by Ray Gordon
Her rectum hot, inflamed, brimming with sperm as the fourth knob began its rectal fucking, Barry focused the video camera between Marianne's buttocks, recording her gruelling ordeal as she was cruelly screwed with the hurried urgency of an inexperienced schoolboy.
'God, this is the first time I've ever fucked a tart's arse,' the man cried as he thrust harder into her rectal sheath. The cold words of crude sex echoing around Marianne's racked mind, she jolted as three fingers drove deep into her vagina, massaging her drenched inner flesh as she lay bound by her wrists in her strange hypnotic state - unable to halt the evening of sexual excess. Suddenly she thought of Jill's gentle touch, her caressing tongue, her massaging fingers. But, she had to admit, she craved both the cruel male attention and the gentle female. Not that Lydia, the rampant lesbian, had been particularly gentle.
Her face rubbing against the padded bench-top, her hair matted with the perspiration of frantic sex, Marianne took the fourth anal pummelling, the violating vaginal exploration. One more, she thought as the man behind her grunted, his sperm gushing into her exhausted body. One more and then... and then what? The pillory? The whip? What else will they subject me to? Surely she was worth more than forty pounds for an entire evening of depraved sex, she mused.
Virtually delirious now as the spent penis slipped from the furnace of her rectal sheath and the fifth solid cock-head drove past her fatigued muscles, she whimpered, her tears flowing, pooling on the soft padding. Fingers still massaging her cuntal sheath, drawing out her slippery sex-cream, Marianne felt her clitoris swell, ripe for orgasm yet again.
The penis pumping out its sperm, draining the heavy balls slapping her distended cunt lips, Marianne gasped as her climax erupted, sending a succession of pulsating sensations through her aching pelvis. No more! No more, she screamed in her racked mind as the flow of sperm stopped and the pistoning penis stilled. Soaking up the inner heat of her bowels, the bulbous knob rested, the root of the massive shaft enveloped by her taut ring as she lay quivering in her climax.
The sticky fingers leaving her vagina as her orgasm subsided, Marianne wondered about her future. She'd definitely leave Barry and only return when she'd mastered the fine art of hypnosis. And then she'd be in complete control, use him for cold sex, use him as her slave. If I can survive this evening I'll be all right, she thought as the fifth penis stirred again inside her aching rectal sheath.
The fifth and final knob withdrawing and then stabbing once more between her tensed buttocks at her sperm-drenched hole, Marianne grimaced. Inch by inch, the huge shaft entered her bottom-hole, bloating her pelvic cavity, but she knew now that her dream wouldn't come true. She'd desperately craved three penises in her female orifices, filling her with sperm, but the men wouldn't have the staying power to realize her dream. The fifth penis ejaculating again, creaming her rectal sheath, she gave a sigh of relief.
Her anal ordeal was almost over. The final knob spurting the last of its come into her aching bottom, she convulsed as the organ withdrew, leaving her body brimming over with orgasmic spend, aching, yearning for rest. Ten times, she pondered as her hands were released and her aching body brought upright. I've been fucked ten times! Clinging to the bench as she stood on her sagging legs, her inner thighs flooded with sperm.
'God, she's in a right state,' Barry laughed, focusing the camera on her inflamed cunt lips, her drenched thighs. 'So, what do you want to do to her next?'
'I know,' one laughed as he lay full length on the couch. 'Get her to squat over me and I'll fuck her cunt. And then someone else can kneel behind her and fuck her arsehole.'
'OK, do it, Marianne,' Barry ordered. 'This'll be great for the video.'
'We'll all get a copy of the tape, I hope?'
'Of course you will, you're the movie stars! A friend of mine is going to make copies, he's got the equipment. You'll each have one in a few days.'
Time to grab the original, Marianne mused as she mechanically climbed upon the bench and knelt astride the erect penis. Lowering her body, she sensed her vagina expand as the huge member drove deep into her. Her cunt lips settling around the broad base of the penis, she rested on her elbows, her buttocks high, splayed, the portal of her bowels exposed. Suddenly a bulbous knob was there, between her taut buttocks, pressing hard against her tight anal ring.
