Enslaved (2 page)

Her blue eyes closed, she listened as her boyfriend tugged his zip down and pulled his hard penis out. Watching through her eyelashes as he knelt astride her head, his massive member hovering threateningly above her pretty face, she knew that she was about to be instructed to do something she'd never done before. Something he'd often asked of her but that she'd never been able to bring herself to do.

'Open your pretty mouth and suck my knob!' he demanded crudely as he gripped his veined shaft and pressed his swollen glans to her pursed lips. The cucumber, the masturbation, hadn't been the ultimate test after all, she thought anxiously as she parted her red lips. 'Come on, you fucking bitch! Suck the sperm from my cock!' Barry ordered harshly.

Marianne allowed his glans to slip into her hot mouth and rest against her tongue as his loveless words echoed in the confusion of her mind. She was driven now not by her sexual arousal, but by her curiosity. How far would he go to satisfy his cold lust? To what extent would he use her for debased sex - use her body, the body of the girl he professed to love so much?

Now, with his darker-than-dark side emerging fully, she thought about her relationship. Was this the man she really wanted to marry? she wondered as his knob slipped further into her wet mouth. He'd always been so kind, loving and gentle with her, making sweet love with her - not lust. But now?

'Ah, that's good! You've a succulent mouth, a fuckable mouth!' Barry gasped as his knob came to rest at the back of her throat, his broad shaft absorbing the inner heat of her wet mouth. 'Suck it, bitch! Wank me off and drink my come!' he cried as he leaned forward, resting his weight on his hands, his heavy balls rolling in anticipation.

Barely believing the blunt demand, the crudely uttered words of cold lust as she took her boyfriend's shaft in her hand, Marianne began her wanking movements. She was tempted to reveal her feigned hypnotic state and expose him for the heartless pervert she now knew him to be. 'Coming!' he gasped as she was about to pull his penis from her bloated mouth and tell him what she thought of his loveless act, his cruel violation of her young naked body. But she wanted to learn more about his inner self. She'd put a halt to the games. But not yet, she decided.

His sperm suddenly jetted from his throbbing knob, filling her mouth, bathing her tongue as she wanked his rock-hard shaft. To her surprise, her first-ever taste of male come aroused her, sending electrifying quivers of sex deep into her very core. Salty, creamy, she savoured the taste and texture of the male liquid, only swallowing hard when her cheeks had filled and she began to cough and splutter. Running her tongue over his silky glans, she felt her clitoris throb, her vaginal lips swell around the massive cucumber, her stretched pussy-hole ooze with her juices of lust.

'That's it, lap it all up - slave!' Barry ordered as his flow stemmed. 'Swallow my spunk - tart! I'll fuck your mouth every day now that I know your secret word! And I'll fuck your bum! That's something I think about when I wank. You didn't know that I wank, did you? Well, you do now! I have to, you see. You're so bloody mean when it comes to your cunt, your mouth, that I have to wank almost every day! But now that you're my sex slave, you can pleasure me on demand!'

As the sex fiend pulled away and ordered his puppet to slip the cucumber from her pussy and hide it under the sofa for the next gruelling sex session, Marianne could barely believe the change in him. But this wasn't change, she decided - it was the
real
Barry!

'Get dressed now, and I'll fuck your arse for you later!' he laughed, zipping up his jeans. Confused, Marianne climbed to her feet and retrieved her clothes. Cupping her firm breasts in her red lace bra, she decided to pretend that the trigger word didn't work anymore. And to announce the end of her relationship with the man she'd thought she'd known so well. Holding back her tears as she finished dressing, she followed her boyfriend's orders and sat in the armchair as he retook his position on the sofa.

Wondering how he'd bring her out of her
hypnotic state,
she breathed a sigh of relief as he clicked his fingers and ordered her to wake up.
Naive bastard!
she thought as she looked around the room, trying not to catch his eyes.
Bloody bastard!

'Coffee, love?' he asked softly, rising to his feet.

