Enslaved (16 page)

'Yes, and he'd use hypnosis and screw
youV

'Not if he's a professional man, he wouldn't!'

'He's a
man
, Natalie!'

'Yes, I suppose he is. We've got a spare room if you need somewhere to stay for a while.'

'Thanks, but no. I'll work something out. The only real problem is Barry bringing men home to screw me. If the trigger word works, I'll have no power to ... I might go and

stay with my mother for a few weeks.'

'Look, I really must be going,' Natalie sighed as she walked to the door. 'We'll talk about this again, Marianne, when I've more time - I've got an appointment with the hairdresser this morning. Thanks for the coffee. And don't worry! I'm only next door so, if you need help, just shout.'

'Thanks, Natalie,' Marianne smiled, opening the front door and seeing the girl out, eyeing her slender thighs, her short skirt. 'I'll keep you posted, OK?'

'Yes, you do that!'

'By the way, the word is
juxtaposition
,' Marianne enlightened her, gazing at her rounded breasts, her nipples pressing through her tight T-shirt.

'I thought you weren't going to tell me?' Natalie grinned as she turned and walked down the path.

'I trust you! Bye!'

Grabbing the Christmas candle from the cupboard and wandering out into the back garden, Marianne sat on a patio chair and opened her gown. The sun warming her young body, her pert breasts, she relaxed. Her fingers toying with her hairless pussy lips, her stirring clitoris, she eased the huge candle deep into her moistening vaginal sheath.

The sensations permeating her quivering pelvis, she slowly slipped the wet candle in and out of her tight pussy, imagining Natalie naked. Massaging her swelling clitoris with her fingertips, she closed her eyes, wishing she'd grabbed the vibrator from the bedroom - wishing Natalie had used the trigger word.

Pondering on the dreadful situation she was in, she wondered again what to do. Her clitoris, now awake after many virtually dormant years, would demand her attention daily, she knew. Her entire body had awoken, her nipples become alive, her vagina insatiable in its yearning for tongues, fingers, candles - penises.

As her clitoris throbbed slightly, sending a quiver up her spine, she thought of Rod, wondering whether to take a stroll through the park and visit him. But no, before she did anything, she had to conceive a plan. Her fingers leaving her clitoris, her hands by her sides, she wallowed in the beautiful sensations the massive candle was bringing her.

'Juxtaposition!' Barry's voice bellowed from the open back door. Her heart racing, Marianne lay still.
Pretend to be sleeping,
she thought, slowly closing her thighs to conceal the candle. 'Marianne, are you sleeping?' Barry asked as he stood before her. 'Juxtaposition!' he repeated. 'I don't know if it's worked or not, Dave - I'm not sure whether she's asleep or in a trance,' Barry said, shocking Marianne.

'She's got a beautiful pair of tits!' his friend laughed.

'She's got a beautiful cunt, too! Let's see if the word has worked. Marianne, open your legs and show Dave your shaved cunt.'

Her heart pounding, banging hard against her chest, her hands trembling, Marianne froze. Barry would realize that she was sleeping and wake her up, she was sure, but what could she do?
The whole thing has gone too far!
she thought, glad that the trigger word hadn't really worked and that she was still in control of her actions.

'Wake up, Marianne!' Barry ordered irritably, shaking her shoulder. Stirring, she opened her eyes and pulled her gown over her young breasts. 'This is Dave,' Barry introduced, turning to the young man by his side.

'Oh, hi! I'm sorry, I was sleeping. Er. . . want some coffee?' Marianne asked, rising to her feet.

'No, there's no time for coffee,' Barry grinned, winking at his friend. 'I've brought Dave round to show him something,' he added. 'Something special!'

Standing with her thighs squeezed together to keep the candle in place, Marianne tried to formulate a plan. Was Dave the first of many paying customers? she wondered, eyeing his tight blue jeans. Or did Barry merely want to show him the power he had over his girlfriend?

Scrutinizing the young man, Marianne smiled. He was tall with dark hair and deep-set eyes. In his early twenties, cleanshaven and masculine, he'd make a good catch!
Not bad-looking at all!
she mused.

