Enslaved (41 page)

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked as he rose to his feet, licking his cunny-wet lips.

'God, yes!' Marianne exclaimed. 'You're good at eating pussy! Do you lick your wife's cunt out?' she asked, toying with her engorged inner lips.

'I'm not married.'

'Oh, you must have to wank a lot!' she giggled, dropping to her knees and lifting his cassock. 'Allow me to save you the trouble!' she grinned, tugging his boxer shorts down, exposing his erect staff. Gasping as Marianne pulled his foreskin back, the vicar watched as she engulfed his purple knob in her hot mouth.

'Ah, ah! This is wrong!' he gasped as she ran her tongue over his silky-smooth glans. 'This is so very... please, don't stop!'

Wanking his hard shaft as she mouthed and sucked on his bulbous glans, Marianne's stomach somersaulted as she brought out his gushing sperm. His holy seed filling her cheeks, running down her chin, she moved her head back and forth, mouth-fucking his organ as he grimaced in his forbidden sexual paradise. 'Christ, you're good!' he cried in his new-found wickedness, rocking his hips, ramming his apoplectic knob against the back of her sperm-drenched throat. 'God, you're
fucking
good!'

Slipping his penis from her wet mouth, Marianne licked his glans, cleansing his deep purple knob, lapping up his salty sperm. 'You're big!' she observed. 'Very big! I'll let you flick my tight cunt one day! And you can fuck my arse, I'd like that!'

'Where do you come from? I mean, who are you?'

'I told you, I'm the devil's daughter. I sold my soul - as you've just done, Vicar!'

Standing before the guilty, red-faced man, Marianne gazed into his brown eyes, wondering what he was thinking. 'I must be going,' she smiled as he adjusted his cassock. 'I'll be back, though. I promise you - I'll be back! This was only a quickie, to give you a taste of what's to come.' Turning, she left the small office, the vicar's holy seed lingering on her pink tongue as she walked through the church and out into the warmth of the evening sun.

*

Passing the park on her way home, she wondered whether to tell Rod of her incredible successes with hypnosis. But no, hed probably condemn her if she were to reveal that she now had great power over Barry - and Natalie! Walking up the path to her house, her yearning vagina spewing out its slippery girl-juice, she took a deep breath and let herself in.

Barry had carried out her orders admirably, she observed, as she saw the lounge in pristine condition. 'You've done well,' she smiled as he appeared.

'I've done the kitchen, too,' he replied, gazing at her vaginal lips peering out from beneath her dress.

'How about some sexy fun? We haven't made love for ages!' Marianne giggled, sitting on the sofa with her dress high and her hairless pussy-slit gaping. Barry's eyes lighting up, he knelt between her thighs and pulled out his limp penis. 'Oh, don't I turn yo\i on any more?' she asked dejectedly, eyeing his drooping member.

'I don't understand it!' Barry sighed miserably, looking down at his flaccid penis.

'Here, let me wank some life into it for you,' she offered, taking his fleshpole in her hand. The beast remaining lifeless, she slid off the sofa and sucked his knob into her hot mouth, licking his glans and wanking his shaft. Sighing, Barry pulled away and zipped up his jeans. 'I just don't understand it!' he complained.

'No, neither do I! That's the first time I've ever sucked you and you didn't like it! You used to ask me to suck your cock, and I never would. Now that I've changed my mind, you don't want me to!'

'I
do
want you to, Marianne!'

'Well, you're not much use to me like that, Barry! Have you been wanking?'

'No, of course not!'

Her hypnotic suggestions had worked very well, Marianne mused as she rose to her feet. She was free to do as she wished, while Barry, with his floppy penis, was unable to do anything! Walking through the hall to answer the front door, she wondered which of her visitors had arrived first - and whether she'd be able to use the power of hypnosis to have some fun.
I hope it s Natalie!

'Oh, hi, Alan!' she greeted as she opened the door.

'Hi, Marianne. I've come round for... is Barry in?'

'Yes, he is - come in. Look into my eyes for a minute, Alan,' Marianne smiled as she closed the door

'Why?'

