Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  "Ah, Helen," he said, opening the door. "I'm not at all pleased with you!"

  "Aren't you?" I replied mechanically. I felt weak, numb.

  "Unless you want Tony to discover your sordid past, your illegitimate child, you'd better shape up, my girl. I'm not going to have you come here whenever you want to, you'll come here when I say so. Get inside!"

  Entering the hall as Gary closed the front door, my stomach churning, I knew that it was too late to turn back. But I'd insist on swallowing Gary's sperm before he began his sexual abuse, his anal abuse. Leading me into the prison cell, he grinned, pointing to a long wooden pole standing erect on the floor. A massive flesh-coloured dildo attached to the top of the pole, I guessed that I had stand with the phallus embedded deep within my cunt, or deep within my...

  "OK, whore, strip off!" Gary ordered me, closing and locking the door. "Unless you do everything I say, I'll reveal one or two of your secrets to Tony."

  "I'm not doing anything until you give me your sperm," I replied firmly, weakly.

  "No, that's not the way it's going to be."

  "OK, no sperm, no sex."

  "I'll tell Tony that..."

  "I don't care what you tell Tony, you'll do it my way or there'll be no sex at all."

  Rubbing his chin and staring into my eyes, he was obviously contemplating my words. I wasn't sure what game I was playing, having him believe that I used to be a prostitute and that I had a child. But whatever the game, I wouldn't enjoy it until I'd swallowed his spunk.

  "Strip off and you can have my sperm after I've..."

  "I'll have it before I do anything," I broke in.

  "No, you won't. I have all night, Helen - how long can you survive without sperm?"

  "Long enough."

  "OK, we'll see how long it takes before you're begging me to come in your mouth."

  Hurriedly slipping out of the room, he closed and locked the door, leaving me to crave once again - torturing me. I knew he'd be watching me on his TV, I also realized that I'd eventually succumb as I gazed at the intercom. He had all night, but I couldn't last for another minute without the drug. Slipping out of my clothes, I looked around, wondering where he wanted me. Cuffed to the rings in the wall again? Sprawled across the table? Standing over the pole with the dildo up my cunt?

  As Gary opened the door and gazed at me, my nakedness, I folded my arms, concealing the gold rings adorning my firm breasts. He turned his head and looked at the wooden pole, the massive pink dildo.

  "First of all, I want you to stand over the pole with the dildo up your cunt," he said.

  "I have to do something first," I replied sheepishly.

  "Such as?"

  Squatting, I parted my fleshy pussy lips and squeezed my vaginal muscles. "I have to take something out of my vagina, a stone."

  "Your tits look great, Helen," he smiled, focusing on the gold rings. "What's a stone doing in your cunt?"

  "I felt sexy," I replied as the wet stone slipped out and dropped to the floor.

  "You're not the Helen I once knew."

  "You never knew me, did you?"

  "No, obviously not!"

  Standing with my feet wide apart, I eased the rubbery dildo deep into my vagina, my cunny lips taut around the broad shaft as the rounded head pressed against my cervix. My clitoris exposed, I remained in the degrading position while Gary took several photographs of the dildo, my stretched cunt lips. What did he intend to do to me? I wondered as he moved to a cupboard in the corner of the room. What devilish plans had he made?

  Walking towards me with two long thin chains, he reached up to the ceiling and fixed the ends to two metal rings. They were for my nipples, I concluded, the chains hanging down by my breasts. I shouldn't have told him that I'd had my nipples pierced when he'd phoned - another mistake.

  "Just the right length," he grinned, yanking my breasts up and clipping the ends of the chains to the gold rings. "When you told me that you'd had your nipples pierced, I thought about chains..."

  "I need sperm, Gary."

  "Yes, later. Now, the idea is that when I fuck your arsehole, your body will jolt and your nipples will be pulled. What do you think?"

  "I don't want anal sex, Gary. I don't like it."

  "I don't care what you like or don't like. You're a slut, here for my pleasure, to please me."

  "No, I'm not! I'm here to offer you sex in exchange for your sperm."

  "You are offering me sex, your arsehole."

  "Not that sort of sex."

  "Let's not enter into futile discussions, Helen. You're here to be whipped and fucked, arse-fucked. If you don't like it, then I'll allow you to go. It's entirely up to you, so what's it to be?"

