Enslaved (8 page)

'No, no, I'd arranged nothing with him. Are you in this morning?'

'Er... Yes, I suppose I am - why?'

'I thought I'd come round for coffee, if that's OK?'

For sex, more like!
'All right, John. You'll have to give me time to get up, though - I'm still in bed. Was there something in particular you wanted to see me about?'

'No, I've a free morning so . . . I'll see you soon. Actually, Barry asked me to come and see you.'

'Why?'

'I'll tell you about it later.'

'OK, John, bye.'

Marianne lay back on the pillow, grinning as she imagined Barry ringing John in his jealous desperation and tentatively questioning him, anxiously probing.
Poor Barry!
she mused.
He displays my pussy to John, asks me to flash a bit of cunt lip to his client, and then not only gets cold feet - but regrets the whole thing! But why ask John to call round?

As she climbed out of her bed and slipped her gown on, Marianne decided not to dress.
Might as well be prepared!
she thought wickedly, allowing her gown to fall open, revealing her pert breasts, her erect nipples. Descending the stairs, wondering whether Jill would call round for coffee, for lesbian sex, she pondered again on the incredible change she'd been through.

From a secure and comfortable relationship with Barry, to opening her thighs and allowing Jill to bring her to orgasm with the vibrator - having John screw her, use and abuse her... And all within a couple of days! 'I'm enjoying this!' she giggled in her new-found sexual deviance, her gown flowing behind her as she breezed into the kitchen, her blatant nakedness arousing her.

Sitting at the kitchen table gazing out of the window,

Marianne felt sure that she'd caught a glimpse of someone skulking in the bushes at the end of the garden. Turning her head to one side, she noticed Barry from the corner of her eye. 'What the hell's he doing hiding out there? He's supposed to be at work!' The stark realization suddenly hit her-he was spying on her!

As the doorbell rang, she was in two minds about letting John in. Barry was obviously going to wait until John was screwing her, and then burst in and . . .
And what?
she wondered.
If John uses the word and takes advantage of me, then that's Barry's fault!
But why the hell did he ask John to come round knowing fall well what would happen?

The situation was ridiculous!
All this because I pretended to have a secret word and had a laugh with Barry!
she thought.
Now he's set me up! And he's spying on me!
Again, another side to Barry was coming to light, but what was he up to? 'To hell with it!' she cursed, dashing through the hall and opening the front door to John.

The kitchen
, she mused.
Might as well give Barry a good view!
'Come through, John, I'll put the kettle on,' she invited, her gown provocatively revealing her fall, rounded breasts.

'I hope you don't mind me calling round like this?' he smiled anxiously, following her into the kitchen. 'Only, Barry's call worried me.'

'Worried you - why?'

'First of all he asked me whether I'd been to see you, and then he said that he didn't like you being alone in the house all day. He suggested that, if I had the time, I come and keep you company. In the end, he almost begged me to come round!'

'Why didn't you tell me all this when you rang?'

'I suppose I didn't want you thinking that Barry had sent me here to check up on you. Has he always been so concerned about you?'

'No -1 can't think why he's suddenly so worried! I wonder what he thinks I get up to?'

Glimpsing Barry hiding in the bushes, Marianne wondered again at his peculiar plan. But the question wouldn't leave her mind.
Why? Why set me up with John?
If he firmly believed that the word worked, which he did, then what would he gain from catching her red-handed with John? She prayed that John would use the word so that she could discover what was behind Barry's curious plan, apart from sheer madness! Turning to face John, her gown open, revealing her blonde pubes, her pinken slit, she smiled.

'Barry left early this morning, and he probably won't be home until very late. I suppose I do get lonely sometimes,' she said, allowing her gown to fall further apart. 'But I can't think why he's suddenly so concerned about me!'

'Juxtaposition!'

Her face serene, her hands relaxed by her sides, Marianne gazed into space. 'Take your dressing gown off!' John ordered her firmly. Rising to her feet, concealing a wicked grin, she slipped the robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With Barry watching the bizarre proceedings, her submissive obedience, she felt a delightful gush of desire surge through her contracting womb.

