Enslaved (27 page)

Opening the cupboard and grabbing the bag, John placed

her clothes on the worktop. 'Before you dress, I might as well have a little fun,' he breathed, running his finger up her pinken pussy-crack. 'I was hoping that Barry would be out. I thought we'd have a photo session. Is that nice?' he asked, slipping his finger into her hot vaginal sheath.

'Yes, it is,' she replied, closing her eyes as he gently massaged her inner flesh.

Standing with her feet apart, Marianne recalled meeting Lydia in the park, having automatically walked there at the appointed time. She also recalled parading her young body in the front garden, answering the front door while naked, and she now realized that Barry could have permanent control over her. She felt more like a slave now than ever before. Her body belonged to Barry, it was his to do with as he wished. The power of suggestion was frightening, she pondered, wishing now that she'd taken Rod up on his offer and moved into his house for a while.

'You've a lovely cunt,' John breathed, inserting another finger into her creamy sex-duct. 'I would have come round sooner, but I've not had the time. But I've been thinking about you, Marianne. Every day, I've thought about you, your cunt. From now on, I'll be visiting you every day, when Barry's not around. Right, I'm going to take some photographs of you. I'm rather short of cash, you see. I'll get a good price for the pictures on the campus.'

Slipping his wet fingers from her tightening vagina, John grabbed his camera. Praying that Barry would walk in and save her as John fiddled with the flashgun, Marianne patiently awaited her instructions. 'OK, feet wide apart and bend over the table,' he finally ordered. Taking her position, Marianne jutted her taut buttocks out as John knelt behind her and focused on her distended vaginal lips. 'That's good!' he praised. 'I see you've had a good thrashing! Who did that?'

'A girlfriend.'

'Really? You are a naughty little girl! You'll have to introduce me to her. Now, reach behind your bum and pull your cunny lips wide apart.'

Obediently complying, Marianne parted her fleshy vaginal lips, exposing the pinken entrance to her drenched sex-duct. Her arousal rising as the camera clicked and whirred, she stretched her sex-cushions further apart, revealing the inner walls of her pussy-sheath.

'Just a couple more,' John murmured, taking another shot. 'And then we'll have you on your back across the table doing the splits. The lads will love the pictures - they'll pay well to get close-up shots of a nice juicy cunt!'

Taking the last shot, John moved closer to Marianne and lapped up the love-juice seeping from her vaginal entrance. 'You taste good!' he breathed appreciatively. 'I like the taste of a young girl's cunt!' Her clitoris ripening as her master's tongue snaked between her swelling pussy lips, Marianne began to breathe heavily.

But she desperately needed to be in control. Her arousal causing her naked body to quiver, she longed to turn the clock back and feign hypnosis rather than be a real slave to her abusers. What had started out as a joke, a laugh, she reflected, had now turned into slavery!

'I might fuck you in a minute,' John said as he stood up. 'Fuck you and spunk up your cunt! OK, get up and lie on your back across the table.' Taking her position, Marianne lay with her long legs spread, her buttocks over the edge of the table, her swollen vaginal lips bared.

Ordering Marianne to peel her cunny lips back as he took several close-ups of her intimacy, John finally placed his camera on the table. 'I need something.. . Ah, that's it!' he cried, grabbing the vacuum cleaner from the corner of the kitchen.

Standing the upright cleaner on the floor between Marianne's legs, he parted her buttocks and presented the handle to her tight brown hole. 'This will sell the pictures!' he laughed, easing the thick plastic handle past her sphincter muscles. 'Just relax! I'm going to push the handle deep into your bum.'

Her rectal sheath expanding as the handle drove deep into her bowels, Marianne felt her clitoris throb and her vagina spasm. The lewd pictures
would
fetch a good price, she knew! But would anyone recognize her? Many students from the university gathered in the park during their lunch break, someone was bound to recognize her!

