Enslaved (35 page)

Sitting on the bench by the pond, remorse flooding her mind, Marianne sighed.
I should never have done it!
she thought. /

should never have told Natalie!
But, she consoled herself, she was innocent. Ian had used the word, and then used Marianne for debased sex. Natalie had a right to know if her husband was screwing around behind her back! And as for screwing his wife's sister!
Cheating bastard!

But Marianne's innocence trip was wearing thin. Her recent acts of debauched behaviour had been committed under the influence of hypnosis - but
she'd
started the deceit, the lies, the incredible hoax. She'd been the one who'd faked hypnosis purely to have sex with anyone, male or female. 'Basically, I'm to blame for everything,' she sighed. 'But not for Natalie's husband screwing her sister!'

'I thought I'd find you here!' Barry bellowed as he approached the bench from behind and stood before Marianne. 'I'm fed up with your bloody disappearing acts, Marianne! What the hell do you think you're playing at?'

'I'm not playing at anything, Barry! If anyone's fed up, it's me! I'm fed up with you wanting to know where I've been all the time! And I'm pissed off with you following me! I saw you this morning, skulking around the park looking for me! What is it with you?'

'What is it with
you
, you mean! You're always wandering off, disappearing without so much as a goodbye! I don't know where you're going to be from one fucking minute to the next!'

'I'm leaving you, Barry!' Marianne announced. 'I've made my mind up, I don't want to be with you any more.'

'Why? Why are you leaving me? Is there someone else?'

'No, there's no one else. It's just that I've had enough! I want to be free. I want to find myself. I want to work for Brooke-Smith without having to worry about you and what you think. I want to run my life my own way. I want to ...'

'Juxtaposition!'

Her heart racing, Marianne knew that she could never escape Barry. As he ordered her to walk towards the trees, she recalled her time with Lydia, the incredible lesbian sex, the vibrator - but what had Barry planned, what was he up to? Why take her into the trees?
Sex
, she mused as they entered the wood.
He wants to fuck me in the woods!

'Stop here!' Barry ordered as they emerged into the small clearing. The fallen tree brought more memories flooding back to Marianne - the rough bark, the thrashing, the incredible orgasms. 'Take your dress off, you fucking little whore! I'll teach you to keep wandering off! And if you think that I'll allow you to walk out on me, you've got another think coming! You're my meal ticket, Marianne! You're going to earn me a fortune! And when I've enough money, I'll dump you! I'll discard you like the piece of shit you are!'

Slipping her shoes off and pulling her dress over her head, Marianne stood naked before her cruel master, quivering as she awaited her inevitable punishment. But, to her astonishment, Barry clicked his fingers and ordered her to wake up. Gazing down at her pert breasts, she feigned disbelief.

'What... what am I doing here? Why am I naked?'

'You're going doolally!' Barry scorned. 'You tell me to come into the woods with you, then you strip off and ask me what you're doing naked! You need psychiatric help, woman!'

So
that
was his game, she mused. Make out that she was falling out of her tree, send her over the edge with his tricks.
Christ, he
7/
try to have me certified next!
Grabbing her dress and pulling the garment over her head, Marianne said nothing as she stepped into her shoes. What Barry was playing at now was despicable. To try to have her believe that she was going over the edge was evil!

A last-ditch attempt!
she decided, taking a deep breath and gazing into his dark eyes. Her determination was incredible as she looked deep into his eyes, staring into his very soul as she mouthed her hypnotic words.
⁴
You're feeling sleepy. Your eyelids are heavy. You're falling under my spell.'

Frowning as Barry closed his eyes and stood motionless with his arms hanging limply by his sides, Marianne ordered him to strip naked. Kicking his shoes off and slipping his trousers and boxer shorts down, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the ground. As he pulled his socks off, Marianne sat on the fallen tree, praying that, at long last, she'd mastered the art of hypnosis.

'Tell me, Barry, what were you doing in the garage last night?'

'My friends came round. I hypnotized you and took money from my friends and they fucked you,' he replied to her sheer delight. 'I made a videotape of them fucking your arse and ...'

'Yes, all right - I know the rest. Now, you'll forget the word, "
juxtaposition
", do you understand?'

'Yes, I understand.'

'In future, when you want to hypnotize me, you'll use the trigger word
"delta".
You'll remember nothing of this conversation when I bring you out of your trance. Also, you'll fall into a hypnotic trance and do exactly as I tell you whenever you hear the words, "
time for sex
". You'll remember nothing, unlike me, of what happens to you during hypnosis. Do you understand?'

'Yes, I understand.'

'Repeat all that I've just said so that I know you understand completely.'

'When I want to hypnotize you, I'll say the trigger word
"delta
". When I hear the words
"time for sex",
I'll fall into a hypnotic trance and do exactly as you say. I'll remember nothing of what happens to me during hypnosis.'

'Good, that's very good! And now for a test. Ian, our neighbour, has just fucked my bum. His sperm keeps oozing between my buttocks. I'll bend over, and I want you to lap up his sperm, lick my bum clean. Do it now!'

Lifting her skirt and bending over, Marianne grinned as Barry knelt behind her and licked her small hole. 'Suck me!' she ordered. 'Suck Ian's sperm from my arse!' Sucking, bringing out the sperm, Barry followed Marianne's orders to the letter. 'That's good, Barry! For a fucking bastard, you're doing very well! Now, hurry up and finish cleaning me because I want to watch you wanking.'

Licking the last of the male come from Marianne's bottom-hole, Barry stood up. 'Right,' Marianne giggled as she pulled her dress down and stood grinning at her slave. 'I'll sit on the tree and watch you have a wank. Go on, off you go!'

