Enslaved (32 page)

'Good!' Barry chuckled as he returned to the garage. 'That was bloody good! Stand up and let's have a look at you!' Marianne dragged her aching body up and stood trembling before her master, praying that he'd not use her to satisfy his own perverted lust as she clung to the bench to steady herself. 'Shame we didn't get to use the pillory. Still, there's always next time!' he laughed, tweaking her sensitive milk buds. 'There's always tomorrow! Right, go into the house and get something to clean the bench with. There's sperm and cunt juice everywhere! Go on, don't just fucking stand there, bitch!'

Returning to the garage with a sponge and a bowl of soapy water, Marianne washed the padded bench in readiness for her next session of crude sex. 'Come on, we haven't got all bloody night!' Barry complained. 'Before you have a shower and wash your cunt out, you can make me some sandwiches. I'm meeting the others in the pub, so fucking well hurry up! And take your dress with you!'

Returning to the house, sperm coursing down her slender thighs, glistening on her chin, her brown nipples, Marianne placed her dress over the back of a chair and stood at the worktop making her master's sandwiches, wondering at his cruelty. Not only his sex slave, his prostitute, she was also his housekeeper - his charlady! she thought sadly, recalling the nights spent together making love. The nights before she'd introduced the trigger word and feigned hypnosis - the distant nights.

As Barry sat at the table eating his sandwiches, he looked up at Marianne's flushed face and grinned. 'Well, that's two hundred you've earned me this evening, but it's not enough! The lads are going to put the word around that there's a dirty tart for hire so, hopefully, we'll have a regular flow of men ready and willing to pay for an evening of perverted sex with you.'

Standing by the table, Marianne's tears flowed down her cheeks as Barry's cruel words sank in. 'Bastard' wasn't a strong enough word for him, she thought as she watched him eat. Determined more than ever now to retaliate, to repay him, she resolved to learn the art of hypnosis if it was the last thing she did. Her cunt oozing sperm and girl-come, her anal portal dripping with the products of five male orgasms, she desperately wanted to climb the stairs and cleanse her abused body in the shower. But Barry had other plans for her.

'Right, lie on the floor!' he demanded as he stood up. Obediently following his instructions, she lay down, her arms by her sides, her naked body defenceless, vulnerable. Unzipping his trousers, he stood astride her firm breasts and pulled out his solid penis. Looking up at the huge member towering above her face as he massaged the loose skin over his purple knob, she could hardly believe that she'd once been in love with this monster.

Gasping as he wanked, he looked down at Marianne, her sperm-drenched pretty face, her pert breasts. 'Never seen me wanking before, have you?' he grinned. 'And you've certainly never seen me wank all over your face!' As his sperm suddenly gushed, splattering Marianne's face, her long blonde hair, she squeezed her eyes shut. 'Ah, that's good!' Barry breathed, running his hand up and down his veined shaft, spraying his slave with his spunk. The white liquid splattering her cheeks, her mouth, her long blonde hair, Marianne prayed for him to go out and leave her to cleanse her abused body and rest. She prayed for the incredible day to end, for the night to come.

If this was the way Barry was going to treat her, as nothing more than a common slut, she'd have no choice but to leave there and then - walk out the minute she was back in control of her young body. As the last of his spunk landed on her forehead and ran down her temples to her ears, he stepped aside and zipped his trousers. That was it, the final degrading act of the evening, she thought thankfully as he ordered her to stand before him.

Facing her master, his sperm coursing down her face, she awaited his next instruction, praying for the trigger word to leave her subconscious. 'I'm going to meet the lads now. You'll clear up the kitchen when I've gone and then wash your cunt out in the bath and go to bed. I don't need you any more this evening, but tomorrow. . . Well, you'll see! You'll come out of your trance when you hear the front door close. Do you understand?'

'Yes,' she replied softly as he left the room.

'Oh, and I want a decent breakfast tomorrow! I don't want the usual crap, you'll cook me a bloody good breakfast and bring it to me in bed at eight o'clock! Get up at seven and bring me breakfast in bed at eight!'

