Enslaved (29 page)

'Yes . . . yes . . . Coming! Ah, coming. My sperm, it's running over my balls! Ah, I want your mouth, your bum, your cunt!'

'I'm... I'm coming, too! God, my cunt's coming! Ah, my cunt, my beautiful cunt!'

Gasping their orgasmic sounds down the phone, Marianne and her unseen partner in lust finally slowed their massaging. 'God, I needed that!' he breathed.

'And so did I!' Marianne laughed as the back door closed. 'Look, I've got to go!'

'I'll ring you, Sarah.'

'You don't know my number!' she giggled, squatting and tugging the candle out of her rectal sheath.

'I'll do the dial-back and get your number.'

'No, you won't. I'm not stupid, I dialled one-four-one before your number. Sorry about that. You'll hear from me soon. Bye!'

Hiding the candle beneath the hall table, Marianne adjusted her dress and wandered innocently into the kitchen. 'Juxtaposition,' Barry breathed as she walked to the back door. The word had worked again. Stopping, she turned to face her master, her hands limp by her sides, her expression blank, wondering what he was going to demand of her. 'As I told you earlier, I'm having some friends over this evening. I want you to wear your new dress, and no knickers or bra. You're going to entertain my friends, Marianne. The garage is now a sex den where you'll receive my friends and earn me money. There are five of them, and they've each paid me forty pounds for the pleasure of your body for the evening. Make sure you're here this evening, Marianne. They're arriving at seven, so you'll be here, ready and waiting, Do you understand?'

'Yes, I do,' Marianne replied.

'Good. Now, go and take a shower. And shave the stubble off your cunt, I want it baby-soft. OK, wake up.'

Wondering what would happen if Lydia rang and used the trigger word to invite her to the park, Marianne strolled out into the garden.
Who would win?
she mused, praying that her dream was going to come true that evening. Imagining five solid penises using her tethered body, a quiver ran up her spine. She decided not to answer the phone should it ring. Lydia could wait, but the throbbing penises couldn't!

Sitting on the lawn with her dress riding high and the soft grass caressing her bulging pussy lips, she decided that she'd really enjoy the men that evening. After what was sure to be an incredible experience, she'd leave Barry - only to return when she'd mastered hypnosis. She couldn't spend her life serving Barry and his perverted friends. But she could spend the rest of her days using Barry as a slave. 'I will do it!' she asserted as she lay back beneath the hot summer sun. 'I will do it!'

Waking at five to discover that she'd fallen asleep on the lawn, Marianne climbed to her feet and made her way to the bathroom. Barry was hammering and sawing in the garage, probably constructing some instrument of torture for the evening of depraved sex, she mused. Slipping her minidress off, she stepped into the shower, tossing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut as the hot water rained over her suntanned face.

Barry would use his video camera to record the debauchery, no doubt keeping his friends' faces out of frame as they drove their penises deep into her naked body.
Change the names to protect the guilty
, she mused wryly. But, Marianne consoled herself, she'd grab the money - her hard-earned money!

Taking the shower nozzle from the wall, Marianne parted her fleshy vaginal lips, opening the entrance to her sticky pussy-hole. Pressing the nozzle against her pink inner flesh, she gasped as the hot water quickly filled her sex-cavern. 'Ah, that's nice!' she breathed as her vagina swelled and overflowed, the hot water streaming down her legs as she shuddered with delight. Again, her clitoris stirred, and she wondered how much sex she could take, how many beautiful orgasms she could endure. John, Alan, Barry, David, the girls, candles, vibrators . . . And whatever the evening held in store for her!
God, I love sex!
she reflected.

Squatting, her vaginal lips distended, Marianne positioned the shower nozzle between her splayed buttocks, directing the hot water onto her anal ring. Her small hole yielding to the water pressure, her bowels suddenly ballooned. 'Ah, ah!' she breathed, her head lolling forward, her eyes rolling, as the water suddenly overflowed, gushing past the nozzle and flooding her feet.

