Enslaved (19 page)

'Juxtaposition,' Jill breathed quietly as she turned her head, her eyes glued to Marianne.

'Sorry?' Marianne smiled, averting her gaze, noticing a large leather bag by Jill's feet. Jill looked at Lydia and frowned, thinking that perhaps Marianne hadn't heard the magical word. 'If you don't mind,' Marianne began. 'I have an awful headache - it's just come on. When you've finished your wine, I think I'll go up to bed. I'm sorry to spoil the evening but...'

'Juxtaposition!' Jill repeated loudly, desperate for the trigger word to work.

Her muscles locked, Marianne was unable to move, to protest. To her horror, the game was no longer a game!
The word doesn't work! It
can't
work!
she asserted mentally as the girls giggled excitedly. Desperately trying to move her limbs as she stood motionless before her audience, Marianne couldn't believe that she had no control over her vulnerable body. A battle raging in her mind, she affirmed again and again that there
was
no trigger word - that this wasn't happening.

'She can't have heard the first time,' Jill said nonchalantly as she reclined on the sofa, sipping her wine, wondering how to begin the evening of lesbian sex. 'Start at the beginning, I suppose!' she grinned. 'Marianne, remove all your clothes! We want to have a good look at your lovely body.'

Her hands working mechanically, Marianne pulled her top over her head, tousling her long blonde hair as she flung the garment to the floor in her involuntary wanton abandonment. Unclipping her bra, still desperately fighting her mental battle, she peeled the red, silk cups from her firm breasts, amazed by her elongating nipples, her darkening areolae.

'Suck your nipples,' Lydia ordered crudely, moving forward on the sofa in anticipation. Cupping her breasts in her hands, Marianne lifted her warm mammary spheres as she lowered her head. Taking each nipple into her hot mouth in turn, she sucked, stiffening her milk buds, darkening her areolae. 'Lick your tits, lick them all over!' Lydia cried in her arousal. Complying, Marianne swept her tongue over her breasts, wetting the firm flesh with her saliva.

'Take your skirt off now!' Jill instructed, eager to see the girl's shaved pussy.

As Marianne released her rounded breasts and slipped her tight skirt down, revealing her knickerless pussy to her audience, her heart leaped, her stomach somersaulting as an urgent desire coursed through her contracting womb at the thought of lesbian sex.

Marianne had no choice other than to concede to the fact that she was in some kind of hypnotic trance. How the faked trigger word had worked she had no idea.
Autosuggestion?
she wondered. Was that possible? But it didn't matter
how
it had worked, she mused as she kicked her skirt aside. The point was that it
had
worked!

Having all her faculties about her, she was well aware of the girls, of their chatter as they discussed the debauched evening ahead, what they were going to do with their naked sex slave - what they were going to order her to do to
their
naked bodies!

'Let's ask her a few things,' Lydia suggested.

'Ask her a few things? What sort of things?' Jill replied irritably, more eager to get down to the crude lesbian sex rather than have a chat with Marianne.

'Ask her about her sex life!' Lydia returned. 'About masturbation and . ..'

'Do you masturbate, Marianne?' Jill interrupted.

'Yes,' Marianne replied, the words falling from her lips without her thinking.

'What do you masturbate with, your fingers, a vibro, or what?'

'I expect she uses a cucumber!' Lydia laughed impishly.

'A hairspray can, a plastic container, a deodorant bottle, a perfume bottle, a. . .'

'What, all at once?' Lydia broke in, disbeiievingly.

'No - I use the plastic container for my bum, and the hairspray can for my pussy,' Marianne admitted, desperate to halt her involuntary confession.

'Go and get them!' Jill ordered. 'I must see this!'

As her legs carried her from the room and up the stairs, Marianne again tried to regain command over her nude body. Taking the plastic container, the hairspray can and baby lotion from the dressing table, she moved to the bedroom door. Passing through the doorway onto the landing, she resigned herself to the fact that she was in a state of hypnosis. She was a slave to the girls - a sex slave!

'This should be good!' Lydia cried as Marianne placed her masturbation equipment on the floor. 'I can't believe that you put that huge plastic container up your bum! It" must be at least four inches across!'

