by Ray Gordon
Her sensitive bottom-crease stretched, her small hole painfully forced open, Marianne gasped as her rectum yielded, allowing the phallus to slip deeper into her bowels. 'You've done it,' Lydia screeched as Jill slipped the container further into the girl's anal-duct. 'My God, look at it. Look at her bum-hole. You'd better not push it any further - you might lose it!'
'I told you I'd do it,' Jill replied, sitting back on her heels. 'I wouldn't mind trying it myself.'
'Strip off and I'll shove the wine bottle up your bum,' Lydia laughed.
'Later, perhaps. It's Marianne we're having fun with this evening.'
'Yes, and are we going to have some fun with the bitch.' Marianne imagined the sight her lesbian friends had of her taut bottom-hole, her crudely stretched vaginal lips. The sensations bringing her a mixture of pain and incredible pleasure, she wondered at her next enforced feat. There was nothing left to do to her. Or so she thought as the girls moved either side of her and tweaked her nipples.
'I honestly thought it would be physically impossible to get it that far up her bum,' Lydia said, her hand moving down over Marianne's smooth stomach to the girl's exposed clitoris. 'A girl I used to know said she'd seen a dirty video where a woman had a fist up her fanny and, at the same time, another fist up her bum.'
'God, I can't believe that,' Lydia laughed, her fingers massaging Marianne's swollen clitoris.
'Well, it's true. Do you realize if Barry were to discover the trigger word he could have a field day?' Jill said pensively. 'He could do anything and everything he wanted.'
'Yes, I'd been thinking about that earlier,' Lydia smiled. 'Perhaps we should tell him?'
'Whatever for?'
'I don't know. Anyway, I'm going to get our pretty little sex slave to give me a good licking.'
Slipping her panties off, Jill lifted her microskirt and knelt astride Marianne's head. Lowering her open sex-groove over the girl's face, she settled her full pussy lips over her mouth and ordered her slave to push her tongue out.
'Ah, that's good!' Jill gasped as Marianne's tongue lapped between her open cunt-folds.
'Mind your head on the cane,' Lydia said, gently slipping the phalluses from Marianne's body, leaving her holes gaping, her juices flowing in torrents. Licking the wet flesh between Marianne's inflamed vaginal lips, Lydia pushed two fingers deep into the girl's bottom-sheath, opening her there, bringing her wonderful sensations of debauched sex.
Swallowing Jill's flowing cuntal juices, Marianne lost herself in the three-way coupling, delighting at the thought of Barry watching as she heard movements coming from the serving hatch. Was he wanking himself off? she wondered as Lydia inserted a third finger into her tight bottom-hole and sucked her solid clitoris into her hot mouth.
'Ah, yes,' Jill cried. 'Faster! Lick my clitty faster!' Working her tongue over Jill's throbbing clitoris, Marianne elicited the girl's shuddering orgasm, sucking hard on her pulsating nodule, delighting at the thought of another girl coming in her mouth. 'More! Don't stop!' Jill ordered, writhing above her slave, grinding the open centre of her quivering body hard against Marianne's wet face.
As Marianne's clitoris exploded in orgasm in Lydia's wet mouth, she spluttered on the copious flow of vaginal juice, desperate for air as Jill forced her cunt harder into her mouth. The orgasmic shockwaves rocking her, her hands tied, her legs held apart, Marianne shook uncontrollably as her climax subsided, only to rise and grip her in lust again. With Lydia's fingers thrusting deep into her anal-sheath, Marianne could barely stand the incredible pleasure she was deriving from her abused body. Her mouth full of cunt flesh, she gasped as Jill slipped her sex valley from her face. Panting for air, crying out her lewd pleasure as her multiple orgasm took her even higher to her sexual heaven, she rolled her eyes and tossed her head - completely and utterly lost in her delirium.
At last the waves of pure lust receded, leaving her trembling, her smooth stomach rising and falling, her firm breasts heaving. 'I'll come in her mouth now,' Lydia cried, slipping her panties down her long legs.
'I thought you wanted to spank her?' Jill giggled, untying the rope from the radiator.
'All right, I'll come in the whore's mouth after I've given her the spanking of her life.'
'Not too hard, Lydia,' Jill laughed, gently lowering Marianne's legs to the floor.
