by Ray Gordon
"I'll go and tell him now. I really don't understand any of this."
"Neither do I, and I don't want to! I don't ever want him here again."
As Mat left, I gathered my knickers and shoes and headed for the bathroom. No more Den and Lisa at out barbeques, no more Den coming round to dinner... Den was annoyed because I'd said that Lisa had visited me, now Mat was suspicious of Den. Things were beginning to look up!
Chapter Seven
Mat and I spent the weekend together, sunbathing in the garden, enjoying meals, watching TV... With no sign of Den and Lisa, and no more notes, I was beginning to put the nightmare behind me. But I didn't kid myself. I was sure that Den hadn't given up, although I didn't let the thought spoil my brief sojourn with normality.
Mat attempted to make love to me a couple of times, but I managed to avoid it. I wasn't going to let the terrible state of my thrashed buttocks come between us! Images of two men's penises fucking my bottom, shooting sperm into my bowels - I didn't know whether I'd ever be able to make love with Mat again. The debased episode with Den and the unknown man haunting me, I needed time before even contemplating sharing my body with my husband.
I was relieved that Den didn't phone or hammer on the door the minute Mat had left for work on Monday. Perhaps he had given up? I ruminated as I busied myself in the kitchen. Perhaps, knowing that the barbeques and dinner parties were over, he wouldn't bother me again. Naivety seemed to be a sad trait!
I soon realized that one thing hadn't changed as I finished washing up the breakfast things. My insatiable yearning for orgasm was visibly still intact. My juices of desire wetting my panties, my vagina aching, my clitoris swollen, whatever deep-seated desires had lain fallow in the shadows of my mind had been permanently harvested.
Although I desperately fought the urge to masturbate, I finally lost the battle as I was preparing vegetables to make a curry. Taking a long, thick carrot from the worktop, contemplating slipping it deep into my vagina, I felt my clitoris throb in anticipation. I had to stop doing this, I reflected as I slipped my wet panties down - I had to turn my thoughts away from sex.
Bending my knees, my thighs wide apart, I slipped the thick end of the carrot between my bloated vaginal lips and gently pushed it into my sex hole. The orange shaft glided into my drenched pussy with ease, stretching me, filling me. Pulling my panties up, the tight crotch holding the carrot in place, I walked about the house. With every step I took, the massaging sensations were heavenly. It was like having a solid penis in my cunt, fucking me as I went on my way.
Picking a package up from the front doormat as I drifted through the hall, I tore it open. It was a video tape with my name written on the label, and I immediately realized that it was from Den. Now what evidence had he got? I pondered, hurrying into the lounge and ramming the tape into the machine.
The screen flashed, and then a clear picture of the cucumber being forced into my bottom-hole appeared. Gazing at the sheer size of the green shaft, my stretched brown tissue gripping the fruit as it drove deep into my bowels, I realized that Den's friend must have been operating the camera.
I shuddered as the scene changed to Den's huge penis fucking my bottom-hole, thrusting deep into my bloated rectal duct. The camera panning in, a close-up of his solid cock driving in and out of my most secret hole filled the screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - my buttocks held wide apart, my brown anal tissue distended around the huge organ, my naked body abused beyond belief.
The tape was obviously a copy, I surmised. Den would have kept the original as more evidence of my debauchery. As I watched the debased fucking, a shot of my face momentarily came into view. Although blindfolded, the shot was clear proof of my identity. My stomach sank. The obscene photographs had been bad enough, but a video? God only knew what Mat would do if he were to see it!
I sat on the floor for five minutes watching the scene. The carrot massaging my vagina as I finally ejected the tape and stood up, I again wondered what I'd become. Lesbian sex, anal sex, oral sex, a cucumber driven into my bowels, a carrot in my vagina, the garden hoe... I'd plummeted so deep into a pit of depravity that I couldn't climb out. The acts Den had me endure had changed me forever.
Slipping the tape beneath the sofa as the phone rang, I knew it was Den. He'd obviously given me time to view the video before ringing with his threats and lewd demands. I wasn't going to answer it, but it rang and rang until it was driving me mad.
