Enslaved (9 page)

Grabbing her hips, John began his fucking, driving his shaft deep into her rectum and withdrawing only to impale her again on his massive organ. Grunting expletives with every thrust, he finally rammed his penis in to the hilt. 'Coming! God, I'm coming already!' he gasped as his sperm discharged from his weapon-head. Marianne could feel the male come lubricating her anal cylinder, filling her velveteen sheath. 'God, you've a tight arse!' he praised her as he withdrew and thrust deep into her again with alarming vigour.

As the flow of semen ceased and John stilled his pistoning cock, Marianne squeezed her eyes shut. Desperate for her hands to be released now, she prayed that her beautiful ordeal was finally over. Her bottom-hole felt painfully bloated, her pelvis strangely inflated, and she wondered at her wanton act of depravity - her complete loss of morality.

Sobbing with pleasure as John slowly withdrew his weapon, Marianne glimpsed Barry again. He'd set her up with John, used her. But what had become of his raging jealousy? He seemed to change with the wind, she mused as she was ordered to stand up. As John released her hands and helped her into her gown, she decided to finish with Barry. With John and Jill knowing about her magical word, she'd not be short of company - or a rampant and fulfilling sex life.

'Sit at the table and wake up!' John ordered.

'Oh! I feel strange!' she cried as she sat down and looked up at John.

'Strange? How... how do you mean?' he asked nervously.

'I don't know. I feel... Oh, never mind. As I was saying, I can't think why Barry's suddenly so concerned about me being alone in the house.'

'No, neither can I. Look, I'd better be going - I've just remembered that I'd promised to help a friend with... I'll call round to see you again - if you want me to, that is?'

'Yes, please do! It's been nice seeing you, John. I'm in most mornings so .. .'
God, what am I suggesting?
'Yes, come round again.'

'I will. I'll see myself out. Bye.'

'Bye John - and, please, do come again!'

Wandering out into the garden, her bottom-hole wet, her buttocks sore, Marianne walked across the lawn towards Barry's hide. Wondering whether to pretend to suddenly discover him, to ask him what he was doing, she turned and made for the house. He'd come in by the front door and question her, she was sure as she closed the back door. There was no way he'd be able to refrain from questioning her, but what about? He could hardly confront her!

As she'd predicted, Barry arrived by the front door and breezed into the kitchen. 'Hallo, love!' he smiled. 'I've an

hour or so between clients so I thought I'd come home.'

'I'm pleased you did,' she replied. 'God, is that the time? I had no idea! I'm not even dressed yet! Where on earth has the time gone?'

'Time flies when you're enjoying yourself!' he quipped, with a hint of sarcasm, she decided.

'But I've only been. . . What have I been doing all this time?'

'You must have gone back to sleep. Anyway, how do you feel?'

'How do I feel? How do I feel about what?'

'How do you feel about... Juxtaposition.'

Ah, now I might learn something!
she thought as Barry asked her to remove her gown and stand naked before him. 'I was watching you from the garden,' he began. His voice was stern, accusing. 'I watched you sucking John's knob, you filthy little tart! I saw John whipping you and fucking your arse. Did you like it, Marianne? Tell me, are you really such a whore that you enjoy having another man fuck your arse?'

Frozen to the spot, Marianne couldn't believe Barry's words, his condemning words. He'd been the one who'd set her up! she thought angrily. What the hell was he playing at by accusing her of whoredom? But, she reflected, this was his jealousy surfacing. He was so jealous that he'd lost all reason! No doubt he regretted setting her up and was now trying to blame her for his mistake.

'I quite enjoyed watching you,' he continued. 'In fact, I've never been so turned on in all my life! Watching my supposedly loving, faithful bloody girlfriend swallowing sperm from another man's cock was a bloody good turn-on! The thought of you going with someone else has always sickened me, but when I actually watched you .. . Funny thing, jealousy. The very idea of you with another man has always .. . Anyway, it's given me an idea. I've decided to .. . No, there's little point in telling you anything whilst you're hypnotized. Bend over the table, as you did for John, and open your buttocks for me. I want you to act like the filthy little tart that you really are!'