'I'll be the one who decides how hard,' Lydia snapped. 'You can't roll her over with the cane between her feet,' she ruminated, removing the cane. 'There, now we'll roll her onto her stomach and both give her a bloody good thrashing.'
As her naked body was rolled over, Marianne's tethered hands were squashed against her full vaginal lips. Her fingers toying with her wet, pinken girl-crack, she smiled as the girls kissed her taut buttocks. Each licking her sensitive orbs, wetting her with their saliva, the girls pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her used anal hole. A tongue snaking its way into her crease, licking around her brown tissue, Marianne quivered, delighting in her enforced depravity.
'OK,' Jill said, squeezing one of Marianne's buttocks as she sat up. 'I'll take this one, and you can have the other.'
'What about using the cane?' Lydia asked.
'We'll spank her with our hands first, just to warm her up - and then you can give her the thrashing of her life with the cane.'
Whimpering, grimacing as she imagined the cane swishing through the air and landing across her taut flesh, Marianne shuddered, sensing for the first time a frightening cold fear. The tea towel whipping her naked buttocks had brought her pleasure, the length of rope had been amazingly arousing, stinging her pale orbs - but a long, thin bamboo cane? Would the pain turn to pleasure? Or would the pleasure turn to pain?
As the girls began spanking her tensed buttocks, Marianne tried to push all thoughts of the cane out of her mind and enjoy the immense pleasure she was receiving. Each slap becoming progressively harder as her mistresses found rhythm, Marianne felt her clitoris stiffen and pulsate beneath her massaging fingertips.
Thrashing their slave, the girls gave her no mercy. Marianne began to writhe with the beautiful sensations of pain and pleasure. The stinging slaps jolting her naked body, she caressed her clitoris faster, stiffening her sex-nodule fully. Harder, the girls thrashed her crimson buttocks until Marianne's orgasm erupted and she cried out in her sapphic coming.
'Ah! More! Coming! Ah, God, my cunt!'
'She loves it!' Jill squealed. 'The dirty little bitch really loves it!'
'Let's see if she loves this,' Lydia returned threateningly as she grabbed the cane. 'Get out of the way, Jill.'
'Don't hurt her,' Jill pleaded as she moved aside.
'Hurt her? I'm only going to thrash the bitch.'
The first blow of the cane jolted Marianne's naked body, causing her to cry out in terror. Driven by an uncontrollable craze for sadistic lesbian lust, Lydia brought the cane down again, flogging the girl's taut flesh, delighting as pink weals fanned out across her crimson posterior.
Squeezing her eyes shut, biting her lip as blow after blow landed across her stinging bottom, Marianne could do nothing to halt the flagellation. Her fingers still pressing against her swollen clitoris, she sensed her bud swelling as the stinging permeated her scarlet bottom-cheeks, transmitting deep into her pelvis. What was Barry thinking? she wondered as her clitoris throbbed, sending ripples of pleasure to mix with the pain running through her racked body.
'Not too hard,' Jill cried as Lydia quickened her pace, bringing the cane down again and again, seemingly lost now in her wanton act. 'Lydia! Not too hard!'
'Why, what's the matter?' she asked, halting the thrashing and turning to her friend.
'I've never seen you like this before. It's as if you're possessed.'
'Don't be stupid. All I'm doing is caning her.'
'Yes, but...'
'I'll cane you unless you shut up,' Lydia warned angrily.
Sitting on the sofa, Jill watched as Lydia resumed her thrashing of Marianne, wondering at the girl's new-found obsession.
The lesbian couple had enjoyed spanking sessions before, but only in fun during their lovemaking. Never had Jill seen her lover's darker side emerge before, and she began to wonder fearfully whether the cane would become a regular part of their sexual games.
'I want her bum high in the air,' Lydia cried, discarding the cane and pulling Marianne's hips up. 'Come on, bring your knees up and stick your bum out,' she ordered her slave. Marianne obeyed, bringing her knees up and pushing her burning buttocks out. 'That's good,' Lydia praised, grabbing the cane. 'Now I'll really thrash you.'
'Lydia, don't you think she's had enough?' Jill gasped as the cane struck Marianne's jutting bottom-orbs.
'I'll be the judge of that. What's the matter with you, Jill? Don't you want to have some fun?'
'I... I just think she's had enough. What she'll think when she sees her bum, I don't know.'
