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  'You're very hot and wet!' John remarked, chuckling like an excited schoolboy as he massaged her inner flesh. 'Just think, I can call round when Barry's at work and do what I like with your beautiful body! God, I can have a beautiful naked girl follow my every command whenever I want - with no strings.'

  The notion excited Marianne and, again, she told herself that none of this was her doing. If ever she was caught committing her wanton act of infidelity, she'd be completely blameless. She smiled inwardly as the amazing thought stuck her. If anything, Barry's to blame!

  Slipping his finger from her tightening vagina John ordered his sex slave to get on all fours. 'On your hands and knees like a dog,' he laughed as she submissively took her position. 'That's it, knees wide apart so I can see your pretty cunt lips below your arse-crack.'

  Never had Marianne so crudely and blatantly exposed the centre of her femininity to Barry, let alone another man! Her mind reeling with images of her distended vaginal lips, her exposed bottom-hole, her clitoris throbbed. Jutting her bottom out in her new-found devilry as uncharacteristic thoughts besmirched her mind, she half hoped that Barry would return and discover her debauchery. That would teach the bastard a lesson for exposing my pussy to John! she gloated. If anyone's to blame, its Barry!

  'I really don't know how far to go, Marianne,' John debated as he gazed at her invitingly swollen pussy lips, her yawning dividing groove. 'I'd like to shove my cock right up your hot cunt and fuck you but... I don't know, it doesn't seem right.'

  Please, fuck me! she found herself thinking in her sexual delirium as her juices seeped from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. Never had she felt so sexually alive! Never had she dreamed that she'd crave lewd sex like this!

  Moving behind her, John slipped three fingers into hen drenched pussy-hole and explored her inner femininity. His penis straining for relief, for her gripping cunt, he knew that he could hold back no longer. 'Oh well,' he sighed lustfully as he slipped his wet fingers from the girl's hot duct. 'Barry will be ages, and you'll know nothing about it - so I might as well give you a bloody good fucking.'

  Squeezing her eyes shut as she sensed John's purple knob between her hot vaginal lips, Marianne gasped as he rammed the entire length of his broad shaft deep into her quivering body. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her with the urgency of a young man discovering the joys of sex for the first time. His heavy balls swinging, his belly slapping her buttocks as he took her closer, higher to her illicit sexual heaven, he moaned his debased appreciation for her body.

  'You're a bloody good fuck, you filthy little whore!' he gasped, increasing his rhythm. Never had Marianne heard such coarse words. Barry's sexual mutterings had always been of love, satisfaction and appreciation - until now. But John's obscene words excited her beyond belief, roused something deep within her subconscious - something that had been lurking, sleeping.

  'I'm going to spunk up your cunt,' John breathed as he sensed his climax approaching. 'Ah, God, you're fucking good! I'm going to come round every day and give your tight cunt a damned good fucking!' he promised. Marianne quivered, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm neared. John's crude words playing on her mind, she wondered at herself, her wanton infidelity, her uncharacteristically lewd behaviour. Barry had once asked her whether she'd mind him talking dirty to her. She'd shunned the idea, telling him that it sickened her. But now she was revelling in John's expletives, his vulgarity.

  'Coming!' John cried as his sperm gushed into her spasming vagina. 'Coming up your tight cunt!' Marianne shuddered as she sensed her master's sperm pumping, filling her sex-duct to the brim. Her orgasm ripping through her naked body, taking her to terrifying depths of depravity, she prayed that John would return every day and use and abuse her.

  Her arms collapsing, she rested her head on the carpet, her buttocks projected up and back, the open centre of her naked body now blatantly displayed to her master. Looking back, watching his balls swinging between her legs as her mind-blowing orgasm gripped her, she realized what she'd been missing - the depraved sex, the tremendous pleasure on tap from uninhibited debauchery. Her mind reeling, she imagined men coming to the house in their droves, all using the magical word - and her naked body for the satisfaction of their base sexual desires.

  'God, that was good!' John gasped as he withdrew his wet shaft from the girl's inflamed love-hole and sat back on his heels. 'I'd better clean your cunt before you dress, you're dripping with my spunk and your come-juice,' he laughed as he zipped up his jeans.