Standing naked in the clearing, his stiff penis in his hand, Barry began his wanking. His eyes closed, he moved his hand up and down his veined shaft, groaning as his climax approached. 'Keep going!' Marianne urged. 'Come on, spunk for me!' His sperm suddenly jetting, landing on the soft grass, Marianne shrieked with glee. 'I've got you under my spell now, you bastard! Just look at you, wanking yourself off in the woods! You're pathetic! Look at your sperm flying through the air!' As he finished masturbating, his legs sagging, his breathing unsteady, Marianne put him to the final test. 'Kneel down and lick your sperm up!' she ordered.

Falling to his knees, he lapped up the white liquid splattered all over the short grass, swallowing his come until Marianne grew bored. 'OK, get dressed and we'll go home! I have plans for you, Barry - great plans! Now, hurry up and get dressed, and remember - you'll not be able to recall anything that happened!'

Watching him dress, Marianne's stomach somersaulted. She could do anything and everything now, she thought happily. At last, Barry was her slave!
The tables have turned!
'OK, wake up!' she instructed him once he'd dressed. Walking through the trees, she turned to look back at him. 'Aren't you coming home?' she called.

'Yes, I am,' he replied, following her out into the open, clueless about the events in the wood.

As they walked across the park, Marianne wondered whether she'd really succeeded in hypnotizing Barry.
He could have been faking it
_y
she mused. Would he lap up another man's sperm from her tight bottom-hole in an effort to trick her?
Yes!
she decided, Barry would do
anything
to con anyone! But what would he gain from pretending to be under hypnosis? Then again, he was a devious bastard! No one would ever know how his mind worked, she concluded.

As they neared the house, Marianne turned and smiled. 'Time for sex!' she said loudly and clearly. Barry stopped in his tracks, his face blank, his hands limp. 'There'll be no great test to see whether you're faking it or not,' she said. Til test you over a period of a few days. You'll start by running me a bath. While I'm relaxing, you'll cook the dinner. After dinner, you'll attend my pussy, lick me to a wonderful orgasm, and then I'll go to bed - I need an early night. Oh, yes -you'll sleep on the sofa tonight. I don't want you in my bed, Barry - you'll sleep on the sofa tonight. Wake up!'

Entering the house, Barry suggested that he run a bath for Marianne. 'You have a nice long soak, love, and I'll cook the dinner,' he said as he climbed the stairs to the bathroom. Was he faking it? she wondered as she slipped out of her dress and climbed the stairs. Only time would tell.

Waking to find herself alone in bed, Marianne grinned as she stretched her limbs and kicked the quilt to the floor. Wondering how well her slave had slept, she summoned him. 'Barry! Barry, are you there?' She'd have to feign hypnosis should he use the new trigger word and order her to suck his knob, to drink his sperm - but she'd be in control!
Things are going to be completely different from now on!
she thought happily. 'Barry, where are you?' she called again, deciding to use her word and order him to bring her a cup of tea - and then to bring her to orgasm with his darting tongue.

Opening the door, Barry smiled. 'Hi!' he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'I slept on the sofa, I hope you don't mind. I just thought that you could do with a good night's sleep.'

'Oh, I wondered where you'd got to,' she replied, her stomach somersaulting as she thought of ordering her slave to masturbate her to orgasm.

'Alan rang just now, he's coming over for coffee.'

'Alan? Oh, Christine's Alan. What's he want?'

'Nothing much, just a chat and . . . You're not going to do your disappearing act again today, are you?'

'I might go for a walk in the park, I don't know,' she grinned. As she was about to breathe her word and order her slave to bring her a cup of tea, Barry stood up and moved to the window.
Poor thing
, she mused.
I'll have my tea and then order him to lick between my pussy lips, drink my early-morning come.

'Juxtaposition!' Barry said firmly as he turned to face Marianne.

Stunned, Marianne fell into a hypnotic trance, wondering why he'd not forgotten the word. Her head spinning, she couldn't believe that she'd been taken in by Barry.
But why would he run my bath, cook a lovely meal, lick my clitoris to orgasm, and sleep on the sofa?
she wondered. What would he gain by running around after her, by treating her as his mistress? Her mind swimming, she listened to his familiar words.

'You'll not go out this morning!' he bellowed. 'First of all, Alan's coming over to use your mouth - to fuck your pretty mouth. God knows, I've let him down enough as it is! This afternoon, another friend of mine will be visiting us. He's paying me fifty pounds to fuck you. He wants you in the pillory so you'll remain at home today - naked and ready for my clients!'

God, not Alan again!
Marianne thought, pondering the inexplicable situation. Lying naked on the bed, her young body was, once again, defenceless, vulnerable. Her stomach sank as she gazed at her master through slitted eyes and thought about the pillory. The happiness she'd felt, the power she'd thought she had over him had all gone.
Back to square one!

'OK, get up and wait in the kitchen for Alan!' Barry ordered. 'He wants sucking off, Marianne, so you'll suck him off -
and
you'll make a good job of it! I don't want to lose Alan, he's a bloody good client.' Her body automatically rising from the bed, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and sat at the table. Desperately trying to work out what had

gone wrong, why Barry had seemed to fall into a genuine hypnotic trance, she sighed.
He
was
hypnotized!
she reflected as he filled the kettle.
So what's gone wrong?

'Right, I'll bring you out of your trance,' he grinned. 'You'll believe that you're fully clothed, Marianne. When Alan gets here, I'll hypnotize you again and you can earn me some money. Remember, you're fully clothed. Wake up.'

Resting her elbows on the table, it didn't occur to Marianne that she was naked as she decided to try her word again. 'Are you making coffee?' she asked.

'Yes, want some?'

'Mmm, please. Oh, Barry. . . Time for sex!'

Motionless, Barry seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, but Marianne couldn't be sure.
How to test him?
she wondered as she stood before him. 'Barry, where do you hide your magazines?' she asked.