"What the hell do you want?" I stormed as I finally grabbed the receiver.
"That's a nice greeting, I must say!" Den chuckled. "By the way, I liked your little trick."
"What trick?"
"Telling Mat that I was making up stories about you leaving him. Yes, a good trick - but not good enough. So, what do you think of your debut as a porn star?"
"I think you're vile!"
"I have several copies of the tape and, unless you shape up, Mat will..."
"I am not going to shape up!"
"Jane, you really must start thinking about your future, and I don't only mean with Mat."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm sure your mother would be horrified if she were to see her fruity daughter."
"My mother?" I gasped incomprehensibly.
"Yes, your mother. So, are you going to play the game or not?"
Hanging up, I imagined my poor mother watching the video, her reaction to my wanton behaviour. The ropes not once coming into shot, she'd believe that I'd been a willing participant to the debauchery, the blindfold being an added titillation to my debased pleasure. Den had got me into a compromising situation I'd never have believed possible.
Pacing the lounge floor, I tried to think, to clear my mind and come up with an answer to my horrendous predicament. Even if I ran away, found a flat somewhere, he'd send Mat and my mother copies of the tapes. Never again would I be able to face Mat, let alone my family. There was only one answer - comply with Den's every obscene instruction, open my legs to him and his dirty friends on demand.
Ignoring the ringing phone, I gazed out of the window at the weeds in the front garden. Like Den, they wouldn't go away, constantly appearing, no matter what I did to get rid of them. Weedkiller, poison... There was one way of dealing with Den. What on earth was I thinking?
As Den walked up the path, I dashed out of the room and hid in the kitchen. The front doorbell ringing, I stood motionless, praying that he'd think that I'd gone out. "Jane, let me in!" he called through the letter box. I couldn't take much more of this. The bell ringing, my blackmailer shouting through the letter box... It was driving me insane!
"Piss off!" I finally yelled, dashing into the hall. "Bloody well piss off!"
"Who's in a bad mood, then?"
"Piss off and leave me alone!"
Returning to the kitchen, I sat at the table. All I could do was wait for him to give up. I knew that I'd have to endure more at some stage, but I wasn't going to be at his beck and call. It occurred to me that if I had to give in to his demands I might be able to do a deal with him - set times and days rather than have him turn up as and when his trousers dictated.
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. Properly planned, perhaps I could lead a double life. Enjoy evenings and weekends with Mat, and endure Den now and then during the weekdays. But there'd have to be conditions. No strangers, only Den. Lisa? I didn't know what I thought about Lisa.
"I do wish you'd answer the bell," Den leered, appearing in the doorway.
"How the hell did you get in?" I gasped, leaping to my feet, suddenly aware that the carrot was still inside my cunt.
"I used a credit card. Shall we have some coffee?"
"No, we bloody well won't!"
"In that case, let's get straight down to it."
"Den, I..."
"You have no choice."
"Yes, I know that. Look, I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"A deal."
"I don't m
ake deals with my sex slave."
"No, listen. I'll agree to... to your demands, allow you to have sex with me, but only at certain times. I thought we could set aside certain days and..."
"What if I feel like fucking your mouth, and it's the wrong day? No, I don't want to make any deals."
"I'll have to know when you want me..."
"I'll tell you when I want you. I'll tell you when, where, and how I want you. Anyway, why try to make deals when you're going to the Cotswolds this week?"
"Because I..."
"Because you're not going, that's why. By the way, Lisa told me that she didn't come here for coffee."
"She'd hardly admit it. She didn't want you to know so..."
"You really must stop lying, Jane. The Cotswolds, Lisa coming here... It's all a pack of lies."
"I'll tell you something that isn't a lie."
"What?"
"I am having an affair, and I do intend to leave Mat."
"Rubbish."
"It's true. As yet, I don't know when I'm leaving, but I'm definitely leaving."
"Why tell me?"
"Because you'll tell Mat and, when the day comes, it won't be such a shock for him."
"We're wasting time. Take your clothes off."
"I can't, I'm expecting my brother to arrive any time now."
