Enslaved (3 page)

Sipping her coffee, Marianne became aware of her vaginal juices seeping into her panties. To her horror, she realized that displaying her young pussy to another man had sexually excited her. Her vagina aching, her clitoris stiffening, to her surprise she began to wish that Barry
would
order her to masturbate with the cucumber while John watched.

'You all right, love?' Barry asked, noticing her face flush.

'Yes, fine!' she smiled as her womb fluttered. 'I'm just a little hot, that's all. I'm going to ring Jill again. There's something I forgot to tell her.'

'OK, see you in a minute.'

Phoning her friend for real this time and with the lounge door closed, Marianne slipped her hand between her thighs and gasped. 'God, I'm wet!'

'Sorry?' Jill asked.

'Oh, hi, Jill - it's me, Marianne.'

'Hi! Who's wet?'

*I was talking to Barry about the. . . about the kitchen floor. Anyway, how are you?'

'I'm okay. How was the course?'

'It was fun! I failed, but it was fun! Listen, the course lecturer has given me a trigger word which ...'

Her words tailed off as she realized that if anyone twigged that she was playing games, especially the indiscreet young Jill, Barry would eventually find out. Not wanting to ruin her fun, she decided to say nothing about the word. Too late!

'A trigger word?' Jill asked.

'Er... yes, he ..

'That's where someone becomes hypnotized when they hear a certain word, isn't it?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'So, the lecturer has implanted a word in your subconscious, then?'

'Yes, no ... Look, I don't want Barry to know about it, Jill. If he knew the word, there's no saying what he'd get me to do!'
Why am I saying all this?

'What's the word? I promise I won't tell him!'

'I'd rather not. . . Oh, I might as well tell you - it's "juxtaposition".'

'Does it work?'

She'd have to concoct lies now - lies to cover lies.

'Yes, the people on the course all had trigger words, and we all had a good laugh making each other do this and that! But I don't want anyone to know that the word still works. The man running the course became ill and went home before he could erase the word from my subconscious.'

'I'll pop in tomorrow and you can tell me all about it!'

'Okay, great! But remember, tell no one about the word.'

'Don't worry, I won't. Oh, someone's at the door - I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!'

Returning to the lounge, Marianne sat down and smiled at Barry, wondering why she'd lied to Jill.
If I carry on like

this, I'll convince myself!
she reflected as the phone rang. Til get it,' Barry said, jumping up from the sofa and dashing into the hall. Marianne looked at John, her full red lips half smiling. She knew only too well what he was thinking, what he was picturing! But, she reminded herself, she was completely innocent.

'Sod it!' Barry cursed as he opened the door. 'That bloody job I've been working on, it's gone wrong!'

'Which job?' Marianne asked.

'That advertising job I was doing for Brooke-Smith. The editing boys have fucked up the video tape! I won't get the next contract unless Brooke-Smith is kept happy. I'll have to go down to the studio and see if I can salvage something. If I can't, Saunders will fire me!'

'It's not your fault, Barry!' Marianne complained.

'As far as Saunders is concerned, everything's my bloody fault! I'll be a couple of hours, if not more, I'm afraid. Sorry to dash off, John. I'll ring you.'

'Okay, I'll just finish my coffee and then I really must be going - I've got my bloody thesis to finish! Fucking bore that it is!'

The atmosphere was tense as Barry left the house and closed the front door behind him. Marianne knew what John was thinking, she knew that the picture of her young pussy was indelibly etched in his mind, and she prayed that he'd hurry up and leave so that she could relax and contemplate the evening's events in peace.

'Barry works too hard!' John quipped, rolling his coffee cup between his palms as he moved forward, perching himself on the edge of the sofa.

'Yes, he does. This is always happening! They think that they can ring him at any time of day or night and he'll go dashing to their rescue!'

'Perhaps he should say no once in a while/

'That's what I've told him, but he won't listen. Anyway, John, I'm tired after travelling back from the course so, if you don't mind . .. ?'

There was a pause. Marianne sensed an awkward silence as John shifted on the sofa. What was he thinking? she wondered. But worse, what was he planning? He knew the word. Surely, he wouldn't. . .

'Juxtaposition,' he breathed softly as he looked down at the floor. Her heart missing several beats, Marianne stifled a gasp as the word reverberated through her aching mind.
Juxtaposition.
This was ridiculous! she thought, keeping perfectly still as she wondered what the hell to do. Surely, John wouldn't...

'Marianne, you sexy little thing -1 want you to stand up.'

Desperately trying to think of a way out of the incredible situation, she stood up and turned to face him, her eyes staring blankly at the wall. Unless she played the game, John would tell Barry - and she'd be exposed! She wanted to continue the game with Barry but, she decided, there was no way she'd follow John's instructions!

'Take your skirt off, Marianne!' he ordered firmly.
No, no!
her subconscious screamed. Her stomach churning, alarm bells ringing, she realized that her arousal was rising fast. But she couldn't bring herself to strip before John! Or worse, masturbate as he watched! 'Come on, take your skirt off!' he repeated indignantly.

The protesting voice in her subconscious fading, losing the battle, her clitoris swelling, urgent in its demand for attention, she knew that she was quickly falling prey to her darker side. Tugging her short skirt down, she decided to put a halt to the proceedings should things go too far - to take her deception a little way down the dangerous road, and then turn back.

Kicking her skirt aside, she stood before her
master,
her bulging panties wet, stained - blatantly on display. Her mind reeling, she was all too aware of her demanding clitoris now, her sex-juices seeping between her engorged inner lips.

'Panties!' John said firmly. 'Come on, take your panties off! I'm enjoying this! I want to see your wet snatch!'