Her pelvic cavity already full, she gasped as the knob drove into her bottom, only stopping when the base rested against the sensitive tissue. Completely impaled on two cocks, she gasped as someone slapped her buttocks, causing her to jolt, her pelvic muscles to grip the intruding male organs.
'Let the whore do the fucking,' Barry laughed. 'Marianne, rock your body back and forth, you can do all the work - slave!' Complying, Marianne began to rock, the penises withdrawing and entering her abused holes in unison. The sensations delighting her, she grinned inwardly, imagining the lewd sight. The pain from her sore anal duct now outweighed by insurmountable pleasure, she opened her mouth as a man turned her head and presented his purple knob to her full red lips.
Three penises, she thought in her rising wickedness. Three at once! But would they all manage to come in unison, to fill her female orifices with their gushing sperm simultaneously? As she took the silky-soft glans in her mouth and gently sucked, her rocking body impaled her on the two shafts entering her holes between her legs, and then on the solid member within her mouth. The knob driving to the back of her throat and then withdrawing, she quivered, her body electric with shockwaves of pure sexual lust.
The man beneath her pulling and twisting on her erect nipples, her entire being became alive, glowing with sex as Barry focused his camera on the two penises driving into her tightening holes. Fingers massaging her clitoris, bringing out another incredible orgasm, Marianne became rigid, every muscle locked, every nerve ending tingling with lust as three penises exploded in orgasm, filling her mouth with gushing sperm, bloating her aching bowels, filling her vaginal cavity. On and on she rode the crest of her shuddering climax, her naked body drinking the male offerings, perspiring in the crude four-way coupling.
Finally the men stilled their cocks, gasping as their slave's body convulsed, twitched, sending pulses of lust through their knobs. 'Perfect!' Barry cried, moving around the bench with his video camera. 'Bloody perfect! OK, what next?'
'What next?' the man with his penis rooted deep within Marianne's bowels asked. 'Christ, I need a rest! I'm all out of spunk.'
'And me,' the man beneath Marianne rejoined.
'That's a shame,' Barry complained. 'Oh well, if you're all knackered, then...'
'We're not,' the pair standing by the table chuckled, much to Marianne's horror. 'You lot have come three times, and we've only come twice.'
'Great!' Barry replied excitedly. 'So, what's it to be?'
'How about her mouth? Both in her mouth together?'
'Yes, that's good. I like that. OK, do it,' Barry ordered. As the penises withdrew from Marianne's racked body, and she climbed off the bench, she was ordered to kneel before her masters. Eyeing the two purple knobs wavering before her flushed face, she prayed that this was it, the last debauched act, the last gruelling test of endurance. Opening her full red lips and taking the pair of knobs into her mouth, she ran her tongue over the silky glands, imagining two loads of sperm gushing, filling her cheeks to capacity. As she sucked, fingers probed between her buttocks, her cuntal lips. Her inflamed rectal opening yielding as two fingers slipped into her sperm-drenched duct, she moaned deeply through her nose, delighting in the enforced act. More fingers slipped deep into her cunt, stretching her sex-duct wide, delving, exploring, as she took the two knobs further into her hot mouth.
Cupping each pair of heavy balls as she mouthed on her masters' knobs, she felt their penises twitch, their glands swell. Four fingers now embedded within her anal tube, painfully stretching her delicate tissue, she quivered as her clitoris was vigorously massaged. Her body shuddering as her climax gripped her very being, she licked and sucked, swallowing her mast
ers' jetting come as the knobs exploded within her mouth, filling her cheeks with spunk.
Like a babe at the breast, she mouthed on the knobs, drinking as the sperm flowed. This was her role in life now, she mused. This was the role she was destined to play, the role of a wanton tart - unless she could master hypnosis. 'Swallow our spunk, slave,' one of the men towering above her gasped as he thrust his knob deep into her mouth. The other man following suit, Marianne could barely accommodate the pulsating knobs, but she could do nothing to stop her body obediently responding, her mouth opening wider. Control over her actions had been lost, possibly forever.
'Christ, that was bloody good,' came the satisfied voice from above as one knob finally withdrew.
'We'll do this again,' the other man said, slipping his dripping glans from Marianne's mouth. 'Again and again.'