  Gary obviously wasn't going to force himself upon me; it was up to me whether or not I allowed him to have anal sex with me in exchange for sperm. I'd already fallen to such dreadful depths of sexual depravity, so why not allow him to enter my bottom-hole, fuck my arse?

  "All right," I finally conceded. "Just get it over with, take whatever you want and then give me what I want."

  "It's quite an incredible situation," he began, standing behind me and tugging his trousers down. "You need sperm, I need sex... I also have several things on you, your sordid past, your child, dirty videos... We have quite a relationship, Helen - quite a relationship. Things are turning our very well, don't you agree?"

  As he parted my tensed buttocks and pressed his solid knob against my tightly closed anal entrance, I grimaced. I hadn't wanted this again. Perverted sex, lewd sex, debauchery, yes - but not this. As his knob penetrated me, stretched me open and slipped past my sphincter muscles into the heat of my rectal duct, I wondered where it would all end. What would happen with Tony and me? When he discovered my pierced nipples, how would he react?

  "Ah, yes!" Gary gasped as his shaft drove deep into my bottom-hole. "God, Helen, you have a beautiful arsehole!"

  "Just get on with it!" I sobbed, my body jolting as he began his debased thrusting. My nipples painfully yanked by the tight chains, my long blonde hair cascading over my flushing face, I bit my lip, praying for him to finish the disgusting job and give me my fix.

  My vagina bloated by the pink dildo, Gary's solid penis driving into my anal sheath, my nipples sore and aching, I'd fallen to the bottom of the pit of corruption. I could fall no further, could I? At least Phil, Gary's perverted accomplice, hadn't turned up to defile me.

  "Here it comes!" Gary cried triumphantly as his cock swelled within my aching rectum. "God, I'm coming!" His sperm lubricating the debased fucking, his lower belly slapping my buttocks, he pumped out his spunk, filling my bowels. As my vagina tightening around the phallus, I hung my head, aware of my rising libido, the incredible sensations my crudely fucked arsehole was bringing me.

  Arse-fuck. The word haunted me, excited me, although I didn't want it to. I tried to deny the pleasure I was receiving, the amazing sensations emanating from my abused body. I'd paint the scene, I decided as he made his last thrusts, draining his swinging balls. I'd paint a girl with a cock fucking her arsehole and another massive penis thrusting into her virginal cunt.

  "Christ, I needed that!" Gary breathed, slipping his cock out of my aching bottom. My anal ring closed, sealing in his spunk. "You like it up your arse, don't you?"

  "No, I don't," I replied, wondering whether I did. "You've had what you wanted; now give me what I want."

  Tugging his trousers up, he left the room to answer the phone. Was it Phil? Or another friend Gary would invite round to use and abuse me? Unclipping the chains from my sore nipples, I stood on my toes, easing the phallus out of my vagina. I'd dress and then suck Gary off, drink his sperm. The abuse was over; all I wanted now was sperm.

  "Sorry about that," he smiled. "Now, where were we?"

  "Where are my clothes?" I asked, looking round the room.

  "I've hidden them."

  "Why?"

  "Just for fun. The phone call... I have to go out for a while; will you still be here w
hen I get back?"

  "I want..."

  "I know what you want, Helen. Will you still be here?"

  "Gary, please! This isn't fair!"

  "Nothing's fair. Right, I must dash, I'll see you later. I'll only be a couple of hours."

  "A couple of hours?"

  "Sorry, it can't be helped."

  As the front door slammed shut, I wondered what to do. I couldn't survive for two minutes longer, let alone two hours! My only chance was David. Leaving the house, I stole along the lane, thanking God for the dark shrouding my naked body. The breeze between my wet buttocks cooled me, dried me as I walked towards my house, the marital home. My mind reeling, tears ran down my cheeks as I grabbed the key from beneath the mat and let myself in.

  What had I done? I'd been arse-fucked, and received nothing in return. Sadness touched me. Gary was a bastard, I concluded as I dialled David's number. There was no reply. My hands trembling, I replaced the receiver, wondering what to do. The gin bottle might help. Yes, drink myself stupid and pass out. Tomorrow, I'd go to the common and grab the first man I came across, suck out his spunk and get my fix.

  Grabbing the bottle from the kitchen cupboard, I entered my studio and reclined on the Chesterfield. The taste of juniper refreshing my mouth, I contemplated my life, the amazing transformation I'd been through. What next? My transformation wasn't complete, I knew. What frightening depths of sexual depravity would I sink to next?

