she silently cursed Barry, wondering where he was, why he was going to allow her to walk into town without a stitch of clothing.

'Marianne, why are you naked?' John asked.

'Barry told me to strip,' she replied mechanically.

'Why?'

'I don't know.'

'Didn't you realize that you were naked?'

'No, I thought I had my clothes on.'

'It must have been hypnotic suggestion.'

'Yes, it was.'

'\bu'd better dress before you go into town otherwise you'll get yourself arrested! I don't know what the hell Barry thinks he's playing at!'

'He put my clothes in there,' she said, her finger automatically pointing to the cupboard. 'In a plastic bag.'