Enslaved

by Ray Gordon

  'Do what you like, she's all yours,' Barry laughed. 'All of you, do what you like to the bitch. After all, you've paid for the pleasure.'

  As fingers groped between her legs, exploring her most intimate places, crudely violating her vagina, Marianne pondered on Barry's debased wickedness. Selling his girlfriend's body to five men for sex, she thought angrily as a finger delved deep into her rectal sheath. Although this was her dream come true, she hated Barry for what he was, for the way he treated her. Tomorrow she'd leave him, and only return when she'd mastered hypnotism.

  'Let's take her dress off,' someone suggested, untying her hands. Marianne closed her eyes as the tight garment was tugged up her body and over her head. She didn't want to see her abusers, the evil lust mirrored in their eyes, their wicked grins. As hands ran over her buttocks and up her inner thighs, she quivered, wondering what it would be like to have five men screw her, taking it in turns to fill her defenceless holes with their jetting sperm.

  'Who's going first?' someone asked.

  'Who's coming first, you mean,' came the laughed reply. 'I'll take her arse!'

  'We'll all do her cunt first, and then her arse.'

  'Let's turn her over.'

  'OK, and after we've all fucked her cunt and her arse, we'll put her in the pillory and give her a bloody good thrashing.'

  As Marianne's feet were released and her naked body rolled over, she felt her clitoris throb in anticipation. She was nothing but a sex object, a slave to the men, the strangers who were discussing her as if she were a brainless blow-up doll. As she was positioned with her buttocks over the edge of the bench, her vagina open, defenceless, hands groped her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, sending messages of lewd sex through her quivering womb.

  The group remained silent as the first penis drove deep into Marianne's vagina, unashamedly violating her once monogamous sheath. Thrusting with a vengeance, the invading male organ jolted her body, the knob battering her cervix as fingers painfully stretched her pussy lips apart and hot mouths sucked on her hardening nipples. Through her eyelashes, she watched Barry behind his video camera, making his first dirty movie, recording the wanton abuse, delighting at using his girlfriend's body to earn money. But I've got the money, Marianne consoled herself as a finger located her bottom-hole and crudely drove deep into the dank heat of her anal sheath.

  The stranger between her splayed thighs suddenly gasped, driving his solid weapon harder into her tightening pussy-hole. Marianne sensed his sperm gushing, lubricating the enforced union, filling her spasming cuntal sheath. 'That's the first load,' someone chuckled as the thrusting penis pumped out its come. Her cunt gripping the solid organ shaft, sending electrifying sensations of sex through her sated body, Marianne whimpered her appreciation in the form of incoherent words, delighting at the gift of the gushing male come filling her tight sex-cavern.

  'Quickly, move over! Let's keep the fucking going!' came the urgent call from one of the men. As the wet penis slid out of her drenched pussy, another solid member took its place, driving deep into her quivering body, taking her closer to her climax. Men lining up waiting to fuck me with their hard cocks, she mused wickedly as her body rocked with the second penile hammering.

  'Come on, suck this and prepare me for my second fuck,' demanded the man turning Marianne's head. Gazing through slitted eyes at the dripping knob, she opened her mouth and engulfed the purple plum. Savouring her cuntal juices and the remnants of the stranger's sperm, she rolled her tongue over the silky-smooth glans. That's two cocks in me at once, she thought in her lewdness. And a finger up my bum. But I want three cocks.

  Her vagina stretched by the huge pistoning organ, she felt her clitoris swell and her womb contract as the beginnings of her orgasm rolled through her pelvis. The penis in her hot mouth swelling, stiffening for the next fucking, Marianne rolled her eyes, her mind awash with images of five penises splattering her face, her tongue, with torrents of sperm. 'Here comes your second lot,' the man between her legs gasped as he gripped her hips and repeatedly thrust his knob against her cervix.

  The sperm jetting into her drenched sex-duct, Marianne's own climax erupted, the waves of pure sexual debauchery crashing over her, bringing her more satisfaction than she'd ever imagined possible. Her anal sphincter muscles rhythmically contracting, squeezing the thrusting finger, she was almost delirious with sexual pleasure. Mouthing on the now-solid penis filling her mouth, she moaned through her nose as another succession of orgasmic waves spiralled through her trembling pelvis. More, she begged in her mind as the knob within her mouth gently slipped to the back of her throat. More cocks. More sperm!

