Enslaved (22 page)

'All right, I do remember,' she confessed, lowering her head as he passed her a drink.

'And now will you admit that the word doesn't really work?' he asked, much to her surprise.

'No! It
does
work, Rod! You have to believe me!'

'Is there a drink or a certain food that you don't like?'

'Scotch - just the smell of it makes me feel sick! Why, what are you getting at?'

'Juxtaposition.'

Pouring a glass of water, Rod passed it to Marianne. 'It's neat Scotch - drink it!' he instructed. Again, the trigger word had worked. Unable to stop herself, holding her breath, she downed the drink in one.

'How do you feel?' he asked, taking the empty glass.

'Sick!' she breathed, holding her hand to her mouth.

'Wake up, Marianne.'

Gazing at Rod, Marianne frowned. 'You made me drink Scotch!' she complained. 'I couldn't stop myself from drinking it! Argh! I feel sick!'

'It was only water!' Rod laughed.

'It was Scotch, I could taste it!'

'It was water! That shows the immense power of the mind, I think you'll agree? Anyway, it proved that you
are
able to recollect all that happens during hypnosis. Look, I have a client due in a few minutes. I'll accept that your word works, and I might be able to help you. I might be able to erase it from your subconscious, but not now. Can you come back after lunch?'

'Yes, I can.'

'Right, I'd better get ready for my client - he's another one who wants to give up smoking!'

'OK, I'll see you later. Is it all right if I go out the back way?'

'Of course it is - I'll see you out.'

Wandering down the garden path, Marianne sensed a great relief. If Rod could rid her subconscious of the word, then she'd be able to fake it again, have her fun, enjoy her sexual conquests. Turning to wave goodbye, she smiled, happy that she was getting to know Rod. 'See you later!' she called, opening the gate.

'OK! Oh, by the way - a subject under hypnosis won't do anything he or she doesn't want to do. Remember that, Marianne!'

Walking through the park, Marianne pondered on Rod's words. 'God, he meant that, hypnotized or not, I
wanted
to masturbate in front of him!' she sighed as she walked home. 'Shit, he must think me a right tart! la/na right tart! I didn't want to drink Scotch -1 wanted to drink his sperm!'

Marianne ignored the ringing phone as she ate her lasagne. Whoever it was would call later, she thought, finishing her meal and clearing the table. But when the doorbell rang, she felt compelled to answer.

'Oh, Lydia! Er... come in,' she greeted the pretty girl cautiously, praying that she wouldn't use the word and spend the afternoon forcing wine bottles up her bottom-hole! 'I'm just off out. I have an appointment, but I have a few minutes.'

'Thanks,' Lydia smiled as she walked passed Marianne, her short skirt revealing her firm, shapely thighs.

God, I want her!
Marianne found herself thinking. 'Go into the lounge. Where's Jill?' she asked, fighting temptation.

'She's gone shopping. I came to see you because . . . Juxtaposition.'

Again, the word had actually worked. This was the one time Marianne would have feigned an illness, anything to keep her date with Rod! But, her body now completely under Lydia's control, Marianne could do nothing to get rid of the girl. Desperately, she tried to move, to protest, but she had no command over her body or her speech.

'I can't stay for long, unfortunately,' Lydia began, slipping her hand up Marianne's short skirt and massaging her silk-covered girl-crack. 'I want to try something out, test this hypnosis business. Now, listen carefully, Marianne. You're to meet me this evening. I saw you sitting in the park earlier, and it gave me an idea. You'll meet me, alone, in the park at seven o'clock this evening. Do you understand?'

'Yes,' Marianne answered automatically.

'Good. Tell no one where you're going. If Barry asks, tell him that you're going to see Jill. Your cunt feels hot, Marianne! I'd love to stay for a while and finger your hot cunt, lick your hard clitoris to orgasm, but I don't have the time. But this evening, in the park, I'll bring you some of the best orgasms you've ever had! And I'll thrash your beautiful buttocks with a tree branch until you come! Right, let's adjust your skirt, that's it. Now, wake up.'

Would she be able to stop herself from going to the park? Marianne wondered. Without anyone mentioning the trigger word, she'd have the power to stay at home at seven o'clock, surely? There'd have to be more than the hands on the clock to prompt her to act!

⁴
1 was only passing,' Lydia smiled. 'I was wondering whether you'd like to come out for a drink with Jill and me one evening?'

'Oh, that would be nice!'

'OK, I'll let you know when. I've got to arrange it with Jill, so one of us will give you a ring.'

'I'll look forward to it! Anyway, I'd better get going.'

'Yes, I must dash. I'll be in touch.'

Seeing the girl out, Marianne gave a sigh of relief.
Thank God she didn't hypnotize me and stay for hours!
she thought. Grabbing her bag, she realized that, if Rod were able to erase the word from her subconscious, then perhaps Lydia's hypnotic suggestion to meet her at the park at seven would also be erased. Deciding to meet Lydia and enjoy some beautiful lesbian-induced orgasms, no matter what happened, Marianne

left the house and made her way to Rod's.

'Right!' Rod said authoritatively as he opened the door. 'Come through and sit on the sofa and we'll try and rid your subconscious of this trigger word!'

Following him into the lounge, Marianne sat down, praying that he could help her. But he wanted to know all that had happened to her since she began playing her games with her fake trigger word before he did anything.

'Nothing's happened to me,' she replied. 'Can't you just hypnotize me and erase the word?'

'I'll try. I don't see why it shouldn't work. Right, here goes - juxtaposition. Now, Marianne, you will no longer respond to the word, "juxtaposition". You will not fall into a hypnotic state when you hear the word, do you understand?'

'Yes, I understand.'

