Enslaved (13 page)

This wasn't the time to walk out on Barry after all, she thought as she dressed. Apart from having nowhere to go, why
should
she leave her home?
If anyone's leaving, it should be him - the bastard!

'All right, love?' Barry smiled congenially as Marianne entered the kitchen.

'Yes, fine,' she replied, aware of her silk panties caressing her hairless pussy lips. 'Except for one thing.'
Might as well get it over with.

'Oh, what's that?'

'I don't quite know how to tell you this but... Well, you'll never believe me, Barry, but... my pubic hair has all fallen out!'

'Fallen out? What
are
you talking about? Show me.'

Lifting her skirt and pulling the front of her panties down, Marianne revealed her full, naked pussy lips to her boyfriend. Her vaginal crack still wet from her masturbation session, her engorged inner lips peeping out at Barry, Marianne pulled her wet panties down further, revealing her full naked glory

to his wide eyes. Feigning astonishment, his only comment was that it could be due to worry.

'That's ridiculous!' Marianne laughed, suddenly having the answer. 'Worry doesn't cause your pubes to fall out!'

'Why did you shave?'

'I didn't shave!'

'Then you must have some weird sort of problem!'

'Actually, I did shave!' she laughed. 'What do you think?'

'Sexy! Yes, very sexy!'

'I knew you'd like it!'

'But, what on earth made you ...'

'I did it for a laugh! They'll soon grow back. I read about it in a magazine somewhere. Quite a few women shave their pubes off these days.'

'I'm glad you did! You look like . . . you look like a schoolgirl! It's really good, Marianne - really good!'

'It feels rather strange. My silk knickers rub my lips as I move about - it's quite a turn-on!' Suddenly recalling Barry's instruction, Marianne grinned. 'I'll give Jill a ring and ask her round for the evening.'

'Good idea! As I said, I'll be out, so you'll have some time alone together to chat about girlie things - shaving fannies and the like!'

'Yes, it'll be nice.'
Well, that's the problem of my shaved pubes dealt with!

Wondering how Barry intended to hide in the dining room and spy through the serving hatch without giving the game away, Marianne picked up the hall phone and rang Jill. 'I'd love to come round!' came the girl's excited reply. 'Er. . . the thing is, Lydia's with me, so ...'

God, not Lydia!
Marianne thought fearfully, recalling the girl's words: '
I'll give her a bloody good thrashing
.' Lydia was a strange one, she mused. Radiating an uncanny air of

decadence, she frightened Marianne. Jill was soft, gentle, loving. But Lydia!

'That's OK, bring her along,' Marianne finally conceded.

'Great! Er... will Barry be there?'

'No, he's got to go out for a few hours. Something about seeing a client, I think.'

'Oh, right. About seven, if that's OK?'

'Fine. I'll see you later.'

Wandering into the lounge, Marianne sat in the armchair, contemplating the incredible situation. 'So much for decision time!' she sighed as the back door slammed shut. Barry was obviously off to construct some weird and wonderful sexual gadgets in the garage.
God, is this what I really want?
she wondered, imagining playing the role of a tart. 'A tart in a trance!' she giggled.

Suddenly having an idea, Marianne dashed upstairs to the bedroom. 'OK, Barry, you bastard - I'll play along with you for a while! But, I promise you, very soon now the whole thing will backfire in your bloody face!' Slipping her wet panties off and taking a large can of hair spray from the dressing table, she sat on the edge of the bed and peeled her vaginal lips wide apart. 'I'll beat him at his own debauchery!' she asserted wickedly, pressing the end of the can between her rubicund sex-folds.

Her idea was to see how big an object she could insert into her tight pussy-hole. She wanted to be one step ahead of Barry's perversity - to shock him with her own perversity! The huge can slipping into her opening sex-duct, she gasped, gazing at her full outer lips tightly encompassing the can. 'It must be almost three inches across!' she exclaimed, pushing the can deep into her young vagina. 'Well, that didn't present a problem!' she giggled, easing the can in to the hilt.

