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Authors: Ray Gordon

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The cooling cream, the massaging feminine fingers, sent a satisfying tingle up Marianne's spine. As Jill knelt astride her head, Marianne gazed longingly at the girl's gaping crack through her eyelashes. Lowering the open centre of her body,

Jill settled her full vaginal lips over her slave's mouth and began to rock her hips, sliding her wet inner girl-flesh over Marianne's face. Pushing her tongue out, savouring the copious flow of pussy juice, Marianne lapped between the pinken folds, swallowing the vaginal offering.

'Ten minutes should do it!' Lydia giggled as she covered the last vestige of veiling pubic hair with the white cream. 'Ten minutes, and she'll be transformed!'

Gasping as Marianne's tongue snaked into her vaginal entrance, Jill didn't reply. Reaching down and peeling her swollen pads of pussy flesh wide apart, exposing her erect clitoris, her yawning hole to Marianne's probing tongue, Jill shuddered as the birth of her lesbian-induced climax stirred within her young womb.

Joining the sex games, Lydia pushed her finger between Marianne's buttocks and located the sensitive portal to her anal duct. Rudely forcing her way past the girl's defending sphincter muscles, she drove her finger deep into the hot, creamy rectal tube before slipping another finger between Marianne's inner pussy lips and delving deep into her spasming cunt.

Massaging her ducts, bringing Marianne immense sexual pleasure, Lydia began her thrusting, finger-fucking the girl, causing her to gasp for more through mouthfuls of Jill's cuntal flesh. 'Don't stop! Ah, ah! Harder!'

Jill shuddered and writhed, grinding her open cunt into Marianne's hot mouth as her climax shook her very soul. Decanting her love-juices, gyrating her hips, she wailed her appreciation in sympathy with Marianne's muffled gasps of orgasmic pleasure. The three-way lesbian coupling brought Marianne untold sexual gratification, taking her higher to her sexual heaven, deeper into the murky depths of wanton debasement. Never would she forget the incredible threesome,

never would she find such sexual satisfaction as now.

Finally slipping her open cunt from Marianne's mouth, Jill lay on the floor, her stomach rising and falling, her pert breasts heaving as she rested in the wake of her climax. Still finger-fucking Marianne's love-holes, Lydia massaged the last ripples of sex from her slave's young quivering body, delighting in her wanton act of female masturbation.

At last, Lydia allowed Marianne to rest, slipping her fingers from her ducts, leaving her holes inflamed, closing to fill the void, leaving her naked body quivering, perspiring with sex. Was this the end of her sexual ordeal? Marianne wondered as the incredible sensations receded and her breathing slowed. Or was she to be taken to another climax, ordered to lick and mouth another orgasm from her lesbian mistress's insatiable clitoris?

Til clean her fanny and see what she looks like without her pubes,' Lydia finally said, dashing to the bathroom and returning with a warm flannel. Wiping her intimate flesh, the girl cleansed Marianne, exposing her smooth naked skin, her full vaginal lips. 'She looks wonderful!' the girl cried as she wiped away the residue of white cream and fallen curls. 'God knows how she's going to explain this to her boyfriend!'

'She'll have to admit to shaving herself!' Jill laughed as she rolled over and gazed lovingly at Marianne's swollen sex-hillocks. 'God knows what he'll think!'

Ordered to dress, Marianne's stomach somersaulted at the thought of showing Barry her blatant nakedness. She'd appear to be stunned, she mused - totally shocked, mystified. What he'd say, she had no idea - but she didn't really care. All this was Barry's fault so he could hardly complain!

'Bring her out of her trance now,' Lydia said as the girls finished dressing. 'We'll use her again and again! Next time, I'll give her a bloody good thrashing!'

'Wake up, Marianne!' Jill ordered, sitting on the sofa and relaxing, nonchalantly gazing at a magazine.

'Oh! What.. . what happened?' Marianne asked as she looked around the room, feigning disorientation.

'Nothing happened,' Jill smiled. 'Anyone for coffee?'

'Please,' Lydia replied.