'Er. .. yes, OK,' she half smiled, her tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as he left the room. His salty sperm lingering on her tongue, she had to admit that she'd enjoyed him coming in her mouth. Oral sex was nice, it brought a certain closeness, she mused. But his words, his cold, loveless words had destroyed something. The way he'd used her, her young body to satisfy his debased craving for perverted sex had taken away the love she'd thought they'd shared.

As he brought the coffee in and placed her cup on the table, Marianne began to think that she'd been too harsh.
He is a man, after all,
she thought, smiling up at him.
What normal man wouldn't take advantage of such a situation?
But his cruel words of depraved lust still pained her. Did he want her for the woman she was - or only her body?

'So, what have you been up to all week?' she asked, picturing him lying in their bed masturbating while she'd been away

'Working at the office every day,' he replied, sipping his coffee. 'And I've spent most evenings with John, working on his bloody thesis. It's still nowhere near finished!'

'How's he getting on at the uni?'

'Not bad at all - fitting in quite well, considering that he's a total nutter! He says it's hard going, but he's enjoying it. Better than working for a living, he reckons! And as for the girls there! Well, you know what John's like when it comes to ... the less said about that the better, I think!'

'God, he's not coming round this evening, is he?' Marianne asked agitatedly as the doorbell rang, wondering what the young man would think if he discovered the hot, girl-wet cucumber beneath the couch - the evidence of Barry's debased inner self.

'He did say that he'd call round, yes. But he won't stay for long, so don't worry.'

Jumping up, Barry left the room to answer the door - and Marianne to ponder on her wicked game. She was in two minds now. Wondering whether Barry really would slip his penis deep into her bottom-hole, her stomach somersaulted at the thought of being penetrated, fucked there.
I'd be completely innocent
, she concluded, wondering what other debased fantasies he'd live out whilst she was supposedly hypnotized.

'Go into the lounge and I'll bring you a coffee,' Barry said, opening the door.

'Ah, Marianne!' John greeted her. 'How for art thou?'

'I'm fine, John! More to the point, how are you?' Marianne laughed as he sat on the sofa, the girl-wet phallic fruit only inches from his feet.

'Bearing up under the strain of being surrounded by dozens of nubile young women! How was the hypno' course?' he asked as he ran his fingers through his blond hair and perched expectantly on the edge of the sofa.

'It didn't work,' she sighed despondently. 'I failed miserably!'

'Oh, that's a shame. I thought you'd be giving us a demo or something.'

'A demo?' she echoed anxiously.

'Yes - you know, getting Barry to prance around the room like a prize prat!'

'No chance, I'm afraid! Still, at least I tried.'

'Better to have tried and failed, as they say - whoever
they
are!'

'There you go, John,' Barry grinned as he closed the door with his foot and passed his friend a cup of coffee.

'Ah, thanks!'

Feeling a wetness between her legs, Marianne made her excuses and left the room to cleanse her drenched pussy. Her thoughts still swaying between Barry's alien words, his uncharacteristic behaviour, and her incredible sexual arousal, she decided not to come to any conclusions until she'd>enjoyed another session of wanton sex with him - and discovered what else lay hidden in the murky depths of his subconscious.
Shame to spoil the game now,
she mused as she closed and locked the bathroom door, again wondering whether Barry wanted her for the woman she was - or craved only her young pussy.

'It's a shame Marianne wasted all that money on the course!' John remarked as Barry sat beside him.

'It wasn't wasted.' Barry's lips furled into a grin. 'She can't hypnotize people, but the course instructor has planted a trigger word in her subconscious - and I know the word!' he chuckled.

'A trigger word? What do you mean?' John asked, his eyes frowning.

'A word that sends her into a hypnotic state. When I say the word, she'll do anything I ask - and remember nothing about it afterwards.'

'That's crap! You're having me on!'

'No, I'm not! I'll prove it to you when she comes back.'

'Trigger word, my foot!' John mocked.

'Shush! Here she comes!'

