Enslaved (15 page)

Her vaginal cavern aching for his solid penis, Marianne's stomach somersaulted as he unzipped his jeans.
God, make it good!
she prayed as she opened her legs as wide as she could, offering her girlishness to the stranger.

'Damn it!' Rod cursed as the front doorbell rang. 'I forgot he was coming round!' Leaving Marianne aching for sex, Rod zipped his jeans up and told her to compose herself. 'You'll come and see me again, do you understand?' he said firmly.

'Yes, I'll come and see you again,' she replied.

'Tomorrow morning, come here tomorrow morning and I'll fuck you, Marianne.'

Clicking his fingers, he stood up to answer the door. 'Sorry about this,' he smiled as the bell rang again. 'I forgot that a friend was coming to see me.'

'Oh, that's all right,' Marianne smiled as she climbed

to her feet. 'I'd better be going, anyway.'

Seeing her out through the back door, Rod eyed her shapely thighs as she wandered down the garden path. 'We'll meet again, I hope!' he called as the doorbell rang once more.

'I expect so!' she replied, opening the gate and escaping into the park, her vagina urgent in its craving for satisfaction.

Another conquest,
she mused, wandering back to the bench. The evening breeze cooling her swollen vaginal lips, she sat down, gazing at the ducks drifting around the pond.
I've got an evening of sex to endure,
she thought, wondering what Barry had constructed, what hideously beautiful device he intended to use on her young body.

Unaware of the time, she relaxed in the early-evening sun, contemplating her new way of life, her blatant debauchery, her trickery. Whichever way her relationship with Barry went didn't matter now that she'd found Rod.
Sod Barry!
Closing her eyes, picturing the stranger licking between her legs, she fell asleep - her body exhausted, her mind awash with sex.

Finally arriving home at ten, Marianne found Barry in the lounge. 'Where the hell have you been?' he asked angrily, looking up from his armchair. 'I was worried about you!'

Worried about your ruined evening, more than likely!
she thought, sitting on the sofa.

'Well, where
have
you been?'

'Walking,' she replied, her thoughts swirling with images of Rod, her secret master.

'Bloody hell, Marianne! You could have told me that you were going out! Jill and her friend came round to see you. They were very upset!'

'Were they? Oh well, there's always tomorrow evening.'

'That's not the point! You can't invite friends round and then go off out! What took you so long?'

She suddenly realized that, if the word worked and Barry sent her into a hypnotic trance, she would reveal her clandestine relationship and ruin everything. Thinking quickly, she smiled.

'Actually, I ran into a girl I was at school with. We had a drink, chatting about the old days, and I completely lost track of the time.'

'Oh, I see. Well, you'd better apologize to Jill.'

'Yes, I'll ring her in the morning. So, how was your client?'

'Client? Oh, yes. Er... I didn't bother in the end. I was worrying about you so ...'

'You don't have to worry about me, Barry! Anyway, I'm going to bed - I don't feel too well.'

'I'll come up, too.'

'No, let me get to sleep first. I feel awful!'

Climbing the stairs, praying that Barry wouldn't follow and force her to endure hours of perverted sex, Marianne slipped her clothes off and climbed under the quilt. Closing her eyes, her fingers toying between her full vaginal lips, she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about her conquests -and her future exploits.

Barry had left the house by the time Marianne half-opened her eyes, her naked body stirring as another day began. Thanking God that he'd gone, she checked the time - nine-thirty. What would today bring? she wondered as she climbed out of bed and drew the curtains. What indeed?

Slipping into her dressing gown as she descended the stairs, her heart leaped as the doorbell rang. Pulling her gown tightly across her firm breasts, praying that it wasn't John calling for early-morning sex, she opened the front door.

'Oh, hi, Natalie!' she greeted her young neighbour. 'Come in!'

'Thanks. I haven't seen you since you got back from the hypnosis course and I was wondering how you got on?'

'Come through, I'll put the kettle on and tell you all about it,' Marianne replied, leading the girl into the kitchen.

Sitting at the table, Natalie rested her chin on her fist, gazing at Marianne in anticipation. Her blonde bob framing her pretty face, her full red lips curling into a smile, her blue eyes sparkling, she urged Marianne to tell her everything.

'I've gone and done something very silly,' Marianne confessed, switching the kettle on and joining her friend at the table.

'Really?'

'Yes, really. I got back from the course and ... I failed, by the way!'

'That's a shame! All that money wasted!'

'It's all right - it was Barry's money! Anyway, I pretended that the lecturer had implanted a trigger word in my subconscious. It was a joke, just a bit of fun I thought I'd have with Barry, that's all. But the whole thing's got completely out of hand. Barry's friend John came round the other evening. Like a fool, Barry went and blurted out the word to show John how easily I could be hypnotized.'

'What did he get you to do, jump up and down on one foot?' Natalie laughed.

'No, but I wish he had! Anyway, Barry had a phone call and had to go out to see a client. John was finishing his coffee and . .. John said the trigger word.'

'God! What happened?'

'Not wanting to spoil the game I'd started with Barry, I faked a hypnotic trance. And then . . . well, John told me to take my clothes off.'

'You didn't strip off in front of him, did you?'

'Yes. But there's more - I allowed him to have sex with me.'

'My God! You should have told him to bugger off!'

'No! He'd have told Barry that I was conning him, don't you see?'

'Yes, I do, but. . . being unfaithful to Barry just for the sake of a silly game is ridiculous!'

'That was nothing! I did something far worse than that. I had sex with two girls.'