'Come on then, show us how you do it!' Jill breathed excitedly.

Lying on the floor, her legs wide apart, her femininity blatantly displayed, Marianne grabbed the baby lotion, lubricating the container in readiness for anal penetration. Reaching beneath her thigh, she pressed and twisted the rounded end of the huge phallus against her brown portal, trying to push it past her sphincter muscles as the girls watched with bated breath.

Slowly, Marianne's bottom-hole opened, yielding to accommodate the huge shaft. Further she drove the container into her abused rectal sheath, gasping as the delightful sensations permeated her quivering pelvis. Her sensitive tissue stretching, gripping the slippery plastic cylinder, she lifted her buttocks off the floor, pushing the phallus further into her hot bowels, leaving half its oily length protruding from her anal opening.

'I can hardly believe it!' Lydia gasped. 'Surely she won't be able to push that hairspray can into her fanny as well?'

'With that container up her bum, I doubt that she'd get a finger up her fanny, let alone the can!' Jill laughed as Marianne lubricated the metal phallus. 'It's at least three inches in diameter! She'll never do it!'

Peeling her hairless vaginal lips apart, exposing her juiced-up pinken hole, Marianne eased the can into her hot sex-cavern, her stomach rising and falling as her womb rhythmically contracted. Gently pushing and twisting the can, she drove it deeper into her abused body, gasping as the erotic sensations roused her inner base desires. The can fully home, pressing gently against her cervix, she lay with her arms by her sides, her legs wide open, displaying her stretched pinken flesh, her taut brown tissue.

'She's done it!' Lydia gasped, eyeing Marianne's erect clitoris, its entire length forced from its protective hood.

'Incredible!' Jill rejoined, wondering what to get the girl to do next. 'Shame we haven't got a man here, we could have watched Marianne have her mouth fucked!'

As the girls discussed their slave's naked body, Marianne again wondered about the trigger word. Under the total control of her mistresses, she was enjoying her lewd act, abusing her tight holes - but this wasn't the way she'd envisaged the game developing. If the trigger word was to really work, send her into a hypnotic trance, then she'd have no power to put an end to Barry's vile plans. She'd be used as a prostitute, a sex object - and there'd be nothing she could do about it, she thought. Apart from collect her earnings from beneath the kitchen floor!

Til get the rope out,' Jill said, opening her leather bag.
Rope?
Marianne thought excitedly.
What the hell are they going to do to me?
Barry, no doubt, was lurking in the dining room by now - listening, spying through the serving hatch at the obscenities. The thought of a voyeur excited Marianne as she turned her head, noticing that a vase of flowers had been placed in front of the partially open hatch. But she was completely innocent, she reminded herself, wishing, again, that she'd not opened up to Brooke-Smith.

Taking Marianne's hands and placing them over her stomach, Jill bound her prisoner's wrists together. 'And now for her legs!' she laughed, binding her ankles with rope.

'I've got an idea!' Lydia cried, dashing from the room. 'Don't tie her feet together!' she called from the hall. Returning with a garden cane, she grinned impishly. 'Tie her feet to each end of the cane. It'll keep her legs wide open - and her cunt!'

Taking the seven-foot cane, Jill bound Marianne's ankles to the ends, forcing her feet wide apart, exposing the full glory of the girl's bloated holes, her inflamed flesh taut around the massive phalluses. Marianne lay defenceless, unable to move, to conceal her girlhood, wondering what was coming next. Her legs painfully held apart, her thighs aching, she prayed for
some
mercy, at least.

'I know!' Jill cried excitedly. 'Tie some rope to the centre of the cane, and fix it to the ceiling so that her legs are up in the air!'

'How are we going to fix the rope to the ceiling?' Lydia asked despondently.

'Oh, that's a good point. I know! Tie a rope to the centre of the cane, and pull her legs up over her body and fix the other end of the rope to the radiator. That way, her fanny lips will be bulging between her open thighs, ready for anything!'

Quickly carrying out the girl's suggestion, Lydia stood back and admired her handiwork. Marianne's feet high in the air, her legs straight, held wide apart, the sexual centre of her young body was open to the lesbians' every perverted whim.