'Er.. . Not for me,' Marianne said softly, aware of her silky panties against her smooth pussy lips, her soft mons. 'I... I think I'd better be going.'

'So soon!' Jill returned surprisedly. 'You've only just got here!'

'Yes, I know, but... I don't feel too well. I'll see myself out. It was nice meeting you, Lydia. I'll see you again, I expect.'

'Yes, you can be sure of that!' Lydia smiled, turning to Jill and winking.

'Sorry to dash off, but I feel quite strange,' Marianne said as she left the room, leaving the lesbians to laugh and chat about their incredible experience.

Out in the street, Marianne breathed in the flower-scented summer air, happy with her new-found life, her lesbian relationships. She'd gone so far down the road of trickery now that she could never tqrn back. But, she decided, she didn't
want
to turn back.

Her sexual identity now confirmed, her lustful craving for sex divided equally between male and female, she looked forward to many beautiful encounters, many wondrous orgasms. But there was Barry to confront. That evening, she'd slip her clothes off, pretending that she was about to have a shower, and he'd notice her nakedness. She'd look down, horrified, gasping with amazement.

'Life's good!' she mused as she walked down the road, her vaginal juices seeping between her swollen, hairless pussy lips, draining into her panties. 'Life's bloody good!'

Chapter Four

Surprised to find Barry at home at three in the afternoon, Marianne asked him why he wasn't working. He'd already spent half the morning skulking in the bushes, watching John screwing her, so what was he up to now?

'I've got the afternoon off,' he replied, eyeing her short skirt, her naked legs as he filled the kettle. 'Where have you been?'

'Out for a walk,' she smiled, aware of her naked pussy lips, her clitoris, as she imagined his reaction when she displayed her hairless girlhood to his disbelieving eyes.

'You've been gone a bloody long time!' he returned accusingly. 'I've been back for well over two hours so ...'

'It was a long walk, OK?' she replied, annoyed by his disbelief, his mistrust - his jealousy.

'Where did you go, exactly?'

'Down to the park, round the pond and . ..'

'Juxtaposition!'

Ah, the magical word!
she mused as she feigned her hypnotic trance, realizing that he would not only breathe the word to use her for sex, but to try and prise the truth out of her.

'Now, tell me exactly where you've been!' he demanded, sitting at the kitchen table.

'Jill's,' Marianne whispered.

'And what happened at Jill's?'

'I... I didn't stay for long. I.. .'

'I know that she's aware of your secret word because I heard you telling her about it on the phone. Did the lesbian order you to strip?'

'I. . .'

'I don't suppose you'd remember anyway. On second thoughts, subconsciously you'd remember - somewhere deep inside your mind you'd remember all that had happened. I know that much about the subconscious!'

She knew that Barry was right. Subconsciously, she'd recall all that had happened to her and, if genuinely hypnotized, she'd reveal all.
It wouldn't do any damage to tell him exactly what had happened at Jill s place - it might even be fun!
she thought wickedly.

'I arrived at Jill's and she had a friend with her, a young girl - Lydia. They told me to take my clothes off...'

'You stripped naked?'

'Yes, and then they took their clothes off and we all had sex - lesbian sex. They did this to me.'

Lifting her skirt up over her stomach, Marianne pulled the front of her panties down and displayed her hairless pussy-crack. 'God!' Barry gasped. 'They've shaved your cunt! Actually, you look beautiful like that! Just right for Dave this evening!'

Dave?
Marianne pondered, concealing her naked crack.
Who the hell's Dave?
Barry had obviously planned something awful for her.
Something wonderful!
she guessed, imagining a stranger using her, fucking her as Barry watched.
God, how I've changed!

'I intend to use you, Marianne,' he said pensively as she flattened her skirt over the slight swell of her stomach with her palms. Tm thinking of giving up my job and earning a fortune from you, from your body - your cunt.'

So, this was the
real
Barry! she pondered. She'd thought there was more to his darker side, but she hadn't expected him to sell her for sex, to use her as a prostitute, to live off her immoral earnings!