'Kneel at my feet!' John ordered. Complying, Marianne was thankful that her naked body was in full view through the backdoor glass. Barry would be watching her every move, she knew as she gazed at John's bulging jeans. 'Undo my belt and pull my jeans down!' her master commanded unashamedly.

John's penis was big, too big, Marianne thought as the rampant organ sprang to life before her wide eyes. The silky-smooth purple plum glistening invitingly, her vaginal juices began to flow in torrents as she imagined sucking on the young man's knob, drinking his jetting sperm. She also imagined Barry bursting in through the backdoor and throwing a fit!

'Before we go any further,' John murmured pensively, 'stand up and find me something to tie your hands with.' Marianne rose to her feet and glanced around the room, her stomach somersaulting at the prospect of bondage. Taking one of Barry's ties from the pile of washing, she passed it to her master. Standing compliantly with her hands behind her back, she allowed him to tie her wrists together.

'Now, on your knees again - slave!' he ordered excitedly. His hard penis wavering before her wide eyes, she opened her full red lips, following John's orders and engulfing his hard knob within the moist heat of her mouth. John sighed as Marianne swept her tongue over his smooth glans, causing his penis to balloon and twitch. Her juices flowing freely from her hot hole and coursing down her inner thighs, she mouthed and sucked fervently, delighting at the prospect of drinking John's gushing sperm while Barry watched.

Wondering when Barry would make his dramatic entrance, bounding through the back door and exploding with rage like a madman, she sensed an incredible feeling of complete and utter submission. She was John's slave! Her hands tied behind her naked body, kneeling before her master, sucking his solid knob - she was his sex slave!

Was she discovering another side to herself? she wondered. Was having her hands tied, her young body crudely violated, a latent inner desire she'd unknowingly harboured? As she sucked on and mouthed the twitching knob so impertinently forced upon her, she felt a terrific pang of depraved sexual excitement rock her womb. This was to be her role in life, she knew. From now on, to play the part of a slave - a sex slave - was her role.

'Lick my balls!' John ordered. 'Lick my shaft and my balls!' Marianne swept her tongue over his hairy balls, watching as his penis jerked and his knob swelled. Running her tongue up his veined shaft, she desperately wanted to engulf his knob in her mouth, to drink his jetting sperm. Giving in to her passionate desire and sucking his glans into her mputh, she breathed heavily through her nose. 'No, don't do that!' he reprimanded. 'You'll do exactly as I say, when I say! Now, lick my balls!'

Slipping his glans from her mouth, Marianne wondered at her new role of sex slave. Licking her master's heavy balls, she realized the immense pleasure gained from playing the submissive role. 'Lick all over!' he demanded. Her tongue dutifully licking, wetting his rolling balls, his veined shaft, she closed her eyes. She felt completely in his power, totally under his control. She had relinquished all responsibility, as far as John and Barry were concerned, anyway! The guiltless feeling, the sense of total freedom, brought her a strange sense of satisfaction, gratification. She was under orders, at the mercy of her master. Now, her sense of being in control had gone.

'Now lick my knob! Don't suck it, just lick it!' Snaking her tongue around his throbbing purple glans, she prayed for his spunk to gush. 'Lick all over my knob!' he cried as his sperm jetted, splattering her blonde hair, her pretty face and running down her chin. 'Now! Now! Suck it now!'

Moaning through her nose, she took his pulsating knob into her mouth and sucked as his come filled her cheeks. Salty, the aphrodisiacal nectar aroused her, made her young clitoris swell. 'Ah, that's good! Keep . .. keep sucking!' His knees sagging, John held Marianne's head, thrusting his throbbing shaft deep into her hot mouth, draining his heavy balls until, shuddering and gasping, he finally pulled away.

