Enslaved (33 page)

'He's out there, in the park!' she panted. 'My soon-to-be-bloody-ex, he's come looking for me!'

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You're safe enough here! Calm down, Marianne! Sit down, and I'll make some coffee. Then we'll get straight into your hypnosis lesson, OK?'

'The sooner the better!' she smiled, flopping onto the sofa, her exposed girl-crack grinning at Rod. 'Sorry,' she giggled, tugging her skirt down to conceal her femininity.

'Please, don't apologize! You look wonderful!'

'I wouldn't normally go around like this, but I can't wear panties!' she complained. 'Subconscious suggestion and ail that. I can't pull panties up my legs - my hands just won't allow me to do it!'

'All right, wait there and I'll bring the coffee in. And then we'll get you sorted out.'

Placing the coffee on the table, Rod settled on the sofa beside Marianne. 'Now, what I intend to do is this,' he smiled, passing her a cup. 'I'll send you into a hypnotic trance, and then I'll teach you how to use hypnosis. As you failed the course, you're obviously not an easy one to teach but, under hypnosis, you'll take everything in. It's a bit like sleep learning.'

'You're not going to use the trigger word, are you?'

'No, no! I'll use my own methods to hypnotize you. I've been trying to think of the best way out of this problem and, hopefully, I've found the answer. All you'll have to do is hypnotize your boy— ex-boyfriend, and then tell him that the trigger word has changed. Erase the word jux ... oh, I'd better not say it! Tell him that the trigger word is chandelier, candelabra, anything! You see, he'll then start using the new word, and you'll be able to feign hypnosis.'

'But I want the trigger word erased from my subconscious, Rod! Too many people know about it! It's not only Barry!'

'Yes, well, it's impossible to remove the word from your subconscious - as we discovered the other day! I can't erase the word - God knows why, but I can't do it! The point is, by telling him that the word has changed and erasing the real one from his memory, you'll be free.'

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At least I'll be in control where Barry's concerned.'

'I wouldn't try hypnotizing too many people, Marianne. It's not good to ...'

TJ1 plant a trigger word in Barry's subconscious! I don't care what you say, I'm going to do it!'

'Well, that's up to you - I can only advise you not to do it. Anyway, put your cup down and relax. That's it, lie back, hands loose by your sides. Now, close your eyes and listen to me.'

All too aware of Rod's words, Marianne couldn't believe that she was under hypnosis as he rambled on. 'It hasn't worked,' she complained.

'Relax, you're under hypnosis now, as I speak,' he assured her before continuing his monotonic instructions. 'It's in the eyes and the voice - and the faith you have in yourself, the faith to hypnotize. You'll look into your subject's eyes and use
your
eyes, and your calming voice to bring about a state of hypnosis.'

Marianne sat in silence until her lesson was finally over and Rod snapped his fingers. 'There, all done,' he smiled as she turned to look at him.

'But nothing happened!'

'Didn't it? You now know how to use hypnosis, Marianne. It might take a while for you to master it completely, but you can do it well enough to give your ex a false trigger word and make him forget the real one.'

'I've no idea how to hypnotize him!'

'It's all in your subconscious. Just sit your subject down and make sure he's comfortable, that he has no distractions. Tell him that he feels sleepy, that his eyelids are heavy and ...'

'God, it sounds ridiculous! Heavy eyelids and all that crap!'

'Just try it when you get home.'

'OK, I will. But I'm sure it won't work - it can't!'

'Go home now. Come back later this morning, and I guarantee that you'll be telling me you've successfully hypnotized your ex. Unless he's one of the very few who are so strong-willed that nothing will get through to them!'

'That sounds like Barry!' Marianne sighed. 'He's a strong-willed bastard, all right! May I try it on you, Rod?'

'No. Sorry, but no. Try it, as you put it, on your ex. Now, off you go.'

'I'll come back later this morning. I... I'd like to see you again, Rod,' she smiled as she finished her coffee.