  Chapter Eleven

  I woke from an alcohol-induced sleep in a terrible state. Naked, gin-soaked, groggy, I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the four red letters on the wall. Fuck. That's how I felt, fuck. At least the gin had taken me through the night, guided me through the frightening darkness of my craving, but now I had the day to endure. I screamed inside.

  "Sperm," I breathed, dragging myself off the Chesterfield and teetering on my sagging legs. "God, please give me sperm!" The front doorbell ringing, I grabbed my smock and tugged it over my head as I staggered down the hall. I couldn't go on like this, living my life like a dream, a nightmare.

  I could hardly believe my eyes as I was about to open the door. Sticking through the letterbox was an erect penis, the foreskin pulled back, exposing the beautiful knob, the sperm-slit. Gary? I wondered, dropping to my knees and eagerly taking the purple crown deep into my spunk-thirsty mouth. Perhaps it was the postman! Whoever, it didn't matter. Fervently licking, sucking, wanking, I prayed for the anonymous man's spunk to gush, to fill my cheeks and bring me serenity.

  The penis throbbing, twitching as I ran my tongue over the silky-smooth glans, I was about to find solace from my terrible symptoms. But I couldn't go on like this, desperately craving the drug, wondering from one day to the next where my next fix was coming from. But all I could do was live for the moment, for the imminent coming.

  A muffled gasp came from behind the door as the man's knob swelled within my thirsty mouth. I wanked his solid shaft faster, fervently sucked and licked, desperate for his sperm. A long low moan accompanied his spunk as it flowed from his throbbing glans, filling my mouth, dribbling down my chin. Gobbling, sucking his orgasming plum, I sensed my clitoris swell, my vaginal muscles tighten as I drank his salty offering.

  Gushing, pumping, the sperm flowed in torrents, bathing my tongue, bringing me life, freedom. I sucked and drank, sucked and drank until I'd drained his balls. I wanted his balls in my mouth, full, hairy. I wanted his tongue in my cunt, lapping up my juices of arousal. I needed sex, orgasm - I'd use my candle later, candle-fuck my cunt.

  Swallowing the last of the anonymous man's salty spunk, I slipped his knob out of my mouth and licked around the sperm-slit, not wasting one globule of the opaque liquid. The drug quickly taking effect, I sensed calm bath me, serenity engulf me as I sat on my heels and watched the spent organ withdraw.

  I was tempted to peer through the letterbox and discover the identity of my supplier, but no. He'd be back; I didn't need to know who he was. He'd ring the bell and slip his cock through the letterbox, offering me the fruits of his loins. What if Tony happened to be home and went to answer the door and discovered an erect penis sticking through the letterbox? I giggled at the thought. I felt better, brighter.

  Slipping my smock off as I bounded upstairs, I looked down at my breasts. My nipples had completely healed, the gold rings like small halos adorning my elongated milk teats. My vagina wetting, my labia swelling, my clitoris tingling, I sensed decadence mounting - wickedness rising.

  Running a bath, I sank into the hot soapy water and cleansed my abused body, shaved the fresh stubble from my cunt lips, my sex mound. Running my fingertip around my bottom-hole excited me. Should I explore inside? I wondered. Tentatively pushing against the sensitive tissue, I slipped my finger into my private hole. Warm, tight, I massaged my inner flesh, bringing lewd sensations, exciting sensations. I gasped, my clitoris stirring, my outer labia swelling - I craved sex, orgasm.

  Later, I decided, slipping my finger out of my bottom-hole. I had work to do, I'd candle-fuck my cunt later. Now I'd had my fix, I'd be able to work, to paint my pornography and earn some money - and a name for myself. Leaping out of the bath, I towelled my naked body - glowing, sexy. Sheena, I mused, running the towel between my cunt lips. I had to contact my agent and discover what was going on. Had she found a potential client for my pornographic filth?

  After breakfast, I donned my smock, the aroma of oils and white spirit filling my nostrils. Tchaikovsky playing, a cup of coffee on the paint-splattered table, I stretched a new canvas over the wooden frame and placed it on my easel. I'd ring Sheena later, I decided. When inspiration comes, everything else has to wait - even masturbation.

