Enslaved by Ray Gordon

whimpering as Barry's body suddenly became rigid and his sperm gushed.
    'Right up your hot arse!' he cried as Marianne's clitoris erupted in the most exquisite orgasm her young fingers had ever managed to elicit from her sex-nodule. Her body jolting with every ramming thrust of Barry's hard cock, her cunt spasming, yearning for a cock of its own to grip on, she knew in her heart that her life would now be a life of cold sex.
    Barry was of no consequence now, he meant nothing to her. He was just another man with a penis she'd use for her debased pleasure. He was her voyeur who'd bring her untold pleasure by spying on her, watching her lewd games of depravity.
    Her thoughts turning to Jill, she wondered how Barry would react if he were to see the girl licking between Marianne's pussy lips, or Marianne sucking an orgasm from the young lesbian's pulsating clitoris. It could easily be arranged! she thought as Barry's shaft drove deep into her bottom-hole, pumping the last of his sperm into her bowels.
    As the final ripples of pure sexual ecstasy drifted through her body, she decided to give Barry - the voyeur, the bastard - the most exciting, the most lewd, lesbian show ever. I'll show him that I don't need him and his bloody cock! she mused as he slipped his flaccid tool from her brimming anal sheath. I'll use not only Barry, but all those who discover my word and use me for their perverse filth!
    'You're a bloody good fuck!' Barry praised her as he zipped his trousers. 'Did you enjoy John whipping your lovely arse? You seemed to, from what I saw - so I'll give you a damn good whipping and see just how much you like it!'
    Spying through slitted eyes, Marianne wondered where Barry was going as he left the room. The tea towel was still rolled up ready for the thrashing, so where had he gone? Returning with several lengths of rope, he grinned wickedly as he bound her ankles to the table legs. Taking her hands and spreadeagling her arms, he tied her wrists to the far table legs. Her limbs outstretched, her buttocks splayed, her abused anal hole exposed, she wondered fearfully at his plans for her.
    'Right!' he boomed. 'I'll show you what I do with cheating, two-timing whores!' The first lash of the rope caused Marianne to cry out with the stinging pain. Pink weals appearing across her already burning buttocks, Barry ignored her cries, giving her no quarter, thrashing the girl with all the strength he could muster.
    To Marianne's astonishment, she felt a terrific pang of arousal ran through her pelvis. With every stinging lash, she felt her clitoris respond by transmitting minor orgasmic pulses through her quivering body. Her cries of sexual gratification driving Barry on, he continued the thrashing, losing himself in his wanton debauchery as he reddened the girl's taut, twitching flesh.
    'Enough!' Marianne finally cried. Her buttocks fire-red, her stinging flesh burning, she could take no more. As Barry discarded the rope and sat on a chair gazing at his handiwork, she breathed a sigh of relief. The thrashing had brought her immense satisfaction, but she'd been afraid that the pain would eventually outweigh the pleasure.
    'I don't know what you'll think when you see your arse!' Barry laughed, thrusting two fingers deep into her dripping vaginal sheath. 'You should see your bum! God, you look as if you've been horsewhipped a thousand times!'
    What next? Marianne wondered as Barry's fingers manipulated her hot, creamy vaginal walls. Would he invade the privacy of her tight rectum again once his penis had recovered from the anal fucking it had just given her?
    'I've got to get going,' Barry sighed despondently as he slipped his fingers from her tethered body. 'Shall I leave you tied over the table until I get back? No, I'd better not!' he laughed as he released her. 'There'll be lots more crude sex,
    Marianne!' he warned brutally. 'Lots more wonderfully vile and crude sex and debauchery before I've finished with you, my girl!'
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