Free Enslaved by Ray Gordon

completely unaware of his audience. Marianne complied, bending over the table with her hands tied behind her back, her feet apart, her bottom-crease yawning. The view from the back garden would be perfect, she was only too aware as she jutted her buttocks and parted her feet even further, displaying her tightly closed anal-ring, her wet, glistening vaginal lips.
    But why hadn't Barry made his entrance? So jealous, so possessive, she'd imagined that he'd have come bounding in the minute she'd slipped her gown off and knelt before John's stiff penis. What the hell was he playing at?
    'And now for your punishment for disobeying my instructions, you dirty little whore!' John bellowed, rolling up a tea towel. Whipping her taut buttocks with the towel, he administered his punishment, causing the whimpering girl's young body to jolt, her buttocks to tense, her tears to stream. 'Your errors need correcting, my girl!' he warned. 'If you're to be my sex slave, you'll have to mend your ways!' Was Barry into bondage and whipping? she wondered as her taut flesh burned, stinging with every lash.
    Biting her lip as he discarded the towel and parted her crimson buttocks, Marianne imagined him entering her there, sliding his huge tool into her young body and fucking her velveteen bottom-sheath.
    His fingertip caressing the sensitive brown tissue surrounding the portal to her bowels, Marianne gasped with the electrifying sensations. But what was Barry up to? she wondered again as John's finger invaded the privacy of her bottom. What the hell was Barry thinking? Massaging her inner anal flesh, John groped between her legs with his other hand and slipped two fingers between her swollen cunt lips and deep into her drenched vagina.
    'Ah, ah, God!' she cried involuntarily as her sheaths tremored, tightening around John's massaging fingers. Her face resting on the pine tabletop, her mouth open, gasping, the very centre of her femininity crudely pillaged, she'd never known such sexual pleasure, such beautiful abandonment.
    'You like having my finger up your bum, don't you?' John asked in his rising wickedness, stretching her tight brown hole open and delving further into her anal tube.
    'Yes, yes, I love it!' Her words of confession fell from her full red lips as she quivered and writhed on the table.
    'Ever had a cock up there?' John persisted in his ever-increasing quest for lust.
    'No, I've never had a ...'
    'Do you want my cock up your tight arse? Do you want me to fuck your tight arse?'
    Her body alive with lust, Marianne desperately wanted John to use her there, to fill her tight anal tube with his throbbing penis and fuck her - fill her bowels with his sperm. But she didn't reply. She was the submissive slave following orders, not begging for this or agreeing to that. As his finger delved deeper into her bottom-hole, bringing her electrifying sensations of depraved sex, she almost gave in and pleaded for him to thrust his penis deep into her bowels and fill her with sperm.
    'Well, do you want my cock up your arse?' he repeated.
    'I... I..
    'Whether you want it or not, you're going to get it!' he chortled, slipping his finger from her hot, tight hole.
    Turning her head to one side, Marianne gazed though slitted eyes towards Barry, lurking behind the bushes, spying. What was he thinking now! What was his plan? Was he masturbating? she wondered, recalling his confession. Was he delighting in watching his girlfriend endure sexual abuse at the hands of another man as he wanked himself off in the bushes? If this was Barry's darker side, then he had severe problems! she concluded as she felt John's solid knob stab between her splayed bottom-cheeks.
    'You're going to enjoy this!' John sniggered as he pressed his purple plum past her yielding anal sphincter. 'You're going to love this, you dirty little whore! I know I am!'
    Gasping as her virginal hole was stretched wide to accommodate her master's bulbous knob, Marianne grimaced. A finger was one