Sitting opposite the men, Marianne sipped her coffee and asked John about his thesis. He grinned, turning to look at Barry as he waited for him to utter the magical word and send the pretty girl off into some strange robotic state. 'Juxtaposition!' Barry articulated loudly and clearly.

Marianne's heart leaped, her hands trembling as she realized she was required to perform before John.
Perform what?
she wondered uneasily. Still holding her coffee cup, she awaited Barry's instructions, praying that he'd not ask her to masturbate.
If the bastard does, I'll have to expose myself as a fraud!

'Stand up!' Barry ordered. Placing her cup on the table, Marianne stood before her audience, her heart banging hard against her chest as she wondered what she'd have to do to prove to John that she really was hypnotized. 'Do a little dance!' Barry laughed gleefully.

Leaping around the room, Marianne was relieved that a dance was all that was required of her. 'That proves nothing!' John jeered. 'You're both having me on! What do you think I am, brain-damaged?'

'All right!' Barry replied. 'Marianne, stand in front of us and lift your skirt up over your stomach!'

Frozen to the spot, the girl wondered whether to fake an illness or something, anything to halt the humiliation. 'Go on,
do it
/' Barry ordered impatiently as John scoffed at the very idea of trigger words and hypnosis. Thankful that she'd washed her pussy and changed her panties, she stood before her spectators and lifted her skirt, revealing the tight pink material following the contour of her swollen vaginal lips, the neat dividing groove between her warm hillocks of girl-flesh.

'There, proof enough?' Barry asked triumphantly.

'That proves nothing!' John returned, much to Marianne's horror. 'We've all seen a pair of pussy-bulged knickers before! That proves nothing, other than that Marianne's a gorgeous bird!'

'Bloody hell!' Barry groaned irritably. 'What do you want, blood? Er... Marianne, keep your skirt up, and pull the front of your panties down.'

There was to be one ultimately humiliating test after another, it seemed! Her hands now visibly shaking, Marianne knew that the time had come to end her game of deception. As she made her decision and lowered her skirt, Barry repeated his instruction with a hint of exasperation in his voice. 'Pull your bloody skirt up and your knickers down - and show John your pubes!'

The devil emerging? Or had Barry changed? Marianne wondered as she tentatively lifted her short skirt again. He'd always been so possessive, so jealous - but here he was, asking her to display her feminine intimacy to another man! Wondering just how far he'd go, she decided to play along, if only to discover the full depravity of the monster she now thought her boyfriend to be.

Her thumb between the tight elastic of her panties and her smooth stomach, she held her breath, wondering how she'd feel by exposing her blonde pubes, her pink crack, to her voyeurs. Barry was a bastard, but she'd get him! Somehow, the tables would turn and the day would soon come when the whole thing would backfire on him, she promised herself.

Pulling her panties down, her eyes blank, her face expressionless, she felt her womb flutter as John gasped. 'God, she must really be under!' he finally acknowledged as she pulled the flimsy material down a little further to reveal her inner lips protruding from her pussy-slit.

'What did I tell you?' Barry quipped smugly.

'Fuck me! Will she do anything? I mean, absolutely anything?'

'You should have seen what I got her to do earlier! Christ, you should have seen her! I'll tell you what. .. No, it's not fair to use her like this,' Barry smiled, sending a wave of relief rolling through Marianne's racked mind. 'Pull your knickers up and lower your skirt and then go and sit down, love,' he said softly.

Which is the real Barry?
she wondered as he clicked his fingers. Picking up her coffee cup, she smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened. She'd passed the ultimate test! she thought happily, praying that, in the future, Barry would only use the word when they were alone together. The game was going well. Not only had she convinced John, but Barry was now completely under her spell.

But, ultimate test or not, she realized that Barry wouldn't stop there. His conscience had obviously won the day, and he'd not asked her to masturbate in front of John - but wouid it always win? Would his darker side demand that he humiliate her again and again? If that happened, then all she had to do was pretend that the trigger word no longer worked, that it had worn off.