Her heart fluttering, her hands trembling, she knew that
this
was the ultimate test! Was it worth it? she wondered. To fool Barry and continue with her games, to discover his secret fantasies, his inner desires - was it worth revealing her feminine intimacy to John?

John was in his late teens, at least four years younger than Marianne, which gave her a sense of control. He was good-looking, well-spoken, and he'd been friends with Barry for several years. They were like brothers, she reflected - surely he wouldn't use Barry's girlfriend like this and risk destroying the friendship? She knew only too well that, if she were to comply with his request, he'd come back for more and more. Who was
really
in control?

'I knew you were conning me!' John scoffed. 'You might be able to fool Barry, but you can't fool me! I don't know why you're playing this game with Barry, I don't know what you're up to - but I'll tell him that you've taken him in, tricked him. Trigger word, my arse!'

Pulling her panties down to her knees, Marianne sensed John's eyes on her swelling pussy lips. His amorous gaze was burning into her very femininity, piercing the sexual centre of her very being. But this was all part of the big con, all part of the game that had started as a joke and had quickly got out of hand. Marianne's thinking was blurred, her mind confused as she tried to think what was driving her to display her young pussy to another man - what goading monster lurked within her mind.

'Your knickers are stained with your cunt juice!' John observed crudely. 'Fuck me, you really are under hypnosis!' Her face flushing, her womb fluttering, Marianne's thoughts swayed between her dangerous game and the compelling need between her inflamed vaginal lips. What the hell would John ask of her next? she wondered.
Christ, if. Barry were to walk in!
But, she consoled herself again, she was the innocent party, blameless, guiltless - impeccable in her innocence.

'Take your knickers right off, and then undo your blouse,' John ordered as Marianne's conscience eased a little. Complying, her stomach somersaulting, she kicked her panties aside and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her full, straining bra. 'Okay, blouse off, and then your bra,' he said, picking her panties up and examining the stained crotch. 'There's nothing I like more than a bloody good pair of tits!'

Marianne watched as he held her warm panties to his face and breathed in her girl-fragrance. But, strangely, she felt no embarrassment now - only a dangerous inner desire for sexual satisfaction. As she freed her firm breasts, her nipples grew, hardening as her arousal continued to soar to frightening heights. Her areolae darkening, she stood completely naked before her new master, wondering what obscenity he'd demand of her.

'Come closer to me and open your cunt lips,' he demanded crudely. Were all men like this? she wondered as she took two steps forward and peeled her fleshy girlhood open, revealing her intimate inner sex-folds to his sparkling eyes. Perhaps Barry and John were no different from any other men? If that were the case, she mused wickedly, by playing her hypnosis game she could have any man she wanted eating out of her pussy! If word got round, she'd be inundated by men offering her this and that and . . . But no. The game had been devised to fool Barry, and now John, it seemed. Two men were more than enough!

'Finger your wet cunt!' John ordered as he moved nearer to the edge of the sofa, his eyes wide, his penis straining within the confines of his tight jeans. Marianne slipped her middle finger into her hot vaginal sheath as John watched with bated breath. Her stomach somersaulting again, she thought of the cucumber, wondering whether to
accidentally
kick it across the carpet and expose the phallus to her master.
Christ, what the hell am I doing?
she wondered as the cold reality of her wanton behaviour hit home.

'You've a nice body,' John breathed. 'I like your tits, and your cunt's beautiful! Would you like me to finger your cunt for you?' Things were going too far, she decided. Getting out of hand! 'Slip your finger out, and
I'll
finger-fuck your tight cunt for you.'

Standing with her feet slightly apart and her hands hanging limply by her sides, she closed her eyes as John's finger circled the entrance to her young vagina. As his finger gently slid into her hot duct, her womb convulsed, her mind swirling with sex, lewd sex. She'd taken her game so far now that there was no turning back. With another man's finger invading her once-sacrosanct vagina, there was no back-tracking.

'You're very hot and wet!' John remarked, chuckling like an excited schoolboy as he massaged her inner flesh. 'Just think, I can call round when Barry's at work and do what I like with your beautiful body! God, I can have a beautiful naked girl follow my every command whenever I want - with no strings!'

The notion excited Marianne and, again, she told herself that none of this was her doing. If ever she was caught committing her wanton act of infidelity, she'd be completely blameless. She smiled inwardly as the amazing thought struck her.
If anything, Barry's to blame!

Slipping his finger from her tightening vaginal cavern, John ordered his sex slave to get on all fours. 'On your hands and knees like a dog!' he laughed as she submissively took her position. 'That's it, knees wide apart so that I .can see your pretty cunt lips hanging below your arse-crack!'

Never had Marianne so crudely and blatantly exposed the centre of her femininity to Barry, let alone another man! Her mind reeling with images of her distended vaginal lips, her exposed bottom-hole, her clitoris throbbed. Jutting her bottom out in her new-found devilry as uncharacteristic thoughts besmirched her mind, she half hoped that Barry would return and discover her debauchery.
That would teach the bastard a lesson for exposing my pussy to John!
she gloated.
If anyone's to blame, it's Barry!

'I really don't know how far to go, Marianne,' John debated as he gazed at her invitingly swollen pussy lips, her yawning dividing groove. 'I'd like to shove my cock right up your hot cunt and fuck you but... I don't know, it doesn't seem right.'

Please, fuck me!
she found herself thinking in her sexual delirium as her juices seeped from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. Never had she felt so sexually alive! Never had she dreamed that she'd crave lewd sex like this!

Moving behind her, John slipped three fingers into her drenched pussy-hole and explored her inner femininity. His penis straining for relief, for her gripping young cunt, he knew that he could hold back no longer. 'Oh well,' he sighed lustfully as he slipped his wet fingers from the girl's hot duct. 'Barry will be ages, and you'll know nothing about it - so I might as well give you a bloody good flicking!'