Taking her position, Marianne reached behind her quivering body and splayed her crimson bottom-orbs with her slender fingers, opening the sperm-drenched entrance of her anal sheath to her boyfriend's appreciative gaze.

'Don't mind if I fuck you there, too, do you?' he asked as she sensed his solid knob pressing against her wet, brown flesh. 'After all, being the filthy, two-timing whore that you are, that's what your holes are for - for fucking! Now, hold on to the table because you're about to be fucked as you've never been fucked in your entire life!'

Marianne didn't understand Barry's thinking, his logic, or lack of it! But worse, she wondered about the future,
her
future if she were to stay with him. Having decided to end the relationship, she was now in two minds again. She'd enjoyed Barry watching as John had used and abused her body. She'd enjoyed the experience so much that she didn't want to put an end to the games. But would Barry stop there? Would he bring men home and sit and watch as they fucked her? Would he fall deeper and deeper into his murky well of voyeurism until he drowned in his own vileness?
Where will it all end?
she wondered as she felt his huge shaft drive into her already stretched and inflamed rectal sheath.

'Ah, God! I should have done this to you ages ago!' he cried as he drove his weapon in to the hilt, her tight brown ring painfully gripping the broad root of his penis. 'I'll invite John round again this evening. Yes, I'll get him round and then I'll pretend to go out. Perhaps I could set up a hiding place somewhere inside this time? That's it!' he laughed as he withdrew his shaft and crudely impaled her again. 'That's it, I'll spy on you from the dining room, through the serving hatch!'

Marianne sensed her clitoris swelling at the thought of Barry watching again as John fucked her, ordered her to suck his knob and drink his sperm - as he bound her wrists and whipped her naked buttocks. 'Ah, ah!' she cried as Barry grabbed her hips and thrust into her with such force that the table glided across the floor. 'Ah, no! No, it...'

'Shut up, tart! This is only the beginning of your new life! You've no idea what I have planned for you, no idea at all!'

Praying that Barry would quickly discharge his sperm and withdraw his massive cock from her sore duct, Marianne squeezed her blue eyes shut, wondering what the hell had happened to her life, her warm, loving, cosy relationship. Barry was, indeed, a monster - but she was beginning to crave the cold, crude perverted sex. She was even beginning to pray that he'd bring several men to the house to simultaneously use and abuse her.

Suddenly picturing Barry screwing another woman, shafting another woman to orgasm with his hard penis, Marianne wondered not only where his love for her had gone, but her love for him. The love had been transformed into cold lust, she concluded, wondering now if they'd ever shared real love at all.

'Your arse is so tight!' Barry gasped as his climax neared. 'Christ! It's so ... so fucking tight!' Marianne shuddered as the beginnings of her own orgasm stirred within her swirling womb. Reaching between her thighs, she massaged her neglected clitoris, whimpering as Barry's body suddenly became rigid and his sperm gushed.

'Right up your hot arse!' he cried as Marianne's clitoris erupted in the most exquisite orgasm her young fingers had ever managed to elicit from her sex-nodule. Her body jolting with every ramming thrust of Barry's hard cock, her cunt spasming, yearning for a cock of its own to grip on, she knew in her heart that her life would now be a life of cold sex.

Barry was of no consequence now, he meant nothing to her. He was just another man with a penis she'd use for her debased pleasure. He was her voyeur who'd bring her untold pleasure by spying on her, watching her lewd games of depravity.

Her thoughts turning to Jill, she wondered how Barry would react if he were to see the girl licking between Marianne's pussy lips, or Marianne sucking an orgasm from the young lesbian's pulsating clitoris.
It could easily be arranged!
she thought as Barry's shaft drove deep into her bottom-hole, pumping the last of his sperm into her bowels.