As the front door slammed shut, Marianne breathed a sigh of relief. Her body now under her complete control, she flopped onto a chair and massaged her aching limbs. Although she'd enjoyed the sex, the throbbing penises, her incredible orgasms, she wanted to be rid of Barry. Again, she told herself that she didn't need his help to sell her body for sex - she was more than capable of doing that without a pimp!
I'll have to get my own place
, she mused, rising to her feet and wiping the sperm from her face.

Climbing the stairs, Marianne ran a bath and immersed her aching, sperm-drenched body in the hot, soapy water. Wondering what had happened to Alan, the arrangement he'd made with Barry to have Marianne suck him to orgasm every evening, she lay back with her head beneath the water, the sperm floating, clinging to her hair like jellyfish tendrils.
I've been here before!
she thought, turning her head and focusing on the drifting spirals of male come.

Reaching beneath her thigh, she slid a finger into her rectal sheath, bringing out the sperm, cleansing her rear sex-duct. 'My second cunt!' she breathed, massaging the inflamed inner walls of her anal canal. Fingering her sperm-flooded cunt-sheath with her other hand, she cleansed her love-holes, wondering about her evening of depravity.
The pillory!
she suddenly thought as images of her naked body bound to the horrendous device filled her mind. 'God, where will it all end?'

Her body clean and fresh, Marianne climbed out of the bath and towelled herself dry before powdering her youthful skin with talc. Her femininity was still there, she thought happily, breathing in the scented powder. 'Barry can call me what he likes, do what he likes to me, but I'm still feminine!'
Face it, Marianne, you re a common slut!

Stepping out of the bathroom, she thought about Barry's cooked breakfast. 'I'll cook him bloody breakfast and take it to him in bed, ail right!' she hissed. Til mix my cunt juices with his scrambled egg and watch him eat it! I'll stuff the sausages up my cunt before lovingly placing them on his fucking plate!'

Beneath her quilt, Marianne closed her eyes, recalling the evening's events, picturing Barry in the pub, laughing, joking with his perverted friends.
The video tape!
she suddenly recalled.
Must go and find the tape!
As she raised her naked body on one elbow to climb out of bed, she collapsed, her head flopping onto the pillow.
Must. . . must find the tape.
Sleep engulfing her, calming her aching body, she drifted into her dreams of controlling Barry, using him, enslaving him. Revenge will be sweet!

Her body clock waking her at seven the following morning, Marianne dragged herself from her bed, glaring at Barry sleeping soundly.
Bloody breakfast in bed!
she cursed inwardly, wondering whether she'd have the power to leave the house and walk to the park without making his breakfast.

Wandering naked downstairs to the kitchen and slipping into her tartan minidress, she remembered that she'd not be able to conceal her swollen pussy lips with her panties.
Too many subconscious suggestions
, she thought angrily, mechanically breaking two eggs into a glass bowl.
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Shit, I can't stop myself from making his bloody breakfast!' she gasped as she took the milk and butter from the fridge. 'But I can do this!' she giggled, sprinkling half a pot of pepper into the bowl.

The food ready on a tray at seven-thirty, she grinned. 'Eight o'clock, he said. Shame, it'll be stone-cold by then! Still, I have to stick to the instructions - eight o'clock!' Wandering out into the garden, Marianne sat on the lawn with her knees up to her chin, wondering what the day would bring. The soft blades of grass tickling her bulging pussy lips, she sighed, reaching beneath her thigh and toying with her pink inner petals.

The constant sex
had
re-educated her subconscious, she mused, slipping her finger into her hot vagina. Pressing against the soft cushioned walls of her sex-duct, she wondered whether to go to the garage and borrow a vibrator.
Perhaps a quick one before I take the food up
, she thought as her insatiable clitoris swelled in expectation.

As she slipped her finger from her tight vagina and stood up, the front doorbell rang. 'Who the hell's that at this time?' she hissed, dashing into the house. 'Oh, Rod!' she gasped as she opened the door to the good-looking young man. 'How on earth did you find my address?'

