Addicted (18 page)

"Gary, I'm
not..."

"Helen, I
really don't think you have a choice in the matter. OK, I'm just
going to get something from the kitchen and make a quick phone
call."

Get something?
A quick phone call? I shuddered in my feverish craving and cold
fear. I thought of Tony, my home, my ruined marriage. Shattered
faith, vows cast to the wind. What was I doing, chained like an
animal in my perverted neighbour's sex dungeon? What was I doing
with my life? What was life doing with me?

How did people
free themselves from the cold, gripping hand of alcohol? Or the
ever-tightening stranglehold of nicotine? Cold turkey, cold fear. I
should have found the inner strength to fight my addiction. But I'd
never known inner strength, I'd never needed to seek it out.
Perhaps I had none.

Was there a
God? I found myself wondering as Gary finally returned. Was there a
universal truth, justice? People only turn to their gods in time of
need; this was my time of need. Was this life hell in disguise?
People lived their lives in their own little worlds, unaware of the
outside world. I'd lived in my sheltered world with my twee
marriage, seeking love, happy in fidelity and loyalty. People were
blind to the truth. I sensed Lucifer, he was the reality.

"OK," Gary
said, moving behind me. "I'm going to shove a cucumber up your arse
to loosen you up ready for my prick." I grimaced as his obscene
words buffeted my racked mind. They were the words of truth, the
cold reality of the world we live in - the world I now lived in. He
was a monster, Lucifer in the guise of Gary. "You'll like this," he
said, painfully yanking my tensed buttocks apart. "It's far bigger
than the candle I shoved up your arse the other day."

The end of the
cucumber pressing against my sensitive brown tissue, I tried to
relax, to allow the cold intruder access to my bowels. There was no
point in fighting the inevitable, prolonging my agony. Twisting and
pushing, he managed to drive a couple of inches into my rectal
canal. I gasped; squeezing my eyes shut as the fruit slowly entered
me, the tapered green shaft progressively opening me, indecently
bloating my pelvic cavity.

Again, I
thought of Tony, working hard to build our future, our lives. He'd
often said that we were meant to be together, that we were
soul-mates. I no longer had a soul; Lucifer had snatched it away
from me. I'd thought this to be a game, sucking knobs on the
common, mouth-fucked, cunt-fucked... But the game had turned on me,
turned into a nightmare. Lucifer was the master player.

"How's it
feel?" Gary asked, pushing the cucumber deeper into my stretched
rectal sheath. How did it feel? Degrading in the extreme, utterly
humiliating. But there was worse to come, far worse! Never would I
have dreamed that Gary was going to act the way he was. I was to
endure far more than a cucumber forced into my rectum. Far worse
than the cane or whip. What he had planned for me was inhumane.

As the front
doorbell rang out, tears rolled down my cheeks. Again and again I
wondered what I was doing, what I'd become, as Gary left the room,
my prison cell, and walked down the hall. I heard an unfamiliar
male voice as the front door opened. There was laughter, chuckling,
sniggering. The cucumber sticking out of my bottom-hole, my naked
body tethered, I waited in trepidation and immense humiliation as
the male voices grew louder.

"There she
is," Gary laughed. I turned my head and gazed at the young man
standing in the doorway.

"Very nice!"
he grinned. "I like the cucumber!"

"Gary!" I
screamed, desperately tugging on the handcuffs. "Gary, what..."

"This is
Phil," Gary interrupted me. "He's come to fuck your arsehole,
Helen."

"No, please!
Gary, you can't..."

"Helen, I can
do what the hell I like!" he returned angrily. "After all, you came
here of your own accord, you knew what I wanted, you knew what to
expect. You do want sperm, don't you?"

I wanted
sperm, yes, but not this! I sensed fingers between my thighs,
parting my vaginal lips, driving deep into my tightening cunt. As
the lewd sensations permeated my pelvis, someone pulled on the dog
chain, tugging my head back.

"Let's walk
her around the house like a dog before we fuck her," Phil said in
his evilness, slipping his fingers out of my violated cunt.
Releasing the handcuffs, Gary forced me to kneel on all fours, the
cucumber still deep inside my aching anal duct.

"Pass me those
chains," Gary ordered his perverted accomplice as he sat on my
back.

