Enslaved

by Ray Gordon

  'This whip looks interesting,' Dave chuckled as he slapped Marianne's buttocks and stood up. 'We'll start with a good thrashing, I think,' he laughed, grabbing the whip. The first lash of the thin leather tails causing her body to convulse, Marianne vowed to put Barry in the stocks and give him the thrashing of his life by way of retaliation. What a way to earn fifty pounds, she thought as the second lash tensed her burning buttocks.

  The relentless thrashing continuing, the heavy weights hanging from her aching nipples oscillated, painfully stretching her milk buds. The lewd sensations mingling with the stinging pain spreading across her buttocks, she felt her clitoris swell and throb. Once again, the leather tails lashed her crimson orbs, the thin weals fanning out across her taut flesh. Once feminine, girlish, dainty, her blonde tresses and make-up always impeccable, Marianne knew she was now no more than a slut. But with her knickerless, shaved pussy, her minidress, her dishevelled hair, she'd discovered a new and exciting contrariness far removed from her once soft and gentle femininity.

  'You little whore,' Dave cried as he brought the leather tails down again. 'After I've thrashed you I'm going to fuck your tight little arse-hole.' The crude words sending quivers of sex through the girl's pelvis, she gasped, her body trembling, shaking violently as the cruel tails lashed her crimson buttocks again.

  Almost delirious as her clitoris pulsated, yearning for fingers, a tongue, a vibrator, Marianne gasped her confused words of sex. 'More... fuck... more! My bum! Fuck my bum! Ah, my tits! More!' Dropping the whip and grabbing a long, thin bamboo cane, Dave grinned as he struck the girl's twitching buttocks, leaving broad weals across her stretched flesh. 'More, more,' Marianne begged, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her mind awash with images of her degradingly displayed girlhood.

  Wondering how to force three penises deep into her tight anal sheath as the cane landed across her twitching buttocks again, Marianne's thoughts turned to Rod. If he could see me now, she mused as the cane cracked loudly across her arse-globes. God, what would he think? Barry knew nothing about Rod. She could stay with him if she failed to remove the real trigger word from Barry's memory - or carry on enduring the gruelling sex sessions. At least money wasn't a problem now. But there was little point in banking Barry's cheque, she realized. He'd simply use the trigger word and take the money back. And as for signing the house over...

  'I'm enjoying this,' Dave chortled as he brought the cane down again, thrashing Marianne's crimson buttocks with an uncanny air of revenge. Are all men into thrashing girls? Marianne wondered as Dave discarded the cane and knelt behind her tethered body, gazing at her fiery bottom-globes. There must be some kind of Freudian psychology to explain it, she decided, determined to get Barry in the pillory and give him a good seeing-to.

  'And now I'll screw your bum,' Dave laughed as he slipped his purple knob between Marianne's bloated cuntal lips, lubricating his cock-head in preparation for the anal fucking. 'Ah, your cunt's really hot. If only my wife would allow me to whip her and fuck her bum!'

  Wife? Marianne echoed as he slipped his penis from her oily cuntal sheath and pressed his knob against her anal ring. I thought he was single! Recalling her wicked phone call to the accountant's wife, Marianne decided to ring Dave's and have some more fun.

  'Straight in!' Dave gasped as he drove his knob deep into her hot bowels. 'I'm going to fuck your arse every day, Marianne. Every day, I'll come round and spunk up your tight arse.'

  The beautiful anal pounding taking her nearer to her sexual heaven with every crude thrust, Marianne recalled Natalie unknowingly surrendering her anal virginity. God, she's coming round this evening, she suddenly remembered - and Alan! If everyone arrived at the house at once, then... mass hypnosis, she thought, imagining eight or nine naked bodies at her disposal.

  Suddenly groaning, Dave drove his knob deep into her hot bowels, spurting his spunk into her trembling body, draining his heavy balls. 'That's good!' he cried, thrusting into her tight hole again as he grabbed her hips. 'Ah, yes! Take that!' he gasped, ramming his weapon in to the root as his sperm gushed. 'Take that! And that! And that!'