His spent penis glistening, hanging half-erect before Marianne's eyes, she wondered whether her sex session was over or not, and why Barry hadn't burst in.
Perhaps he's enjoying this?
she wondered, catching a glimpse of her boyfriend as he peered out from the bushes.

'Stand up and bend over the table!' John ordered as he pulled his jeans up, completely unaware of his audience. Marianne complied, bending over the table with her hands tied behind her back, her feet apart, her bottom-crease yawning. The view from the back garden would be perfect, she was only too aware as she jutted her buttocks and parted her feet even further, displaying her tightly closed anal-ring, her wet, glistening vaginal lips.

But why hadn't Barry made his entrance? So jealous, so possessive, she'd imagined that he'd have come bounding in the minute she'd slipped her gown off and knelt before John's stiff penis. What the hell was he playing at?

'And now for your punishment for disobeying my instructions, you dirty little whore!' John bellowed, rolling up a tea towel. Whipping her taut buttocks with the towel, he administered his punishment, causing the whimpering girl's young body to jolt, her buttocks to tense, her tears to stream. 'Your errors need correcting, my girl!' he warned. 'If you're to be my sex slave, you'll have to mend your ways!' Was Barry into bondage and whipping? she wondered as her taut flesh burned, stinging with every lash.

Biting her lip as he discarded the towel and parted her crimson buttocks, Marianne imagined him entering her there, sliding his huge tool into her young body and fucking her velveteen bottom-sheath.

His fingertip caressing the sensitive brown tissue surrounding the portal to her bowels, Marianne gasped with the electrifying sensations. But what was Barry up to? she wondered again as John's finger invaded the privacy of her bottom. What the hell was Barry thinking? Massaging her inner anal flesh, John groped between her legs with his other hand and slipped two fingers between her swollen cunt lips and deep into her drenched vagina.

'Ah, ah, God!' she cried involuntarily as her sheaths tremored, tightening around John's massaging fingers. Her face resting on the pine tabletop, her mouth open, gasping, the very centre of her femininity crudely pillaged, she'd never known such sexual pleasure, such beautiful abandonment.

'You like having my finger up your bum, don't you?' John asked in his rising wickedness, stretching her tight brown hole open and delving further into her anal tube.

'Yes, yes, I love it!' Her words of confession fell from her full red lips as she quivered and writhed on the table.

'Ever had a cock up there?' John persisted in his ever-increasing quest for lust.

'No, I've never had a ...'

'Do you want my cock up your tight arse? Do you want me to fuck your tight arse?'

Her body alive with lust, Marianne desperately wanted John to use her there, to fill her tight anal tube with his throbbing penis and fuck her - fill her bowels with his sperm. But she didn't reply. She was the submissive slave following orders, not begging for this or agreeing to that. As his finger delved deeper into her bottom-hole, bringing her electrifying sensations of depraved sex, she almost gave in and pleaded for him to thrust his penis deep into her bowels and fill her with sperm.

'Well, do you want my cock up your arse?' he repeated.

'I... I..

'Whether you want it or not, you're going to get it!' he chortled, slipping his finger from her hot, tight hole.

Turning her head to one side, Marianne gazed though slitted eyes towards Barry, lurking behind the bushes, spying. What was he thinking
now!
What was his plan? Was he masturbating? she wondered, recalling his confession. Was he delighting in watching his girlfriend endure sexual abuse at the hands of another man as he wanked himself off in the bushes? If this was Barry's darker side, then he had severe problems! she concluded as she felt John's solid knob stab between her splayed bottom-cheeks.

'You're going to enjoy this!' John sniggered as he pressed his purple plum past her yielding anal sphincter. 'You're going to love this, you dirty little whore! I know I am!'

Gasping as her virginal hole was stretched wide to accommodate her master's bulbous knob, Marianne grimaced. A finger was one thing, she thought apprehensively, but a massive male organ? As inch by inch of solid fleshpole drove into the hot depths of her bowels, she lost her senses, tossing her head, whimpering, gasping for more.