'Yes, and I'd love to see you again. Go on, off you go. You've got work to do!'

'OK. Wish me luck!'

'You don't need luck. Go out the back way, and I'll see you later.'

Waving as she walked through the gate and out into the park, Marianne couldn't believe that she now had the power to use hypnosis. Although a nagging voice deep within her subconscious told her that she could do it, she found the idea impossible. Praying that she would at last get her own back on Barry, she made her way home only to find that he was out. 'The bastard's probably still searching for me!' she hissed, climbing the stairs to her bedroom.

Lying on her bed wondering what to do, she thought about hypnotically suggesting to Barry that he should tell his friends that Marianne had left, that there was no more fun to be had in the garage. But she was torn. Although her gruelling evening of debauched sex had brought her immense satisfaction -
too much satisfaction!
she reflected - she wanted to be in complete control, instructing the men to do this and that to her naked body. Playing the submissive role was something she no longer wanted. Or was it? she wondered. 'I really don't know what I want!' she sighed as the front door slammed shut. She wanted the debauched evenings to continue, she decided - but without Barry!

'Marianne!' Barry bellowed from downstairs. 'Marianne, where the bloody hell are you?'

'Up here, in the bedroom!' she replied, sitting oii the edge of the bed, praying that she'd be able to hypnotize him as he burst into the room.

'Where the hell did you get to?' he demanded.

'Sit down, Barry,' she smiled, her voice soft, calm. 'I want to try an experiment.'

'What the hell are you talking about? You went down to get my coffee, having given me a stone-cold breakfast covered in bloody pepper, and then you .. .'

'Will you listen to me, Barry? Please, just relax, I have some news for you - good news. Now, sit in the chair and look into my eyes and relax. You feel calm, your eyelids are heavy...'

'What the hell...' he began as he sat down.

'Sleepy, you feel sleepy, drifting, slowly drifting. Heavy eyelids, close them now. Close your eyes, Barry.'

Watching in amazement as Barry closed his eyes, his head slumping forward, Marianne couldn't believe that she'd done it. 'Barry, stand up!' she ordered, stunned as he rose to his feet. 'Pull your trousers and shorts down.' Obediently, he followed her instruction, standing before his mistress with his penis hanging limp over his heavy balls. 'Wank for me! Come on, have a wank!' she giggled excitedly.

Taking his stiffening penis in his hand, Barry complied, moving the loose skin back and forth over his swelling knob as Marianne watched with bated breath. Gasping as his pleasure increased, he grimaced, quickening his wanking rhythm. Soon, he'd spurt his spunk all over the carpet, she knew.
The tables
have
turned!
she thought happily as he began to groan. 'Stop!' Marianne instructed with a wicked glint in her eye. His hands returning to his sides, his erect penis twitched, craving the last few wanking movements necessary to bring it spurting relief. 'Now, pull your trousers up. I'm not having you spunking all over the bedroom carpet!'

Unsure of herself, her ability to hypnotize, Marianne wondered whether Barry was playing her at her own game and feigning his own hypnotic trance.
Talk about the tables turning!
she mused again as she wondered how to test him. If he
was
faking and she told him that she knew what he'd been up to, that he'd sold her for sex, what the hell would his reaction be? Plunging so deep in the pool of deception, she wondered whether she'd ever be able to surface. If she revealed too much, and he wasn't hypnotized, he'd know that she knew...
God, this is ridiculous!
she thought.
He knows that I know that he knows .. . What a bloody confusing mess!

'One or two people have discovered that a trigger word was implanted in my subconscious by my course lecturer,' she began. 'You know nothing about the trigger word. I'm only telling you in case you discover that Jill and Lydia hypnotized me and used me for lesbian sex. If you do know about the word, which I don't think you do, then you'll forget it, Barry - it's gone, it no longer exists. I can't remember anything about Jill and Lydia using me, but I know that they did - I worked it out for myself. I was innocent, Barry. They used the trigger word and forced me to commit lesbian acts -1 was completely innocent. Anyway, I've managed to change the word to .. . well, I don't suppose it matters if I tell you. The word is now "candelabra". No one knows about it. I might tell you one day so that we can have some fun, but no one else will ever know.'