  His pistoning finally over, he slowly slipped his spent rod from the girl's inflamed anal sheath, leaving her trembling, her clitoris throbbing, desperate for orgasm. 'Right, I'll leave Barry to release you,' he imparted, zipping his trousers. 'I'll see you tomorrow for another session of whipping and bum-fucking.'

  As Dave left the garage, Marianne thought about the evening. She'd ring Jill and Lydia, she decided. Make one last attempt to remove the trigger word from her abusers' memories. Ian wasn't a problem; he'd gone off with Natalie's sister. Christine? There was no way she'd come along - not after Barry's cruel words. Better get John round, too, she decided as Barry arrived.

  'That's another fifty in the bin,' he laughed, releasing Marianne. 'Come on, stand up. I want you cleaned up ready for this evening. The lads are coming over - all five of them. Marianne shivered. Her anal sheath sore, the last thing in the world she needed was five orgasming penises driving into her tight bottom-hole! Or was it?

  Following Barry into the house, she retrieved her dress from the lounge and slipped the garment over her aching body. Obediently sitting at the kitchen table as Barry clicked his fingers, her plans for the evening in ruins, she decided to spend the night at Rod's house.

  'My bum really hurts,' she complained as Barry leaned on the worktop, gloating over her predicament. 'I can't think what I've done, but it really stings.'

  'You're always complaining about your bum!' Barry snapped.

  'See for yourself,' she returned, lifting her dress and bending over. 'It looks as if I've been caned!'

  'How come you're not wearing any panties?'

  'I must have forgotten to...'

  'Jux...'

  'What?'

  'I can't think what I was going to say,' Barry frowned.

  'Jux... That's strange, I can't think...'

  'You said "jux". What does that mean?'

  'I have no idea. My mind's gone blank!'

  'Time for sex.'

  Falling into a trance, Barry gazed blankly across the room. He's forgotten the word, Marianne thought jubilantly. He's forgotten the trigger word. 'Barry, what were you about to say?' she asked, praying that at last she was in complete control.

  'I can't recall the trigger word,' he replied mechanically. 'What about the new word?'

  'New word?'

  'Don't you remember? I told you to use another trigger word, can't you remember it?'

  'No, I can't recall the trigger word.'

  'Perhaps it's just as well. I don't need you to help me earn money. I can sell myself for sex without your help.'

  Wondering why Barry should suddenly forget the original trigger word as well as the false one, Marianne instructed him to ring his five friends and cancel the evening of debauched sex. Making herself a cup of coffee as he walked through the hall and rang each friend in turn, she pondered on the future. There were still too many people who knew of the word - too many people who would use her for sex. If I can hypnotize Barry, John and Natalie, then I can hypnotize anyone, she decided.

  'Now ring Dave and tell him that tomorrow's off,' she ordered Barry as he entered the kitchen. 'I'll decide who comes round, and when. Oh, and call John - tell him to come over this evening.' That's Alan, Natalie and John coming round, she mused. Mass hypnosis!

  Obeying Marianne as he returned to the kitchen, Barry sat at the table. With a spring in her step, her heart fluttering, Marianne dashed to the phone and rang Jill, inviting the girl and her lesbian friend over for the evening. 'Come round for drinks,' she said eagerly. 'Barry will be out, so we'll down a few bottles of wine and have a chat.'

  'Great!' Jill replied enthusiastically. 'Lydia will be pleased. She was asking when we were going to see you again.'

  'Was she now? OK, I'll see you both this evening.' Breezing into the kitchen, Marianne grinned. 'So, Barry, you can't remember the trigger word. Well now, there's a turn-up for t
he books! It would seem that your evil reign of abuse is finally over. You've lost your job, you've lost my love for you, you've lost your power over me, and you're losing your money and your share of the house. What do you think about that?'

  'The money was a gift - I gave it to you as a present.'

  'And you're going to sign your share of the house over to me, aren't you?'

  'Yes, I am.'

  'Good! I was going to throw you out, but I've changed my mind. I'll use you as you used me, Barry. You'll be my slave. I'm going out now. While I'm gone, you'll vacuum and dust the lounge, prepare it for this evening. And you'll never again question me, where I'm going or where I've been. You'll treat me as your mistress. Oh, and one last thing. Whenever you see a naked girl, a pussy, tits or whatever, you won't be able to get a hard-on! Whenever there's any prospect of sex you won't be able to get it up. That way I'll be sure of your fidelity, your loyalty to me - your mistress! I'll allow you sex on the odd occasion. I'll allow you to get it up as and when it suits me - and with whom! OK, wake up.'

