Free Enslaved by Ray Gordon Page B

that he'd lost all reason! No doubt he regretted setting her up and was now trying to blame her for his mistake.
    'I quite enjoyed watching you,' he continued. 'In fact, I've never been so turned on in all my life! Watching my supposedly loving, faithful bloody girlfriend swallowing sperm from another man's cock was a bloody good turn-on! The thought of you going with someone else has always sickened me, but when I actually watched you .. . Funny thing, jealousy. The very idea of you with another man has always .. . Anyway, it's given me an idea. I've decided to .. . No, there's little point in telling you anything whilst you're hypnotized. Bend over the table, as you did for John, and open your buttocks for me. I want you to act like the filthy little tart that you really are!'
    Taking her position, Marianne reached behind her quivering body and splayed her crimson bottom-orbs with her slender fingers, opening the sperm-drenched entrance of her anal sheath to her boyfriend's appreciative gaze.
    'Don't mind if I fuck you there, too, do you?' he asked as she sensed his solid knob pressing against her wet, brown flesh. 'After all, being the filthy, two-timing whore that you are, that's what your holes are for - for fucking! Now, hold on to the table because you're about to be fucked as you've never been fucked in your entire life!'
    Marianne didn't understand Barry's thinking, his logic, or lack of it! But worse, she wondered about the future, her future if she were to stay with him. Having decided to end the relationship, she was now in two minds again. She'd enjoyed Barry watching as John had used and abused her body. She'd enjoyed the experience so much that she didn't want to put an end to the games. But would Barry stop there? Would he bring men home and sit and watch as they fucked her? Would he fall deeper and deeper into his murky well of voyeurism until he drowned in his own vileness? Where will it all end? she wondered as she felt his huge shaft drive into her already stretched and inflamed rectal sheath.
    'Ah, God! I should have done this to you ages ago!' he cried as he drove his weapon in to the hilt, her tight brown ring painfully gripping the broad root of his penis. 'I'll invite John round again this evening. Yes, I'll get him round and then I'll pretend to go out. Perhaps I could set up a hiding place somewhere inside this time? That's it!' he laughed as he withdrew his shaft and crudely impaled her again. 'That's it, I'll spy on you from the dining room, through the serving hatch!'
    Marianne sensed her clitoris swelling at the thought of Barry watching again as John fucked her, ordered her to suck his knob and drink his sperm - as he bound her wrists and whipped her naked buttocks. 'Ah, ah!' she cried as Barry grabbed her hips and thrust into her with such force that the table glided across the floor. 'Ah, no! No, it...'
    'Shut up, tart! This is only the beginning of your new life! You've no idea what I have planned for you, no idea at all!'
    Praying that Barry would quickly discharge his sperm and withdraw his massive cock from her sore duct, Marianne squeezed her blue eyes shut, wondering what the hell had happened to her life, her warm, loving, cosy relationship. Barry was, indeed, a monster - but she was beginning to crave the cold, crude perverted sex. She was even beginning to pray that he'd bring several men to the house to simultaneously use and abuse her.
    Suddenly picturing Barry screwing another woman, shafting another woman to orgasm with his hard penis, Marianne wondered not only where his love for her had gone, but her love for him. The love had been transformed into cold lust, she concluded, wondering now if they'd ever shared real love at all.
    'Your arse is so tight!' Barry gasped as his climax neared. 'Christ! It's so ... so fucking tight!' Marianne shuddered as the beginnings of her own orgasm stirred within her swirling womb. Reaching between her thighs, she massaged her neglected clitoris,