Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  "No, never!" I cried as another finger entered my stretched rectal tube.

  "Say it, or you'll never have your fix."

  "Gary, please! I can't say that!"

  "OK, no sperm."

  "Please!"

  "Say it, Helen!"

  They were only words; I tried to convince myself - meaningless words. Weren't they? I imagined that I sensed Satan, lurking, grinning in his evilness, rubbing his hands together in his wickedness. I couldn't repeat the sacrilegious words, but my craving for sperm was now so powerful, so intense, that I knew I had no choice.

  "Repeat after me," Gary said. "In the name of Satan."

  "In the name of... of Satan," I sobbed.

  "I offer my arsehole."

  "I offer my arsehole."

  "I sacrifice my cunt."

  "I sacrifice my cunt."

  "My body and soul."

  "My... my body and soul."

  My tears soaking the carpet as the fingers withdrew from my stretched anal duct, I prayed to God for forgiveness - and cursed Tony for leaving me alone. They were only words, words spoken under duress, I tried to convince myself. Meaningless words. Judas? What had I become? What had I done? In the name of Satan, I offer my arsehole, my cunt, my body and soul. In the name of spunk.

  "Let's give her the cane!" Phil chuckled. "After all, she's now the Devil's daughter, she deserves a good thrashing!"

  "Please, I need sperm," I whispered, my mind spinning in my confusion and guilt.

  "Yes, later," Gary replied. "We haven't finished examining your arsehole yet."

  "Gary, you've had your fun, degraded and humiliated...."

  "The fun's only just begun!"

  Quivering as my anal entrance opened wider, I couldn't believe my horrendous predicament. The wooden pole between my thighs, the anal speculum, nipple clamps, a dog collar, handcuffs and chains... Gary could have at least allowed me my fix before embarking on his reign of sexual debauchery.

  "I'd never have thought we could open her arse as wide as that!" Phil laughed. "Do you reckon we could both get our cocks up her?"

  "No problem. But I want to take some photographs first. I'll go and get my camera."

  Blackmail, again? I wondered as Gary left the room. Imagining the sight of my crudely opened bottom-hole, my bulging cunt lips, I prayed that he wasn't going to have my face in the pictures. I'd had enough trouble with Alan Walker and the postman with lewd photographs of me, without Gary getting in on the act.

  Kneeling behind me, Gary focused his camera, the flash lighting up the room as he took shot after shot of my inner anal flesh, my gaping sex crack. The bastard made sure that my grimacing face was clearly visible, as I'd thought he would. This would stay with me for the rest of my life, I knew. The shame, the shocking violation of my body would haunt me, forever taunt me.

  The photo session over, my abusers left the room and locked the door. They'd be back, I knew as I tried to make myself comfortable. They'd be back to commit more vile sexual acts upon my tethered body; force me to endure more sexual abuse. The front door slammed shut, Phil had gone. Were they going to leave me tied up for days on end, positioned for crude sex whenever it took their fancy?

  Why hadn't Gary allowed me my fix? The least he could have done was keep his side of the bargain. He was probably waiting until I was in such dire need of sperm that I'd agree to do anything. But what else was there I could do? I wondered. I'd allowed him to commit every vile sexual act imaginable - what else was there? I was soon to find out!

  Chapter Nine

  My body aching, my anal entrance crudely stretched wide open by the speculum; I suffered my degrading position until the sun had dropped from the sky and twilight stole into the room. I prayed for Gary to return and release me, release me not only from my chains, but my craving for sperm.

  Where was he? I wondered. He'd been gone for an age, obviously without giving a care for me, my addiction. Did anyone really care for me? Tony cared. He'd probably been phoning, wondering where I was, what I was doing. I was cheating on him, betraying him, lying. Harsh words I'd never thought would mean anything to me. Lie, cheat, betray, adultery, anal intercourse - prostitute. Tony had thought I'd bring him love, but all I'd brought him were lies. My life was a lie now. Could I really call this a life?

  Gary finally walked into my prison cell, his face grinning as if he'd just thought of some horrendous act to commit on my naked body. "Do you want my sperm?" he asked, stroking my stinging buttocks, his fingers exploring my inner anal flesh. The bastard knew damn well that I was desperate for a fix. He had me just where he wanted me, naked, vulnerable, prepared to do anything. "OK, as you've been a good girl, I'll fuck your mouth and spunk down your throat," he said in his vileness, releasing the dog chain from the steel ring in the floor.

