Naked Lies Page 12

  "I don't believe you, Jane."

  "I really don't care whether you believe me or not. Of course, you can cause me problems by telling Mat, showing him the photographs and playing him the tape. It will mess my plans up because the house won't be ready until next week, but I can easily stay with a friend in the meantime."

  "There's no way you've been having an affair, Jane. You'd never have allowed me to blackmail you if you were leaving Mat."

  "As I said, I really don't care what you believe."

  "Your confession isn't the only thing I have on tape. I have you saying that you'll pose for me, like the magazine picture. And I recorded you begging to suck my cock and drink my spunk. You then begged me to fuck your mouth and spunk over your tongue. When you were in the lounge with Lisa, the recorder was beneath the sofa. It's a good recording, Lisa telling you to let it come, to be a good little girl and come in her mouth. And judging by your own euphoric utterances, it was a pretty good orgasm."

  "As I said, I don't care."

  "'Don't stop! God, don't stop!' The whole lot is on tape. Lisa saying that you have a nice cunt and asking you whether you'd like her to suck out your milk, you pleading 'yes, yes!'"

  He had far more on me than I'd ever imagined! I'd thought my affair trick would have made him back off, but now? What he had on tape was the ultimate proof of not only my adultery but the lesbian sex I'd had with Lisa. Den, it seemed, had finally won.

  "OK, into the house and strip off," he grinned, leading the way across the lawn. "I'll really put you through your paces this time!"

  "I told you!" I screamed. "It's over!"

  "Unless you do as you're told, you'll be sorry!"

  As he disappeared into the house, I wondered despairingly what to do. If I surrendered yet again, the blackmailing, the sexual abuse, would never end. But if I dug my heels in... As usual, I knew that I had no choice. He had complete domination over me, ruled my very life.

  Dragging myself into the house, my heart thumping hard against my chest, I knew instinctively that I was going to have to endure the most sordid sex yet. I couldn't face another session of sexual corruption, sexual abuse. But my body no longer belonged to me. It was Den's property, to do what he wanted with, when he wanted.

  "One week from today, I won't be here," I asserted in a last ditch attempt to be rid of him as I walked into the lounge. He was pulling lengths of rope from his jacket pockets, ignoring me, obviously not believing one word of my story. "You'll have no one to use and abuse."

  "Why submit then?" he finally asked, running the ropes through his hands.

  "I didn't say that I was going to submit."

  "Take your clothes off and lean over the back of the armchair," he ordered me, taking it for granted that I was going to submit as he pulled the chair into the centre of the room.

  My cunt aching, my clitoris solid, I again wondered why I'd become so hungry for sex. The thought of Den tying me to the chair, abusing me, sent a quiver up my spine, but I had to stop him exploiting me every day. My body wasn't a commodity, an object to be used purely to satisfy his debased desires.

  "Come on, Jane," he said irritably. "I haven't got all day."

  "I'm only doing this because I don't want my plans ruined," I breathed, unbuttoning my blouse and slipping my shoes off. "I don't want to have to leave a week early. I'm only doing this because..."

  "You're doing this because you have no choice. You know as well as I do that you're not leaving Mat."

  Slipping my blouse over my shoulders, my naked breasts displayed to my blackmailer, I tugged my skirt down, revealing my knickerless pussy. He was right. He knew it and I knew it - I had no choice. Leaning over the back of the chair, my head resting on the cushion, my feet wide apart, I allowed him to tie my wrists and ankles, securing me in the demeaning position.

  "I'm just going to get a couple of things from my house," he smiled, leaving the room. A couple of things? I pondered fearfully. How had I again fallen prey to the beast? Why had I been so naive? He'd mentioned the tape recorder before - I should have known that he was taping me when he asked me to beg to suck his cock and swallow his sperm. I'd have to submit to my master now, surrender to his every command. If only I'd...

  Hindsight was no good, I mused. There was no point in looking back, and as for the future... I could see no light at the end of the tunnel of doom. My plan to set Den and Lisa against each other hadn't worked. But it wasn't too late to give the pernicious ball another shove, to keep it rolling, I reflected optimistically. It was my only chance, futile though it was.