'And I don't care. If you don't like it why don't you go home and leave me to enjoy myself?'
'No, I wouldn't leave you alone with her. God knows what you'd do.'
'I'll come round on my own and really give it to her. Yes, I'll visit the bitch without you and really give her a good seeing-to!'
'No, you mustn't, Lydia.'
'You do want me to move in with you, don't you?'
'You know I do.'
'Well, shut up, then.'
Marianne was a threat to their relationship, she thought, realizing the extent of Lydia's dominance. But why was Jill going with a girl like Lydia? Love? Lesbian love? If Lydia moved in with Jill she'd take the flat over, control Jill, her life. But that wasn't Marianne's problem.
Wondering why Barry hadn't emerged from his hide and saved her, put an end to the punishment, Marianne knew that she couldn't take much more of the cane. As the thin bamboo struck home again, she winced, praying that Lydia would show her some mercy. Lydia doesn't know the meaning of the word, she thought as the cane swished through the air and struck her buttocks with a loud crack.
Watching the punishment in silence, Jill knew that she had no control over her lesbian lover. Wishing that she'd never introduced Lydia to Marianne as she turned her head away from the gruelling flogging, she caught sight of Barry spying through the hatch. My God, she thought, wondering what to do as Marianne cried out in her agonized pleasure.
'Lydia,' Jill whispered loudly. 'Lydia, come here for a moment.' Frowning, the girl sat by Jill's side, asking her what was wrong this time as Jill whispered in her ear. 'Barry's watching! Don't look now, but he's hiding behind the serving hatch.'
Rising to her feet, Lydia ordered Marianne to stand up. Freeing her hands, she instructed her to dress, wondering what Barry was up to, why he'd not burst in and put an end to the thrashing. Perhaps he knows about the trigger word, she mused, watching Marianne slip into her miniskirt and T-shirt as she cleared away the rope and pushed the cane beneath the sofa.
Dressed, her hair brushed, Marianne was ordered to sit in the armchair. 'Right, I'll take her bottles and things upstairs,' Jill said, grabbing the masturbation equipment. Returning to the lounge and sitting beside Jill on the sofa, she clicked her fingers, praying that Marianne wouldn't feel too much pain from her burning buttocks and start asking questions. But what questions could she ask?
'Shall we have some more wine?' Jill asked as Marianne looked about her.
'What? Oh! Er... yes,' Marianne replied as Barry entered the room. 'Oh, Barry - you're back early.'
'It didn't take as long as I thought it would,' he smiled. 'Here, let me pour the wine.'
Trying to make herself comfortable, Marianne did her best not to show that she was in pain. Her buttocks burning a fire-red, she pondered the situation. As far as she knew, the girls had no idea that Barry had been watching the merciless thrashing. Barry had no idea that Marianne and the girls knew of his voyeurism. But the games were out of Marianne's control now. The trigger word sending her into a hypnotic trance, she was powerless to stop her abusers living out their corrupt fantasies.
'So, what have you all been up to?' Barry asked, filling the wine glasses.
'It's odd, but I have no recollection,' Marianne breathed, catching Barry's eye.
'We've been chatting and guzzling wine,' Jill laughed.
'You're not pissed are you, Marianne?'
'Of course I'm not. It's strange, but I really don't remember anything about this evening.'
'You were dozing earlier,' Lydia smiled. 'You slept for a while so...'
'Ah, that explains it,' Marianne said. 'I've been feeling really tired recently. I wonder whether I'm coming down with something?'
'We'd better go,' Jill said, gulping down her wine as she caught Barry's accusing gaze.
'Already?' Marianne asked, checking the time. 'God, I must have slept for ages. What must you think of me, inviting you both round and then falling asleep?'
'Don't worry,' Lydia laughed. 'Come on, Jill, let's leave these two in peace.'
Seeing the girls out, Marianne returned to the lounge. Her body aching, her love-holes burning, she settled her stinging buttocks on the sofa, wondering what Barry was thinking. She wondered in which direction her relationship would go now that he'd changed so much - now that she'd changed so much.
'Had a good evening?' he asked, adjusting his bulging trousers.
'Very good, apart from my falling asleep,' Marianne laughed, pondering on the magical trigger word. 'How did you get on?'
'Not too bad. Although, to be honest with you, I've just about had enough of working for Saunders.'