  I slowly lifted my head as he knelt before me and hauled his erect penis and his balls out of his trousers. I'd drink his sperm, just one more time, and then never return, I vowed as he pulled his foreskin back, exposing his shining purple knob, his spunk-slit. Never again would I lower myself to such depths of filth, endure the awful degradation and humiliation.

  "Mmm, that's good," he breathed as I engulfed his ballooning glans within my hot mouth. "You're a good cock sucker." A good cock sucker. I was once a lady in love, now I was a whore in lust - a good cock sucker. "Take it to the back of your throat, Helen. Give me a really good blow job, or I won't allow you to drink my spunk."

  My lips taut around his broad shaft, I fervently sucked and mouthed, stiffening him, taking him ever-closer to his climax as he gasped in his debauchery. Gripping my head, he withdrew his saliva-wet cock and drove into me again, mouth-fucking me, using and abusing me. I desperately needed his spunk now, pumping, gushing, filling my cheeks, calming me. Faster, he mouth-fucked me, my head jolting with the penile pistoning, my lips rolling along his veined shaft. I was so close to my fix now.

  "Coming!" he finally cried, my taste buds waking as his salty sperm gushed from his swollen plum. I sucked and swallowed, running my tongue over his throbbing glans until I'd drained his balls, taken every last drop of the beautiful male liquid. Now all I had to do was wait for calm to wash over me, serenity to engulf me. But I knew only too well that, after a couple of days, my craving would return, shattering the peace once again.

  "I want to go home now, Gary," I murmured as he slipped his wet cock out of my mouth, his spunk dribbling down my chin. "I need to go home and..."

  "All in good time," he grinned menacingly, zipping his trousers and standing up. "One last thrashing, and then you can go."

  "No! Please, Gary!" I yelled in my rising anger, my patheticness, as he moved to the corner of the room. "You've had what you wanted, you can't..."

  "There's nothing I like more than thrashing women's buttocks. I like watching the weals fanning out across their twitching bum cheeks."

  The bamboo cane cracking loudly across my tensed buttocks, I rested my head on the floor, pitifully resigned to my horrendous predicament. The stinging pain permeating my burning buttocks, I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that the caning would soon be over and I'd be allowed my freedom. I'd had my fix, now I just wanted to go home.

  "Look at your hairless cunt lips bulging between your thighs!" he chuckled, bringing the cane down again with a deafening crack. "And the speculum's stretched your arsehole open so much that I doubt it will ever close!"

  "You're revolting!" I spat, imagining the sight of my taut brown tissue, my open hole.

  "I'm so revolting that I might keep you here for the night and force you to..."

  "Please!" I sobbed as he continued the thrashing. "Please, Gary!"

  "You want more? OK, then."

  Again and again the cane struck my stinging buttocks. My naked body trembling, jolting, I knew I couldn't endure the merciless thrashing for much longer. But my predicament had been my own doing, I'd agreed to be used and abused in return for sperm - I'd agreed to give my body, my cunt, my arsehole, to the Devil. I must
have been mad!

  After administering another twenty or so lashes, he discarded the cane and knelt behind me, examining his handiwork. My body aching, my bum stinging like hell, I again swore never to return to the prison cell. I'd get sperm from another man, any man other than Gary, although I knew it was easier said than done. The drug taking effect, it was easy to convince myself that I'd not need Gary again. Never again, said the drunken drunk - until tomorrow.

  My aching bottom-hole closing as Gary gently slipped the speculum out, I sensed immense relief wash over me. It was all over, but I'd given my body and soul in return for my fix - sold my very being to Satan. Were they only meaningless words? Or did Satan now possess my soul? I dreaded to think.

  Finally releasing me, the chains of bondage clanking, Gary helped me to stand up. My legs sagging, I managed to stagger across the room and retrieve my clothes. Dazed, sperm oozing between my inflamed pussy lips, my burning buttocks, I covered my abused body, the weals, longing to get home and sink into a hot bath.