'I want you to gaze into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes. You feel sleepy, your eyelids are heavy,' Marianne droned as Alan stared into her faraway eyes. His expression blank as she continued her hypnotic mantra, she knew that she'd succeeded. 'Now, Alan, whenever you hear the words, "
time for sex",
you'll fall into a hypnotic trance and do exactly as I say. Do you understand?'

'Yes, I understand.'

'Good. I don't know whether Barry's told you about the trigger word or not but, if he has, then you'll forget it. You've never heard of the word, "
juxtaposition
". OK, wake up.'

Leading Alan into the lounge, Marianne couldn't help grinning. 'Alan's come to see you,' she announced, facing Barry.
He's come to come in my mouth - but he won't!

'Yes, I've come to ... you know,' Alan said, winking at Barry.

'To what?' Barry asked.

'Our arrangement - I've come round to ...'

'Arrangement?' Barry echoed, frowning.

'I'll put the kettle on. Coffee, Alan?' Marianne asked sweetly.

'Thanks,' he replied, making an odd facial expression at Barry as she left the room.

Things are going from good to brilliant!
Marianne thought as she filled the kettle.
That's Barry, Natalie, John, and now Alan under my control!
But what about Jill and Lydia? she wondered as the doorbell rang. Would they, too, fall prey to her hypnotic words?

'Oh, Christine!' Marianne breathed surprisedly as she opened the door. 'Er... come in.'

'Thanks. I was walking down the road when I thought I saw Alan go into your house.'

'Yes, he's in the lounge with Barry - come through,' Marianne invited, closing the door as the girl stepped into the hall. 'I'm making some coffee, if you want one?'

'No, I won't stay.'

'Alan, Christine's here,' Marianne said, showing the girl into the lounge.

'Oh, Chris!' Alan's face flushed with guilt as he glimpsed Marianne's shapely thighs. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, averting his gaze as his wife looked daggers at him.

'I've come to see what you're up to.'

'I only wanted a quick word with Barry. I was just going. I've ... er... I've got to go and see someone. I'll see you at home later,' he blustered, moving to the door. 'See you, Barry. 'Bye, Marianne.'

Showing Alan out, Marianne speculatively decided to leave Barry and Christine alone for a while. 'I'm nipping down to the shop for some milk,' she proffered, peering round the lounge door.

'OK,' Barry smiled, winking at Christine.

Creeping into the dining room, Marianne gazed through the partially open serving-hatch, wondering what Christine would say to Barry after her last encounter with him. Putting her arms around his neck, she'd obviously forgiven him for his cruelty. 'I want you, Barry!' she breathed huskily, grabbing his crotch. 'Make love to me! We've got time, Marianne will be a while yet. Make love to me, Barry!'

Kneeling, Christine unzipped Barry's jeans and pulled out his flaccid penis, gazing up at his face in puzzlement. 'What's the matter?' she asked. 'Don't you want me any more?'

'Yes, I do! It's just that...'

'I'll suck you. I've never done it before, but I'll suck you and make you nice and stiff for my pussy.' Engulfing his knob in her wet, warm mouth and wanking his limp shaft, Christine finally sighed and stood up. 'What is it, Barry? I thought you'd always wanted me to suck you. What's wrong?'

'I don't know! Perhaps I'm worried or something.'

'Finger me, finger my cunt. That'll make you hard. Lick me, Barry, lick my clitty and make me come. You like doing that, don't you?'

'I'd rather lick Marianne's clit. She's so much better... what the hell am I
saying?'

'Roughly translated, you're saying that you no longer want me!' Christine sobbed as she dashed from the room, slamming the front door shut as she fled the house in tears.

Stifling a laugh, Marianne wondered what other evil hypnotic suggestions she could place in Barry's subconscious.
Life's getting better and better!
she mused as she walked through the hall and opened and closed the front door. 'Oh, has Christine gone?' she asked Barry innocently as she entered the lounge.

'Yes, she has,' he replied, somewhat disgruntled, she thought.

'Is everything all right, Barry? You seem ... I don't know, you seem different.'

'I'm OK. But I don't understand . .. Why couldn't I get it up earlier?'