  "OK!" Den chuckled as he returned and placed something on the floor behind me. "Take a look at this." Brushing my hair away from my face with the end of a long, thin bamboo cane, he grinned. "Naughty little girls need to be caned," he declared, an evil glint in his eyes. "You've been extremely disobedient, you'll have to be thrashed. But first, I'll blindfold you."

  "Why do that?" I asked shakily.

  "You'll see."

  Wrapping a folded handkerchief around my head, he tied the ends. In the dark, I felt alone, lost, even more defenceless. Why did he have to do this? I wondered. What was the point? In his devilment, I imagined him committing an act so obscene that he didn't want me turning my head and looking at him. Where was the angel of sex, the devil's daughter?

  "Lisa came to see me earlier," I imparted, wondering what on earth I was planning.

  "What, this morning?"

  "Yes, just after Mat left for work."

  "She didn't tell me that..."

  "Why should she tell you? Anyway, I don't suppose she's seen you since."

  "She would have told me, Jane. You're lying."

  "Why would I lie? Why would I say that Lisa came round if she hadn't? I'd have nothing to gain, would I?"

  "Did she want sex?"

  "She came round for a coffee and a chat. Unlike you, she doesn't want debased sex all the time. I think we might become good friends."

  "I'll thrash the truth out of you!" he stormed.

  "I've told you the truth!"

  The first stinging lash of the cane across my tensed buttocks jolting my naked body, I wished I'd never mentioned Lisa. Again, the thin bamboo landed squarely across my quivering bottom-melons with a deafening crack, and I yelped. The marks from the last thrashing hadn't faded yet, and now fresh weals would fan out across my taut buttocks. Mat was bound to notice and...

  "Lisa didn't come here, did she?" he asked angrily, thrashing me again. I had to endure the gruelling punishment, I couldn't admit to lying. "She didn't, did she?" he demanded to know again as the cane struck my stinging bottom. "Tell me you're lying, bitch!"

  On and on he thrashed me, the excruciating pain finally numbing my burning buttocks. But I was determined that he'd never get the truth out of me. He obviously didn't like the idea of Lisa visiting me without his consent. He'd ask her about it and she'd deny it, but the ball was rolling again. He'd begin to doubt her, begin to wonder what her game was - and there'd be no end of trouble.

  "Tell me you're lying, whore!" he stormed again, the cane swatting my burning arse orbs for the umpteenth time. As he continued the merciless thrashing, I remained silent, my whimpers hushed. I was determined to win this round in my quest to set the evil pair against each other. The cane landed across my buttocks with one deafening crack after another, but I bit my lip, not even letting out a yelp as he thrashed me harder.

  "Right, as that doesn't seem to be working, we'll try something else," he muttered, dropping the cane to the floor. Smearing something cold and greasy between my burning buttocks, over my sensitive anal entrance, I thought he was going to commit the ultimate violation on my tethered body and fuck my bottom.

  "This should be fun!" he laughed, pressing something cold and hard against my tightly closed anal rose. "Let's see if your arse is big enough to take a bloody great cucumber!"

  "No!" I screamed in my darkness as the thin end of the fruit slipped past my sphincter muscles and penetrated my tight
duct. "Christ, no!"

  "Tell me you're lying about Lisa, or it'll be Christ, yes!"

  "I wasn't lying! She told me not to tell you that she'd been to see me!"

  "Lying bitch!"

  "No!"

  As he forced the cucumber deep into my tight rectum, my inner flesh stretching to capacity, I knew that, even if I admitted to lying, he'd continue with the plunder of my most private hole. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me, the depths of depravity he'd sunk to. Where had my gentle femininity gone? My bottom-hole aching, I was sure that he'd force his penis up me next, sperm in my bowels. I cried inside.

  "No!" I screamed again as the cucumber glided deeper into my inflamed anal sheath. Ignoring my pleas, he twisted the shaft, repeatedly pulling it out and driving it into me again. My pelvis bloated, my naked body jolting as the huge green shaft thrust in and out of my bottom, I felt that I was going to split open.

  Finally slipping the huge phallus out of my aching bottom-hole, he unzipped his trousers. My cunt lips swollen, parted, my vaginal entrance lay crudely open, inviting his erect penis. Another fucking, I mused numbly as he slipped his knob deep into my cunt, his shaft stretching me. How many more times would he fuck me?

