Naked Lies (16 page)

My vagina
spasmed as I joined Carole and contemplated the hoe, the rounded
end of the green handle. My sex juices still oozing from my vaginal
opening, irrigating my inner thighs, I felt an urgent need to
masturbate again. I really was becoming addicted to orgasm, and I
wondered whether to nip up to the bathroom to appease myself. As I
was about to tell Carole that I was going up to the loo, Den
sauntered into the garden.

"Hi!" he
called, walking across the lawn towards us. "Nice day."

"Oh, er..." I
began, my hands trembling as he approached. "Er... Carole, this
is... This is Dave, he lives down the road."

"Pleased to
meet you," Carole smiled, shaking his hand.

"Mat's out,
I'm afraid," I said, glaring at the audacious bastard.

"I came to see
you but, as you have company..."

"It's OK, I
was about to go," Carole broke in. "I have things to do."

"In that case,
I'll stay."

"No, Carole.
You... you don't have to go," I said shakily. I didn't want to be
mouth-fucked. "Stay and..."

"I have to go
into town to pick up one or two things, and I must call into the
bank. I'll see myself out."

"But..."

"I'll give you
a ring."

As she
disappeared into the house, I turned and faced Den. He grinned
triumphantly as he reached out and squeezed my breast through my
blouse, commenting on my full melons, my succulent nipples. The
situation had become absurd, I thought angrily. I couldn't even
enjoy a coffee and a chat with my best friend without Den spoiling
things! Seething with rage as he slipped his hand up my skirt and
cupped my wet vaginal lips, I stepped back.

"How you have
the gall to wander into my garden when I'm with a friend, I really
don't know!" I spat.

"What do you
think about the hole in the fence?" he asked cheekily. "It's rather
ingenious, isn't it?"

"It's
disgusting!"

"I'll let you
into a little secret, Jane."

"What
secret?"

He chuckled,
obviously delighting in keeping me in suspense. "It wasn't me you
sucked off last night," he finally laughed.

"What?" I
gasped.

"A friend of
mine called to see me. He stuck his dick through the hole and you
sucked him off, swallowed his spunk."

My heart sank
as I recalled the anonymous knob in my mouth, the sperm gushing,
sacrilegiously baptizing my tonsils. In the dark, I'd not noticed
that it was a different penis. After all, a cock is a cock. Even in
daylight, I'd probably not have known the difference. I felt like a
prostitute, sucking a stranger to orgasm for payment. Although my
remuneration was Den's silence, it was still payment for sex.

"I nearly
exploded with laughing when he spunked in your mouth!" Den
sniggered. "The great thing about it was that I charged him ten
pounds for the pleasure!"

"I've never
met anyone as vile and despicable as you!" I hissed through gritted
teeth. "This is the last straw! As from now, you can forget the
whole bloody thing!"

"Oh dear. I
really don't think Mat will be too pleased to discover..."

"Let me tell
you something," I smiled sweetly. "I've been having an affair for
the last three years. One week from now, I'll be living in a
beautiful house in the Cotswolds with another man."

"You're
bluffing."

"Am I? I
wasn't going to tell Mat that I'm leaving him until the last
minute. The only reason I allowed you to blackmail me was because I
didn't want you rocking the boat, ruining my plans."

"I don't
believe you, Jane."

"I really
don't care whether you believe me or not. Of course, you can cause
me problems by telling Mat, showing him the photographs and playing
him the tape. It will mess my plans up because the house won't be
ready until next week, but I can easily stay with a friend in the
meantime."

"There's no
way you've been having an affair, Jane. You'd never have allowed me
to blackmail you if you were leaving Mat."

"As I said, I
really don't care what you believe."

"Your
confession isn't the only thing I have on tape. I have you saying
that you'll pose for me, like the magazine picture. And I recorded
you begging to suck my cock and drink my spunk. You then begged me
to fuck your mouth and spunk over your tongue. When you were in the
lounge with Lisa, the recorder was beneath the sofa. It's a good
recording, Lisa telling you to let it come, to be a good little
girl and come in her mouth. And judging by your own euphoric
utterances, it was a pretty good orgasm."

"As I said, I
don't care."