  The orgasming penis driving into her inflamed cunt making its last thrusts, Marianne shuddered as her climax began to recede, leaving her trembling uncontrollably in its wake. The organ withdrawing from her brimming vagina, her stomach rose with the force of the third penis as it penetrated her used sex. As the third fucking began, the penis within her accommodating mouth was hurriedly replaced by a fresh one. Again, she savoured the aphrodisiacal blend of cuntal cream and sperm, snaking her tongue over the smooth knob, sucking out the remnants of male come and swallowing hard.

  The intruding finger still massaging the velveteen walls of her rectum, Marianne's body was alive with sex, her mind seething with lust. Tongues snaking round her erect nipples, licking her smooth stomach, her exposed clitoris, she had never known such incredible arousal. Her vagina spasming, rhythmically massaging the thrusting cock, she became lost in her depravity, praying that Barry would bring more and more men home to use her for perverted sex.

  'The third lot!' the man thrusting into her tight cunt cried as his sperm flooded from his throbbing knob. The products of three male orgasms pouring from her hole and coursing between her buttocks to lubricate the pistoning finger, Marianne recalled the immense pleasure her rectal sheath, her second cunt, had brought her. She craved anal intercourse now, yearned for a hard cock to thrust deep into her tight bottom-hole and fill her bowels with sperm.

  The third fucking virtually over, Marianne gobbled on the stiffening penis filling her wet mouth, wondering whether the men would have enough orgasmic cream left for her to drink before they'd finished their evening of filth. The incredible vaginal ramming slowing, the spent penis slipped out of her cunt-hole, only to be hurriedly replaced by another. This was the biggest yet, she thought happily as the massive shaft drove into the sopping depths of her inflamed honeypot. Again, a revived knob slipped from her mouth to be exchanged for a semi-erect dripping shaft.

  Her taste buds alive as she lapped up the heady blend of intercourse, she wondered how long her cunt could take the repeated fuckings. The men she'd revived with her mouth stood awaiting their second fuck, and she prayed that this time they'd slip their huge members deep into her bowels. One up my bum and one up my cunt, she thought as the fourth screwing commenced. Again, her abused body took the sexual pummelling, her cunt gripping the male organ like a vice as her muscles spasmed. Perhaps Barry will bring the score to six, she mused, glimpsing him through her lashes as he panned in with the video camera on the wet penis driving into her mouth.

  The men moving around the bench, fucking her vaginal sheath in turn, reviving and cleansing their knobs in her mouth in readiness for another fucking, she wondered how long they'd last. The pillory, she thought fearfully, imagining the whip thrashing her taut buttocks while the men recovered from their second coming. The night was far from over, she knew only too well as the fourth orgasming knob filled her aching vagina with sperm.

  The thrusting knob hammering her cervix, spurting its spunk deep into her ravished body, she imagined Jill and Lydia joining in the debauchery. Picturing Lydia's open cunt folds above her face, she prayed for the opportunity to drink from the girl's sex-hole again, to bring her clitoris to orgasm with her sweeping tongue. But, the thought suddenly struck her, she'd never seen Barry fuck another girl. Perhaps Jill or Lydia would allow him the pleasure - and force Marianne to watch.r />
  Last but not least, she mused as the spent knob slipped from the heat of her fiery vagina and yet another solid shaft entered her. 'Musical knobs!' Barry laughed as Marianne was forced to suck on the fourth organ and cleanse it for the next round. The fifth penis swelling, stretching her vaginal sheath wide as its sperm gushed, Marianne wondered again whether Barry would join in with the debauchery. Or would he wait until the others had done with her and give her the fucking of her life?

  'God, I needed that!' the man between her thighs gasped as he made his final thrusts before withdrawing his spent penis. 'Bloody hell, I couldn't hold back. My turn for the whore's mouth now,' he laughed, moving around the bench as the revived penis slipped from Marianne's mouth. As she mouthed and sucked on the last knob, swallowing the bubbling sperm, the group discussed Marianne's next ordeal. 'I say fuck her arse,' came one crude suggestion. 'Let's fill her mouth with spunk.'

  'No, I second her arse.'

  'And me!'

  'Her arse it is! Come on, get your cock out of her mouth and we'll roll the little tart over.'

