'Hi, is Christopher there, please?' she asked.
'No, he's out - can I take a message?' the woman replied.
'Are you his wife?'
'Yes, I am.'
'Oh, I see. I was going to tell Chris that I've just had two cocks up my bum at once, both sperming into my arse!' Marianne giggled.
'I
beg
your pardon? Who
is
this?'
'I'm Chris's girlfriend, his slag on the side - his bit of skirt. I'm the one who gives him great blow jobs and lets him fuck my arse. Poor Chris, it's a shame you're such a prude! Wouldn't you like him to fuck
your
arse?'
'You're sick!'
'No, I'm just heavily into sex! Tell him I rang, will you -my name's Sarah. Bye!'
Replacing the receiver, Marianne felt more wicked than ever. 'I feel great!' she giggled. 'Right, a couple of hours' sleep, and then it's back to my life of beautifully perverted sex!'
Barry and John had disappeared by the time Marianne had hauled her aching body from the bed and staggered downstairs. Wondering where they were, what they were up to, she called next door to see how Natalie was feeling after her enforced sex session.
'Oh, Marianne - come in!' the girl invited as she opened the front door.
Is Barry's sperm oozing from her bumhole?
Marianne wondered. 'I thought I'd come and see how you are/ she smiled, wondering whether Natalie had realized that she'd walked into her house, before mysteriously finding herself back home - a hell of a long time later!
'lan's gone, thank God! The bastard's gone!' Natalie announced bitterly. 'I realize now that I don't need him. I've got the house, and he's got my dopey sister, so I suppose we're all happy.'
'It's funny how things turn out, isn't it?'
'It certainly is! Come into the lounge and have a glass of wine. By the way, what happened when I came round to see you earlier? I remember going into your kitchen, and then.. .'
'And then you went home again,' Marianne replied, closing the front door behind her and following Natalie into the lounge.
4
You were so distressed over Ian that I don't think you knew what you were doing!'
'I
was
rather upset. But I've come to the conclusion that I'm better off on my own. I don't need Ian - or anyone else, for that matter!'
Temptation rears its beautiful head!
Gazing at the girl's long legs, her miniskirt, Marianne imagined her hot pussy, her secret - or not so secret - garden. Recalling Natalie kneeling astride her head, she quivered. The girl had tasted nice, she reflected, picturing her open sex-folds, her erect clitoris throbbing in orgasm.
God, I want her again!
'I'm leaving Barry,' Marianne confided, wondering whether Natalie would suggest that she move in with her and they live together as lesbians.
'Leaving him? I've heard that one before!' Natalie quipped.
'Yes, I know - but this time, I mean it! All this hypnosis stuff has ... I've come to the same conclusion as you - I don't need him! I haven't told him yet, but I'm going to get myself a nice little flat. I've had a brilliant job offer with a company car - a Mercedes, would you believe?'
'God, that sounds all right!'
'Yes, and the money'll be pretty good, too.'
'But the house ... You own it jointly with Barry, don't you?'
'Yes, but there's no way Barry would sign his half over to ... Wait a minute, there is a way!'
'How?'
'I'll tell you later, Nat. I must dash, I'll tell you later! This evening, come round this evening!'
Dashing from the house in her excitement, Marianne grinned. Ringing the building society, she spoke to the manager, explaining that Barry was leaving her and that he wanted to sign his half of the house over to her. 'If you're to take on the
mortgage alone, we'll need your employer's references and a statement of your earnings,' the pompous man returned.
'That's no problem! My employer will be only too happy to do that.'
Jonathan Brooke-Smith mil be only too eager to help me!
'In that case, if you give me details of your employer, I'll start the ball rolling as soon as possible.'
Ringing Brooke-Smith, Marianne explained her predicament. 'You see, Jonathan, Barry and I are splitting up, and he's going to sign his half of the house over to me. I need a reference and a statement of my earnings.'
'No problem! I'll write you a glowing reference. The thing is, when
are
you going to come and work for me?'
'I'll start next week, OK?'
'Fine! Nine o'clock on Monday morning, all right?'
'I'll be there, Jonathan.'
'And so will your car. See you on Monday, Marianne.'
'Great. And thanks - I owe you one!'
'Do you now? I'll look forward to that!'
'Er... yes, well, until Monday. Bye.'
Searching Barry's bureau, Marianne came across his bank statement. 'God!' she breathed aloud. 'Where the hell did he get all that money from? Twenty grand!' Hearing the front door open, she closed the bureau and hurriedly left the dining room. 'Hi, Barry!' she smiled, meeting him in the hall. 'Where have you been?'
'I went out with John,' he replied. 'Jux—'
'Time for sex!' Marianne interrupted before Barry could say the word.
Again, he fell into a strange hypnotic trance. 'This is getting easier!' Marianne giggled, leading him into the lounge. 'Now, Barry, where did you get the twenty-odd grand from that's in your bank account?'
'I've been stashing it away for years. A lot of it was left to me by my aunt.'
'Well, you're now going to write me a cheque - for the full amount! Go and get your cheque book.'
Returning from the bureau, Barry meekly penned a cheque out to Marianne. 'You'll never wonder why you did this, do you understand?'
'Yes, I understand.'
'You'll always think of it as a gift, a present you decided to give me. Also, you're going to sign the house over to me. And lastly, will you please forget the word "
juxtaposition?" '
'Yes, I will.'
'You've never heard of the word, Barry. When you want to hypnotize me, you'll use the trigger word "
delta
", have you got that?'
'Yes, I have.'
'Good. Now, go and put your cheque book back and then come and sit down,' Marianne instructed, slipping the cheque behind the mantlepiece clock.
