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BLUE MOON BOOKS NEW YORK

Published by Blue Moon Books 841 Broadway, Fourth Floor New York, NY 10003

Copyright © 1997 Ray Gordon

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher, unless by reviewers who wish to quote brief passages.

ISBN 1-56201-208-8

Manufactured in the United States of America

'So I failed!' Marianne tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled wryly at Barry.

'You failed
miserably
!' he elaborated, reclining on the sofa, eyeing his girlfriend's red miniskirt, her long shapely legs, her red stilettos. 'All that time and money - wasted! You never listen to me, do you? I told you that going on a hypnosis course was a stupid idea! You've been away all bloody week, and for what? Nothing! Hundreds of bloody pounds wasted on a stupid bloody course! Hypnotism doesn't work, Marianne! Get it into your head that all this fancy stuff you see on the TV, on the stage, is fixed!'

'It's not fixed! Anyway, I'm going to ring Jill and tell her about the course,' Marianne countered. 'At least
she'W
show some interest!'

Standing in the hall silently cursing Barry, Marianne was about to ring her friend when she had an idea. Recalling the course lecturer talking about trigger words, she gingerly lifted the receiver but didn't press any number keys. Glancing at the open lounge door, she grinned, knowing that Barry could hear her every word as she pretended to talk to her friend.

'I muffed it, but it was worth trying,' she articulated loudly. 'The lecturer? Oh, yes, he was very good! It wasn't his fault that I made a hash of things. Actually, to prove that hypnosis works, he placed a trigger word in my subconscious. Whenever I hear the word, I fall into a hypnotic state and will do anything that's asked of me! What is it? Well, if I tell you, you will keep it to yourself, won't you? No, I haven't told Barry! God, there's no saying what he'd get me to do if he knew about it! I'd end up giving him breakfast in bed every morning and God knows what else if he realized the power he could wield over me! OK, the word's '
juxtaposition
'. Exactly - that's why the lecturer chose it, because it's hardly ever used. Not the sort of word to crop up in everyday conversation. No, he was going to erase it from my subconscious but he was taken ill this afternoon, the last day of the course. Yes, OK, come round for coffee and we'll have a chat about it. Right, I'll see you tomorrow, then. Bye, Jill.'

Returning to the lounge, Marianne sat in the armchair and crossed her slender legs, wondering whether Barry had taken in all she'd said. Would he try and use the magical word? He frowned as he brushed his thick black hair away from his forehead and gazed into her misty blue eyes.
⁴
So, what will you do now?' he asked nonchalantly.

'I don't know. I suppose I could try reflexology. Or aromatherapy, perhaps? I really would like to set up something from home, Barry. Now that I've been made redundant, I want to try working for myself. The spare room's all ready, but for what?'

'Well, my job will keep us going financially, so there's no immediate panic,' he smiled.

Averting his gaze, Barry took a deep breath. This was it, Marianne knew, as she waited in anticipation. 'Juxtaposition,' he whispered, quickly locking his eyes to hers. Marianne stared blankly across the room, her hands limp in her lap, her face serene. 'Stand up,' Barry ordered, his dark eyes blinking in disbelief as his girlfriend obediently rose to her feet. 'Are you really hypnotized?' he asked. His words were slow, unsure as his human marionette stood silently, her eyes still staring blankly. 'Come on, Marianne! You can't fool me!' Barry laughed. 'There's no such thing as hypnosis! It's a stage act, a con!'

Her arms hanging meekly by her sides, Marianne did her best to contain herself as Barry stood up and walked towards her. Determined to fool him, to put a halt to his continual sarcasm, his perpetual cynicism, she decided to go along with whatever he asked her to do.

'It's no good!' he laughed as he kissed her cheek. 'I know you're bluffing!' Marianne remained perfectly still, praying that she wouldn't giggle and give the game away as he gently squeezed her firm breast through her flimsy summer blouse. 'All right, I'll put you to the test!' he announced. 'Jump up and down!'

Bouncing on the spot, Marianne was sure that she couldn't keep up the pretence for long. But if she could, she thought wickedly, she could have some
real
fun! 'Stand still!' instructed her master. 'I still don't believe this! I need a
real
test, a foolproof test. I've got it - take off your skirt!'

As though in a trance, Marianne tugged her short skirt down her slender legs and kicked it across the room. She experienced a sharp pang of excitement - arousal.
This is going to be interesting!
she thought, wondering how far Barry would go in his effort to expose her as a fraud.

'Take your panties off!' he ordered excitedly as he resumed his spectator's seat. Slipping her panties down her shapely thighs, Marianne revealed her trimmed blonde pubes, her pinken girl-slit, to his doubting eyes. Kicking her shoes off, she stepped out of her panties and stood with her feet wide apart, awaiting her next instruction. 'This isn't a real test,' Barry sighed. 'I know, take
all
your clothes off! Then I'll put you to the ultimate test!'

Her hands trembling, her clitoris stirring, Marianne unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Unclipping her red lace bra, she began to realize the fim she could have if she could convince her boyfriend that she really
was
under his spell. The potential was amazing, she mused as her stomach somersaulted delightfully at the prospect of sex.

Peeling the bra cups away from her firm young breasts, she felt her nipples extend, hardening in her rising arousal. Watching Barry from the corner of her eye, she stood naked before him, wondering what the ultimate test would demand of her. She was centre stage, the leading lady - and loving it! The sense of power was exhilarating.
Who's the real master?
she mused happily as her vaginal muscles tightened.