'Two girls?' Natalie gasped. 'Why? Are you a ...'

'No, I'm not a lezzie! This girl, Jill, a lesbian friend of mine, would have told Barry that I'd been fooling him.'

'So what? You can't go around having sex with people

just to keep a ridiculous game going with Barry!'

'I realize that! I suppose, with Jill and her friend, I was intrigued. You see, I was completely innocent, in their eyes, anyway. It was strange, being ordered about, being told to do this and that. I quite enjoyed the game, it was fun. Anyway, that was my first lesbian experience and I...'

'You call that fun? Did you enjoy having sex with two girls, then?'

'No, not really. Well, I suppose it was . .. The thing is, I've also had sex with a man I met in the park,' Marianne confessed, wondering why she was telling her neighbour her most intimate secrets.

'What, a stranger?'

'Yes. Actually, I didn't have full sex with him - he used the trigger word and got me to masturbate in front of him.'

'You're mad, Marianne! I've never heard anything so . ..
You
must come clean, tell Barry that you were conning him! And as for the man in the park! Why tell a stranger about the trigger word?'

'I fancied him.'

'What, so every man you fancy, or girl, for that matter, you have sex with before you've even got to know them?'

'No, it wasn't like that!'

'Then what
was
it like?'

'I'm not telling you all this just so that you can condemn me, Natalie! Anyway, I can't tell Barry the truth because he'd know that I'd had sex with John and that I'd been completely aware of what I was doing - I'd be admitting infidelity!'

'Does Barry know that you and John ...'

'Does he know? Christ! Barry set it up!'

'Set it up? Bloody hell, this is crazy!'

'You're telling me! I want to leave Barry but there's the house, the furniture and everything. I've discovered the horrifying extent of his evil side. Thinking that I was under hypnosis, he told me about his plans, plans to sell me to men for sex, to earn money by prostituting me.'

'Barry? I can't believe that!'

'It's funny how you think you know people, and then you discover that you don't know them at all! It's also funny how you think you know yourself and then ...'

'I'm stunned, Marianne - completely stunned!'

'There's more, I'm afraid!' Marianne sighed. 'There's another reason that I have to leave Barry. The word - he used it a couple of times and .. . and it actually worked.'

'It can't have done!'

'Well, it did! I lost all control over my body, my actions.'

'Autosuggestion, that's probably what it was. I've read quite a bit about self-hypnosis.'

'Whatever it was, what the hell do I do now?'

'God only knows! Why are you telling
me
all this, anyway?'

'I suppose I needed to talk to someone, someone I know and trust.'

'You needn't worry about me hypnotizing you and having sex with you! rm not a lesbian!'

'I didn't think I was that way... I know you're not a lesbian, Natalie!'

Leaving the table and pouring the coffee, Marianne wondered whether it had been a good idea to confess to Natalie. But she'd needed to tell someone, to ask someone for help with the terrible mess she'd got herself into.

'Had Barry not used the word to prove to John that it worked, none of this would have happened!' Marianne groaned. 'He made me lift my skirt and pull my panties down to prove that I was hypnotized!'

'He should never have done that!'

'No, and he should never have set me up with John! And

I should never have played the bloody stupid game in the first place!'

'I'll tell you what to do. Leave Barry, which you're going to do anyway, and tell your girlfriends that...'

'I can't reveal that I was conning them! I don't want people thinking that I'm a lezzie, that I was a willing participant!'

'But you were!'

'Yes, but no one knows that! Anyway, how can 1 tell Barry that I'm leaving him, that I'm just up and going without a reason - and taking my share of the house with me? If he knew that I'd deliberately been unfaithful, he'd do his utmost to make sure that I don't get a penny from the house! What the hell can I do?'

'I don't know, Marianne - I honestly don't! What's the trigger word?'

'I can't tell you. Too many people know as it is!'

'You can trust me, Marianne!'

'Yes, but what if you told Ian about it and he ...'

'My husband wouldn't...'

'Wouldn't he? As I said, you think you know people, and then you discover that you don't know them at all!'

'But Ian wouldn't. .. God, you've got
me
thinking now! I'd love to pretend to have a trigger word and have some fun with him!'

'No, you wouldn't. We all have a darker side, Natalie. Ian might have secrets, things you're better off knowing nothing about.'

'I'm sure he hasn't!'

'Think about this. Is there anything you'd rather he didn't know about you, about your past?'

'No, nothing! Well... I've never told anyone this before but. .. There was a friend of Ian's who helped us move into

the house just before we were married. He ... let's just say that I see your point.'

'You had an affair?'

'No, not an affair, exactly. Ian had to go away for a week, a sales conference, and I went and did something I've regretted ever since. I had sex with his friend.'

'There you are, then! Ian might have been having sex with someone while you were screwing his friend, so I wouldn't feel too guilty about it!'

Natalie's face dropped as the horrifying thought sunk in. It had never crossed her mind that Ian might have been unfaithful. Her own guilt was bad enough, let alone the thought that he might have been sleeping with another woman in his hotel room!

'I suppose you can't trust anyone, not one hundred per cent, anyway,' Natalie reflected. 'But this is incredible, Marianne! The things you've done are ...'

'Yes, yes, I know! But what I don't know is what the hell to do! I've nowhere to go. Well, apart from. .. But worse than that is the fact that I'm beginning to enjoy sex with different people!'

'God, you need help! Why not get onto the course lecturer and tell him what's happened?'

'He'd probably use the trigger word and screw me!'

'No, he wouldn't! I could always come with you.'