Massaging her erect clitoris with her other hand, she elicited a shuddering orgasm, writhing as her bowels bubbled with hot water and her clitoris pulsated in ecstasy. 'Oh, my God!- she gasped as the beautiful sensations caused her young body to shake violently. 'Oh, my cunt! God, my cunt! My clitP

The sensations finally subsiding, she leaned back against the tiled wall and dropped the nozzle to the floor, the water spraying up from the snaking nozzle, showering her firm breasts. 'How many times can I come?' she whispered as she climbed unsteadily to her feet. 'God, how many times?'

Dragging her thoughts away from her insatiable clitoris, Marianne stepped out of the shower and walked across the landing to her bedroom. Standing before the full-length mirror, she grinned.
No need to shave the stubble off,
she thought, gazing at her pouting cunt lips, still smooth and soft after shaving them in the bath the previous night. Eyeing the hairspray can on the dressing table, she wondered whether Barry had had the insight to line up a row of candles or plastic bottles for the men to plunge into her young body, her two love-holes.
Knowing Barry, he's bought several bloody great candles!
she laughed inwardly as she slipped into her tartan minidress, squeezing her firm breasts into the tight garment.

Opening the dressing table drawer, she pulled out a pair of red silk panties, wondering about John's hypnotic suggestion. Stepping into the garment, she was unable to pull them up her long legs. Her muscles wouldn't respond as she tried again and again to conceal her intimacy. Discarding the panties, she realized that she was wide open to suggestion when in a hypnotic trance - any suggestion!
Where will this all end?
she wondered fearfully - excitedly.

Noticing a pair of Barry's trousers folded over the back of the chair, she discarded her panties and slipped her hands into the pockets, wondering whether he'd hidden the cash his friends had given him beneath the floorboards yet. 'Yes!' she cried victoriously, pulling out a wad of notes. 'Two hundred!' Hiding the money behind the wardrobe, she sat at the dressing table brushing her long blonde hair. She'd now collected seven hundred pounds from Barry, she mused, applying her lipstick - stolen seven hundred pounds! 'You're doing well, Marianne!' she giggled, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

As she peered deep into her own misty blue eyes, she wondered again at the old Marianne, where she'd gone. Never had she dreamed that she'd stand on a church altar and lower the open centre of her young body onto two huge candles and masturbate. But her new way of life pleased her. It was bringing her money and more than enough sexual satisfaction. Or was it? she wondered. Her clitoris stirring between her full cunny lips again, her girl-juice flowing, lubricating her sex-sheath in readiness for penile penetration, the cold reality of her situation hit home.

Again, Marianne swore to learn the art of hypnosis, to turn the tables and pay Barry back for all he'd done. She also thought about John, the photographs he'd taken of her.
He's another one who 11 have his comeuppance!
she asserted. But for now, she had the evening to look forward to, and she wandered downstairs to await the arrival of her abusers.

As the time neared seven, Barry became nervy, jittery as he paced the lounge floor, checking his watch every few minutes. 'What's the matter?' Marianne asked, looking up from the sofa and brushing her blonde hair away from her pretty face.

'Nothing,' he replied, gazing out of the window. Turning to face her, he breathed the magic word, grinning as Marianne's eyes gazed blankly across the room. 'Right, they'll be here any minute now!' he said excitedly, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. 'Follow me - I'm taking you to my sex den!'

Following Barry, Marianne was having second thoughts about the evening. As she entered the garage and gazed at the pillory, she wished that she'd gone to the park or into town - anywhere to get away from Barry and his perverted friends! At least the garage was comfortable, she thought, gazing at a sofa. A long padded bench catching her eye, she imagined having her naked body intimately examined by her masters. Lengths of rope hung ominously from the corners of the bench and, noticing a whip and bamboo canes, she quivered, picturing herself tied down, her naked buttocks exposed for a thrashing.