  "No!" I screamed as his shaft glided out of my vagina to press against my inflamed bottom-hole. "Den, no!" Suddenly he drove into me, his huge cock forcing open my rectal duct, his balls pressing against my wet cunny lips as he completely impaled me. Gasping, he withdrew his shaft and drove into me again, my body quivering as the sensations of corrupt sex permeated me. I couldn't believe the debasement, the obscene violation. No one had ever fucked my bottom!

  "Take it out!" I cried as he grabbed my hips, ramming his penis deep into my bowels. "God, take it out!"

  "Never!" he chuckled. "I've been dreaming of fucking your beautiful arsehole!"

  "You're vile!"

  "And you're tight and hot!"

  My inflamed brown ring gripping his thrusting shaft, his knob massaging my rectal tube, I felt my clitoris swell in response to the animalistic abuse of my tethered body. Never had I dreamed that a man's cock forcefully fucking my bottom-hole would turn me on like this. Never had I believed that I'd experience anal sex.

  "I'm going to spunk up your arse!" he chuckled, ramming his swollen knob deep into my bowels. "You enjoy a good arse fucking, don't you?" My eyes squeezed shut, I bit my lip, trying to deny the immense pleasure rolling through my quivering body. Only a whore would derive pleasure from such a debased act, only a common slut, a tart... What was I? I wondered through my sexual haze, the birth of a climax rousing within my contracting womb. Was I the devil's daughter?

  "Here it comes, bitch!" he gasped, ramming into me with a vengeance. I felt his sperm gushing, jetting deep into my bowels, lubricating the shameful coupling. His swinging balls slapping my swollen pussy lips, my anal duct almost riven, repeatedly stretched to capacity, I whimpered as my climax tried to erupt within my neglected clitoris.

  I desperately needed fingers massaging between my drenched cunt lips, rubbing my throbbing sex nodule, bringing out my orgasm, and I imagined Lisa masturbating me as Den fucked my bottom. My thoughts rising from the bottom of a deep pool of depravity, the depths of immorality, I was shocked. What lurked within the dark shadows of my mind? I wondered. Evil monsters, sex fiends... Was I evil?

  Panting as his climax faded, Den slowed his pistoning cock, the last of his sperm oozing from his knob. I could feel his male cream lubricating his glans, lessening the friction of my hot rectal walls as he slowly withdrew and entered me. Was he satisfied now? Would he release me and allow me to rest after the thrashing, the anal abuse?

  Sliding his shaft out of my inflamed bottom sheath, he checked the blindfold, ensuring that I couldn't see. What was his plan? What evil act was he going to commit next? He was moving about behind me, fiddling with something. Was I to endure the cucumber again?

  As he yanked my buttocks apart, I could feel his lust juice inside me, bathing me, oozing from my open anal portal and running down between my cunt lips. Imagining Lisa licking between my thighs, lapping up the spilled orgasmic cream, I shuddered. I needed to come, to experience a massive orgasm to relieve my sexual tension, and I prayed for Den to slip his hand between my wet thighs and bring me off.

  "Right, now for another arse fucking!" he laughed. "My cock's ever-ready to fuck you, always stiff and hard!"

  "Please, not again!" I protested as I felt the eager knob pressing against my tender brown ring. "Den, I can't take it again!"

  "Of course you can! That's what your arsehole is for, a damned good fucking."

  His knob gliding deep into my sperm-filled rectal tube, I grimaced, wondering at his unquenchable thirst for debauched sex, his insatiable penis. Could I endure anal sex twice every day? Could I suffer a thrashing every day? How would I feel the next time Mat made love to me? When Mat entered my vagina, I'd recall the anal fucking, the thrashing. A deep sense of debasement engulfed me.

  "God, you're bloody hot and tight!" Den cried. "I'm going to spunk up your arse again!" His shaft swelling, opening me, he began to gasp as his orgasm approached. My clitoris still sadly neglected, I desperately needed to come, but the beast's pleasure was obviously more important than mine. As he grunted, my bottom bucking, I felt the sperm jettisoning into me again, my bowels brimming with male cream as his shaft slid in and out of my sore anal sheath.