Slipping the wet can out of her inflamed vagina, she scanned the room, looking for something larger, thicker. 'Ah, yes!' she breathed in her abandonment, discarding the can and taking a long, cylindrical plastic container of wet-wipes from the dressing table. 'This must be over four inches in diameter!'

Try as she did, painfully stretching her vaginal Lips, she couldn't insert the container into her fiery cuntal sheath. Disappointed, she grabbed a bottle of baby lotion and smeared the creamy liquid over the plastic container. 'I've got to get it in!' she declared in her frightening sexual arousal, peeling her outer lips wide apart and pushing the container against her fleshy hole. Suddenly realizing the lewdness of her act, she wondered what the hell she was trying to do to her young body, and she decided that she was nowhere big enough to take the massive container.

'Ah, God!' she cried as the container was suddenly sucked deep into her vagina. 'Ah, ah, no! What have I done?' Her outer lips now taut rolls of flesh, her clitoris forced from its pinken cover, she gazed in amazement at the plastic container protruding from her abused vagina. 'God, it's ... it's so .. . so big! My poor cunt!'

Gazing at the thrilling spectacle in the dressing table mirror, she reclined, opening her thighs as far as she could, imagining the video camera running, recording her obscene act of wanton self-abuse. Turning her head to one side, she noticed the vibrator lying on the bed. Her arousal running feverishly high, she grabbed the device, switching it on and massaging her erect clitoris with the pink tip.

Her nostrils flaring, her mouth open, gasping, she could barely believe the incredible sensations emanating from her bloated cunt, her swollen pleasure-bud. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tossed her head, writhing as her clitoris stiffened fully, sending electrifying sensations of crude sex through her inflated pelvis. 'God, no!' she cried as her vaginal muscles gripped the plastic container, trying to crush the mammoth phallus as her climax erupted, gripping her very being in its velvet hand.

Her body rigid, her breasts heaving, her nipples solid, her areolae a dark chocolate colour in her sexual arousal, she prayed for her shuddering climax to recede. 'No, no!' she murmured, her muscles locked, her hand unable to move the vibrator away from her bursting clitoris.

Finally releasing her young body, her orgasm subsided, leaving her perspiring, panting, shaking uncontrollably, her long blonde hair matted, dishevelled. 'God! Never in all my life..Relaxing now, she tugged on the plastic container, gently easing it from her gripping cuntal sheath, managing to pull against the powerful suction effect of her wet sex-cylinder and slip it from her body. 'Argh, God!' she gasped as her vaginal sheath suddenly closed, the creamy walls slapping together, filling the void.

Marianne lay resting on the bed, her abused vagina aching, her pussy lips inflamed, swollen, dripping with girl-come. Examining the wet container, she was amazed that shed been able to push it into her youthful sex-duct. But the idea spurred her on and, recalling Barry's words, she wondered about her bottom-hole.
I reckon you could take three inches!

Taking a roll-on deodorant bottle from the dressing table, she pondered on the penis-like shape, the bulbous knob-like cap.
The manufacturer had feminine needs in mind when designing this!
she thought, smearing baby lotion over the plastic cap.

Lying on the bed with her knees up to her chest and her thighs wide, she reached down and presented the rounded cap to her tightly-closed brown hole. Pushing, twisting the bottle in her bizarre state of arousal, she managed to open her private portal, pressing half the cap into her anal sheath. 'Ah, that's nice!' she gasped, pushing the cap further into her tight duct.

Gently but firmly, she pushed on the bottle, opening her rectal sheath as the shaft drove deeper and deeper into her body.
It s not bloody thick enough!
Barry's lewd words drifted in her mind, tantalizing, teasing, goading. Slipping the bottle out of her stretched duct, she sat upright, scanning the room for something more suitable, something longer, thicker.

'Ah, yes!' she grinned, taking a perfume bottle from the dressing table. 'Six inches long, almost three inches in diameter - perfect!' Although her perverted thoughts were beginning to disturb her, she wasn't going to be swayed from scoring over Barry on the debauchery front. 'I know I can do it!' she asserted, lying back on the bed and raising her knees to her chest again.