A leather belt
buckled around my waist, handcuffs secured to my ankles, I wondered
what they were going to do. The two chains clanking as they were
attached to each cuffed ankle, I thought my jailers were going to
secure my feet together. Running the short chains from my ankles to
metal rings in the sides of the leather belt, they secured the
ends. I couldn't stand up as Gary slipped off my back. The chains
were short; they wouldn't allow me to straighten my legs.

Taking the
chain fixed to the dog collar, Phil led me round the room. The
cucumber sticking out of my bottom-hole, the chains rattling, this
was the height of female degradation, the epitome of humiliation.
Treating me worse than an animal, Gary took a leather strap from a
hook on the wall and lashed my buttocks as the cucumber shot out of
my inflamed arse.

The stinging
pain tensing my burning buttocks, I squeezed my tearful eyes shut
as the belt struck home again, jolting my abused body, stripping me
of my once so delicate femininity. Femininity? A lady, refined,
dainty, graceful in the gentle curves of her femininity. I was no
longer a lady; I could no longer claim femininity.

Running the
end of the dog chain through a steel ring in the floor, Phil slowly
pulled, my head lowering as the collar neared the steel ring until
my flushed face pressed against the carpet. My buttocks projected,
my sex holes exposed, it was impossible to move. Gary had planned
well for my visit; his perverted mind had come up with the most
degrading ideas imaginable. Was this what all men were like beneath
their exteriors, behind their facades? Probably. Tony?

Gary gave my
buttocks another two lashes with the leather strap, both men
chuckling at my humiliating position as I trembled and whimpered.
Dropping the strap, he took something from the corner of the room.
Through my lashes, I gazed at the long wooden pole with U-shaped
pieces of metal at either end. What was the horrendous-looking
device for? I wondered as he settled behind me. What inhumane act
was he about to commit?

Placing the
pole between my legs, he forced my knees further apart, the
U-shaped pieces just above my knees, holding my thighs wide apart.
What more could he do to me? How else could he humiliate and
degrade me in his decadence? Taking two metal clips from the small
table, he fixed them to my nipples. Gasping as the clips bit into
my sensitive milk teats, I vowed never to return to the pervert's
house, the Devil's house. No matter how bad my craving, I'd never
return. But I'd made the same vow before - and broken it.

"Her cunt lips
look nice," Phil said in his crudity, massaging my swollen outer
labia. "There's nothing I like more than a shaved cunt. I think
I'll give her a good fuck."

"That's what
she's here for!" Gary laughed. "You fuck her cunt, and then I'll
have a go."

I said nothing
as Phil slipped his trousers off and knelt behind me, behind my
rudely exposed sex holes. There were no words; there was nothing to
be said. All I could do was hang on in silent submissiveness. This
was what I'd lowered myself to, a common slut who'd do anything for
sperm. The devil's daughter?

"Beg Phil to
fuck your cunt," Gary ordered me. "Come on, Helen; beg him to fuck
your wet cunt."

"Fuck me," I
sobbed as my pussy lips were crudely forced apart.

"Do it
properly, Helen! Beg him to fuck your cunt!"

"Please, fuck
my cunt."

My tears
soaking into the carpet, I gasped as Phil forced the entire length
of his solid penis deep into my spasming vagina. The chains
clanking as he repeatedly withdrew and thrust his organ into me, I
prayed that my horrendous ordeal would soon be over, that I'd have
my fix and be allowed to go home. The marital home?

Ramming his
huge sex-rod into my aching vagina, Phil gasped his expletives as
Gary adjusted the nipple clamps, painfully squeezing and pinching
my sensitive breast buds. I wondered when I'd be allowed to swallow
sperm, when I'd be allowed the calm and tranquillity I yearned. I
prayed for release from the cold grip of my addiction. All I could
think about was sperm, swallowing the opaque liquid and then going
home to a long, hot bath.

"I'm going to
spunk!" Phil gasped, grabbing the chains fixed to the leather belt
and using them as reins to pull my buttocks, my cunt, towards him,
meeting his vigorous penile thrusts. His swollen knob battering my
cervix, I sensed his sperm jetting, bathing and lubricating the
enforced union. His heavy balls slapping my sex mound, his lower
belly smacking against my burning buttocks, he crudely fucked me
until he'd pumped out the last of his spunk.