"'Don't stop!
God, don't stop!' The whole lot is on tape. Lisa saying that you
have a nice cunt and asking you whether you'd like her to suck out
your milk, you pleading 'yes, yes!'"

He had far
more on me than I'd ever imagined! I'd thought my affair trick
would have made him back off, but now? What he had on tape was the
ultimate proof of not only my adultery but the lesbian sex I'd had
with Lisa. Den, it seemed, had finally won.

"OK, into the
house and strip off," he grinned, leading the way across the lawn.
"I'll really put you through your paces this time!"

"I told you!"
I screamed. "It's over!"

"Unless you do
as you're told, you'll be sorry!"

As he
disappeared into the house, I wondered despairingly what to do. If
I surrendered yet again, the blackmailing, the sexual abuse, would
never end. But if I dug my heels in... As usual, I knew that I had
no choice. He had complete domination over me, ruled my very
life.

Dragging
myself into the house, my heart thumping hard against my chest, I
knew instinctively that I was going to have to endure the most
sordid sex yet. I couldn't face another session of sexual
corruption, sexual abuse. But my body no longer belonged to me. It
was Den's property, to do what he wanted with, when he wanted.

"One week from
today, I won't be here," I asserted in a last ditch attempt to be
rid of him as I walked into the lounge. He was pulling lengths of
rope from his jacket pockets, ignoring me, obviously not believing
one word of my story. "You'll have no one to use and abuse."

"Why submit
then?" he finally asked, running the ropes through his hands.

"I didn't say
that I was going to submit."

"Take your
clothes off and lean over the back of the armchair," he ordered me,
taking it for granted that I was going to submit as he pulled the
chair into the centre of the room.

My cunt
aching, my clitoris solid, I again wondered why I'd become so
hungry for sex. The thought of Den tying me to the chair, abusing
me, sent a quiver up my spine, but I had to stop him exploiting me
every day. My body wasn't a commodity, an object to be used purely
to satisfy his debased desires.

"Come on,
Jane," he said irritably. "I haven't got all day."

"I'm only
doing this because I don't want my plans ruined," I breathed,
unbuttoning my blouse and slipping my shoes off. "I don't want to
have to leave a week early. I'm only doing this because..."

"You're doing
this because you have no choice. You know as well as I do that
you're not leaving Mat."

Slipping my
blouse over my shoulders, my naked breasts displayed to my
blackmailer, I tugged my skirt down, revealing my knickerless
pussy. He was right. He knew it and I knew it - I had no choice.
Leaning over the back of the chair, my head resting on the cushion,
my feet wide apart, I allowed him to tie my wrists and ankles,
securing me in the demeaning position.

"I'm just
going to get a couple of things from my house," he smiled, leaving
the room. A couple of things? I pondered fearfully. How had I again
fallen prey to the beast? Why had I been so naive? He'd mentioned
the tape recorder before - I should have known that he was taping
me when he asked me to beg to suck his cock and swallow his sperm.
I'd have to submit to my master now, surrender to his every
command. If only I'd...

Hindsight was
no good, I mused. There was no point in looking back, and as for
the future... I could see no light at the end of the tunnel of
doom. My plan to set Den and Lisa against each other hadn't worked.
But it wasn't too late to give the pernicious ball another shove,
to keep it rolling, I reflected optimistically. It was my only
chance, futile though it was.

"OK!" Den
chuckled as he returned and placed something on the floor behind
me. "Take a look at this." Brushing my hair away from my face with
the end of a long, thin bamboo cane, he grinned. "Naughty little
girls need to be caned," he declared, an evil glint in his eyes.
"You've been extremely disobedient, you'll have to be thrashed. But
first, I'll blindfold you."

"Why do that?"
I asked shakily.

"You'll
see."

Wrapping a
folded handkerchief around my head, he tied the ends. In the dark,
I felt alone, lost, even more defenceless. Why did he have to do
this? I wondered. What was the point? In his devilment, I imagined
him committing an act so obscene that he didn't want me turning my
head and looking at him. Where was the angel of sex, the devil's
daughter?

"Lisa came to
see me earlier," I imparted, wondering what on earth I was
planning.

"What, this
morning?"

"Yes, just
after Mat left for work."

