Enslaved

by Ray Gordon

  Smearing KY gel between Marianne's bottom-orbs and grabbing a vibrator, Lydia worked silently, presenting the tip of the buzzing phallus to her slave's anal portal. Gasping as her sphincter muscles relaxed, allowing the cylindrical monster to delve deep into her rectal sheath, Marianne realized again the immense pleasure her tight bottom had to offer. It's like having two cunts, she mused gratefully as the vibrations transmitted deep into her pelvis.

  'You look great with the vibrator sticking out of your bumhole,' Lydia giggled, twisting the end of the device and increasing the vibrations. Breathing heavily, her quivering body doubled over the rough bark of the fallen tree, Marianne sank her fingernails into the soft grass as her womb contracted, sending urgent waves of desire surging though her spasming vagina.

  'Please... my cunt!' she gasped, desperate for her mistress to fill her empty vagina with another phallus. Her tormented body jolting as another vibrator slipped deep into her sex-sheath, Marianne whimpered as the beautiful sensations mingled. The melodic vibrations harmonizing, transmitting their music deep into her uterine cavity, Marianne had never known such sexual pleasure.

  Taking a length of sticky tape, Lydia reached between Marianne's legs and pressed one end to her quivering stomach. Pushing the vibrators fully home, she ran the tape over the protruding ends and stuck it to the girl's lower back.

  'There, now the vibros will stay in place during your thrashing,' she shrilled, grabbing the tree branch. 'This will teach you, not wearing your panties.' Marianne grimaced, tensing her buttocks as she awaited her inescapable gruelling punishment. 'In the future you'll wear your panties for at least three days and then offer them to me, your mistress. I want them well-juiced, Marianne, nicely perfumed with your cunt juice. Do you understand?'

  Her body now aching for sexual relief, Marianne said nothing as she sensed the tree branch gently scratching at her taut buttocks. The waiting is worse than the punishment, she thought anxiously as the spidery twigs ran down her inner thighs - teasing, tantalizing her skin.

  The vibrations seemingly increasing, her neglected clitoris swelling, yearning for massaging fingers, a caressing tongue, Marianne squeezed her eyes shut as the branch played around the sticky tape in her bottom-crease. When was the thrashing to commence? she wondered as the twig-ends clawed at her tender skin, running around the protruding vibrator, lingering there, torturing the tight tissue.

  The branch scraping up her inner thighs again, clawing at her vaginal lips, those lips forced to balloon either side of the tape running through her sex valley, Marianne's anticipation - her fear - heightened. The sharp twig ends would lacerate her taut flesh, she suddenly realized to her horror. Like a dozen fingernails scratching at her youthful skin, the branch toyed with her buttocks again.

  'Want it now?' Lydia asked in her husky voice. Marianne couldn't reply. Her vocal chords seized as she opened her mouth to beg for mercy - she could do nothing to halt the cruel beating. 'I'll use the rope to whip you,' Lydia added, discarding the branch. Breathing a sigh of relief, Marianne relaxed, turning her concentration to the beautiful sensations the vibrators were bringing her.

  The first lash of the rope caused her naked body to jolt, her erect nipples to rub painfully against the rough tree bark. Before the stinging pain had left her buttocks, another lash cracked across her taut skin. With her love-holes crudely invaded by buzzing vibrators and a rampant lesbian whipping her blatantly exposed buttocks, surely these were the lowest depths of depravity? She couldn't slip any deeper into the depths of corruption, she thought as the rope again cracked across her crimson buttocks.

  Biting her lip, Marianne took her punishment, whimpering as the thrashing pushed her close to the limits of sexual pain and pleasure. Her clitoris rock-hard, craving the alleviation only possible from orgasm, she prayed that her mistress would pay intimate attention to her ballooning nodule. 'Come...' she wailed. 'Want to... want to come!'

  The rope flogging her now burning buttocks, Marianne knew she could take no more. The birds fleeing the trees as her sobs filled the wood, she gasped her relief as Lydia finally halted the punishment and discarded the rope. Her perspiration-drenched body quivering as the vibrations deep within her pelvis permeated her clitoris, she cried out as, at last, her orgasm exploded.