Returning to the lounge, Barry sat down, gazing around the room in bewilderment as Marianne ordered him to wake up. 'So, what are you doing for the rest of the afternoon?' she asked casually. 'And when are you going to start earning some money from your consultancy business or whatever it is?'
'In about half an hour!' Barry laughed. 'I've a friend coming round to ... well, I won't go into the details. Juxtaposition!'
God, how the hell do I make him forget that bloody word?
Marianne wondered angrily as she slipped into a hypnotic trance.
How the hell do I do it?
Things would be completely different if only Barry were to forget the real trigger word. But would that ever happen? She very much doubted it!
'OK, Marianne - follow me to the garage. You're going in the pillory, my girl! There'll be another fifty quid in my pocket when Dave gets here! Come on, take your dress off and follow me!'
Pulling her dress over her head, Marianne recalled Dave, the pervert who'd staked her naked body to the lawn and used her to satisfy his insatiable thirst for lust. If only she was in control! But, hypnotized or not, what control would she have when trapped in the pillory? she wondered as she dropped her dress to the floor and followed her master. As they entered the garage, Marianne gazed at the pillory -and the whip and canes. Wishing she'd breathed her word and ordered Barry to cancel the arrangement, her clitoris throbbed in expectation.
'Come over here and get on all fours over this plank, you fucking bitch!' Barry ordered harshly, lifting the top section of the pillory away. 'That's it, rest your neck and wrists in the cutouts and I'll drop this back into place, like this - and you're now my prisoner!' he laughed. Her buttocks projecting, her cunny lips exposed beneath her yawning bottom-crease, Barry moved her knees further apart, tying ropes around her calves and fixing the ends to the frame to secure the degrading position. 'And now for your tits, you dirty little whore!' he chuckled, clamping metal clips to her long nipples. Hanging heavy weights from the clips, he gazed at her firm breasts, painfully stretched into taut cones of flesh. 'Dave will like that! He's a right perve!'
And so are you!
Marianne reflected, grimacing as the clips bit into her hardening nipples.
Come to that, so am I!
Again, Barry's cruel words reflected his inner self, the real Barry -Barry the bastard. With no respect, no thought for his girlfriend, his only concern was making money from pimping. 'The lads are coming over again this evening to use you!' he laughed, slapping her buttocks, causing her naked body to jolt. 'They're coming over to fuck your holes, to use you as the dirty little whore that you are!'
Moving to the shelf, Barry opened the video camera to remove the cassette. Frowning, he gazed at the empty compartment. 'That's odd,' he breathed. 'I don't remember taking it out.' What with the missing money, and now the cassette, he was becoming suspicious, Marianne knew. Hopefully, as far as the massive cheque was concerned, her hypnotic suggestion would work. But he was bound to think it strange that he'd given her all his money, she thought.
'I don't understand it!' Barry sighed as he placed the camera on the shelf. 'Marianne, do you know where the cassette is?'
'No,' she said softly.
'Something weird is going on! The money, and now the bloody tape! Something's going on!'
As Barry left the garage, Marianne tried to make herself comfortable. Her neck and wrists clamped, her stomach resting on the padded plank, her legs bound with rope, she could barely move.
God, my tits hurt!
she cursed inwardly as the weights swung, pulling on her sensitive nipples. Hearing voices, she wondered what Dave had in mind, what perverted act he'd planned to commit on her tethered, naked body.
'There's the little bitch!' Barry bellowed as he showed Dave into the garage. 'I'll be in the house if you need me - not that you will!'
'I've got all I need here, thanks!' Dave laughed, eyeing Marianne's exposed bottom-hole, her ripe vaginal lips.
'Right, give her a good seeing-to, and a fucking good thrashing!' Barry laughed.
'This is incredible! I mean, just look at the state of her! Christ, I wish I had a girlfriend like her!'
'The other evening, I brought five friends round and they all fucked her arse!'
'What, one after the other?'
'Yes! The fucking little tart's going to earn me a small fortune!'
'It seems strange, using your girlfriend like this. Don't you feel anything for her?' Dave asked.
'No, nothing. I used to but... well, I met someone else. Not that she's around anymore. What Marianne and I have now is a business relationship - and one that works very well! Anyway, enjoy yourself!'
Alone with Dave, Marianne pondered on Barry's words.
Just a whore
. When she'd started messing about with her trigger word, she'd thought his darker side was more or less normal - his male desires unleashed. But now? She'd discovered another side to herself, she reflected. Her insatiable craving for debased sex, her unquenchable thirst for anal sex ... But Barry had more than a mere craving for sex - he was evil!
'You've a beautiful body, Marianne,' Dave enthused. 'As I said the last time I was here, if you were my girlfriend, I certainly wouldn't sell you for. . . still, it's none of my business. I suppose Barry's right, you're just a whore. I'll never forget discovering that fucking great candle stuffed up your cunt! Anyway, I've paid Barry fifty pounds for you, so I want my money's worth! You benefit from the cash he's earning from you, so what the hell?'
I've got all the money!
Marianne reflected smugly as Dave knelt behind her and parted her taut bottom-orbs.
But if only I had control!
Once the house had been signed over to her, she'd chuck Barry out. She'd use her trigger word and order him to go and rent a flat - and never come back!
I could keep him on as my housekeeper!
But, she reflected, there would be little point in throwing him out so long as he retained his power over her.
'This whip looks interesting!' Dave chuckled as he slapped Marianne's buttocks and stood up. 'We'll start with a good thrashing, I think!' he laughed, grabbing the whip. The first lash of the thin leather tails causing her young body to convulse, Marianne vowed to put Barry in the stocks and give him the thrashing of his life by way of retaliation.
What a way to earn fifty pounds!
she thought as the second lash tensed her burning buttocks.