  The solid knob leaving her mouth, Marianne's perspiring body was lifted from the bench. Standing her with her feet wide apart, she was bent over the bench. Her buttocks splayed, her bottom-hole exposed in readiness, her hands were tied with rope to the far corners of the bench.

  'OK, who's having the whore's arsehole first?'

  'Let's toss for it.'

  'Toss when we've got this tart to fuck? You must be joking. Let's keep the same order as before. Brian, you go first.'

  Brian, Marianne mused: the first time a name had been mentioned. But names, identities, didn't matter - especially Marianne's. Wondering whether Barry had told his friends what the trigger word was, she imagined them calling at the house whenever they wanted to use her for perverted sex, using the trigger word to abuse her body. A quiver running up her spine at the idea, her body jolted as a hand scooped up the sperm pouring from her inflamed vagina. 'Drink this,' she was ordered as the cupped hand neared her mouth. Lapping up the orgasmic blend like a cat at the cream, she was forced to drink the contents of her vaginal cavern until she was dry.

  'Here goes,' her first anal abuser cried, parting her taut buttocks and stabbing at her tight ring with his solid knob. Slowly, her sphincter muscles yielded, allowing the bulbous purple glans to enter her tight rectal tube. Gasping as the veined shaft sank into the heat of her bowels, she squeezed her eyes shut, praying for her throbbing clitoris to receive intimate attention. Further the organ drove into her bowels, stretching her sensitive tissue until she sensed heavy balls resting against her outer cunt lips and a warm belly gently pressing on her taut buttocks.

  'It's in to the root!' her partner in lust gasped triumphantly. The audience gathering round to gaze at the lewd spectacle, Marianne slowly gyrated her hips, massaging her bowels with the solid rod, satisfying her craving for debased sex. Her buttocks suddenly yanked apart, the pistoning began. Slowly, the solid penis slipped out of her bottom-hole and then drove in again, the heavy balls gently slapping her glistening cunt lips as the beautiful anal fucking drove her wild.

  'Pull her bum-cheeks wider apart,' Barry ordered as he focused the video camera on the pistoning cock. 'I want to get a good shot of this.' Grimacing as unseen hands painfully stretched her bottom-orbs further apart, Marianne clung to the sides of the bench, her body jolting with every hammering thrust of the stranger's penis. 'Give the tart a real good fucking,' Barry chuckled, heightening Marianne's determination to get her own back.

  As two hands grabbed her inner thighs, forcing her legs wider apart, opening the very centre of her girlhood for all to see, Marianne felt her master's body shudder and become rigid. His sperm suddenly gushing, bathing the lewd union, she gasped as a huge vibrator sank deep into her vaginal sheath, the buzzing tip playing on her cervix. 'God, I can feel it vibrating my knob,' the man cried as he drove his penis deep into her anal duct. 'Ah, that's good!'

  The vibrations transmitting through the soft walls of her vagina and caressing her pulsating clitoris, Marianne's climax suddenly erupted, causing her spasming love-holes to convulse and grip the intruding shafts. Whimpering her appreciation as her bottom-sheath filled with sperm, she lifted her head to see two men standing before her, their penises solid, stiff in readiness for her rectum. I don't think I can take them all, she thought fearfully, gazing at the swollen purple knobs, the broad veined shafts.

  Her love-ducts bloated, her womb rhythmically contracting, her clitoris pulsating in orgasm, Marianne imagined two knobs buried deep within her hot bowels, the shafts stretching her brown ring, both organs pumping out their sperm, using and abusing her defiled body. Her mind swimming with obscene thoughts, she imagined four cocks, two up her bum and another two driving into her stretched cunt-hole. What's happened to me? she wondered, realizing that her craving for perverted sex was riding dangerously high.

  The exquisite anal fucking finally over, the wet penis slipped out of Marianne's inflamed bottom-hole, leaving her shuddering with the vibrations deep within her cuntal sheath. 'Leave the vibro up her cunt while I fuck her arse,' the next man laughed as he presented his solid knob to her sperm-drenched brown hole. 'Ah, that's good,' he cried, forcing his tool past her defeated muscles and deep into her quivering body. 'You've lubricated her well. Now I'll lubricate the little bitch's arsehole.'