Still uncertain as to whether Barry really was in a state of hypnosis, Marianne ordered him to sit down. She wouldn't try planting a word in his subconscious, not yet, not until she was sure that he'd really been in a hypnotic trance. 'OK, wake up!' she ordered, clicking her fingers.

Gazing around the room in apparent bewilderment, Barry frowned. 'What. .. what happened?' he asked, focusing his bleary eyes on Marianne.

'What do you mean?'

'I feel... I don't know, I feel strange. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the bloody breakfast was awful! And where the hell did you get to?'

'I went for a walk, Barry.'

'Juxtaposition!'

Shit!
Marianne cursed inwardly as she slipped into a trance.
It didn't bloody well work!
'So, try to use hypnosis on me, would you? I'll tell you this, my girl, my filthy little slut - it didn't work! But you've confirmed something for me, something that's been nagging at me for some time. I've been wondering whether you remember the things I've put you through. I was pretty certain that you remembered nothing, but there was always that nagging doubt. Now that you've told me that you remember nothing, I've no need to worry. I can use you for even more perverted sex, make as much money as I can from your cunt, and you'll know nothing about it! You've no idea what I've put you through! Five men, five cocks, Marianne! You know nothing about that, do you? Candelabra, my arse! Now, wake up!'

Sighing as she gazed at Barry, Marianne was close to tears. She would never escape this monster, she was sure of that.
Rod and his bloody hypnosis!
she thought angrily.
Some bloody guarantee!

'So, you've been for another of your walks, have you?' Barry asked.

'Yes, is there anything wrong with that? I mean, I am my own person, Barry. If I feel like taking a walk, I'll take a walk. Anyway, I need some money. There's the shopping to be done and ...'

'All right, all right! I've got some cash in my other trousers. How much this time?'

'Another fifty, if you have it.'

'No problem!' he laughed, taking his trousers from the back of the chair. 'I'm doing well. I've several clients who have paid in advance and . ..'

His face turning pale, Barry hurriedly searched his trouser pockets, cursing under his breath as he realized that the cash had gone. Frowning, he left the room and dashed downstairs.
To check beneath the kitchen floor
, Marianne thought. Grinning, she stood up and walked to the window, gazing out into the back garden. 'So, he uses me, and I use him!' she giggled, wondering what he'd think when he discovered that he'd not put the money beneath the kitchen floor.

'Marianne!' he called up the stairs. 'Marianne, have you seen any money lying around?'

'No, I haven't!' she replied, bounding down the stairs to the kitchen to be greeted by his angry face. 'You've not lost any, have you?'

'I thought I had some in my trousers, but there's none there! I don't understand it! Five hundred was stolen, and now...'

'How much did you have?'

'Two hundred quid, for fuck's sake! Two hundred bloody quid, and it's gone!'

'You're terrible with money, you really are!'

'I haven't lost it, it's been taken!'

'You've changed the locks, so how can it have been taken? When did you last see it?'

'Last night, it was in my trousers - I'm sure!'

'I don't know, Barry -1 really don't! So there's no cash, then?'

'No, there's no ready cash, but only temporarily! Believe me, only temporarily! I'm going to make a quick phone call,' he said, his mouth twisting into a grin as he closed the kitchen door behind him.

Realizing that he was going to offer her young body to someone for sex, Marianne grabbed her bag and slipped out of the back door. Creeping around the side of the house again, she made for the safety of the street. But what to do? Where to go? She could hardly spend all day in the park! Deciding to go next door and have a coffee with Natalie, she stole down the path and rang the bell.

'Hi, Ian - is Natalie in?' she asked as the good-looking young man opened the door.