  "I'll see you in a day or two," he smiled, opening the door for me as I finished dressing. The bastard was sure that I'd be back, but I was determined to do my utmost to prove him wrong. He wasn't going to win the next battle. He was the loser, not I.

  "No, you won't, Gary!" I returned as I pushed past him in the doorway. "You'll never see me again!"

  "Oh, yes I will!"

  "I'll tell you this, you've riled me! I'll never forget the evil things you've done to me, the way you've treated me. The day will come when you'll pay for treating me worse than an animal, of that, I promise you!"

  "You deserve to be treated worse than an animal, Helen. You're nothing more than a common whore. You committed adultery on the common, you filthy whore!"

  "The day will come, Gary, believe me!"

  "Yes, and I'll come again, up your tight arsehole! Now, get out!"

  Leaving his house, the huge orange sun descending behind the trees as I made my way home, I could barely believe the terrible ordeal Gary had put me through, his cruel words. He'd behaved like an animal, and treated me like a dog! A prison cell, a sexual torture chamber, constructed solely for me? What sort of man was he? I wondered as I reached the safety of my house. An evil monster, that's what he was!

  Grabbing the ringing phone as I entered my studio, my stomach sank. It was Tony, asking after me, checking up on me. Where had I been? What had I been up to? Why hadn't I been working? Did I know what time it was? How long had I been out?

  "Please, Tony!" I interrupted him angrily. "I can't take much more of this!"

  "Of what?" he asked.

  "Of you asking me questions. I've been out for a walk, OK?"

  "No, it's not OK. No one goes for a walk for several hours."

  "Well, I did. The weather's better than ever so I went for a long walk; it's as simple as that."

  "I wish I'd never gone for this promotion," he sighed. "Things were fine when I worked in London and came home every night."

  "Things are fine now, Tony. I don't know why you keep checking up on me. You're hemming me in, I feel trapped." Prison cell.

  "I'm sorry, Helen, it's just that I'm worried about you. You've changed, you're never in when I phone, you..."

  I sensed anger rising. "Tony, there's nothing wrong with going for a walk! I've been working late into the nights, and sleeping during the day. God, we've been through all this before!"

  "Look, I have to go. Make sure you're in tomorrow at the same time and I'll ring you. We'll talk about it then."

  Talk about what, men filling my holes with their spunk? "OK, Tony," I sighed, wondering about our relationship for the umpteenth time.

  Replacing the receiver, I gazed at the erotic painting I'd been working on - the filth I'd been working on. Inspiration came like a bolt out of the blue, and I grabbed my brush and pallet. I'd create one filthy painting after another - women sucking cocks, spunk running over girls' firm breasts, weal-lined buttocks rising above shaved cunt lips, anal sphincters open, their naked bodies abused in every perceivable way...

  I suppose, subconsciously, psychologically, I wanted to paint filthy scenes to somehow counteract my wanton debauchery. I'd take it out on the canvas; seek revenge for my wrongdoing, my immorality, through my work. What was lurking in my subconscious, the dark corners of my mind where secrets skulked, hideous secrets of filth and debauchery?

  Slipping out of my clothes, I stood naked before the canvas. A full length mirror, I mused. Yes, a full length mirror in the studio would reflect my nakedness, my shaved cunt. I'd faithfully paint a cucumber emerging from between my taut pussy lips. The mirror would help me to catch every detail, my pink inner flesh, taut around the green shaft, my exposed clitoris, my cunt hole crudely forced wide open by the fruit.

  The doorbell rang and I wondered whether to answer it in my nakedness. I wanted to answer the door with a cucumber emerging from my cunt. That would shock whoever it was. Had Alan come round for sex? It wasn't Gary, surely? Wandering through the hall and opening the door an inch or so, I was surprised to see Stephen Giles on the step.

  "Oh!" I gasped. "Er... I'm naked; I've just had a bath." A sperm bath.

  "I came to pick up the painting," he said, his dark eyes lowering. Was the righteous managing director trying to catch a glimpse of my cunt? Had he had a change of mind? Did he want me to suck him off? In my wickedness, I hoped he did. I was becoming cruder by the day.

  "Wait there and I'll put something on," I smiled, my vaginal muscles spasming as I imagined his cock entering me, fucking me, spunking up me.