As the final ripples of pure sexual ecstasy drifted through her body, she decided to give Barry - the voyeur, the bastard - the most exciting, the most lewd, lesbian show ever.
I'll show him that I don't need him and his bloody cock!
she mused as he slipped his flaccid tool from her brimming anal sheath.
I'll use not only Barry, but all those who discover my word and use me for their perverse filth!

'You're a bloody good fuck!' Barry praised her as he zipped his trousers. 'Did you enjoy John whipping your lovely arse? You seemed to, from what I saw - so I'll give you a damn good whipping and see just how much you like it!'

Spying through slitted eyes, Marianne wondered where Barry was going as he left the room. The tea towel was still rolled up ready for the thrashing, so where had he gone? Returning with several lengths of rope, he grinned wickedly as he bound her ankles to the table legs. Taking her hands and spreadeagling her arms, he tied her wrists to the far table legs. Her limbs outstretched, her buttocks splayed, her abused anal hole exposed, she wondered fearfully at his plans for her.

'Right!' he boomed. 'I'll show you what I do with cheating, two-timing whores!' The first lash of the rope caused Marianne to cry out with the stinging pain. Pink weals appearing across her already burning buttocks, Barry ignored her cries, giving her no quarter, thrashing the girl with all the strength he could muster.

To Marianne's astonishment, she felt a terrific pang of arousal ran through her pelvis. With every stinging lash, she felt her clitoris respond by transmitting minor orgasmic pulses through her quivering body. Her cries of sexual gratification driving Barry on, he continued the thrashing, losing himself in his wanton debauchery as he reddened the girl's taut, twitching flesh.

'Enough!' Marianne finally cried. Her buttocks fire-red, her stinging flesh burning, she could take no more. As Barry discarded the rope and sat on a chair gazing at his handiwork, she breathed a sigh of relief. The thrashing had brought her immense satisfaction, but she'd been afraid that the pain would eventually outweigh the pleasure.

'I don't know what you'll think when you see your arse!' Barry laughed, thrusting two fingers deep into her dripping vaginal sheath. 'You should see your bum! God, you look as if you've been horsewhipped a thousand times!'

What next?
Marianne wondered as Barry's fingers manipulated her hot, creamy vaginal walls. Would he invade the privacy of her tight rectum again once his penis had recovered from the anal fucking it had just given her?

'I've got to get going,' Barry sighed despondently as he slipped his fingers from her tethered body. 'Shall I leave you tied over the table until I get back? No, I'd better not!' he laughed as he released her. 'There'll be lots more crude sex,

Marianne!' he warned brutally. 'Lots more wonderfully vile and crude sex and debauchery before I've finished with you, my girl!'

Not even bothering to instruct his slave to conceal her perspiring body with her gown, Barry hid his bondage equipment and snapped his fingers. 'What.. . what am I doing naked?' she asked, grabbing her gown. 'God, my bum really hurts!'

'How do I know what you've been up to?' Barry returned indifferently. 'I've been upstairs. Look at your buttocks! What the hell have you been doing to yourself?'

'I... I really don't know! God, I must have hurt my bum somehow! It's stinging like hell!' she complained, covering her naked body with the gown.

'I must get back to work,' Barry snapped as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

'Already?' she asked as he walked through the hall and slammed the front door shut. He'd gone, used her, fucked and whipped her - and gone.

Alone at the table, Marianne recalled Barry's words.
I'll invite John round this evening. I'll spy on you from the dining room, through the serving hatch!
'He's a fucking bastard!' she hissed through gritted teeth as she rubbed her sore buttocks. 'He's a fucking perverted bastard!'

A tear rolling down her flushed cheek, she wondered what she'd become, what sort of person she really was. Although she wished she'd never begun the pretence, never thought of the ridiculous idea of a trigger word, she couldn't deny the immense sexual pleasure she'd derived from her exploits.
If only I had a word to use on Barry,
she mused as the phone rang.
A word that really worked!

'It's me, Jill!' came the bubbly lesbian's voice as Marianne answered the phone. 'I was just wondering what you were doing this morning?'

'Er... nothing much, why?'

'Fancy coming over to my place for a ... for a chat?'