Enslaved (42 page)

'What the hell's going on?' she cried, gazing at the lewd spectacle.

'Oh! Er. .. Marianne!' Barry breathed. 'I... we ...'

'So this is how you behave behind my back, is it?'

'Marianne, I...' Jill began as she rose to her feet, hurriedly dressing, covering her femininity.

'I don't blame you!' Marianne said. 'It's Barry I blame! You're bloody useless, Barry! To be honest, I was thinking of leaving you anyway. You're no good to me with a limp dick! And now this!'

'Marianne! I.. . Please, don't leave me!' Barry begged as the girls finished dressing and vacated the room.

'It's all right, it's not your fault,' Marianne said, following them into the hall. 'I know that Barry's a bastard - you were

taken in by his charm, it wasn't your fault.'

'I'm sorry, Marianne,' Jill said, her full lips half smiling. 'I don't know what came over me! I don't understand it!'

'Neither do I!' Lydia rejoined. 'I'm not into men!'

'Don't worry about it!' Marianne smiled. 'I know Barry, I know how he charms people. I don't blame you two. Come round in the morning for coffee.'

'If you're sure that...' Jill began as she opened the front door.

'Of course I'm sure! I'll see you both tomorrow. 'Bye.'

Answering the phone as she closed the front door, Marianne smiled. 'Hi, Rod! How are you?'

'I'm fine. I... I haven't seen you for a while and I thought.. . How's the hypnosis going?'

'Great! I've hypnotized several people! I've got Barry just where I want him now.'

'Marianne, your soon-to-be-ex - has he become your ex yet?'

'No, not as such - why?'

'I want to know where our relationship is going.'

'Relationship? Oh! Er... come over Rod. I want to talk to you, so come over now.'

'All right. Is he there?'

'Yes, but I'll get rid of him.'

'OK, I'll come round.'

Replacing the receiver, Marianne wandered into the lounge to find Barry gazing out of the window. 'Marianne ...' he began pensively as he turned to face her. Was he going to beg her not to leave him? she wondered as she gazed into his dark eyes. The tables certainly had turned! 'Marianne,' he repeated. 'Delta!'

Feigning a hypnotic trance, Marianne's mind swirled.
What the hell s happened?
she wondered as Barry stood before her

and squeezed her firm breasts.
What the hell's going on in his subconscious?
Thanking God that hed not used the real trigger word, she pictured Barry's friends standing round her tethered body, their penises in their hands, their sperm splashing over her pretty face. She could still enjoy his perverted friends, she decided, recalling the anal fuckings. And earn money!

'Marianne, I seem to have a problem getting an erection. I want you to suck my knob. I'm worried that something's wrong with me,' Barry continued, tugging his jeans down. 'Kneel down and suck me.'

Kneeling before her supposed master, Marianne breathed her trigger words, sending him into a state of hypnosis.

'You poor thing!' she giggled, gazing at his limp tool. 'The power of the mind, Barry, that's what it is! The power your mind has over your body! OK, I'm feeling generous - I'll allow you an erection, and an orgasm. When I suck you, your cock will stiffen and you'll come in my mouth. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

'Yes, very much,' he replied in his trance.

'By the way, Rod's coming over shortly. You'll be nice to him, offer him a drink and make him feel at home. And you'll tell him that we're splitting up. OK, I'll feign a hypnotic trance again - wake up!'

Taking Barry's knob into her mouth, Marianne sucked and licked his silky glans, happy that his penis was stiffening. 'Wank me and drink my spunk!' he gasped as his fleshpole twitched. 'Ah, that's good! Yes, yes! Keep sucking my cock! Ah, God!' His sperm suddenly gushing into her mouth, Marianne ran her wet tongue over his throbbing glans, bringing out his male offering as he towered above her, shuddering in his ecstasy.