4
1 intend to sell video tapes, too - videos of you masturbating with a vibrator and candles, being fucked by several men at once, used by lezzies, tied down and whipped. I'll rig the camera up so that I can video you and your lezzie friends licking each other's cunts out! Now that I know I'm secure, that our future together is secure now that I have power over you, I'm off my jealousy trip - thank God. I'll make more money from you and your cunt than I'll ever make from the dirty mags I import.'

Dirty mags?
Marianne thought, totally perplexed. There was
indeed
far more to Barry than she'd ever imagined! How long had he been importing dirty mags? Who did he sell them to, and where did he keep them?

'I've a nice little business going,' he enlightened the stunned girl. 'I've a few hundred regular customers who'll be delighted when I announce that I'm now selling dirty videos too -
really
dirty videos! There's so much crap around at the moment -blurred, shaky pictures, cunts that you can hardly see, dubbed sound ... Yes, I'll earn a fortune from you, Marianne - from your shaved cunt!'

Her head spinning as she stood quietly listening to the incredible revelation, Marianne held back her tears.
Marriage!
she thought.
My God, I was actually going to marry the bastard!
Although more sexually aware, alive, than ever before, she couldn't bring herself to feign hypnosis and allow Barry to film her masturbating, being fucked by strangers. The game, and her relationship with Barry, had to end now, she decided. She could still enjoy playing the hypnosis game with Jill and Lydia, and John, perhaps - but not with Barry.

Tve some bloody good ideas for the videos!' he chortled. 'I'll make up a wooden pillory to bind you to - you know, like they had in the old days. Yes, I'll design something to strap your naked body to so that your cunt and your arse are exposed to the camera, your holes open for fucking. But for now, I think I'll have a little fun, try out one or two ideas - a rehearsal, so to speak.'

If Marianne gave her game away now, word would soon get back to Jill and Lydia - and John. It was no good owning up to her deception: the only way was to leave Barry, end the relationship by walking out. But he'd follow her, she mused. He'd not understand why she should suddenly up and leave without an explanation. Besides, she owned half the house, half the furniture. If she were to carry on her games with the others, she'd have to plan the end of her relationship with Barry carefully.

Take the wooden spoon from the drawer,' Barry instructed. Images of her mother spanking her with a wooden spoon loomed in Marianne's mind as she opened the drawer. Was he going to thrash her naked buttocks? she wondered as she passed him the spoon.
4
Pull your knickers down and bend over the back of the chair,' he ordered, placing a chair in the centre of the room.

Slipping her panties down, Marianne lifted her skirt and leaned over the chair, exposing her crimson buttocks to her boyfriend's wicked eyes. Tensing her muscles in readiness for the thrashing, she gasped as the long, thin spoon handle slipped deep into her rectal sheath.

'Yes, that's good!' Barry laughed. 'But I need something bigger. Wait there while I search the garage. I want to see just how much I can stretch your tight arse open!'

The spoon handle bringing her heavenly sensations, Marianne pondered on the situation. She'd play along with Barry for the time being, allow him to experiment, to stretch her bottom-hole open - but she'd put an end to the debauchery well before he set up his video camera.

'This is ideal!' Barry said triumphantly as he entered the kitchen, holding up a length of plastic drainpipe. 'I'll shove it up your cunt and have a look at your cervix before I stick it in your arse!' he laughed, leaving the spoon in place as he pushed the pipe between her bulging pussy lips.

The two-inch diameter pipe opening Marianne's vaginal sheath, Barry pushed and twisted until the end pressed gently against her cervix. 'Ah, that's good!' he cried, kneeling behind her. 'I can see right up your cunt! God, you're wet, all pink and creamy! I've never seen a cervix before. I wonder whether I could use a bigger piece of pipe and really open you up?'

Quivering as Barry slipped the pipe from her spasming vagina, Marianne felt her clitoris swell. But her fear outweighed her pleasure as he slowly withdrew the spoon handle from her bottom-hole and pushed the end of the pipe between her buttocks. 'Sod it, it's the wrong shape!' he complained. 'I need something with a rounded end.'

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