Enslaved (5 page)

'So, you reckon that you're in some sort of hypnotic trance, do you?' Jill asked mockingly. 'Let's put you to the test. Show me something, something in the house that you'd rather I didn't know about - a secret. It could be a court summons, a letter from an admirer - anything!'

Thinking quickly, Marianne remembered the vibrator that Barry had bought her. Leaving the room, she climbed the stairs and grabbed the pink cylindrical device from the bedside cupboard, grinning as she wondered at Jill's reaction to her sexy secret. Returning to the kitchen, she placed the plastic phallus on the table, wondering why she'd never experimented with the sex-toy. Her panties moistening at the thought of masturbating, bringing her clitoris to orgasm with the vibrator, she awaited her mistress's instructions.

'A vibrator!' Jill shrieked. 'Now that
is
something I'll bet you don't want me to know about! Oh, and it has batteries fitted!' she giggled, switching the device on and sensually brushing the buzzing tip across her cheek. 'Show me how you use it. Show me how you make yourself come with your vibrator.'

Marianne froze, praying that her friend was joking. But, joking or not, this was another test - and one that she daren't fail.
How many tests will there be? And how many people will put me to the test?

Jill was infamous for letting secrets out, deliberately putting her foot in it to shock people - to embarrass people. Marianne recalled the time when she'd first met Barry, and Jill had delighted in continually talking about Steve, an older, married man whom Marianne had once become entangled with. Although Barry hadn't been on the scene at the time, his jealousy had quickly surfaced and he'd demanded to know whether she'd finished with Steve or not - even accusing her of lying when she swore that it had been over for some time. Unless Marianne passed the test, Jill would revel in enlightening Barry, delight in telling him of Marianne's hoax. If she was exposed, then John would know that...

She
had
to go through with the test, or at least be seen to go through the motions. The minute Jill realized that she was going to slip her panties down and use the vibrator, Marianne consoled herself, her mistress would stop her.
This will be three people I've convinced
, she mused as she lifted her skirt up over her stomach, wondering exactly when Jill would halt her.

'You might as well take your skirt off,' Jill said softly, to Marianne's dread. Her voice was low, husky - sensual. 'We don't want it getting in the way of your masturbating, do

we?'

Was she bluffing? Marianne wondered as she unzipped her skirt and wriggled the garment down her long legs. There had always been rumours concerning Jill, her sexual identity Until now, Marianne had laughed off the accusations, the jokes about Jill being a lesbian. She'd never had a boyfriend and she lived alone in her small flat, but that didn't make her a lesbian, did it?

'And now your panties!' Jill giggled as Marianne stepped out of her skirt The magical word was certainly revealing the darker side of those around her! Having discovered one or two of Barry's secret fantasies, and John's blatant lack of morals and respect, she was now learning something about Jill!

'Come on, take them off, Marianne!' Jill coaxed. 'I've always fancied you, your beautiful body!'

Always fancied my body?
Her mind aching, her hands trembling, Marianne was shocked.
Always fancied my body?
Was there to be no end to the shocking revelations? she wondered as she gazed at Jill through her eyelashes. The time had come to put an end to the dangerous games!

There had been a time when Barry had taken rather too much interest in Jill. Marianne recalled questioning him, accusing him of cheating on her, lying to her. Little had she known that Jill's roaming eyes had homed in on
her\
Barry had laughed off Marianne's accusations, condemning Jill as a rampant lesbian who'd never take any interest in men.
God, how right he was!

'I don't think you're hypnotized!' Jill said accusingly as she sat before the girl and gazed at the swell of her red panties. 'If you were, you wouldn't hesitate - you'd follow my orders and slip your knickers off. I don't know much about hypnosis, but I
do
know that you're faking it!'

Swallowing hard, Marianne peeled her tight panties away from her soft mound, determined now to take her deception further - to fool all those who discovered the mystical word. She had nothing to lose, she convinced herself as she slipped her panties down her shapely thighs, revealing her sparse blonde pubes, her pink pussy-slit, to her young lesbian friend.