  Slowing his thrusting, his balls drained, he finally stilled his cock, his knob deep within the burning heat of my bowels. My pelvic cavity bloated, my anal canal inflamed, my brown ring taut around the base of his huge cock, I waited for him to withdraw and allow me to rest.

  "Two loads of spunk!" he chuckled. I lifted my head, my heart racing as I realized that he was kneeling on the floor at the front of the chair.

  "Who..." I began as the penis within my anal duct twitched.

  "A friend of mine," Den sniggered. "You've had your arse fucked by two different cocks."

  "You bastard!" I screamed as the uncharted penis slipped out of my sore bottom-hole. "You bastard!"

  "You sucked the sperm out of another man's cock through the hole in the fence last night, and now you've had your arse fucked by two men!"

  "That's it!" I cried as the lounge door closed and his accomplice made his escape. "Never again will I..."

  "You don't have a choice, slave!" Den laughed, slipping the blindfold off my head.

  Releasing the ropes, he helped me to stand up. Now what? I wondered as he gathered up his instruments of abuse, the cane and a jar of Vaseline. Was I to kneel either side of his head with my cunt pressed against his open mouth? The notion swelled my clitoris, sent an electrifying tingle through my quivering womb.

  "I'll be back later to take some more photographs," he grinned, stuffing the ropes into his jacket pocket as he moved to the door.

  "You're not taking any more!" I hissed.

  "I'll see you later."

  Surveying the room as he left by the back door, I gazed at the cucumber lying on the floor, unable to believe that he'd managed to force the massive shaft deep into my bottom-hole. Picking the fruit up, I pushed the chair back into place, looking for any other evidence of sexual abuse. Apart from my clothes strewn across the floor, the only testimony was my weal-lined buttocks.

  My bottom aching, two men's sperm oozing from my inflamed brown hole and trickling down my legs, I decided to take a shower. How many more men would he bring round? I wouldn't open the door when he returned with his camera, I'd had more than enough for one day! As I was about to gather my clothes up, I glanced idly out of the window - and froze. Mat was standing by his car, talking to Den. What the hell was he doing home?

  My heart pounding, my hands trembling, I knew I had to get upstairs to the bathroom before my husband came in. The last thing I needed was him catching me naked in the lounge again. Kicking the cucumber beneath the sofa, I scanned the room again for incriminating evidence before making my getaway.

  "Not again!"
Mat gasped as he appeared in the doorway. "Christ, Jane, what on earth..."

  "Oh, hi," I smiled weakly. "I was just about to take a shower."

  "What have you been up to? And don't tell me that you've been exercising!"

  "Up to? I've been gardening, exercising, and now I'm about to..."

  "I've just been talking to Den," Mat broke in angrily as I tugged my skirt up, concealing my crimson buttocks, my dripping cunt, the sperm oozing from my bottom-hole.

  "What did he say?" I endeavoured to ask innocently.

  "He said that you're going to live in the Cotswolds with another man."

  "What?" I laughed, buttoning my blouse. "Live in the..."

  "You told him that you're leaving me next week."

  "I told him... He's mad, I never said anything of the sort!"

  "Don't lie to me."

  "I'm not lying! Mat, in all honesty, if I was going to leave you, do you think I'd tell Den?"

  "Don't deny it, Jane."

  "I do deny it! What the hell is he trying to do?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean, why is Den trying to cause trouble between us by lying? Leave you for another man? Live in the Cotswolds? Good God, he's off his head!"

  "Are you sure you've said nothing about the Cotswolds or..."

  "Mat, I don't even know where the Cotswolds are! Wait a minute... This all fits into place. The magazine pages, Den lying about me leaving you... He's trying to break us up."

  "Why would he want to do that?"

  "How the hell do I know? Another thing, that woman who asked for you - I reckon it was Lisa. Den must have put her up to it."

  As Mat poured himself a scotch, I realized how well things were going my way. If Mat believed that Den was trying to cause problems, trying to split us up, I might be able to put an end to the whole affair. This was the perfect excuse not to go to Den's for a meal that evening, or ever have him visit us.

  "There's no way I'm going to his place tonight," I said firmly. "Or any other night, for that matter."

  "We can't just not turn up," he sighed.

  "You'll have to go and tell him that we're not going. And don't invite him here again, I want nothing to do with him. Leaving you to live in the Cotswolds? For Christ's sake!"