'Juxtaposition!' Barry said loudly. Motionless, Marianne waited in anticipation, praying that the phone would ring or that someone would call round. Her thoughts swirling, she wanted the young man to use her for sex, but her conscience nagged her. This was wrong, she knew, but her arousal was beginning to win the battle raging in her racked mind.

'Right, she's all yours,' Barry quipped, turning to the young man.

'I can't believe this!' Dave laughed, reaching for his wallet. 'I've never seen anything like it!'

'Believe it or not, she's completely under your control! You can do what you like with her. Order her to ... well, I'm sure you have a good enough imagination!'

'Better than good enough! God, just think - a beautiful young girl who'll do anything I ask of her!'

'You're right there - she'll do absolutely anything!'

'This is too good to be true! There's fifty, as agreed.'

'Thanks, Dave. I'll slip this under the floorboards along with my mags and see you later.'

Watching the money change hands, Marianne's stomach somersaulted, her clitoris stirred, her vagina tightened around the candle. Wasn't Barry going to watch? she wondered as he walked to the back door.

'Enjoy yourself!' he called, stepping into the kitchen.

'I will! Believe me - I bloody well will!' Dave replied enthusiastically. 'Now, Marianne, I'm going to enjoy an hour or so with you, with your beautiful shaved cunt and your lovely tits! This is a secluded garden, so let's start with you taking your dressing gown off.'

Hearing the front door slam shut, Marianne swore to get her own back on Barry. To leave her alone and vulnerable with another man was despicable! she thought. And to take fifty pounds from him, to sell her to another man for sex, was sickening! But, she consoled herself, she was still in control. Although there was little point in being in control if she could do nothing to stop Dave from using her! The only way was to make out that the word hadn't worked, to begin moving about, asking where Barry had got to and . . . But did she really want to put an end to the game?

'Come on, take your gown off!' Dave instructed. 'I've paid good money for you, and I want my money's worth! Barry tells me that I'm the first to pay him for using you. He also told me that he's lined up several other men. He should do well at fifty quid a time!'

The horrifying words resounding through her mind, Marianne opened her gown and slipped it off her shoulders. If she were to have sex with a stranger for fifty pounds, then she'd take the money from Barry's hiding place - the money
she'd
earned, she decided. At least she'd discovered where the dirty magazines were.
Beneath the floorboards in which room?
she wondered as Dave knelt before her, scrutinizing her naked body.

'You've a nice cunt!' Dave praised, parting her swollen pussy lips, exposing her distended inner petals. 'I love shaved cunts - you can see all a girl has between her legs when there's no ... Christ!' he exclaimed. 'What's this?'

Slipping the candle from her tight vagina, he examined the wet waxen shaft, grinning as he looked up between her elongated nipples at her pretty face. 'Been having a quick frig-off in the garden, then?' he laughed. Remaining silent, Marianne decided not to say one word, no matter what he did or said. 'Fancy that! You've been bringing yourself off with a bloody great candle!'

The incredible situation sending electrifying sensations of lewd sex through her naked body, she began to relax. Looking down at the stranger kneeling before her naked body, examining the glistening flesh between her inflamed vaginal lips, sent a quiver up her spine, a bolt of desire through her young womb. This was so wrong - so wonderfully wrong!

Kissing her soft mound, Dave breathed in her girl-scent. 'Mmm, you taste nice!' he said, licking the length of her open sex-groove. 'Worth every penny, in fact!' he added, slipping two fingers between her swollen labia and easing them into the heat of her saturated vagina.

Her legs weakening, Marianne sighed as her master drove his fingers deeper into her tightening sex-duct, stretching her creamy sheath wide open as he massaged her inner flesh. Her clitoris swelling beneath his lapping tongue, she found herself longing for his cock.
Will he get me to suck him and swallow his sperm?
she wondered.
Or will he fuck me?

'Barry's a lucky man, having a sex slave!' Dave remarked. 'Mind you, I wouldn't sell someone as beautiful as you to another man! Still, that's Barry, I suppose. He's had so many girls on the side, behind your back, that I'm surprised you've never caught him out!'