Several vibrators, candles and plastic bottles of various sizes lined a wall-shelf, and Marianne wondered now not only at Barry's darker side, but the unfathomable depths of his evil mind. More lengths of rope hung over the pillory standing in the middle of the garage and a host of grotesque metal devices lay on a small table. Barry had certainly done a good job transforming the garage into a sexual torture chamber, she thought fearfully as he patted her taut buttocks.

'OK!' Barry grinned, switching on the bright spotlights positioned above the pillory. 'I want you posing provocatively when they arrive, a sort of welcoming sight, if you get my meaning! Now, hoist your dress up above your waist and lie on the bench, on your stomach.'

Tugging her dress up, exposing her bulging, hairless cunt lips, her gaping pussy-crack, Marianne sensed her arousal, and her fear, rapidly rising.
Five men!
she mused as she climbed onto the bench and obediently awaited her next instruction.
Five penises!

'Right, legs apart, that's it - wider! Now I'll secure your ankles and wrists with the ropes. What a welcoming sight this will be!'

Pulling her legs as wide apart as he could, Barry secured her ankles, tying the ropes fast before moving to the top of the bench. Her arms outstretched, he secured her wrists and stood back, admiring his handiwork. 'Oh, I forgot this!' he said, forcing a huge pillow beneath her tethered body. Her buttocks high in the air, Marianne imagined the view - her shaved cunt lips open, revealing her pinken inner girl-flesh, her small brown hole blatantly displayed, nestling within her open bottom-crease.
There s no escaping now!
she thought fearfully as Barry left the garage to answer the front door.

Hearing voices, Marianne took a deep breath.
Five men,
she thought again.
My God, five men - five cocks!
Her mind racked, she wondered why she'd ever let things get out of hand. Even though the trigger word worked, she could have prevented this incredible situation, she reflected.
I should have gone to stay with my mother!

'Come in,' Barry invited his eager guests. 'She's all ready for you.'

'God, what a beautiful sight!' a male gasped. 'Christ, she's shaved her cunt! Do you mind if I...'

'Do what you like, she's all yours!' Barry laughed. 'All of you, do what you like to the bitch! After ail, you've paid for the pleasure!'

As fingers groped between her legs, exploring her most intimate places, crudely violating her vagina, Marianne pondered on Barry's debased wickedness.
Selling his girlfriend's body to five men for sex!
she thought angrily as a finger delved deep into her rectal sheath. Although this was her dream come true, she hated Barry for what he was, for the way he treated her. Tomorrow, she'd leave him, and only return when she'd mastered hypnotism.

'Let's take her dress off!' someone suggested, untying her hands. Marianne closed her eyes as the tight garment was tugged up her body and over her head. She didn't want to see her abusers, the evil lust mirrored in their eyes, their wicked grins. As hands ran over her buttocks and up her inner thighs, she quivered, wondering what it would be like to have five men screw her, taking it in turns to fill her defenceless holes with their jetting sperm.

'Who's going first?' someone asked.

'Who's
coming
first, you mean!' came the laughed reply.

Til take her arse!'

'We'll all do her cunt first, and then her arse.'

'Let's turn her over.'

'OK, and after we've all flicked her cunt and her arse, we'll put her in the pillory and give her a bloody good thrashing!'

As Marianne's feet were released and her naked body rolled over, she felt her clitoris throb in anticipation. She was nothing but a sex object, a slave to the men, the strangers who were discussing her as if she were a brainless blow-up doll. As she was positioned with her buttocks over the edge of the bench, her vagina open, defenceless, hands groped her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, sending messages of lewd sex through her quivering womb.

The group remained silent as the first penis drove deep into Marianne's vagina, unashamedly violating her once monogamous sheath. Thrusting with a vengeance, the invading male organ jolted her young body, the knob battering her cervix as fingers painfully stretched her pussy lips apart and hot mouths sucked on her hardening nippies. Through her eyelashes, she watched Barry behind his video camera, making his first dirty movie, recording the wanton abuse, delighting at using his girlfriend's young body to earn money.
But I've got the money!
Marianne consoled herself as a finger located her bottom-hole and crudely drove deep into the dank heat of her anal sheath.