No one would know what she'd done. As far as Jill was concerned, even Marianne, in her hypnotic state, would know nothing.
Only Jill will know about this,
she thought as she slipped her panties over her ankles and kicked them aside.
Hopefully, only Jill will sense the stab of guilt

'Let's go into the lounge,' Jill suggested, clutching the vibrator as she led her slave through the hall. 'You'll be far more comfortable on the sofa.' Marianne followed the other girl, her heart thumping hard against her chest, her hands trembling, her womb fluttering as she imagined lying on the sofa with her sexuality bared to another woman, the vibrator taking her to orgasm.

Although she'd never used the sex-toy, the thought of doing so
had
crossed her mind once or twice. She recalled the morning when Barry had sucked her clitoris into his mouth and fingered her inner vaginal flesh, and the phone had rung - destroying her climax, their planned lovemaking. He'd rushed off to the office leaving her on a sexual high, desperate for orgasm. But she'd not found the courage to use the vibrator to bring her the much-needed relief she craved.

'Lie on the sofa with your legs open wide,' Jill instructed, breaking Marianne's reverie. Marianne sat down, reclining and parting her thighs as the girl settled between her feet and gazed appreciatively at Marianne's gaping vulva.

All thoughts of Barry and John faded as she sensed Jill's fingers probing between her swelling pussy lips. All thoughts of the real world, of right and wrong, drifted into obscurity as, for the first time in her life, a female finger penetrated her young sex-sheath, absorbing the inner heat of her spasming vagina.

Her head back, her legs spread wide, Marianne opened the feminine centre of her young body, offering herself completely to Jill. Her racked mind seemed to settle now, to calm and accept the incredible situation - this lesbian coupling. As Jill's finger massaged Marianne's fleshy sex-duct, inducing torrents of creamy fluid to secrete from her inner nectaries, Marianne closed her eyes, surrendering to complete and utter submission.

Tve dreamed of doing this to you,' Jill confessed softly as she slipped a second finger into Marianne's quivering body, stretching her glistening vaginal flesh open. 'Many times I've thought about you, imagined your pussy, with me fingering your beautiful pussy-hole. But I'd never dreamed that I'd be able to send you into a hypnotic trance at the drop of a word and have your beautiful body all to myself like this!'

Marianne had never dreamed that she'd be deceiving people like this, let alone offering her young vagina to another girl! As the sensations of lesbian sex welled, she opened her mouth, her full red lips dry as she gasped and her womb contracted. Her mind ran amok again, confusing her, torturing her.
This is so right! No, this is wrong! Not a lesbian! No, no - yes!

As she heard the vibrator softly buzz, her heart leaped and she opened her eyes a little, spying on the fresh young girl wielding the beautiful humming phallus, moving the pink tip ever closer to Marianne's yawning sex-groove - her stiffening clitoris.

Whatever John had had in mind for today, whatever sexual delights he'd planned for Marianne, she'd never thought that she'd be lying with her pussy bared, open and swollen with sex, blatantly on offer to Jill! Her act was forbidden and yet, strangely, so right. She was finding an uncanny comfort with another girl, a bizarre acceptance of the young lesbian now exploring between her thighs. She was discovering a frightening sexual deviance in the murky depths of her own subconscious.

Her body jolted as the tip of the vibrator brushed gently against her blossoming clitoris. The electrifying sensations transmitting deep into her spasming cunt, reverberating through her womb, she gasped, whimpering as every muscle

tensed and every nerve ending tingled with sexual pleasure.

'You're going to enjoy this,' Jill assured her softly, her fingers still locked within Marianne's tightening vagina as she deftly circled the girl's clitoris with the buzzing phallus. 'You're going to be a good girl and come for me!'