The fingers finally withdrawing from her sex-sheaths, Marianne remained still. Sperm running down her chin and dripping onto her pert breasts, her inner thighs drenched with male come, she could take no more. Eyeing the pillory through her lashes, she prayed that she'd not be whipped, thrashed before the men finally left her to collapse in a heap of exhausted trembling limbs.
As the men left the garage Marianne fell to the floor, her naked body sprawled out across the carpet, aching, convulsing from the enforced sex. Without so much as a word of appreciation, they'd gone, discarded her. They could have at least made me comfortable on the bench, she thought as she rolled onto her back and stretched her aching limbs. But slaves weren't to be made comfortable. They were to be used, fucked and abused.
'Good,' Barry chuckled as he returned to the garage. 'That was bloody good. Stand up and let's have a look at you.' Marianne dragged her aching body up and stood trembling before her master, praying that he'd not use her to satisfy his own perverted lust as she clung to the bench to steady herself. 'Shame we didn't get to use the pillory. Still, there's always next time,' he laughed, tweaking her sensitive milk buds. 'There's always tomorrow. Right, go into the house and get something to clean the bench with. There's sperm and cunt juice everywhere. Go on, don't just stand there, bitch.'
Returning to the garage with a sponge and a bowl of soapy water, Marianne washed the padded bench in readiness for her next session of crude sex. 'Come on, we haven't got all night,' Barry complained. 'Before you have a shower and wash your cunt out, you can make me some sandwiches. I'm meeting the others in the pub, so hurry up. And take your dress with you.'
Returning to the house, sperm coursing down her slender thighs, glistening on her chin, her brown nipples, Marianne placed her dress over the back of a chair and stood at the worktop making her master's sandwiches, wondering at his cruelty. Not only his sex slave, his prostitute, she was also his housekeeper - his charlady, she thought sadly, recalling the nights spent together making love. The nights before she'd introduced the trigger word and feigned hypnosis - the distant nights.
As Barry sat at the table eating his sandwiches, he looked up at Marianne's flushed face and grinned. 'Well, that's two hundred you've earned me this evening, but it's not enough. The lads are going to put the word around that there's a dirty tart for hire so, hopefully, we'll have a regular flow of men ready and willing to pay for an evening of perverted sex with you.'
Standing by the table, Marianne's tears flowed down her cheeks as Barry's cruel words sank in. 'Bastard' wasn't a strong enough word for him, she thought as she watched him eat. Determined more than ever now to retaliate, to repay him, she resolved to learn the art of hypnosis if it was the last thing she did. Her cunt oozing sperm and girl-come, her anal portal dripping with the products of five male orgasms, she desperately wanted to climb the stairs and cleanse her abused body in the shower. But Barry had other plans for her.
'Right, lie on the floor,' he demanded as he stood up. Obediently following his instructions, she lay down, her arms by her sides, her naked body defenceless, vulnerable. Unzipping his trousers, he stood astride her firm breasts and pulled out his solid penis. Looking up at the huge member towering above her face as he massaged the skin over his purple knob, she could hardly believe that she'd once been in love with this monster.
Gasping as he wanked, he looked down at Marianne, her sperm-drenched pretty face, her pert breasts. 'Never seen me wanking before, have you?' he grinned. 'And you've certainly never seen me wank all over your face!' As his sperm suddenly gushed, splattering Marianne's face, her long blonde hair, she squeezed her eyes shut. 'Ah, that's good,' Barry breathed, running his hand up and down his veined shaft, spraying his slave with his spunk. The white liquid splattering her cheeks, her mouth, her long blonde hair, Marianne prayed for him to go out and leave her to cleanse her abused body and rest. She prayed for the incredible day to end, for the night to come.
If this was the way Barry was going to treat her, as nothing more than a common slut, she'd have no choice but to leave there and then - walk out the minute she was back in control of her body. As the last of his spunk landed on her forehead and ran down her temples to her ears, he stepped aside and zipped his trousers. That was it, the final degrading act of the evening, she thought thankfully as he ordered her to stand before him.