'Don't worry about that now. Listen, Marianne, I can't stop, but I've some news for you. Come over to my place later this morning, say ten o'clock, and I'll teach you how to use hypnosis.'

'But why didn't you do that before? I've been through . .. Never mind what I've been through. Why didn't you suggest that before?'

'I didn't like your idea of tit-for-tat. Hypnotizing your boyfriend and . ..'

'Soon-to-be-ex.'

'Yes, right. Anyway, I didn't like the idea of you getting your own back on him, playing silly games like that. But now, well, unless you do something about your situation, you'll find yourself sucked so deep into all this that you'll never be free. I've been reading up on trigger words and the like -they can be bloody dangerous! But more, there's autosuggestion. When you're in a trance, you're completely vulnerable to suggestion. You could end up as your boyfriend's permanent slave! That reminds me, you
were
lying to me when I rang you, weren't you? He had used the word again, hadn't he?' *

'Yes, I was lying. I'm sorry, Rod. Look, I'll be over later, about ten.'

'Good. We'll sort this thing out once and for all!'

'How come you're up and about so early?'

'I always get up early. I'll see you later, Marianne. And don't let me down because all you'll be doing is letting yourself down - and sealing your own fate!'

'I'll be there, I promise - unless, that is ...'

'Juxtaposition! Now, Marianne, you'll be at my house at ten, or as soon you can make it. Do you understand?'

'Yes, I understand.'

'This will override any other suggestions. You will be at my house at ten o'clock or before. Wake up!'

'I know what you've just done!' she giggled. 'I have no choice now, have I? I'll see you later. Bye, Rod.'

'I'll look forward to it. Take care!'

Closing the door, Marianne wandered into the kitchen, aware of her clitoris throbbing, her cuntal juices flowing, as she thought again about using one of Barry's vibrators.
After I've taken him his breakfast
, she decided, stepping through the back door and making her way to the garage. 'God, he's careless!' she gasped, noticing the video camera on a shelf. Grabbing the camera and removing the cassette, she grinned. 'Like taking candy!' she giggled, replacing the camera. 'He's got no money, and now no video tape!'

Returning to the house, she hid the cassette in a kitchen cupboard and took the breakfast tray upstairs to Barry. 'Here we are!' she smiled, placing the tray on the bed. 'Breakfast in bed!'

'Oh ... er... yes, right, thanks,' he yawned as he sat up. 'This is nice, what made you do it, love?'

'Why shouldn't I bring you breakfast in bed? Anyway, I'm going out shopping, I'll see you later.'

'I don't want you to go out, Marianne, I have something planned for this morning.'

'In that case, I'll stay in!' she smiled. Til go and make you a coffee.'

Leaving the room, Marianne knew that this was her only chance to get out of the house, away from Barry and his trigger word. Quietly closing the front door behind her, she slipped down the path and out into the street, breathing in the warm summer air as she almost skipped down the road. Her minidress doing nothing to conceal her smiling pussy-crack, she grinned.
Soon, I'll be in control! Not only of my own body, but of Barry's!

Sitting on the park bench, Marianne imagined Barry's face when he took his first mouthful of scrambled egg. Stone cold and spicy hot, he'd curse her, call for her and curse her again when he discovered that she'd gone out without his permission. 'His slave's escaped!' she laughed, watching a man walking his dog. Thoughts of Rod looming, she recalled their first meeting, the dog running away with her wet panties.

She desperately wanted to see Rod, to talk to him, to tell him of her beautiful night of sexual horror. But was it wise to tell him about the men, the five throbbing knobs? Walking towards his house, not wanting to arrive too early, she decided to lie on the grass by his back gate, sunning herself - her pussy-crack. As she sat on the grass, to her horror she noticed Barry striding across the park towards the pond. 'Christ, he's come looking for me!' she gasped, leaping to her feet and dashing into Rod's back garden.

Running around the side of the house, she hammered on the front door, hoping that he was in. 'You're early!' he beamed as he opened the door. Saying nothing, Marianne pushed past him and walked through the hall to the lounge. 'What's up?' Rod asked as he followed her. 'Marianne, are you OK?'