Moving her head back and forth, she swallowed hard, drinking from his cock-head as his knees sagged and he clung to her head for support
He's remembered the false trigger word. Another turn-up for the books!
she thought as she slipped his spent member from her sperm-drenched mouth. But what did she really want? she wondered as Barry ordered her to stand up. Did she want to stay with him? Or would Rod be a better choice?

'That was good!' Barry enthused as his zipped his jeans. 'That was
very
good! I don't know why I couldn't get it up before, but I now know that I haven't got a problem. Now, Marianne, you'll not leave me, do you understand? You love me and you want to stay with me. You'll never even think about leaving me. OK, wake up!'

Love you?
Marianne brushed the curtain of hair from her dazed eyes.
You don't know the meaning of the bloody word!
But then, did she?
Love, lust, sex - what's the bloody difference?

'I'm starting my new job on Monday morning,' she announced, wondering at Barry's reaction. 'I'm working for Brooke-Smith. I'll have a company car, a Mercedes. And the money will be good. You don't mind, do you?'

'No, not at all! I'm pleased that you've got a job at last. The money I've been making recently keeps disappearing so ...'

'That'll be Rod,' she stated as the doorbell rang.

'Rod? Who's Rod?' Barry asked.

'My lover. You don't mind me having a lover do you, Barry?'

'Er... I'm confused. No, no, I don't mind at all, love. All I want is for you to stay with me, never leave me. I don't mind what you do as long as ...'

'Yes, all right - don't go on! I'll go and let him in.'

Showing Rod into the lounge, Marianne wondered whether

Barry would tell him that they were splitting up. Floundering, his mind confused, there was no telling what he'd say, she thought fearfully. 'Barry, this is Rod,' she smiled as she entered the lounge.

'Hi, pleased to meet you!' Barry greeted, shaking Rod's hand.

'I... I hope you don't mind me ...' Rod began hesitantly.

'Barry doesn't mind you coming round, Rod!' Marianne laughed. 'We're splitting up, aren't we, Barry?'

'Er... yes, that's right, we're splitting up. Would you like a drink, Rod?'

'Scotch, please.'

'Come and sit on the sofa, Rod,' Marianne smiled. 'I'll have vodka and lime, Barry.'

Holding Rod's hand as they sat down, Marianne adjusted her dress, hoisting it up to reveal her naked pussy-slit. The situation was weird, she thought as Barry passed the drinks, his gaze transfixed between her long legs. Taking Rod's hand, she placed it between her parted thighs, massaging her swollen vaginal lips with his fingertips.

'Marianne!' Pulling away, Rod frowned in disbelief.

'What's the matter?' she asked, her sparkling eyes reflecting her rising lust.

'You can't... I mean ...'

'Barry doesn't mind, do you, Barry?'

'No, not at all. We're splitting up, so. .. I'll leave you alone for a while,' he said, opening the lounge door.

'Marianne, you've used hypnosis on him, haven't you?' Rod asked accusingly as Barry closed the door behind him.

'No, of course I haven't!'

'You can't fool me! Look, what is it you want? I mean, are you staying with Barry, or do you want a relationship with me? You can't have both, Marianne!'

Can
V
I?
she mused, sipping her drink.
The devil's daughter can have you, Barry, John, Natalie, Jill, Lydia-and the vicar!
Unzipping Rod's trousers, she pulled out his stiffening penis. 'I haven't had the pleasure yet, have I?' she smiled, leaning over and sucking his knob into her mouth.

'No, you haven't. But what about. .. Ah, God! What about Barry? Ah, Marianne, that's nice!'

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What
about Barry?' she grinned as she slipped his penis from her mouth and licked his swollen glans. 'You want me to choose? Then I choose you. I won't move in with you, Rod. Barry's leaving, so he won't be in the way. I'll come and visit you, and you can visit me and we'll make sweet love. No one has control over me now - I'm free.'

'I'd like you to live with me. God, that's nice!'

'One day, Rod - one day, I'll live with you.'

Moving her head up and down, taking Rod's glans to the back of her throat before slipping it between her rolling lips, Marianne brought out his sperm. Swallowing his gushing come, she thought about the future - money, sex, fun. And power!