Her stomach churning, her heart sinking, Marianne was discovering even more about Barry the bastard.
So many girls on the side, behind your back
... The stunning revelation haunting her, she swore to get Barry out of her life, to get as far away from him as possible.

Rod,
she mused as Dave slipped a third finger into her hot love-mouth, opening her girl-flesh further, fully exposing her erect clitoris to his snaking tongue.
Rod would have me live with him, given half the chance, I'm sure!
But would he use her as Barry had? Would Rod use her as ... Rod had already used her!

'OK!' Dave said eagerly, slipping his wet fingers from the girl's vagina and sucking her juices from them as he stood up. 'For your first trick, I want you to get on all fours, on the grass, and stick your bum high in the air.'

Following her master's instructions, Marianne felt a pang of desire course through her quivering pelvis as she took her position on the lawn. Kneeling behind her, Dave parted her taut bum-cheeks, peering at her small hole nestling above her distended vaginal lips. Her body open, blatantly on display to a stranger, she was overwhelmed by a terrific sense of corruption - evil. She desired anything and everything in the name of cold sex.
The more perverted, the better!
she found herself thinking as Dave toyed with her anal entrance.

'Very nice!' he praised, yanking her buttocks further apart and gently sliding two fingers deep into her tight bottom-sheath. 'There's nothing I like more than fucking a young girl's tight bumhole!'

Resting her head on the grass, projecting her rump up further, Marianne breathed deeply as the lewd sensations emanated from deep within her hot rectum, slowly creeping over her tingling flesh, stiffening her clitoris. Hearing his zip open as Dave slipped his fingers from her tightening hole, she grinned. She knew nothing about the man, she'd never even seen his penis, and yet he was about to drive the organ concerned deep into her most private portal and fuck her there - fill her bowels with his gushing sperm.

The thought exciting her beyond belief as she recalled the money changing hands, she waited for the anal fucking to begin. Taking the money from Barry's hiding place would cause him to suspect her, but he could do nothing, say nothing.
The tables will turn yet!
she mused as Dave's bulbous knob stabbed at her brown hole.

Pressing his solid knob against her sensitive portal, he managed to drive the head past her defeated muscles and into the fiery heat of her accommodating rectum. 'Ah, God!' he gasped. 'God, you're tight!' He drove his knob farther into her hot bottom-sheath, opening her, filling her with his rock-hard organ until he'd impaled her completely.

Manoeuvring her head, Marianne gazed between her firm breasts at her master's huge balls as he gently withdrew his organ and pushed it home again into the forbidden depths of her anal cavern. Swinging, gently slapping her bloated pussy lips with his slow facking motions, the sight of his heavy balls excited her.

She craved sex now, sex with anyone and everyone - male and female! - she reflected. But her bottom-hole was her new-found pleasure centre, bringing her a certain lewdness, a perversity, that she relished in. The beautifal experience of a massive penis driving deep within her hot bumhole delighting her, she imagined Jill positioning her open vagina beneath her face, begging for Marianne to lick her cunt as Dave facked her from behind.
God, there s so much more to experience!
she mused, picturing Jill's open cunt, her dripping sex-folds, her erect clitoris throbbing in orgasm.

Imagining Barry slipping his penis into her mouth and demanding her to suck as Dave shafted her bumhole, Marianne quivered.
Three men, three hard cocks\
she thought in her ever-rising arousal - her ever-deepening depravity.
Three or four men - and two girls!
The immoral picture forming in her mind as Dave began thrusting with a vengeance, Marianne closed her eyes, revelling in the obscenity of her forbidden coupling.

Recalling the old Marianne, the Marianne who would never dream of even looking at another man, let alone allowing a stranger to slip his penis into her anal-tube, she wondered, yet again, at her incredible transformation.
Perhaps all women harbour a nymphomaniac deep within their subconscious,
she thought. All men were perverts - she'd learned that much! - she reflected as Dave quickened his rhythm.