  Her anal tube still aching from the first crude fucking, Marianne winced, biting her lip as the second penis began its cruel shafting. The video camera still running, she wondered how to get a copy of the tape, the idea of watching herself on television being anally fucked by five men delighting her. Better still, grab the original tape, she thought. Barry wouldn't know what the hell was going on, what with his two hundred pounds gone missing, and then the video tape.

  Although Marianne wasn't in control of her actions, she was, at least, making more money than ever before. If I carry on like this, she mused. But no, Barry's suspicions would soon rouse if she were to continually take money from him. I could always work on my own as a prostitute, she thought, wondering where her morals, her sense of right and wrong, had gone. Earn a fortune as a common slut?

  'She's got a fucking good arse,' her abuser gasped as he thrust his knob deep into her bowels. 'We'll have to give her a double-shagging before we've finished with her. One up her cunt and one up her arsehole.' The divine words of pure corruption lifting her to incredible heights of sexual ecstasy, Marianne's clitoris swelled again. The vibrator sending electrifying sensations through the route of her clitoris to erupt in the sensitive tip, she thanked God for her beautiful body - for her sweet cunt. Her body shaking violently as her anal sheath took the incredible shafting, she gasped, wondering how much more sexual abuse she could endure - how much more sexual abuse she needed to satisfy her rampant lust.

  As the knob buried deep within the heat of her bowels exploded in orgasm, pumping another load of male come into her quivering body, Marianne cried out in her own coming. 'Ah, yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my arse!' Her lewd words echoing around the garage as someone thrust the vibrator in and out of her convulsing pussy-sheath, she knew now that she'd sunk to the lowest depths of depravity. Her anal muscles gripping the pistoning penis like a vice, her vagina rhythmically contracting, squeezing the vibrator, she panted for breath as her clitoris sent another series of incredible orgasmic shockwaves through her pelvis.

  'Enough! Please, enough!' she cried as the thrusting into her bowels continued. But her cries only served to increase the force of the penile thrusting, the solid knob ramming into her bottom-hole with such impact that her naked body rocked violently. At last, the penis withdrew, leaving Marianne panting, gasping, her body perspiring, her long blonde hair matted, concealing her flushed face. Squeezing her cuntal muscles, she managed to eject the vibrator, sending it to the floor with a dull thud. Her girl-come flooding from her gaping vaginal hole, pooling on the carpet, Marianne stilled her quivering body, slowed her breathing, praying now that she'd be saved
from another anal fucking.

  'Now it's my turn,' a gruff male voice bellowed as Marianne's buttocks were yanked apart to expose the inflamed entrance to her bowels. Squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip as the third bulbous knob eased its way past her tight ring, she clung to the bench, her body tense in anticipation as the shaft slipped easily into her hot sperm-drenched tube. Hands gripping her hips as the thrusting began, her body rocked, jolting with the anal pounding, taking her closer to yet another orgasmic summit. Her vaginal lips dripping with her girl-come, slapped by the heavy balls, she began to wonder now whether she really wanted two men using her, driving their penises deep into her tight holes.

  'No, please, I can't take...' Her words drifting around the garage unheard, the men gathered round her aching body, gazing at her bottom-ring, the taut flesh gripping the sliding shaft. 'Please, stop now,' she begged as hands groped beneath her and squeezed her firm breasts, painfully twisting her erect nipples. Again, the buzzing vibrator was forced deep into her tight vaginal canal, taking her ever nearer to incredible orgasm. 'No... Can't come... Can't come again. Please, I can't come again.'

  As her climax erupted nonetheless, sending violent waves of lust through her, she felt the penis within her anal sheath swell and eject its sperm. The thrusting harder now, she wailed her painful pleasure, her head rolling from side to side, perspiration stinging her eyes as her very core shook ferociously with the beautiful anal pounding.

  'Please, no more,' she begged again as her orgasm began to subside.

  'We'd better give her a rest,' Barry said as his friend thrust his knob into the girl's bowels for the last time and slipped his wet penis from her inflamed anus.

  'No way,' another objected. 'We've paid for the bitch, and we're going to have her.'

  At least Barry had some compassion, Marianne thought as the vibrator slipped from her fiery cunt and dropped to the floor. But, compassion or not, she was shown no quarter. The fourth solid glans defeating her weary muscles, penetrating her hot bowels, the heavy balls resting against her swollen cunt lips, Marianne gripped the sides of the bench and held her breath in preparation for another gruelling anal fuck.