Facing her master, his sperm coursing down her face, she awaited his next instruction, praying for the trigger word to leave her subconscious. 'I'm going to meet the lads now. You'll clear up the kitchen when I've gone and then wash your cunt out in the bath and go to bed. I don't need you any more this evening, but tomorrow... Well, you'll see. You'll come out of your trance when you hear the front door close. Do you understand?'
'Yes,' she replied softly as he left the room.
'Oh, and I want a decent breakfast tomorrow. I don't want the usual crap, you'll cook me a bloody good breakfast and bring it to me in bed at eight o'clock. Get up at seven and bring me breakfast in bed at eight.'
As the front door slammed shut Marianne breathed a sigh of relief. Climbing the stairs she ran a bath and immersed her aching, sperm-drenched body in the hot, soapy water.
Her body clean and fresh, Marianne climbed out of the bath and towelled herself dry before powdering herself with talc.
Beneath her quilt Marianne closed her eyes, recalling the evening's events, picturing Barry in the pub, laughing, joking with his perverted friends. The video tape, she suddenly recalled. Must go and find the tape. As she raised her naked body on one elbow to climb out of bed, she collapsed, her head flopping onto the pillow. Must... must find the tape. Sleep engulfing her, calming her aching body, she drifted into her dreams of controlling Barry, using him, enslaving him. Revenge will be sweet!
Chapter Ten
Her body clock waking her at seven the following morning, Marianne dragged herself from her bed, glaring at Barry sleeping soundly. Bloody breakfast in bed, she cursed inwardly, wondering whether she'd have the power to leave the house and walk to the park without making his breakfast.
Wandering naked downstairs to the kitchen and slipping into her tartan minidress, she remembered that she'd not be able to conceal her swollen pussy lips with her panties. Too many subconscious suggestions, she thought angrily, mechanically breaking two eggs into a glass bowl. 'Shit, I can't stop myself from making his breakfast,' she gasped as she took the milk and butter from the fridge. 'But I can do this!' she giggled, sprinkling half a pot of pepper into the bowl.
The food ready on a tray at seven-thirty, she grinned. 'Eight, he said. Shame, it'll be stone-cold by then. Still, I have to stick to the instructions - eight o'clock.' Wandering into the garden, Marianne sat on the lawn with her knees to her chin, wondering what the day would bring. The soft blades of grass tickling her bulging pussy lips, she sighed, reaching beneath her thigh and toying with her pink inner petals.
The constant sex had re-educated her subconscious, she mused, slipping her finger into her hot vagina. Pressing against the soft cushioned walls of her sex-duct, she wondered whether to go to the garage and borrow a vibrator. Perhaps a quick one before I take the food up, she thought
as her insatiable clitoris swelled in expectation.
As she slipped her finger from her tight vagina and stood up, the front doorbell rang. 'Who the hell's that at this time?' she hissed, dashing into the house. 'Oh, Rod!' she gasped as she opened the door to the good-looking young man. 'How on earth did you find my address?'
'Don't worry about that now. Listen, Marianne, I can't stop, but I've some news for you. Come over to my place later this morning, say ten o'clock, and I'll teach you how to use hypnosis.'
'But why didn't you do that before? I've been through... Never mind what I've been through. Why didn't you suggest that before?'
'I didn't like your idea of tit-for-tat. Hypnotizing your boyfriend and...'
'Soon-to-be-ex.'
'Yes, right. Anyway, I didn't like the idea of you getting your own back on him, playing silly games like that. But now, well, unless you do something about your situation, you'll find yourself sucked so deep into all this that you'll never be free. I've been reading up on trigger words and the like - they can be bloody dangerous! But more, there's autosuggestion. When you're in a trance you're completely vulnerable to suggestion. You could end up as your boyfriend's permanent slave! That reminds me, you were lying to me when I rang you, weren't you? He had used the word again, hadn't he?'
'Yes, I was lying. I'm sorry, Rod. Look, I'll be over later, about ten.'
'Good. We'll sort this thing out once and for all.'
'How come you're up and about so early?'
'I always get up early. I'll see you later, Marianne. And don't let me down because all you'll be doing is letting yourself down - and sealing your own fate.'
'I'll be there, I promise - unless, that is...'