Marianne's senses momentarily returned and she gazed around the lounge through her eyelashes. The TV she'd enjoyed watching with Barry, his book and empty coffee cup on the table, the newspaper he'd left in the armchair, his paperwork spilled on the floor... This had been
their
lounge,
their
domain - but now it was a sex den that belonged to Marianne, to John, and to Jill. No longer would she be able to make love with Barry by the fire or on the sofa without images of John looming, thoughts of Jill's probing fingers excavating her love-hole.

Her pussy, her body, her very being, had belonged to Barry - it had been his to enjoy, and his only.
Times change!
she mused as her clitoris throbbed and the beginnings of her orgasm welled, causing her to arch her back and quiver in her ecstasy.

'There's a good girl!' Jill praised, all too aware of her slave's impending orgasm. 'Just relax and let it come.' Marianne did relax, and her climax did come. Wave after crashing wave of orgasmic pleasure erupted from her vibrating clitoris and ripped though her nervous system. Crying out as she dug her fingernails into the sofa and parted her thighs as far as she was able, she shook violently, her mind awash with sex, her body afire with lesbian lust as she imagined herself taking Jill in turn to such an incredible orgasm.

Now, even the familiar lounge, the furniture, the memories, faded into oblivion. It didn't matter who was working intimately between her legs, male or female, it was of no consequence. Her concentration, her thoughts, her entire being

centred on her burning cunt, her exploding clitoris.

'Keep coming, my angel - keep coming!' Jill's words drifted, floating somewhere above Marianne's consumed body. 'Keep coming, and then
you
can make
me
come!'

At last, the vibrator moved away from Marianne's aching clitoris, allowing her orgasm to subside, her mind to return to her quaking body. As she lay exhausted on the sofa, her juices decanting from her fiery cunt-hole as Jill slipped her wet fingers from her open body, Marianne gasped in her incredible pleasure.

She was enjoying her first lesbian affair, and she was delighted to think that there were more firsts to come, more new sexual experiences to encounter. Suddenly, Jill's darting tongue lapped, probing between Marianne's rubicund sex-lips, cleansing her there. The thought that this was a female tongue heightened the girl's arousal, lifting her high on another swirling cloud of orgasm. Her clitoris receiving attention now, she whimpered, stifling her orgasmic screams as her perspiring body shuddered uncontrollably and her thighs gripped her partner in lesbian lust. On and on her climax rolled as Jill mouthed and sucked on her erupting clitoris, the incredible sensations ripping through her mind, shaking her perspiring body.

Again, Marianne was released from the velvet grip of her come, leaving her panting for life-giving breath, desperate for her body to calm. As Jill finished her licking, cleansing Marianne's inner sex-folds with her wet tongue, lapping up the product of her orgasm, Marianne became aware of an urgent inner desire - a desire to reciprocate. Imagining lapping between the teenage girl's young pussy lips, fingering her young cunt, Marianne gave a final shudder of pleasure.

'You did well!' Jill praised as she licked her full red lips, savouring Marianne's slippery cuntal cream as she sat back on her heels, admiring her slave's open sex-groove. 'When you've recovered, I'll take your place and you can attend my pussy with the vibrator - and your lovely wet tongue!'

As Marianne's senses returned, she realized that she was about to be put to the most demanding test yet - to lick another girl's clitoris to orgasm! The thought had aroused her, but now?
There s no way out of this one!
she mused, wondering what it would be like to bury her face between Jill's hot, wet sex-folds. What would another girl taste like? What would it be like to have another girl's clitoris throbbing in orgasm in her mouth?

When the doorbell rang, Marianne breathed easily again, praying that Jill would order her to dress and answer the door before she was forced to commit the forbidden act, the lesbian licking.

'Who the hell's that?' Jill groaned despondently as the caller persisted. 'Quick! Get your skirt and panties on!' she instructed, dashing into the kitchen. Following her mistress and hurriedly dressing, Marianne sat at the table, the bell still resounding around the house as Jill sat opposite and told her to wake up.

'I wonder who that could be?' Marianne smiled sweetly, innocently, as she rose to her feet, sure that it was John. 'Oh, didn't I make you a cup of coffee?'