'Oh! Er... sorry!' Barry gasped as he entered the room, gazing at Rod's huge penis filling his girlfriend's accommodating mouth.

'That's OK,' Marianne smiled, lazily relinquishing Rod's glistening cock. 'Pour us another drink will you, Barry?'

'Er... yes, of course.'

'Marianne!' Rod exclaimed as he concealed his penis.

'It's all right, Rod! I'll come and stay with you for the night, would you like that?'

'Well... er.. . yes, that would be nice.'

'Good. Barry, I'll be out for the night, I'm staying at Rod's place.'

'Yes, all right,' he replied meekly, refilling the glasses.

'Go and pack my toothbrush and things in my overnight bag.'

'Yes, OK.'

Downing his drink, Rod stood up. 'This is an incredible situation, Marianne!' he exclaimed. 'I don't think you should be doing this to Barry.'

'He's all right! I haven't used hypnosis on him, if that's what you're still thinking.'

'Then he's very understanding! Anyway, we'd better be going.'

'I'll be over in a while, Rod. You go home, and I'll see you later.'

'All right. But don't be too long, will you?'

'Don't worry, I won't.'

Seeing Rod out, Marianne wandered into the kitchen to find Barry sitting at the table, her overnight bag on the floor, packed and ready. 'Are you all right?' she asked, sitting opposite him.

'Yes, just a little confused, that's all.'

'Confused about what?'

'I don't know.'

'Why not ask some of your friends over tomorrow evening? We'll have some wine and ...'

'Del. ..'

'What?'

'Del.. . God, I must be tired, I can't remember what I was going to say!'

'The only word I can think of is "delta" - is that what you were about to say?'

'Delta? No, I don't think so.'

'Oh well, not to worry.'

At last!
Marianne thought.
I've done it -I'm in complete control!
Smiling, she felt her clitoris swell at the thought of

Barry's five perverted friends using her tethered body. She didn't need Barry - she'd get rid of him before his friends arrived. She'd be ready and waiting in the garage, her naked body spread on the padded bench. But where was Natalie?

'Time for sex,' she breathed, watching Barry fall into a trance. 'You'll give me all the money you earn, Barry. And you're signing the house over to me. I'll stay with you, but only if you treat me as your mistress! You've treated me despicably, and now the tables have turned! When I tire of you, become bored with you, I'll sell the house and go and live with Rod. Wake up!'

'Want some coffee?'

'No, thanks. Go and run me a bath, Barry. I don't know what time I'll be home tomorrow, it depends on whether Rod and I spend the morning making love or not. By the way, there's a cheque you made out to me behind the mantlepiece clock - take it to my bank first thing in the morning,' she instructed, wondering at his reaction.

'A cheque?' he queried.

'Yes, the one you gave me for twenty-odd grand.'

'Oh, right - the present I gave you. Yes, I'll bank it for you.'

'Good. Now go and run my bath. Oh, and you'll give me a lift to Rod's place. No, better still, give me your car keys!'

'Yes, Marianne.'

Answering the phone as Barry obediently climbed the stairs to run his mistress's bath, Marianne smiled to hear Rod's voice. 'You are impatient!' she giggled. 'I'm just going to have a bath, and then I'll come over.'

'Wash here,' he replied. 'I want you to come over now and. ..'

'No, Rod! Listen, I've just about had enough of being ordered around! I've been slave to Barry, to his friends, to . ..

I'm my own person now! This is my life and I'll lead it! I'll have my bath and then come over.'

'Juxtaposition!'

Her eyes glazing over, Marianne stood motionless. Her heart fluttering, her stomach churning, her mind racked, she listened in trepidation to Rod's instructions.
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You'll come over straight away! There's a sink full of washing-up to be done, there's housework, ironing ... And, of course, there's my cock! Get yourself over here now, girl! Get yourself over here this instant - slave!'