"You're lying again."
"I'm not, he phoned earlier."
"In that case, we haven't got much time. Kneel on the floor."
Again, he was going to fuck my mouth, force me to swallow his sperm. As I fell to my knees, he pulled his penis out, his shaft solid in arousal, his purple knob swollen. At least I'd not have to endure an hour or more of sex in the lounge, I reflected as I sucked his silky glans into my mouth. This would only take a few minutes and then I'd be free - for a while, at least.
"Use your tongue, bitch!" he gasped as he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking my wet mouth. "Ah, ah! God, that's it!" As he clung to my head, his broad shaft stretching my lips, I felt my vagina gripping the carrot. I needed to come. I'd fuck the brass door knob when Den had gone, fuck the knob and massage my clitoris to a massive orgasm. Would I be able to slip the knob into my anal duct? I wondered. The dreadful thought swelled my clitoris.
"I'll be back later to fuck your arsehole!" Den breathed, ramming his knob deep into my bloated mouth. "Fuck your arsehole and spunk in your bowels!" As his salty sperm jetted from his slit, dousing my tongue, filling my cheeks, I imagined three men using me, fucking my orifices. The ultimate degradation... Ultimate sexual bliss?
Gobbling and sucking on Den's cock, swallowing the last of his sperm, I tried to push the terrible thought of three men out of my mind. One penis driving deep into my bloated bottom-hole, another fucking my tight cunt, a third sperming in my thirsty mouth... Images of three men fucking me wouldn't leave my mind.
"I needed that!" Den gasped, finally slipping his spent organ out of my spermed mouth. "Lick my cock, lick it all over, whore!"
"Den, my brother..."
"Lick the spunk from my cock, slave!"
My tongue repeatedly running up his wet shaft, over his bulbous glans, I cleansed him until he ordered me to stop. Standing before him as he zipped his jeans, licking the sperm from my lips, it was as much as I could do to stop myself from asking him to slip his hand up my skirt and bring me off. My clitoris solid, my cunt drenched, rhythmically gripping the carrot, I pondered on lying over the table, my thighs wide, and asking him to lick me to orgasm.
"I'll see you later," he said menacingly, walking into the hall. "I'll be back to fuck your arsehole." Trembling, desperate to come, I waited until I'd heard the front door close before dashing up to the bathroom. Grabbing a jar of Vaseline, my heart fluttering, I bounded downstairs to the lounge and closed the door.
My craving for orgasm reaching frightening heights, I hurriedly stripped, tossing my clothes across the room in my urgency to abuse my naked body. Smearing Vaseline between my buttocks, over the brass door knob, I stood with my back to the door.
Leaning forward, manoeuvring my hips, I eased the cold knob between my buttocks. Would it go in? I wondered. The massive cucumber had slipped into my anal duct, so why not the door knob? Swivelling my hips, aligning the brass phallus with my secret entrance, I gasped as my rectal canal suddenly sucked the knob deep inside.
"God!" I breathed, my bloated anal tube sending electrifying sensations deep into my pelvis. "God, what am I doing?" My vaginal muscles taut around the carrot, my rectum stretched to capacity, I couldn't believe my degenerate act.
Den had roused my nipples from their sleep state, and I'd sucked and nibbled them. He'd woken my taste buds, and now I craved sperm. He'd rudely brought my bottom to life with the cucumber and his cock, and now I was sustaining that awakening. What next? I wondered as I wiggled my hips, the door knob massaging my secret inner flesh, tantalising the nerve endings there. What would he rouse next?
My graceful femininity had faded into oblivion, I reflected through my mounting carnal paroxysm. The sensual mounds and valleys of my naked body, once veiled with silk and lace, were now indecently bared, brazenly traded as wares. I'd wandered through the door to intense sex, and it had closed firmly behind me. I could never turn back. Never again would my life be the same.
Pistoning the carrot in and out of my tightening cunt, I massaged my clitoris with my fingertips, bringing out the most incredible sensations I'd ever experienced. The door knob brought me pain as I rocked my hips and shuddered with the inconceivable pleasure. But the pain somehow aroused me, my inflamed anal canal tightening with pleasure around the plundering brass phallus. My sphincter muscles aching, stretched to capacity, I was deriving immense gratification from my discomfort.