The end of the plastic container protruding between her splayed buttocks, Marianne grimaced as Jill tried to force it deeper into her bowels. Pushing, twisting the massive phallus, Jill wouldn't give up her debauched quest. 'Help me!' she ordered Lydia. 'Pull her bum cheeks as far apart as you can. I want to see whether she can take the entire length!'

Her sensitive bottom-crease stretched, her small hole painfully forced open, Marianne gasped as her rectum yielded, allowing the phallus to slip deeper into her bowels. 'You've done it!' Lydia screeched as Jill slipped the container further into the girl's anal-duct. 'My God, look at it! Look at her bumhole! You'd better not push it any further - you might lose it!'

'I told you I'd do it!' Jill replied, sitting back on her heels. 'I wouldn't mind trying it myself!'

'Strip off and I'll shove the wine bottle up your bum!' Lydia laughed.

'Later, perhaps. It's Marianne we're having fun with this evening!'

'Yes, and are we going to have some fun with the bitch!'

Marianne imagined the sight her lesbian friends had of her taut bottom-hole, her crudely stretched vaginal lips. The sensations bringing her a mixture of pain and incredible pleasure, she wondered at her next enforced feat. There was nothing left to do to her young body! Or so she thought as the girls moved either side of her and tweaked her long nipples.

'I honestly thought it would be physically impossible to get it that far up her bum!' Lydia said, her hand moving down over Marianne's smooth stomach to the girl's exposed clitoris.

'A girl I used to know said that she'd seen a dirty video where a woman had a fist up her fanny and, at the same time, another fist up her bum!'

'God! I can't believe that!' Lydia laughed, her fingers massaging Marianne's swollen clitoris.

'Well, it's true. Do you realize, if Barry were to discover the trigger word he could have a field day?' Jill said pensively. 'He could do anything and everything he wanted!'

'Yes, I'd been thinking about that earlier,' Lydia smiled.

'Perhaps we should tell him?'

'Whatever for?'

'I don't know. Anyway, I'm going to get our pretty little sex slave to give me a good licking!'

Slipping her panties off, Jill lifted her microskirt and knelt astride Marianne's head. Lowering her open sex-groove over the girl's face, she settled her full pussy lips over her mouth and ordered her slave to push her tongue out.

'Ah, that's good!' Jill gasped as Marianne's tongue lapped between her open cunt-folds.

'Mind your head on the cane!' Lydia said, gently slipping the phalluses from Marianne's young body, leaving her holes gaping, her juices flowing in torrents. Licking the wet flesh between Marianne's inflamed vaginal lips, Lydia pushed two fingers deep into the girl's bottom-sheath, opening her there, bringing her wonderful sensations of debauched sex.

Swallowing Jill's flowing cuntal juices, Marianne lost herself in the three-way coupling, delighting at the thought of Barry watching as she heard movements coming from the serving hatch. Was he wanking himself off? she wondered as Lydia inserted a third finger into her tight bottom-hole and sucked her solid clitoris into her hot mouth.

'Ah, yes!' Jill cried. 'Faster! Lick my clitty faster!' Working her tongue over Jill's throbbing clitoris, Marianne elicited the girl's shuddering orgasm, sucking hard on her pulsating nodule, delighting at the thought of another girl coming in her mouth. 'More! Don't stop!' Jill ordered, writhing above her slave, grinding the open centre of her quivering body hard against Marianne's wet face.

As Marianne's clitoris exploded in orgasm in Lydia's wet mouth, she spluttered on the copious flow of vaginal juice, desperate for air as Jill forced her cunt harder into her mouth. The orgasmic shock waves rocking her young body, her hands tied, her legs held apart, Marianne shook uncontrollably as her climax subsided, only to rise and grip her in lust again.

With Lydia's fingers thrusting deep into her anal-sheath, Marianne could barely stand the incredible pleasure she was deriving from her abused body. Her mouth full of cunt flesh, she gasped as Jill slipped her sex valley from her face. Panting for air, crying out her lewd pleasure as her multiple orgasm took her even higher to her sexual heaven, she rolled her eyes and tossed her head - completely and utterly lost in her sexual delirium.