'You're not thinking of leaving, are you?' she asked, realizing that he was forging ahead with his plans to act as her pimp.
'Yes, it's crossed my mind.'
'But... what would we do for money? Until I'm earning, I don't think you should leave, Barry.'
'I've one or two money-making ideas up my sleeve, so don't worry - we won't starve,' he quipped.
'I wish I could start earning,' Marianne sighed. 'There must be a way of earning some real money. I don't mean a poorly-paid job, but real money.'
'That reminds me, I must ring a friend about something. I won't be a minute,' he said, leaving the room.
After watching the lesbian trio, Barry must be aching for sexual relief, she mused. Unless he'd wanked himself off, spurted his seed all over the dining room carpet! Hearing his muffled voice, Marianne moved to the door, listening to his conversation, wondering what he was up to.
'Is that all you want?' Barry asked, his voice almost a whisper. 'Well, it's up to you, Alan. But I'd have thought that you'd want... All right, whatever you say. Twenty pounds, OK? It doesn't matter whether it takes five minutes or an hour, a blow job will cost you twenty! A hundred and forty a week? What are you talking about? Every evening? Christ, Alan. All right, seventy quid a week, paid in advance. No, that's your problem. If you don't turn up you lose your money. Come over now if you want to. Yes, seventy up front. OK, see you soon.'
Barry was going to earn a small fortune from pimping, Marianne mused, wondering who Alan was. But she'd take the money, unless he decided to hide the cash somewhere else when he discovered the theft. I don't need Barry, she reflected as he entered the room. I can sell my body for sex without his help. I don't need him.
'Alan's coming over in a minute,' he smiled, moving to the window.
'Who's Alan?'
'Alan, from down the road.'
'Not Christine's Alan?' she gasped.
'Yes. He wants to borrow... ah, here he is now. Juxtaposition.'
Again the word had actually worked. Unable to move, Marianne listened as Barry opened the front door and explained the procedure. 'She'll act as a sex slave,' he said. 'She won't say anything or do anything without you instructing her. Just tell her what you want her to do, and she'll do it.'
'How long has she been into prostitution?' Alan asked.
'For some time. It's the only way the useless whore can earn a decent living,' Barry laughed.
'And you don't mind?'
'No, not at all. There's
nothing between us now. It's a business relationship - I bring her clients, and she services them.'
'God, you must be making a fortune! There's the seventy pounds.'
'Thanks. I don't know about a fortune, but I'm thinking of giving up my job and living on Marianne's earnings.'
'A pimp? Bloody hell, Barry. Talk about no scruples.'
'Scruples don't come into it. She's a whore, and I'm earning money from her. Right, in you go. I'll be in the kitchen.'
As Alan entered the lounge and closed the door behind him, Marianne pondered on Barry's hurtful words. But she was becoming used to his cruelty. If anything, his actions only served to strengthen her determination to turn the tables. Deciding to contact the course lecturer and confess, she stared blankly at her client's bulging trousers as he stood before her.
Moving forward on the sofa, following his orders, she unzipped his trousers. A cock's a cock, she consoled herself as she tugged his trousers and boxer shorts down to reveal his stiff penis. There was no need to look up to his face, to acknowledge the owner of the solid penis, she mused as she pulled the skin back to unveil his purple knob. She was now a real slave, having no choice other than to follow her master's instructions.
'Suck it,' Alan demanded. 'Hurry up, I haven't got much time.' No, he probably hadn't, Marianne thought. Christine, Marianne's friend of several years, would be waiting for her unfaithful husband to return home. 'That's good,' he cried as she engulfed his bulbous knob in her hot mouth. 'Ah, God! If only Chris would do this!'
So that was the reason for his infidelity. That was why he only demanded oral sex. Marriage vows broken, shattered, Marianne mused - and all because his wife wouldn't agree to use her mouth as she would her vagina and allow her husband to fuck her there. Some marriage, she thought, wondering how many men, how many clients, Barry would round up.
'Wank me while you're sucking,' Alan ordered crudely, thrusting his hips forward. Moving her hand up and down his veined shaft, Marianne licked and mouthed his glans, eagerly awaiting his sperm, wondering how many men she'd be told to suck to orgasm. 'That's good,' he enthused as his shaft twitched and his knob swelled. 'Don't stop. I'm... God, I'm coming!'