'OK, wake up.'

Gazing at Rod, Marianne smiled. Her blue eyes sparkling, she sensed a pang of sexual desire course through her pelvis as she recalled Rod sucking her clitoris to orgasm,
God, I need him!
she thought, aware of her swelling clitoris, her tightening vagina.
I need his cock coming in my mouth!

'There all done!' he said triumphantly, returning her smile.

'Are you sure?' Marianne asked, praying that she really was free at last - free to fake her hypnotic trances and enjoy crude sex in apparent innocence.

'Let's try it out. Juxtaposition. There, you see, you're not hypnotized!'

To her horror, the word
had
sent her into a trance. Trying to move her hands, endeavouring to speak, her stomach sank as she wondered whether she'd ever be free.

'Marianne! Marianne, stop playing around!' Rod laughed. 'All right, if you want to play games, then take your knickers off and eat them!'

Slipping her panties down her long legs, Marianne pulled them over her shoes and began to chew on the red silk. Tearing a strip of material off with her teeth, she was about to swallow it when Rod stopped her.

'Wake up!' he cried, his expression reflecting his concern.

'I couldn't stop myself!' she complained, spitting out the shredded silk and stuffing the remains of her panties into her handbag. 'It hasn't worked, Rod!'

'God, I don't believe this! I don't know what to do, I really don't!'

Trying again, Rod failed to free the girl of the trigger word.

'Can't you implant a suggestion in my subconscious that will wake me up the minute I fall into hypnosis?' Marianne asked.

'No! You can't play around with the subconscious like that. You can't implant words to counteract other words! No one really understands the subconscious, Marianne. The power of the mind is incredible. For example, it's a well-known fact that, when a subject is in a hypnotic state, you can place the end of a pencil on the back of his hand, telling him that it's a burning cigarette, and a blister will form. The power the mind has over the body is incredible!'

'Yes, and the power other people have over
me
is incredible! What am I going to do?'

'Other people? Who knows about the word?'

'Barry, my... my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.'

'But you told me that you didn't have a boyfriend.'

'Soon-to-be-ex.'

'What does he get you to do when he hypnotizes you?'

'He ... nothing much, but I don't want him to have power over me.' *

'In that case, make him your ex-boyfriend now, today, and keep well out of his way.'

'There's someone else,' Marianne admitted softly, wondering whether to be honest and tell Rod everything or not. 'A girlfriend of mine, she ...'

'She'll be all right, won't she? I mean, she won't use the word to ...'

'I'd better tell you everything, Rod,' she sighed melan-cholically. 'It's a long story - but I'd better tell you everything.'

Listening intently, Rod could hardly believe Marianne's incredible confession. Gasping now and then, shaking his head in disbelief, he finally interrupted the girl.

'Your boyfriend had perverted sex with you, and then his friend visited you and did the same thing?'

'Yes. I know that I...'

'This is incredible! Your boyfriend actually arranged for his friend to visit you, and then he watched you being whipped and ... I've never heard anything like it!'

'There's more,' Marianne sighed. 'You haven't heard the half of it! A girlfriend used the word and she ...'

'Don't tell me that she had sex with you, too!'

'Yes, and her friend, another lesbian.'

'My God! This is a phenomenal story!'

'It's not a story, it's true!'

'No, I didn't mean. .. The thing is, Marianne, as I told you earlier, under hypnosis, people would never do anything that they didn't want to do. Did you enjoy the lesbian sex?'

'Well. ..'

'You must be honest with me.'

'Yes, I suppose I did enjoy it.'

'And the whipping and anal intercourse, did you enjoy that?'

'Rod, I...'

'Did you, Marianne?'

'Yes, I did.'

'I've never.., anyway, please, do go on.'

Revealing that Barry had sold her to men friends for perverted sex sessions, Marianne finally came to the end of her amazing story. Gazing into Rod's disbelieving eyes, she fearfully awaited his reaction.
People would never do anything that they didn't want to do.
The horrifying words swimming in the murky depths of her racked mind, she wondered why Rod was saying nothing.
Probably too disgusted with me to speak!
she thought sadly.

'I must say, Marianne, that I am completely stunned! I've never heard such an incredible story! There's been a lot of research into hypnosis, into the subconscious, but I don't think anyone realizes the frightening depths of the mind! I really don't know what to say. I honestly don't know what to make of it all!'

'Then, say nothing. Look, I'd better go - I should never have told you ...'

'No, don't go - you can't!'

'Why not?'

'The cigarette burn factor... if some joker were to use the trigger word and tell you that your heart was about to stop ... Christ! There's no telling what would happen! You could die, Marianne!'

'Oh, my God! Can't you help me?'

'I've tried, for Christ's sake! Look, I have a friend ... well, not a friend, he's just someone I know. Anyway, he might be able to help you. He's heavily into hypnosis, he knows far more about it than I do!'

'Ring him now!'

'He'll be working. I'll have to ring him this evening. In the meantime, keep away from the people who know about the word. Stay here for a few days and ...'

'Rod, I've more to tell you.'

'Christ! There can't be more, surely?'

'I've changed. I used to be prudish and now. . . I've experienced sex, real sex, crude sex, and I... I seem to have discovered another side to myself, a side that I would never have dreamed existed. I've also discovered another side to my boyfriend! But
my
other side ...'

'What sort of man is he? To use you like that, what sort of bastard is he?'

'Exactly that - a bastard!'

'We all have a darker side, Marianne. Who knows what lurks in the mire of the subconscious?'

'Evil monsters, that's what! Can I ask you something?'

'What?'

'If, under hypnosis, I was told to meet someone at a certain time, would I be able to stop myself from going?'