  Marianne gasped as John's tongue ran up her bottom-crease, tasting the sensitive flesh encircling the private entrance to her bowels. Never before had she allowed anyone to pay intimate attention to her smaller hole, and she shuddered as the exotic sensations permeated her very being.

  What would her sex life with Barry be like after this? she wondered. But now, he'd always use the magic word. Never again would he make love to her as he had in the past - not now that her body was his for the abusing at the drop of a word. Not now that she was a submissive sex slave.

  Moving his attention down to her distended, glistening pussy lips, John sucked on her soft girl-flesh. Her body quivering again as his tongue entered her pinken hole, she prayed that he'd engulf her glowing clitoris in his hot mouth and take her to another mind-blowing climax. Lapping the juices from her sex-groove, his tongue sweeping over the sensitive tip of her swelling clitoris, Marianne cried out, whimpering as her second orgasm stirred within her womb, shaking her perspiring body.

  Lying on the floor with his head between her knees, John pulled her down, settling her open vulva over his mouth. Sucking on her clitoris, he brought out her shuddering orgasm, sustaining her incredible mind-blowing pleasure, delighting the girl's dreamlike state, her complete and utter abandon. As her climax subsided she crumpled and rolled onto her back, stretching her trembling body out across the carpet. Spasming, her head tossing from side to side, her long blonde matted, concealing the blatant satisfaction plain in her expression, she rested her sated body.

  'You'd better get dressed,' John smiled, gazing at the naked girl, the gentle rise of her mons, her inflamed pussy-crack between her ostentatiously spread thighs. 'I'll come again in the morning and fuck you rotten.'

  Dressing, Marianne suddenly sensed a terrifying remorse. Guilt filtering into her mind, she began to realize just what she'd done. Her relationship with Barry would never be the same, not now she'd been unfaithful to him. Their sex life would be incredible, but only when Barry used the word. Never would they be able to make love together normally. Nothing would ever be the same again - unless she pretended the word had gone, been erased from her subconscious good. But even that wouldn't erase the vile act of lust she'd committed with John.

  As she flopped into the armchair, John retrieved her from hypnosis and smiled at her. 'Thanks for the coffee. I'd better get going now or I'll never finish my thesis.'

  'Yes, all right,' Marianne replied softly, imagining him gloating over the sight of her open body, her bottom-hole, gaping pussy lips. 'I hope Barry won't be too long.'

  'I'll stay until he gets back, if you want.'

  'No, no, it's all right. You go and finish your thesis.' Seeing John out, Marianne closed the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. 'God, what the hell have I done?' gasped, recalling John's words. I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten. 'What the bloody hell have I started?'

  Climbing the stairs she slipped out of her clothes and crawled under the quilt. Praying that Barry wouldn't return and whisper treacherous words in her ear, use her aching body for an hour of depraved sex, she closed her eyes. I'll come round in the morning and fuck you rotten. As sleep engulfed her she relaxed, her curvaceous body calm, her breathing slow. Her satiated vagina empty - for a while, at least!

  Chapter Two

  Marianne had thought that the cold reality of her promiscuity had hit her the night before, but when she woke and turned her head to see Barry sleeping beside her, s
he realized the horror of her debauched behaviour. Her wanton infidelity had changed everything, ruined her future.

  They'd planned to marry in the autumn - the honeymoon in Barbados had been booked and paid for. But now Marianne knew that she couldn't go through with the wedding. Her discovery of Barry's sexual depravity was of lesser consequence now she knew that John, and possibly all men, were the same beneath their chivalrous exteriors. What did worry her was her own darker side, the real Marianne hiding behind what she now realized was a facade.

  'All right, love?' Barry yawned as he opened his eyes and turned his head to face her.

  'Yes, I'm all right,' she replied softly as he rolled over and put his arm around her waist.

  'I didn't get back until three.'

  'I know - I heard you come in.'

  'At least I was able to salvage most of the video. Sorry you had to go to bed alone.'

  'That's okay, it couldn't be helped.'