  'Ah, my cunt, my cunt!' she wailed as her clitoris sent powerful shockwaves of sexual bliss through her trembling body. Sustaining her slave's climax, Lydia groped between the girl's legs, massaging her solid nodule through the strip of sticky tape, taking her even higher to her sexual paradise, into the vile swamp of her depravity.

  As the sensations receded, leaving Marianne trembling, panting, but tranquil in the aftermath of her desperately-needed climax, she tried to lift her aching body from the tree trunk. Helping the girl, Lydia steadied Marianne's naked body, peeling the tape from her sex-groove, allowing the buzzing vibrators to shoot from her inflamed holes like small torpedoes.

  Clinging to Lydia as Marianne's girl-come gushed down her inner thighs, she slowed her breathing, her eyes rolling, her head lolling to one side in her near-semiconscious state. 'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' Lydia giggled, tweaking Marianne's sore nipples. 'You'll be pleased to hear that your ordeal is far from over, my girl. The night is but young, as they say. Now, I want you to straddle the tree, sit on it with your legs either side as if you're riding a horse.'

  Marianne desperately needed rest, but her body moved automatically, mounting the tree trunk without her thinking. Her full vaginal lips gaping, her glistening inner flesh pressing against the rough bark, she tried to make herself comfortable, manoeuvring her hips to alleviate the painfully chafing bark.

  'Rock backwards and forward,' Lydia ordered. 'Rub your clitty against the trunk.' Having no control over her somatic nervous system, Marianne could do nothing to prevent her muscles rocking her naked body, rubbing her swollen clitoris, her pink inner flesh, against the craggy bark. 'Lie down now,' Lydia said. 'Lie down and cling to the tree so I can get to your holes.'

  Complying, Marianne laid her naked body across the tree, her limbs hanging either side of the trunk, her nipples, her soft mons painfully pressing against the gnarled surface. 'Ah, that's good!' Lydia exulted, eyeing the girl's yawning sex groove, her bottom-hole, completely unveiled by her spread buttocks. 'And now for my next trick.'

  Hearing the buzzing vibrator, Marianne held her breath, wondering which of her two inflamed love-holes the phallus would sink into as Lydia moved behind her. Forcing the vibrator between Marianne's vaginal lips and the tree trunk, Lydia made her final adjustment, ensuring that the pink cylinder reached to the top of the girl's sex-groove, pressing hard against her yearning clitoris.

  Standing back, Lydia watched as Marianne began to writhe, clinging to the tree as the vibrations swelled her clitoris. Gasping as the sensations infiltrated her inner core, Marianne began to swivel her hips, sliding her yawning vaginal crack along the wet vibrator shaft. Her bottom high, her buttocks crudely parted, she shuddered as Lydia slipped two fingers deep into her anal sheath, adding to the delicious sensations emanating from her clitoris.

  'This will be our tree,' Lydia whispered as she thrust her fingers in and out of Marianne's tight bottom. 'We'll come here again and again to enjoy the tree. Now I want you to come, squirt all your beautiful cunt juice over the tree - christen the tree.'

  Marianne's orgasm erupted quickly, causing her naked body to shudder uncontrollably, her nipples to chafe against the rough bark, adding a thrilling sense of obscenity to her inconceivable climax. Stretching her slave's bottom-sheath wider as she inserted a third finger into the creamy duct, Lydia thrust as hard as she could, finger-fucking the girl's tight rectum, bringing her lewd sensations of perverted sex.

  'God, no more,' Marianne sobbed. 'I can't take any...'

  'I'll be the judge of that,' her mistress returned in her wickedness as Marianne's climax receded, leaving her trembling, exhausted in her sexual gratification. 'All right, I'll show you some mercy,' Lydia grinned, slippi
ng her fingers from her slave's rectal duct and removing the vibrator. 'Rest for a while, and then I'll really make you come.'

  Leaving the girl lying over the tree trunk, Lydia sat on the short grass, dreaming up her next perverted act, wondering how many multiple orgasms Marianne could endure. Toying with the ten-inch vibrator, she lay back on the grass, running the buzzing tip up and down her girl-crack, emitting low moans as her clitoris responded. Reaching beneath her leg as she brought her knees up, she presented the rounded tip of the vibrator to her bottom-hole. Teasing the sensitive brown tissue, slipping the tip of the plastic phallus into her tight hole and withdrawing it again, she began to gasp.