'You do look a sight!' John laughed as he stood back and gazed at the obscene spectacle. 'Well, that's one way to vacuum the floor!' Taking several photographs, he put the camera aside and unzipped his jeans. 'Might as well fuck you before I go!' he laughed, standing astride the vacuum cleaner and presenting his swollen glans to her vaginal opening. 'The vacuum cleaner handle up your bum, and my cock up your cunt! You
are
a lucky girl!'

Marianne gasped as John's solid shaft drove deep into her tight vaginal sheath. Her rectum bloated, her sphincter muscles tightening around the phallus as her pussy inflated, she grinned inwardly.
It's like having two cunts
, she remembered herself thinking when Lydia had forced a huge vibrator deep into her bottom-hole. But she still hadn't realized her dream -two penises between her spread legs, driving deep into her tight holes, pumping their sperm into her shuddering body.
And one in my mouth!
she mused.

'Having your bum shafted really tightens your cunt up!' John gasped as he drove his knob in and out of Marianne's wettening sex-duct. 'I'll have to bring a mate round. We'll fuck both your holes at once!'

The words heightening Marianne's arousal, she squeezed her anal sphincter muscles, rhythmically gripping the plastic handle. Delicious sensations emanating from her abused anal canal, she whimpered as John pressed his thumbs into her fleshy vaginal lips, pushing them hard against her pubic bone as he opened her sex valley, exposing her solid clitoris.

'Like being used, do you?* he asked, quickening his rhythm. 'Like having your tight holes fucked and your clitty massaged, do you?' Marianne didn't answer as John began rubbing her swollen cumbud. The sensations building deep in her quivering pelvis, she didn't want to speak. All she wanted was to wallow in her lewdness - her enforced lewdness.

'God, I'm going to come!' John grimaced, ramming her cervix with his ballooning cock-head. 'God, you're a bloody good fuck!' Sensing his sperm jetting deep into her vagina, Marianne opened her mouth, gasping as her own climax gripped her shuddering body, coursing through every nerve ending, tightening every muscle. 'You're a dirty little tart!' John breathed, sliding his glistening, girl-wet shaft back and forth, gazing at her inner lips rolling along the veined surface of his solid cock.

Her orgasm receding, gently lowering Marianne from the dizzy heights of sexual pleasure, she licked her dry lips, wondering what beautiful sexual act she'd be forced to endure next. Stilling his spent penis, John breathed heavily, gazing down at his slave's open crack, her inner lips enveloping his sperm-soaked shaft. He, too, was wondering what obscenity to commit, what to force his slave to do next.

Slipping his flaccid organ from Marianne's trembling body, John steadied himself, leaning on the table, grinning at her tongue sensually snaking over her full lips. Moving around the table, he turned her head to face him. 'Suck me!' he ordered. 'Come on, lick my spunk and your cunt juice from my cock!'

Taking his knob into her hot mouth, Marianne rolled her eyes, savouring the heady male-female flavour of sex. Pushing his length into her mouth, resting his knob at the back of her throat, John tweaked Marianne's nipples. 'We'll have to make use of these,' he said, pulling on her milk buds, stretching the sensitive brown tissue. 'When I come round tomorrow, we'll have some real fun with your titties!'

Rhythmically sucking on her master's swelling penis, Marianne wondered again where Barry had got to. Imagining him hiding in the bushes, gazing at his young girlfriend, the vacuum cleaner handle buried deep within her bowels, her yawning vaginal crack dripping with sperm, she wondered when he'd next use her.

'OK, that's enough for now,' John said, slipping his penis from Marianne's mouth. Moving between her legs, he gently eased the vacuum cleaner handle from her bottom-hole, grinning as her muscles tightened, closing the entrance to her dank bowels. 'Now I think you'd better get dressed, Barry might walk in at any moment,' he said, standing the vacuum cleaner in the corner of the room and zipping his jeans.

As Marianne dressed, covering her dripping pussy-crack with her tight red panties, John stopped her. 'I'll try something, seeing as Barry seems to have been successful with his hypnotic suggestion. Take your panties off. You'll never wear panties again, do you understand? Never will you wear panties from now on. Now, carry on dressing.'