  He pushed the door open and gazed candidly at my nakedness, my firm breasts, my elongated nipples. Did he want me to wank him, shoot his come all over my areolae, my nipples? What did he want, really? Clasping my hands, I veiled my hairless cunt, my face flushing, my clitoris pulsating at the prospect of sex, orgasm. Another man, another stiff cock, more spunk - why not?

  "About Tony's promotion," he began as he stepped into the hall and tweaked my sore nipple. "I've been thinking and..."

  "He will get promotion, won't he?" I asked, trying to appear naive, innocent. I knew what was coming next.

  "That all depends on you, Helen."

  On the availability of my cunt, no doubt. "On me?" I gasped. "But, the other day when I..."

  "I've given your proposition a lot of thought."

  "Proposition? I didn't propose anything."

  "You know what I'm talking about, Helen. Don't play games with me."

  I knew only too well what he was talking about! "You'd better come through to the lounge," I invited him, smiling sweetly.

  Closing the front door, he followed me, no doubt focusing on my thrashed buttocks, the thin pink weals. This was a new ball game, I mused as we entered the lounge. If I were to give Stephen what he wanted, I'd secure Tony's promotion. The future was looking better than ever. And with Stephen to supply me with sperm on a regular basis, I wouldn't need Gary. But I'd keep Suzie.

  "I take it that you mean you want sex in return for Tony's promotion," I said, my hands hanging by my sides, my shaved cunt blatantly displayed before his wide eyes.

  "Tony's good, he'll go far, but he'll go even further if you..."

  "Why the change of mind? The other day, you were shocked when I..."

  "As I said, I've given it a lot of thought. Who whipped you?"

  I licked my lips provocatively and tossed my long blonde hair over my shoulder. "A girlfriend whipped me."

  "Does Tony know about her?"

  "No, he doesn't. So, what else will Tony get, apart from promotion?"

  "That depends on what you have to offer me. The more you offer me, the more I'll give Tony."

  Sperm oozed from my cunt and ran down my inner thighs. "I have everything to offer you, Stephen."

  "In that case, his salary will rise considerably - with immediate effect, of course."

  Kneeling before him, I tugged his zip down and hauled his erect penis out. He was big, hard, stiff in his arou
sal, and I couldn't wait to take his maleness into my thirsty mouth and suck out his spunk. God, how I'd changed within such a short space of time! I could hardly believe what I was thinking as I imagined him fucking my sperm-juiced cunt and then penetrating my already inflamed bottom-hole - my arsehole.

  But things were turning out far better than I'd ever imagined. I no longer needed my perverted neighbour, financially we'd be far better off, and hopefully my erotic paintings would make a name for me. Suddenly having an idea, I looked up at Stephen. I might as well get all I could while the going was good, grab what was on offer.

  "I don't want Tony working abroad," I said, licking my lips as I pulled his foreskin back. "I want him based in London, as before."

  "Anything you say," he smiled, unbuckling his belt and tugging his trousers down. "Now show me how good you are."

  Cupping his heavy balls in my palm, I took his glans deep into my mouth and gently sucked. He gasped, his penis twitching as he held my head and began his mouth-fucking. I sensed power, power over men. I was a sperm addict, but Stephen didn't know that - he had no power over me. He obviously knew that I was a tart, a nymphomaniac, and was using me to satisfy his base male desires. I'd use him to help Tony and he'd use me for sex, a good arrangement, a perfect relationship. I sensed great power.

  But I still couldn't think why Stephen had change his mind. From appearing shocked when I'd previously hauled his cock out, he was now desperate for sex. Perhaps his wife had denied him the pleasure of a fuck and he'd thought of me, my hot, wet mouth. Whatever had changed his mind didn't matter. The point was that Tony would get his promotion and a damn good pay rise - and he'd be based in London. No doubt Stephen would visit me during the day for clandestine sex while Tony was at work. Yes, it was a good plan.

  "The painting's doubled in price, Stephen," I said nonchalantly, slipping his wet glans out of my mouth and licking his solid shaft. Wickedness gripped me. Was Satan near? I imagined that he was always near now - he owned me.

  "I'll pay you double if you bring yourself off. I like watching women masturbate, Helen. Give me a good masturbation show, and I'll pay you double for the Blue Lady."