The rounded end of the bottle well-lubricated, she offered the impromptu phallus to her oily anal portal. Gently pushing, persuading her brown ring to yield, she was determined to ease the bottle deep into her hot bowels. Her clitoris throbbed in response as her sphincter muscles surrendered to the huge phallus, opening three inches to allow the gigantic intruder access to her bowels.

'Oh, my God!' she cried as the bottle suddenly slipped deep into her rectal sheath. 'Oh, oh! God!' Her eyes rolling, she'd never experienced such heavenly sensations from her sadly neglected bottom-hole before. Lying dormant for years, she wondered why she'd never allowed her fingers to cross the short bridge of flesh between her vaginal opening and her rectum to discover her paradisiacal anus. The electrifying sensations her stretched bumhole brought her permeated her very being, and she swore to pay regular intimate attention to her newly-discovered pleasure haven.

The bottle firmly in place, tightly gripped by her velveteen rectal tube, she grabbed the discarded hair spray can, offering the metal phallus to her gaping vagina, wondering whether she could fill both holes to capacity.

Slowly, gently, she eased the can into her vaginal canal, stretching the inner flesh, opening her pussy-duct to accommodate the long, thick shaft.
If Barry were to come in now!
she thought in her mischief, imagining him standing in the doorway eyeing her blatantly abused love-holes. Her clitoris suddenly pulsating, she pushed the can fully home, the metal cooling her cervix, and took the vibrator from the quilt.

'Oh, my God!' she wailed as she pressed the vibrating pink tip to her ballooning clitoris. 'Ah, God, that's ..Her body writhing, contorting as if in agony, Marianne had never experienced such shuddering peaks of sexual pleasure. She felt the fire of passion deep within her pelvis, a burning desire between her splayed thighs. Her entire being centred deep within her cunt, her tight anal-tube, her throbbing clitoris. Barely able to endure the colossal orgasmic waves as they erupted from her pleasure-bud, sending incredible shock waves through her quivering body, she held her breath, her eyes rolling in her sexual euphoria.

At last, the orgasmic waves receded, leaving Marianne exhausted in their wake. Panting for breath, her holes desperately trying to eject the massive phalluses, she lay quivering, for the moment unable to move or to extract the huge shafts from her painfully bloated sex-ducts.

Managing to straighten and spread her legs, she reached between her thighs and gently but firmly pulled the can from her gripping vaginal sheath. As the metal cylinder slipped out, she gasped. The sensations causing tremors deep within her womb, she rested before attempting to remove the bottle from her rectum. 'What have I done?' she cried as her vagina closed, sealing the entrance to her womb once again. 'Christ, what have I become?'

Pulling, twisting, she finally managed to slip the large bottle from her bottom-hole, allowing her creamy anal tube to deflate, return to its former size, leaving a strange empty sensation within her young pelvis. Bringing her body upright, she sat on the edge of the bed and gazed between her parted thighs. Her outer vaginal lips red, sore, swollen, her girl-come pouring in torrents from her hot hole, pooling on the quilt, she quivered, praying that Barry was still in the garage - unaware of her disgusting act of self-abuse.

Slipping her panties up her legs and covering her inflamed holes, the once most sacrosanct regions of her very femininity, Marianne decided to go for a walk, to think, to contemplate her new-found sexual deviancy. Creeping downstairs, praying that Barry wasn't in the house, she slipped out of the front door and through the garden gate into the street.

Still wondering why she'd had no power over her actions, no free will, when Barry had used the trigger word, Marianne made her way to the park. Was the word really beginning to work? she pondered. Autosuggestion was a very real thing, perhaps that's what was happening? Whatever it was, she assured herself that it wouldn't happen again. She'd fight it if it did!

Sitting on a bench by the pond, Marianne reflected on the recent events. No pubic hair. Anal intercourse. Oral sex. Swallowing sperm, Lesbian sex. Whipping. Bondage. A candle, a hairspray can, a perfume bottle, a deodorant bottle, a huge plastic container, a vibrator. . . 'Mv God!' she breathed, wondering where the old Marianne had gone.

There seemed to be nothing left to discover - she'd charted all the areas of her young body, sounded all the depths.