  'I've got a busy day ahead, I'm afraid. I'll probably be late home tonight. What have you got planned, anything interesting?'

  I'll come round again in the morning and fuck you rotten. Marianne cringed, her blue eyes wide as John's words drifted through her racked mind. Even though she tried to console herself with the thought that it had been Barry's fault, her guilt was rising fast. God, Jill's coming round, she remembered. Aware of a warm stickiness between her thighs, and Barry's solid penis pressing against her leg, she threw the quilt back and slipped her bathrobe over her shoulders.

  'I've nothing planned,' she replied, praying that Barry wouldn't use the word - use her defenceless body. 'Jill's coming round for coffee this morning, but I've nothing else planned,' she added as she slipped out of the room. She made a dash for the bathroom before Barry's penis demanded that he use the word and slip his knob deep into the welcoming warmth of her wet cunt - or her accommodating mouth!

  Cleansing her body in the shower, she gazed down between her pert breasts at her rubicund pussy lips and smiled. 'You'll get me into trouble!' she giggled, massaging perfumed soap between her soft sex-folds. 'My bloody word will get me into trouble.' Rinsing the lather from her gentle curves, she stepped out of the shower and slipped into her gown before returning to the bedroom.

  Barry was dressed and ready to leave, to Marianne's relief. 'I didn't realize what the time it was,' he groaned, kissing her cheek. 'No time for breakfast, I'm afraid. I'll see you later, love,' he called as he bounded down the stairs.

  That's one potential problem out of the way, she thought happily as the front door slammed shut. Slipping her gown off, she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wondering at the potential of her body. Again, she imagined several men discovering her secret word and calling the house to use her for debased sex. If only I had my own flat, she found herself thinking, all too aware now of her sexuality. God, the fun I could have if Barry wasn't around! Monogamy - the word had taken on a new meaning for Marianne. Monogamy, once so precious, bringing security - now it was synonymous with such horrifying words as chains, prisoner - slave. Barry has power over me, she mused dolefully. But no, I have power over him! He thinks that he's using me, but I'm using him! The sudden realization pleased her. In Barry's eyes she was the innocent party - but in reality, she was the perpetrator. But she was fearful of herself, the Marianne she hadn't known existed - the unknown Marianne waking within her.

  As she ran her fingertips around her stiffening nipples, darkening her areolae, her mind became torn again. Her thoughts lurching between her new-found dangerous games of lust and the real world, she wondered whether to pretend that she was out when John called. Playing the game with Barry was one thing, but with John - and with whoever else might discover the word?

  Her fingers wandering over her smooth stomach, she closed her eyes as she located the top of her sex-groove and remembered John's massive penis buried deep within her hot vagina as he shafted her to orgasm. Circling her swelling clitoris, she breathed heavily. 'God, I can't masturbate now,' she gasped, grabbing her clothes and quickly dressing before she fell prey to her insatiable clitoris.

  Eyeing the clock as she sat at the kitchen table sipping her coffee, Marianne wondered when John, her master, would arrive for his debauched sex session. She also wondered whether he'd told anyone else. God, he might turn up with half a dozen friends! To her horror, and her delight, the thought sent a thrill up her spine - a quiver through her womb. Imagining several young men attending her most intimate needs, she desperately tried to take a grip on herself.

  The doorbell rang as if signalling that her time had come, and her heart leaped. 'What shall I do?' she whispered as she stood up and walked through the hall, the word master looming in her racked mind. Remorse came again, flooding her mind, gnawing away at her soul. 'I should never have allowed John to...' Recognizing Jill through the frosted glass, she opened the door and breathed easily again.

  'Thank God it's you,' she smiled, closing the door and leading the attractive nineteen-year-old into the kitchen.

  'Why, who else are you expecting?' Jill asked.

  'Oh, no one special. Coffee?'

  'Thanks. So, you reckon that this trigger word of yours works, do you?'

  'I know it works.'

  'I was thinking about it after you'd phoned last night. You're not pretending, are you?' Jill asked suspiciously.

  'Pretending?' Marianne echoed nonchalantly. 'Pretending what?'