'God knows! Perhaps you're past it!' Marianne laughed. 'Anyway, I'm going to have a shower. Get some wine glasses out, will you? Oh, and press my new dress - it's crumpled. Jill and Lydia are coming over, I'll be down later.' 'Yes, Marianne.'

Jill bounded up the stairs to find Marianne sitting at her dressing-table mirror. 'Barry said you were up here,' she smiled. 'Lydia's downstairs.'

'Oh, good. Jill, before we go down, sit on the bed and look into my eyes.' 'What on earth for?'

'I'll tell you in a minute, just make yourself comfortable and gaze into my eyes.'

Again, Marianne droned her hypnotic words. 'When you hear the words, "
Time for sex
", you'll fall into a state of hypnosis and do anything and everything I ask of you, do you understand?'

'Yes, I do,' Jill replied dreamily.

'Good. Now, you'll forget the word, "
Juxtaposition
". It means nothing to you, you've never heard of it. Just remember the words, "
Time for sex
". OK, when I wake you up you're to go downstairs and tell Lydia to come up here and see me. Right, wake up!'

Gazing around the room, Jill frowned. Had it worked? Marianne wondered as the girl stood up and smiled. 'I'll see you downstairs,' Jill said, leaving the room. 'I'll tell Lydia to come up and see you.'

Sitting on the bed, her long black hair shining, her full red lips half open, her dark eyes mesmerized, Lydia was as easy as Jill to put under. 'You're a pretty little thing,' Marianne smiled, squeezing the girl's pert breasts. 'You've a nice body, a nice cunt. I'm going to enjoy using you more than anyone else. Lydia, when you hear the words, "
Time for sex",
you'll fall into a hypnotic trance and do exactly as I say. Do you understand?'

'Yes, I do,' the girl replied.

'Good. Wake up!'

A tidal wave of wickedness surged through Marianne as Lydia returned to her waking state.
I can do anything!
she exulted as she led the girl downstairs.
Anything!
'Time for sex!' she decreed as Lydia sat on the sofa next to Jill. Barry's face took on a serene look, as did the girls' pretty faces. 'Right!' Marianne declared. 'You're all under my spell! What I want you to do is this. When I leave the room, you'll all want sex with each other. Barry, you'll want to fuck the girls but, of course, you won't be able to get it up! Jill and Lydia, you'll both be desperate for Barry, hungry for his cock. As he can't get an erection, you'll think him a prize wanker! OK, all wake up!'

Pouring the wine, Marianne passed the glasses round, grinning as she noticed the lust mirrored in the girls' eyes, the passion reflected in Barry's expression as he gazed at them, their long legs, their pert breasts. 'I'm just going next door to see Natalie,' she volunteered, wondering why her pretty neighbour hadn't arrived. 'I've just remembered that I promised her I'd call in. I'll try not to be too long.'

'Take your time,' Barry said. 'We'll save some wine for you.'

'OK, see you all later.'

Hiding behind the serving hatch, Marianne slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers toying with her engorged inner pussy lips as she watched the trio. Moving towards Barry and settling at his feet, Lydia tugged his zip down, grinning up at him as she unbuckled his belt. 'Come and give me a hand, Jill,' she giggled as she pulled his flaccid penis out. 'Come and help me stiffen Barry's lovely cock!'

Slipping her skirt and top off, Jill removed her bra and panties, standing naked before Barry with a sensual glint in her eyes. 'Doesn't the sight of my cunt arouse you?' she asked, gazing at his lifeless penis.

'Yes, very much!' Barry sighed as Lydia pulled his foreskin back and engulfed his knob in her pretty mouth.

'Look, Barry, I'm fingering my cunt,' Jill giggled as she slipped three fingers between her swollen pussy lips and drove them deep into her wet vagina. 'Lydia, take your clothes off and I'll suck his cock - stiffen the beast ready for our wet cunts!'

Removing her clothes, Lydia sat next to Jill on the floor, kneading Barry's heavy balls. 'Why aren't you stiff?' she asked. His face flushing, Marianne felt sorry for him. But this was his punishment for all that he'd put her through, for the despicable way he'd treated her. As both the girls licked his purple knob, Marianne crept into the lounge and gasped.