Suddenly, my orgasm erupted, exploding within my pulsating clitoris, transmitting waves of pure sexual bliss through my quivering frame. My two holes bloated, I massaged my clitoris faster, sustaining my climax as my legs sagged. My entire body bathed in orgasm, I lost myself in my sexual frenzy, abusing my femininity in the name of lust. Never again would I make love, I knew. In my ever-deepening depravity, I now knew only how to fuck.
Shame engulfed me as my climax waned, my clitoris sending out the last ripples of sex, my cunt aching, my bottom inflamed. Shame, remorse, guilt... I'd abused my naked body beyond belief, derived debased pleasure from my wanton immorality, my most wicked and sinful act. But it was my secret, I consoled myself as I tentatively moved forward, the door knob relinquishing my ravished anal sheath with an obscene sucking sound. Only the devil and I knew to what depths of depravity I'd fallen.
Staggering across the room, I lay full length on the sofa, quivering, trembling uncontrollably as my cunt rhythmically tightened around the carrot. My clitoris still swollen, as if begging for my massaging fingertips, I tried to slow my breathing, recover from my fantastic climax. Closing my eyes, I knew that I couldn't masturbate again. I needed rest.
Waking from obscene dreams, I hauled my naked body up with a start. The reality was worse than the fantasy, I realized fearfully, my wakeful eyes apprehending the sticky door knob. My bottom-hole aching, I recalled my corrupt act, my brown anal tissue stretched tautly around the cold phallus. What would I do next? I wondered as I climbed the stairs to the bathroom, the carrot massaging my vaginal walls. What creative act would I commit next? The pit of depravity was bottomless!
After a shower, I dressed and returned to the kitchen to finish making the curry. The carrot bloating my pussy, inducing my lust cream to flow, I pulled my wet panties aside and slipped the hot phallus out of my sex sheath. In my wickedness, I sliced the dripping carrot and tossed it into the saucepan. Nice and spicy! I laughed inwardly, wondering whether to marinate all the vegetables in my well-juiced cunt before tossing them into the pot. "Pussy juice curry!" I giggled. But my horrendous situation was far from funny.
The curry simmering, I pondered on Den's words. I'll be back to fuck your arsehole. I recalled the recent events, the hole in the fence, the leather
belt, the bamboo cane, the candle, the cucumber... He'd even used a credit card to get into my house. Now he could slip in as and when he wanted to use and abuse me, my naked body.
I knew that it was only a matter of time before Mat walked in and discovered the awful truth - Den and Lisa using my naked body for sex. If only Den had agreed to set days and times. I was forever at his beck and call! By the law of averages, the day would come when Mat discovered Den coming in my cunt and Lisa coming in my mouth. The end of an era. The end of a marriage.
Wandering aimlessly around the house, I discovered another note on the door mat. Dirty little wet cunt. The crude words battered my mind, but I was determined not to allow whoever it was to rile me. I'd be strong and... I had no strength.
Screwing the note up, I realized how mundane my life was. With Mat earning good money, we'd decided that I should stay at home and do the garden and cooking. I'd been quite happy with the situation - but now? What was I? I wondered. A housewife? A home maker? I was a whore - a home breaker.
Before I'd met Mat, I'd worked in publishing, hoping to carve out a good career for myself. After we married, I gave up work to build a home. But all I'd become was the gardener, the cook, the cleaner, the hostess... All I'd done was support Mat, allow him the time and space to build his career. Perhaps I would be better off out of it? I pondered as the phone rang.
"Hallo," I said softly, ready to hang up on Den.
"Jane, it's Lisa."
"Lisa? Er... What do you want?" I asked in surprise.
"You told Den that I'd been round for coffee."
"Yes, I said that because..."
"I'd like to come round."
"What, just you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, because... I'd like to see you, that's all."
"See what, my cunt?"
"Not necessarily."
"Where are you?"
"In a phone box, not far from your place."