  'Come here, slave,' she ordered, watching as Marianne dragged her sated body from the tree trunk and obediently stood beside her mistress. 'Come down here and use the vibrator on my bottom-hole,' she ordered the girl, passing her the pink cylinder and opening her legs wide. 'Push it into my bum and fuck me there with it.'

  Settling on the grass, Marianne pressed the device to her mistress's small hole, twisting the shaft as she drove it into the girl's rectum. Manoeuvring her hips, Lydia grinned as the shaft sank further into her velveteen anal duct, gasping her instructions as the vibrations permeated her very being. 'More! Further!' she cried as Marianne managed to force at least six inches into her mistress's quivering body. 'More!' Lydia gasped, to Marianne's amazement. 'Go on, do as I tell you and push it right in.'

  Watching the thick shaft gliding into the girl's tight anus, Marianne managed to drive all but an inch of the awesome phallus into her bowels. Writhing on the grass, Lydia placed her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up and apart until her knees almost touched her ears. Her pussy lips bulging, her girl-crack yawning, her bottom-crease barely perceptible as her flesh tautened, she lay with the very centre of her body flagrantly exhibited to Marianne's wide eyes.

  'Now put one in my cunt,' Lydia murmured. Marianne grabbed a second vibrator, switching it on and slipping it between the girl's swollen cunny lips and driving it deep into her vagina. 'Ah, that's good. Now fuck my holes with them,' Lydia instructed in her lewdness. 'Fuck my holes really hard!'

  Grabbing the ends of the vibrators, Marianne began her thrusting, withdrawing the shafts and then ramming them deep into the girl's abused holes. The incredibly shameless act arousing her, Marianne gazed in amazement at the shafts as they emerged and disappeared again and again. Recalling her fantasy, she imagined two penises there, fucking her mistress's love-sheaths, sperming into her spasming sex-ducts. Marianne had become sex-crazed, lust-struck, she mused. Her hunger for lust now insatiable, she imagined being instructed to take part in a lewd orgy in the woods. She'd be ordered to drink the gushing sperm from several orgasming knobs, to lick out pussy-slits, to open her body, her orifices to men, and receive their massive cocks. The incredible picture in her mind, she thrust the vibrators into Lydia's lust-ducts with a frightening vengeance.

  'Ah, ah! I'm coming!' Lydia gasped as she tossed her head side to side, her long black hair veiling her flushed face as she pulled her knees further apart, opening the pinken epicentre of her femininity to her sex slave. 'God, fuck me, fuck my holes!' she cried in her abandonment as her muscles gripped the pistoning shafts.

  Lydia finally ordering her slave to slow her rhythm, Marianne wondered what her next wanton act of lesbian debauchery would be. As her mistress lay quivering on the soft grass, Marianne pondered on her life, her new life since her games had begun. Was this what she really wanted? A life devoted to debased sex, both lesbian and heterosexual - was that what she really wanted? Even if Rod were able to rid her subconscious of the enslaving trigger word, could she now give up her insatiable quest for sexual gratification?

  'Leave me now,' Lydia gasped as Marianne gently pressed the plastic shafts deep into the girl's ardent sheaths. 'Enough,' she cried as she brought her legs down and squeezed her thighs together to conceal her indecently exposed, abused girlhood. The vibrators still in place, causing Lydia to convulse spasmodically, she ordered Marianne to dress hurriedly and leave.

  Obeying, Marianne covered her aching body with her miniskirt and top and left the wood. Walking through the park, she wondered at which point she'd regain control of her actions - if at all! The orange sun low in the evening sky, she walked the streets until she arrived at her house. As she slipped the key in the lock and opened the door, she realized that she was back in control. But she wondered why Lydia had sent her away. Perhaps she'd arranged to meet someone else in the woods?

  'Where the fuck have you been?' Barry demanded angrily as he emerged from the lounge and stood in the hall with his hands on his hips.

  'Oh! Er... Barry, I...'

  'Well, where the fucking hell have you been?' he repeated, his dark eyes afire with rage.

  'Hey, hey, hey - wait a minute!' Marianne stormed uncharacteristically, raising her hand to shut him up as she entered the lounge. 'What do you mean, where the fucking hell have you been? What is it with you, Barry? Do you own me now or something, for fuck's sake? I don't want to walk through the door to be confronted by you hurling expletives at me! I'm not a piece of shit, I'll have you know!'