  'The trigger word. It occurred to me that you could pretend to have had a word implanted in your subconscious so you could trick Barry.'

  'Why on earth would I want to do that?'

  'For fun. I was thinking about it, the fun you could have if he thought you were hypnotized. Don't you see the potential? You could play all sorts of games. He might even turn you into his sex slave! You might discover a host of sordid sexual fantasies that Barry secretly harbours!'

  Strange how people unwittingly hit the nail on the head, Marianne reflected, gazing into the girl's dark eyes. Some people, and in particular Jill, seem to have the uncanny knack of seeing through the wool.

  'The word works, Jill,' Marianne replied firmly. 'There's no pretence, I can assure you. Anyway, I enjoyed the course. I met some interesting people,' she smiled, desperate to change the subject. 'There was this awful woman from Hull who...'

  'Juxtaposition.'

  Stifling a laugh Marianne feigned her hypnotic state, expecting Jill to order her to hop on one foot and sing a song or something as equally ridiculous. Her eyes staring blankly, her pretty face expressionless, she was beginning to master the fine art of deception.

  'So, you reckon that you're in some sort of hypnotic trance, do you?' Jill asked mockingly. 'Let's put you to the test. Show something, something in the house that you'd rather I didn't know about - a secret. It could be a court summons, a letter from an admirer - anything.'

  Thinking quickly, Marianne remembered the vibrator that Barry had bought her. Leaving the room, she climbed the stairs and grabbed the pink cylindrical device from the cupboard, grinning as she wondered at Jill's reaction to her sexy secret. Returning to the kitchen, she placed the phallus on the table, wondering why she'd never experimented with the sex-toy. Her panties moistening at the thought of masturbating, bringing her clitoris to orgasm with the vibrator, she awaited her mistress's instructions.

  'A vibrator!' Jill shrieked. 'Now that is something I'll bet you don't want me to know about! Oh, and it has batteries,' she giggled, switching the device on and sensually pushing the buzzing tip across her cheek. 'Show me how to use it. Show me how you make yourself come with your vibrator.'

  Marianne froze, praying that her friend was joking. But, joking or not, this was another test - and one that she daren't fail. How many tests will there be? And how many people will put me to the test?

  Jill was infamous for letting secrets out, deliberately putting her foot in it to shock people - to embarrass people. Marianne recalled the time when she'd first met Barry, and Jill delighted in c
ontinually talking about Steve, an older, married man whom Marianne had once become entangled with. Although Barry hadn't been on the scene at the time, his jealousy had quickly surfaced and he'd demanded to know whether she'd finished with Steve or not - even accusing her of lying when she swore that it had been over for some time. Unless Marianne passed the test, Jill would revel in enlightening Barry, delight in telling him of Marianne's hoax. If she was exposed, then John would know that...

  She had to go through with the test, or at least be seen to go through the motions. The minute Jill realized that she was going to slip her panties down and use the vibrator, Marianne consoled herself, her mistress would stop her. This will be three people I've convinced, she mused as she lifted her skirt up over her stomach, wondering exactly when Jill would halt her.

  'You might as well take your skirt off,' Jill said softly, to Marianne's dread. Her voice was low, husky - sensual. 'We don't want it getting in the way of your masturbating, do we?'

  Was she bluffing? Marianne wondered as she unzipped her skirt and wriggled the garment down her long legs. There had always been rumours concerning Jill, her sexual identity. Until now Marianne had laughed off the accusations, the jokes about Jill being a lesbian. She'd never had a boyfriend and she lived alone in her small flat, but that didn't make her a lesbian, did it?

  'And now your panties,' Jill giggled as Marianne stepped out of her skirt. The magical word was certainly revealing a darker side of those around her. Having discovered one or two of Barry's secret fantasies, and John's blatant lack of morals and respect, she was now learning something about Jill.

  'Come on, take them off, Marianne,' Jill coaxed. 'I've always fancied you, your beautiful body.'

  Always fancied my body? Her mind aching, her hands trembling, Marianne was shocked. Always fancied my body? Was there to be no end to the shocking revelations? she wondered as she gazed at Jill through her eyelashes. The time had come to put an end to the dangerous games!