  Rising to his feet, Barry gazed into Marianne's misty blue eyes. 'I'll do some housework, clean the lounge,' he smiled. 'Good idea. I'm going out for a walk. I don't know when I'll be back, it might be half an hour or three hours.'

  'OK, love. I'll see you when I see you.'

  'Don't you want to know where I'm going?'

  'Er... it's none of my business, really.'

  'You're right - it's none of your business.'

  'I'll see you later, love.'

  'Yes, you will. Oh, and put some wine in the fridge, will you?'

  'Yes, of course.'

  Walking down the street, Marianne could barely believe the incredible U-turn the situation had taken. It's not only the tables that have turned - it's my whole world, she thought happily as she neared the church. Entering the building, she grinned. 'Hallo again, vicar!' she called. Turning away from the altar, the phallic candles, the ashen-faced man half-smiled, gazing at the girl's beguiling thighs as she walked towards him. 'I said I'd be back, didn't I?' she giggled devilishly.

  'Yes, you did,' the cleric replied. 'Er... come into my office,' he invited hesitantly, his eyes darting around the church as if looking for prying angels.

  'You're a man, a normal man, aren't you?' she asked, following him into a small side room.

  'Normal?' he echoed, his brown eyes frowning.

  'Yes, normal. You like sex, don't you?'

  'Er... well, you see...'

  'Do you know who I am?'

  'No, I don't.'

  'You've probably heard of me - I'm the devil's daughter!'

  'Please, this is a church! You mustn't...'

  'Mustn't what? Mustn't show you this?'

  Leaning with her buttocks against the desk, Marianne lifted her dress up over her stomach, grinning wickedly, delighting at the mixture of horror and lust reflected in the man of God's wide eyes as he gazed at her hairless, swollen vaginal lips, her gaping sex-groove. Taking his hand, she pressed his fingers against her warm, fleshy sex-cushions. 'Like it?' she asked impishly. 'Do you like my cunt? Satan's daughter's hot, wet cunt - do you like it?'

  'I... Please, you can't... Yes, yes, I like it very much!' he gasped, giving in to the angel of lust and kneading Marianne's soft hillocks.

  'You may kneel before me, before your false goddess, and kiss my beautiful cunt,' she invited in her evil wantonness.

  Kneeling, he kissed her warm mound, breathing in her girl-scent as he pushed his tongue out and tasted the milky globules of nectar clinging to her distended inner lips. 'Like licking out girls' cunts, do you, vicar?' Marianne asked, gazing down at his protruding tongue exploring her yawning sex-groove. Silently, he worked between her cunny lips, licking, tasting, lapping up her vaginal offering as if he'd never savoured a girl's honeydew before. 'My clitoris, vicar,' Marianne ordered, peeling her pink sex-folds wide apart to expose her erect bud to his sweeping tongue. 'Ah, God, that's it - lick me just there and I'll come in your mouth.'

  Her cries of sexual ecstasy resounding around the church as the vicar took her to heaven, she clung to his balding head, gasping her blasphemous expletives. 'God, lick my cunt! Oh, God! Drink the come from my beautiful cunt!' On and on her orgasm rolled, her clitoris throbbing in response to the vicar's snaking tongue. 'Please, finger my cunt!' she begged as her vagina spasmed. Slipping three fingers into the girl's love-duct, the vicar began his thrusting, bringing out her girl-come, tightening her convulsing muscles, sustaining her multiple orgasm.

  Her dishevelled blonde hair concealing her pretty face as her head lolled forward, Marianne panted, her body trembling uncontrollably as her pleasure slowly subsided. 'No more,' she gasped as the vicar's tongue caressed her sensitive sex-button. 'No... no more.' Moving back, the man of God slipped his girl-wet fingers from her tight sex-sheath and looked up at her flushed face.

  '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! 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 fuck 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, he'd 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 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 you 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 flesh pole in her hand. The beast remaining lifeless, she slid off the sofa and sucked his knob into her hot mouth, licking his gla
ns 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.