  Visibly stunned, Barry gazed open-mouthed at Marianne as she flopped onto the sofa. Never before had she lost her temper, never until now had she raised her voice in anger. But now? Gazing into the fire reflected in her usually misty blue eyes, Barry began to wonder whether he really knew her or not.

  The tables are turning, Marianne mused, reading Barry's thoughts as he tentatively offered his apology by way of a weak smile. The tables are turning! Although she knew only too well that it was she who was ultimately under his control. But, there again, she wondered why he was offering his apologetic smile. Why not just use the magical word and admonish her, whip her, tell her never to leave the house again?

  'I've been worried, Marianne,' he said softly, sitting down opposite. 'You keep going out and I never know where you are or when you're coming back.'

  'It's summer, Barry. I enjoy the sun, going for walks in the park. You should get out more, exercise more.'

  'I phoned several times today and there was no answer. You must have been for a hell of a long walk. Have you contacted Brooke-Smith and turned down the job offer yet?'

  'Turned it down? Why would I turn it down?'

  'I told you - I know what sort of personal assistant Brooke-Smith wants. Anyway, I've had some bad news.'

  'Oh, what's that?'

  'Saunders has fired me.'

  'Oh, no! But why?'

  'It's a long story. He gave me a month's notice but I decided to...'

  'In that case, I need Brooke-Smith's job now more than ever.'

  'There's more bad news, I'm afraid. I had five hundred pounds stashed away, and it's gone.'

  'Five hundred? You didn't tell me.'

  'I... I was keeping it for the honeymoon.'

  'Where did it come from?'

  'Here and there, fiddles, things like that.'

  'Where was it?'

  'In the kitchen, well out of sight.'

  'God, has anything else been taken?'

  'No, fortunately.'

  'I'll have to work for Brooke-Smith now.'

  'No, you won't. I've one or two ideas up my sleeve, so we'll be all right financially. I've been planning to set up my own business for some time now.'

  'What sort of business?'

  'Er... as an advertising consultant. I've several clients already.'

  Yes, I know you have! 'I saw Christine on my way home this evening,' Marianne lied.

  'What's that got to do with it?'

  'She said that Alan had popped out for a while and had come back in a foul mood. Apparently he'd been to see someone, something to do with business, and they'd let him down. Perhaps you could ask him if he needs...'

  'I've already spoken to Alan about it. He's very interested.'

  'It's a competitive world, Barry. If you let people down the way Alan was let down, you'll get nowhere.' If only h
e knew that I knew that he...

  'I realize that!'

  'Apparently he'd paid up front for a business service of some sort, and whoever it was didn't come up with the goods. Christine was saying that Alan was about to send several other people along to his business contact, but now he's in two minds about it.'

  Wincing, Barry checked his watch. Marianne glanced at the wall clock, wondering whether Barry would ring Alan and tell him that the goods were now available. 'You shouldn't leave money lying around the house, Barry. Five hundred pounds? Anyway, no doubt you'll soon be able to replace it.'

  'Yes, and sooner than you think. I'm going to change the locks, just in case someone's got a key.'

  'No one would have a key. They probably got in through a window or something. Anyway, I'm going to have a bath,' she announced as she stood up. 'I won't be long.'

  Lurking on the landing, Marianne grinned as Barry lifted the phone and rang Alan. 'She's here, come round now,' he whispered. 'Yes, I know - I said I was sorry, Alan! Yes, she's definitely here now. Of course she won't go out, it's half past ten! All right, ten minutes.'

  Leaving the door unlocked and running her bath, Marianne slipped out of her clothes and immersed her naked body in the hot water, wondering what Barry would do when Alan arrived only to discover she was in the bath. Shaving the stubble from her mound, her soft vaginal lips, her mind swirling, she thought about locking the door and lying with her head under the water. She'd not be able to hear the magical word, and Barry wouldn't be able to get in. Alan would storm out of the house, let down yet again!

  'Juxtaposition,' Barry called as he opened the bathroom door. 'There she is, all ready for you,' he laughed, showing Alan in.

  'God, she's got a good body!' Alan said, admiring her gentle feminine curves. 'She's shaved her fanny!'