At last, he
withdrew his huge cock, allowing my vagina to shrink, my inner lips
to close, sealing the entrance to my aching sex sheath. Now what? I
wondered as fingers ran over my stinging buttocks. Was it Gary's
turn to cunt-fuck me? Or would he mouth-fuck me, allow me my
drug?

My eyes
closed, my head held to the floor by the dog chain, I sensed
movement behind me, behind my indecently exposed holes. A tongue
licked my anus, my arsehole, waking sleeping nerve endings, sending
electrifying sensations of crude sex through my tethered body.
Fingers wiping the sperm from my dripping cunt, running up the
crease between my buttocks and lubricating my anal entrance, I
grimaced. It was Gary; it had to be - Gary, the anal pervert.

His knob
pressing against the tightly closed entrance to my inner core,
trying to gain entry to my bowels, I was sinking ever-deeper into
the bottomless well of sexual debauchery. I had never wanted this
again, anal sex, anal abuse. But I had no choice; I was to be
crudely arse-fucked in return for sperm.

His cock
suddenly penetrated me, opened me and drove deep into my tight
rectal duct. His heavy balls caressing my swollen vaginal lips, my
anal ring stretched tautly around the base of his huge penis, I
wondered at the laws of morality. Man made laws, or the laws of
God?

Deep inside my
bowels, I sensed his glans swell and throb. He began his thrusting,
his arse-fucking, jolting my chained body, bringing me lewd
sensations of debased sex. It felt as if his cock was driving into
the very centre of my body, almost into my stomach. Belly slapping
buttocks, balls smacking cunt lips, knob gliding in and out of my
arsehole... debased, vile, perverted sex.

"Fuck me;
you're a tight-arsed whore!" Gary breathed. "We'll give you a
bloody good arse-whipping after I've spunked up your bum!"
Inspiration to paint? Did this inspire me to paint erotica? I
imagined it did. Filth.

"And a
cleavage fuck!" Phil rejoined, finally recovering from his
coming.

"We'll fuck
every hole until your oozing with spunk!"

Every hole,
mouth-fuck. I couldn't wait much longer for my fix. My heart
palpitating as never before, I felt as if I was leaving my body,
floating above myself. The cucumber forced deep into my neglected
cunt quickly brought me back to reality. My pelvic cavity felt like
a balloon, bloated, stretched. Two huge shafts shafting me, jolting
my naked body, I thought I'd split open.

"A two-hole
fuck!" Phil laughed, thrusting the fruit in and out of my inflamed,
sperm-brimming vagina. Did I want a three-hole fuck? A mouth
fucking. I yearned for sperm, for an orgasming knob in my mouth. I
had to swallow sperm; I imagined I'd die without it!

My nipples
sore and aching, my tear-streaked face pressed against the carpet,
my body had never known such abuse. I was a prostitute. The chains
clanking, I imagined Tony behind me, gentle in his vaginal fucking,
his loving. But no, he was the same as the rest, I'd convinced
myself. He was probably in his hotel room with a prostitute,
fucking her arsehole, spunking up her arse.

"Ah, God!"
Gary cried as his sperm jetted from his slit, creaming my rectal
tube. "I'm coming up your arse!" His orgasmic thrusts violent, he
slapped my stinging buttocks as Phil crudely drove the cucumber in
and out of my tightening cunt. The height of humiliation? The depth
of degradation? No, this was nothing - as I was soon to
discover.

My bowels
filling, my eyes squeezed shut, I endured the obscene double
shafting until Gary had drained his balls, satisfied his perverted
lust. Again, I swore never to return to Gary's house, to the sex
cell. Futile? There had to be a man I could have an affair with, a
decent, loving man who'd willingly allow me to suck him to orgasm
and swallow his sperm. Could I love again after my degrading
experience, give my cunt in the name of love? I imagined not.

I could no
longer rely on Tony. Although he was due home before long, he'd
soon be off again. Besides, I wasn't sure that I wanted him any
more. Love? Love doesn't exist; it's a wrongful interpretation of
lust by mankind. I'd always thought Tony and I were as one in love,
but his love of money had left me loveless, lustful and
spermless.

"Christ, I
needed that!" Gary gasped as he dragged his cock out of my spermed
bottom-sheath. "OK, now we'll..."

"Now I need my
fix!" I cried as Phil slipped the hot cucumber out of my sore
cunt.

"All in good
time, Helen!" Gary chuckled, slapping my stinging buttocks with his
palm. "There's no rush."