⁴
You've a beautiful body,' Barry praised, his voice deeper, husky now. 'I love your cunt!' he added crudely - to shock her, she realized. 'I really do love your sweet cunt!'

Their sex life had always been good, but nothing out of the ordinary, she was well aware. Several times Barry had asked her to masturbate while he watched, but she'd never found the courage to realize his fantasy. He'd even gone so far as to buy her a vibrator, but she'd never been brave enough to use it. Many times he'd complained that she wasn't adventurous enough in bed, but she hadn't been able to relax, to open up and really enjoy herself, her curvaceous young body.

But now, in her feigned hypnotic state, her inhibitions were falling away like autumn leaves, leaving her naked, exposed -free of guilt and embarrassment. Whatever he asked of her, she would comply. After all, she concluded, she wasn't to be held responsible for her actions. In her wanton abandonment, she would be completely innocent.

⁴
Go to the fridge and get a nice juicy cucumber,' Barry ordered her. Another pang of arousal jolted her womb as she realized that she was discovering Barry's darker side, his secret fantasies.
God, a cucumber!
she thought, knowing exactly what he would demand she do with it.

Obediently, she fetched the long, cool green phallus and stood dutifully before her master. 'Lie on the floor and push it right up your cunt!' he commanded. His words were alien to her. This was the other side of the man she loved. Did she really want to discover what lurked in the dark depths of his male mind?
Everyone has a darker side
, she mused as she stretched her naked body foil length on the carpet. A good side and a dark, evil side, she remembered reading somewhere.

Her hands trembling, she began to wonder whether her little game was such a good idea after all. 'Push the cucumber right up your lovely wet cunt!' Opening her legs wide in response to her boyfriend's cold, unfamiliar words, Marianne presented the rounded end of the phallus to her gaping crack, wondering what it would feel like as she gently twisted and pushed the green shaft into her tightening pussy. As the fruit opened her, stretched the soft walls of her secret garden to press against her cervix, she shuddered. Wondering what Barry was thinking as he watched her wicked act, she allowed her hands to fall by her sides once she'd folly inserted the fruit, parting her legs further to display her stretched pussy lips, the long green shaft emerging from her bloated sex valley. 'That's very good!' Barry praised. 'But I still don't believe that you're hypnotized! I want you to masturbate, to frig your clitty to orgasm while I watch.'

She'd never before brought herself off in front of Barry. Hadn't touched herself, in fact, since moving in with him a year previously. She'd masturbated before on the odd occasion but it was wrong, or so she'd been led to believe by her mother. Beautiful, but wrong. The overwhelming sensations and immense relief the act had brought her when she was young had been incredible, but she'd never been able to free herself of the racking guilt.
Never again!
she'd resolved remorsefully each time she'd pulled her navy-blue school knickers up after her secret pleasure. But now? Either she complied with Barry's demand and massaged her clitoris to orgasm, or she blew the game - spoiled the chance of any future fun. 'Go on - if you're really under hypnosis you'll frig yourself off!' he laughed as she drifted in her quandary.

This was it - the ultimate test! With the cucumber cooling her inner vaginal flesh, her pussy lips tightly encompassing the thick green shaft, her arousal was already riding high.
What the hell!
she thought as she slipped a finger between her swelling girlishness and located her stiffening clitoris.
This will prove it!
she smiled inwardly as she began her gentle massaging - her slow, rhythmical female masturbation.

Strangely, there was no feeling of humiliation, no degradation. To her surprise, her vaginal muscles responded immediately to her intimate caress. Tightening, crushing the solid phallus, her young pussy spasmed, contracted, as her clitoris swelled. Emitting involuntary gasps of pleasure, she realized that her climax was quickly approaching as she massaged her cumbud faster.

Til spunk over your lovely tits after you've come!' Barry laughed. Although his words heightened Marianne's arousal, they worried her. This was so unlike Barry. Normally soft, gentle, loving in his sexual coaxing, this coarse language was so uncharacteristic. 'You can wank me off and I'll come all over your nipples!' he chortled.
Undoubtedly Barrys darker side!
she mused as the incredible pleasure emanating from her clitoris caused her to arch her back.

Her stomach rising and falling, her firm rounded breasts heaving as her climax neared, she grabbed the cucumber with her free hand and began thrusting the fruit in and out of her hot vaginal sheath. The new and exciting sensations rocked her young body, reaching out to every nerve ending, tightening every muscle. With Barry watching her most intimate and obscene act, she was discovering hitherto unknown sexual pleasure.

'God, Fm coming!' The treacherous words bubbled from her full red lips before she could halt them, before she could conceal the immense pleasure her wanton act of masturbation was bringing her. 'Come ... coming! Ah, ah, yes!' Now she was discovering her
own
darker side, a side she'd never dreamed had existed, and she was determined never to reveal her trickery. The game was new and exciting. It would add something to their relationship, rather than take away from it.
Wouldn't it?

Kneeling between her open legs, Barry grabbed the cucumber and thrust it deep into the girl's gripping sex-sheath as her young naked body convulsed in response. 'You love being fucked by a cucumber, don't you?' he asked in his wickedness. 'You'd like me to fuck your arse with it, wouldn't you?' His words shocked Marianne as her climax waned, leaving her breathing deeply, her head rolling from side to side in the aftermath of the most spectacular orgasm she'd ever experienced.
Fuck your arse with it
They weren't Barry's words.
Or were they?
she wondered.