Slipping her wet panties down her long legs, Marianne finished dressing, wondering whether John's suggestion would work as well as Barry's had. Imagining her shaved pussy permanently naked beneath her short skirt, she wondered what she was becoming, what she was turning into.

'Right, wake up,' he ordered, slipping her panties into his pocket as she finished dressing and stood obediently before

him. 'I'd better get going. It doesn't look as if Barry's going to come back,' John smiled.

'OK,' Marianne replied, aware of sperm trickling down her inner thighs. 'I'm off into town now. That's odd, where
has
the time gone!' she gasped, gazing up at the wall clock. 'It's far later than I thought it was!'

'I didn't realize it was that late, either. Anyway, I'll see myself out. I might call round tomorrow, if that's OK?' he grinned as he turned in the doorway.

'Yes, whenever. See you, John.'

As the front door closed, Marianne took two sheets of kitchen roll and dabbed the sperm from her inner thighs. 'No panties,' she breathed, lifting her skirt and wiping her girl-crack. 'If these hypnotic suggestions carry on, I'll become someone else. I'll completely lose my bloody identity!'

As Barry wandered in through the back door, Marianne decided that he must have been hiding in the garden, watching her session of enforced sex. 'Where have you been?' she asked. 'John came round to see you and you'd disappeared!'

'Sorry, I nipped out for something. I thought you were going into town?'

'Yes, I'm just about to.'

'You're not going out this evening, are you?'

'Why?'

'I've got some friends coming over. I thought it would be nice if you were here.'

'When did you arrange that?'

'A little while ago. You will be here, won't you?'

'What, to serve you and your friends?'

'Serve us?'

'With tea and coffee, or beer.'

'Oh, I see. No, no, I didn't mean that.'

'I will be here, yes. Right, I'll see you later,' she said, grabbing her handbag.

'OK. How long will you be?'

'I don't know! I'm not going to
time
myself, Barry! I'll see you when I see you. Bye.'

Walking down the street with a light breeze cooling her inflamed cuntal lips, Marianne thought again of the tartan minidress. Her pussy knickerless, she'd only have to sit with her thighs slightly parted or bend over a little and her femininity would be on display. The thought exciting her, causing her stomach to somersault, she decided she'd call into a coffee shop on her way back and
inadvertently
expose her girl-crack to an unsuspecting man.
A man sitting with his wife!
she thought wickedly.

'Would you like to try it on?' the shop assistant asked, handing Marianne the dress.

'Yes, thank you,' Marianne smiled.

'I'm sure it's going to be too small for you. I could order your size, if you'd like me to?'

'No, I think this will be just right, thanks anyway.'

Taking the garment into a cubicle, Marianne slipped her skirt and top off. Holding the dress up and standing naked before the mirror, she grinned. 'It's going to be
far
too small for me!' she giggled, Slipping the dress over her head, she tugged it down her naked body, squeezing her hips, her breasts into the tight material. Finally managing to pull the zipper up her back, she gazed into the mirror again. Leaning backwards, her hairless pussy lips peered out between her thighs. Turning round, she leaned forward a little, gazing back at her swollen vaginal lips in the mirror. 'Perfect!' she breathed, grabbing her clothes and leaving the cubicle.

As Marianne had expected, the men's heads did turn as she walked down the street. Several wolf whistles came from a group of teenage boys across the road, and Marianne turned to look in a shop window, bending over slightly, exposing her buttocks, her girlishness to the boys' wide eyes. 'Look at that girl!' an elderly woman said to her friend as they passed by. 'It's disgusting, going around like that!'

Grinning, Marianne walked briskly down the street to the coffee shop, praying there'd be someone she could sit opposite and shock.
All this began as a joke
, she reflected, wondering again at the incredible change she'd been through. Even without hypnosis, she was enjoying her body, and she began to wonder whether the constant sex had somehow re-educated her subconscious, woken her sleeping sexual desires. Virtually nymphomaniacal now, she was beginning to think of nothing other than sex. Her life focused between her legs, between her pouting vaginal lips.