  A girl on all fours, her buttocks projected, her anal entrance and pussy slit clearly visible. A man beneath her, perhaps? Yes, a man beneath her with his huge cock driving deep into her cunt. Another man straddling her, his penis embedded within her tight arsehole, her brown tissue stretched tautly around the veined shaft.

  I began with a pencil, roughly outlining the girl, her rounded buttocks, her bulging, hairless cunt lips. Craning her neck, her face would depict the lewd pleasure she was deriving from the double fucking. Should I try a double fucking? One cock fucking my cunt and another fucking my arsehole? Cruder and cruder by the day.

  Grabbing the ringing phone, I shook my head in despair. Who the hell was it interrupting me? I wondered, praying that it wasn't Tony with his questions, his inspiration-killing lines. He'd once been a book that I couldn't put down, fascinating, mesmerising. But I'd read him again and again, there was nothing left, nothing new. Do you throw away a well-read book? No, books were shelved - Tony would be shelved.

  "Hi, Helen," Tony said. My stomach sank.

  "Oh, Tony, how are you?"

  "You won't believe this, I'm still at the bloody airport."

  Try as I did, I couldn't muster up a glimmer of interest. "Why?" I asked tonelessly.

  "There's no flight, I'll have to come home and catch one tomorrow."

  "Come home?" Despondency drowned me. "You're coming home now?"

  "Yes, there's no point in hanging around here. I've been here all night as it is."

  "I'll see you later, then."

  "Yes, within a couple of hours. How are things with you?"

  "Fine, fine. I'm working, or, I was."

  "OK, I'll let you get on. See you later."

  "Yes, see you later."

  That was all I needed! I'd had my fix, my music was playing, the sketch of the girl coming on nicely - and now Tony was returning to disrupt my work, my life. It's funny how I'd been so pleased when he'd come home from work in the past. Excitement used to grip me as I looked forward to making love, but now? We'd not had sex for some time, and I prayed that he'd not suggest that we go to bed - I couldn't face the prospect of his penis driving into my adulterous cunt.

  I'd had so many different cocks that Tony's seemed to pale into insignificance. But turning him down, denying him sex, would only fuel his suspicion. Pe
rhaps Suzie would satisfy him? No, perhaps not! How to explain my nipple rings? Another bloody bridge to be crossed.

  I worked on my painting for a couple of hours, listening out for the front door, for Tony's key in the lock. Even though he wasn't there, he was distracting me, destroying my concentration. The very thought of his imminent arrival unnerved me, disgruntled me. What would he say about my pierced nipples, my gold rings? There were two ways to handle the problem, either lift my smock up and be proud to display my rings, or hide them. They were my nipples, why should I hide them?

  He arrived at lunchtime, briefcase in hand, forehead lined as he entered the studio. I'd covered the girl's naked buttocks, the penises driving into her stretched bottom-hole, her cunt. There was no point in riling Tony the minute he'd walked into the studio.

  "Here I am again," he smiled, kissing my cheek. His aftershave had worn off.

  I felt dullness swamp me, darkness drown me. "Yes, here you are again. Tony, I have a hell of a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind leaving me to get on."

  "Yes, of course. I'll make some lunch, I'm famished. Would you like anything?"

  Only peace and quiet. "No, I'm OK, thanks."

  "I phoned a dozen times last night to tell you what was happening but..."

  "I was out."

  "Oh, right."

  As Tony left the studio, I felt my stomach sinking. Why had I changed so much? Why didn't I want him anywhere near me? Guilt, I reflected - guilt overwhelmed me. I'd accepted my addiction to sperm, how it had transformed me, but having my nipples pierced? My addiction had led me astray, more than astray - it had changed me beyond recognition.

  Pulling the front of my smock away from my firm breasts, I gazed down at my elongated nipples, the gold rings, wondering how to explain, what to say. Again, I told myself that they were my nipples, to do with as I wished - but it didn't help. My nipples or not, what I'd done to them reflected the new me, the inner me that had been dormant for years. I couldn't hide my true self from anyone, least of all me.

  Tony kept well clear of my studio for the afternoon, leaving me to work on my painting. The girl was coming on well, better than ever, and I couldn't wait for Sheena's reaction when she set eyes on my creation - the cocks thrusting into the girl's crudely bloated sex holes, the swinging balls, the dribbling spunk... Pulling the cloth over the canvas when I'd decided that I'd had enough, I wondered what Tony was up to, where he'd gone.