"She didn't
tell me that..."

"Why should
she tell you? Anyway, I don't suppose she's seen you since."

"She would
have told me, Jane. You're lying."

"Why would I
lie? Why would I say that Lisa came round if she hadn't? I'd have
nothing to gain, would I?"

"Did she want
sex?"

"She came
round for a coffee and a chat. Unlike you, she doesn't want debased
sex all the time. I think we might become good friends."

"I'll thrash
the truth out of you!" he stormed.

"I've told you
the truth!"

The first
stinging lash of the cane across my tensed buttocks jolting my
naked body, I wished I'd never mentioned Lisa. Again, the thin
bamboo landed squarely across my quivering bottom-melons with a
deafening crack, and I yelped. The marks from the last thrashing
hadn't faded yet, and now fresh weals would fan out across my taut
buttocks. Mat was bound to notice and...

"Lisa didn't
come here, did she?" he asked angrily, thrashing me again. I had to
endure the gruelling punishment, I couldn't admit to lying. "She
didn't, did she?" he demanded to know again as the cane struck my
stinging bottom. "Tell me you're lying, bitch!"

On and on he
thrashed me, the excruciating pain finally numbing my burning
buttocks. But I was determined that he'd never get the truth out of
me. He obviously didn't like the idea of Lisa visiting me without
his consent. He'd ask her about it and she'd deny it, but the ball
was rolling again. He'd begin to doubt her, begin to wonder what
her game was - and there'd be no end of trouble.

"Tell me
you're lying, whore!" he stormed again, the cane swatting my
burning arse orbs for the umpteenth time. As he continued the
merciless thrashing, I remained silent, my whimpers hushed. I was
determined to win this round in my quest to set the evil pair
against each other. The cane landed across my buttocks with one
deafening crack after another, but I bit my lip, not even letting
out a yelp as he thrashed me harder.

"Right, as
that doesn't seem to be working, we'll try something else," he
muttered, dropping the cane to the floor. Smearing something cold
and greasy between my burning buttocks, over my sensitive anal
entrance, I thought he was going to commit the ultimate violation
on my tethered body and fuck my bottom.

"This should
be fun!" he laughed, pressing something cold and hard against my
tightly closed anal rose. "Let's see if your arse is big enough to
take a bloody great cucumber!"

"No!" I
screamed in my darkness as the thin end of the fruit slipped past
my sphincter muscles and penetrated my tight duct. "Christ,
no!"

"Tell me
you're lying about Lisa, or it'll be Christ, yes!"

"I wasn't
lying! She told me not to tell you that she'd been to see me!"

"Lying
bitch!"

"No!"

As he forced
the cucumber deep into my tight rectum, my inner flesh stretching
to capacity, I knew that, even if I admitted to lying, he'd
continue with the plunder of my most private hole. I couldn't
believe what he was doing to me, the depths of depravity he'd sunk
to. Where had my gentle femininity gone? My bottom-hole aching, I
was sure that he'd force his penis up me next, sperm in my bowels.
I cried inside.

"No!" I
screamed again as the cucumber glided deeper into my inflamed anal
sheath. Ignoring my pleas, he twisted the shaft, repeatedly pulling
it out and driving it into me again. My pelvis bloated, my naked
body jolting as the huge green shaft thrust in and out of my
bottom, I felt that I was going to split open.

Finally
slipping the huge phallus out of my aching bottom-hole, he unzipped
his trousers. My cunt lips swollen, parted, my vaginal entrance lay
crudely open, inviting his erect penis. Another fucking, I mused
numbly as he slipped his knob deep into my cunt, his shaft
stretching me. How many more times would he fuck me?

"No!" I
screamed as his shaft glided out of my vagina to press against my
inflamed bottom-hole. "Den, no!" Suddenly he drove into me, his
huge cock forcing open my rectal duct, his balls pressing against
my wet cunny lips as he completely impaled me. Gasping, he withdrew
his shaft and drove into me again, my body quivering as the
sensations of corrupt sex permeated me. I couldn't believe the
debasement, the obscene violation. No one had ever fucked my
bottom!

"Take it out!"
I cried as he grabbed my hips, ramming his penis deep into my
bowels. "God, take it out!"