‘Get my trousers open and my dick out,’ Gary ordered me, his voice harsh and flat. ‘You’re going to suck me off, titties. Get me hard, so I can teach you your place.’
Bridie has agreed to fuck all of her husband’s friends. Their host, Brennan, hypnotised her to have to obey them. Now she’s learning just how humiliating it will be to be the men’s fucktoy…
Stealing Bridie: Chapter 6
Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. (Chapter 1 is here).
‘Get my trousers open and my dick out,’ Gary ordered me, his voice harsh and flat. ‘You’re going to suck me off, titties. Get me hard, so I can teach you your place.’
My fingers trembling, I unfastened Gary’s belt buckle, shivering as I saw how large his erection already was inside his trousers. It didn’t look to me as though there was going to be much work for me to ‘get him hard’. He pulled his erection out of his boxers as I lowered his zipper, not waiting for me, and waved it in my face.
I gulped — Gary’s cock was big and hard and I realised all over again how absurd this was. I didn’t like him, I didn’t even really know him, but I was going to let him stick himself in my mouth.
‘Lick me, titties,’ he ordered. ‘Show me what that mouth is good for.’
I flushed but I obeyed, licking up his shaft and across his thick, circumcised head. He rubbed his tip across my lips as I licked, and I shivered to feel his precum settle, slippery and invasive on my skin.
‘Inside, darling,’ he sneered unpleasantly. ‘Open up, love. There’s a long queue after me, you don’t want to keep your admirers waiting, do you?’
I gulped but I opened my lips, letting him feed his thick shaft into my mouth. I choked almost immediately on his strong musky scent as I started lick and suckle on him.
Oh gods, I had missed this.
I had used to enjoy giving blow jobs before I married Charles, but Charles had always treated everything like his right and not just a fun experience we were having together. As I felt Gary’s shaft stiffen even more in my mouth, a glittering stream of desire flushed from my tongue and mouth down into my groin, leaving me gasping with sudden need.
‘Someone’s enjoying herself,’ Gary said snidely. ‘I never knew you were such a slut, Bridie, or I’d have done you against the wall years ago.’
He was being horrible but I didn’t care. I wanted sex so much, even if it was with him.
‘Get up here,’ he said eventually, using a hand in my hair to pull my head up off his cock.
He pulled me physically up onto the bed, pushing me down onto my back as he ripped his own clothes off, and soon I was lying looking up at him, suddenly terrified. Oh gods, he was naked. This rough, uncouth man was going to fuck me, and watching his hungry desire as he positioned himself above me, he wasn’t even going to use a condom.
His shaft was streaming precum down across the naked skin of my stomach and I shivered, gasping, trying to somehow get my thoughts together.
What would it feel like to be fucked by Gary? What would it feel like, after nearly ten years, to have sex with anyone? What on earth had I even been thinking?
‘It’s happening, titties,’ Gary gloated, clearly seeing the confusion in my face. He laughed out loud, suddenly, a snide, sneering laugh. ‘I know you’re not very good in the sack, but you want to try to give me a good time at least.’
‘Yeah,’ I heard one of the other men say. ‘You want to give all of us a good time, girl. Or we’ll punish you.’
‘I’m going to punish the bitch anyway,’ another man said, and I shivered, wishing that everything was happening more slowly, wishing that it was already over, half of me wishing that I had never agreed in the first place.
‘Look at me, titties,’ Gary said, stroking his hand down the side of my face. ‘Yes,’ he agreed, as I met his eyes, my own eyes wide and a bit panicked. ‘My big dick is going inside your wet little hole,’ he promised me, naked lust on his face. ‘I’m going to split you open.’
I moaned, but I couldn’t work out if it was fear or my own need driving me, as he lowered his body down over mine, his hips settling between my legs as if he belonged there. He was gasping, his breath coming short and fast, and he groped my breasts with arrogant need, clearly enjoying touching their soft roundness.
‘Tell me you want me, darling,’ he grunted, finally moving his hands down my torso to my hips. ‘Beg your master for his cock inside you. Do it!’
‘I want you,’ I gasped, crying out as I felt his erection sliding up and down through my wetness, poking at me, exploring me. ‘P-please, master,’ I moaned, feeling humiliated all over again at the honorific. ‘Please, m-may I have your cock inside me?’
‘Are you going to be good to me?’ he asked roughly, his thumbs moving erotically across the sensitive place where my stomach met my hips. ‘A good, obedient slut, on her back with legs spread? Where you belong?’
‘Yes,’ I said, gasping, overwhelmed. ‘Yes, I’ll be good. I’ll obey you.’
‘You bet you will,’ Gary sneered at me. ‘You ready to scream, darling?’
No, I wanted to cry out, but instead I felt myself gasping and crying out as Gary started to push his thick erection into me.
I hadn’t had sex in years and even though I was wet, it almost hurt as he stretched me. My body was tight, as if I had forgotten how to open up to welcome a man, and I heard myself crying out loud, shrieking as he pushed roughly into me.
‘Damn, you’re tight,’ he grunted, using his hands on my hips to hold me at the right angle, and then he pushed harder and I felt his whole head slide into me, stretching me almost to breaking point.
From somewhere far away, I could hear Charles saying snide things about me — that’s my wife, the whore, look how she refuses me for years and then hops happily onto her back for my friends — but I couldn’t concentrate on him because Gary was shoving himself deeper into me, impaling me.
‘That’s it, darling,’ he grunted as he came to rest fully inside me. He met my eyes, a look of startled triumph in his own. ‘I’m inside you, Bridie,’ he grinned, as if getting his dick inside me was a trophy for him. ‘Too late to back out now,’ he chuckled. ‘Not that you can back out, can you? Stupid little whore has to do what she’s told.’
I didn’t know why he had to be so horrible but I had no time to process it. Holding me close to him with his hands, Gary started to grind deeply into my insides, treating my body as his pleasure toy. It felt good and it hurt at the same time — I was wretchedly unused to intercourse — and I wanted to simultaneously cry out for him to stop and for him to fuck me harder and deeper.
‘How is she?’ a man asked from far above, but Gary wasn’t really interested in the interruption of his pleasure.
‘She’s good enough,’ he said shortly. ‘Better now she’s obeying.’
He pulled himself out of me and thrust hard into me as he spoke. I screamed involuntarily at the intensity of the sensation, knowing this was just the beginning. Oh gods, how was I going to take all eight of them? Nine, if you included Brennan’s promise that he would have me when the other men were done. What had I been thinking?
Gary’s hands slid up my body, finding and squeezing my breasts painfully, then he started to hammer himself into me, using the full force of his weight above me and his leverage to slam his dick into me again and again. I screamed, choking as my vision blurred, and then I found myself screaming in time with his thrusts, unable to stop myself as he single-mindedly sought his pleasure inside me.
It was almost a surprise when Gary came inside me, his face going blank for a moment, before he gasped his triumph as the whole lower half of his body stiffened with his release.
‘Damn,’ he gasped, his breath fast and shallow, sweat dripping off him. He met my eyes, clearly trying to regain his earlier cockiness. ‘I’m… I’m inside you now, titties,’ he sneered, gathering his composure, his cock shivering with aftershocks inside me.
I trembled at the thought of Gary’s cum inside me, settling into me. I couldn’t believe what I had done — I had let one of my husband’s rude, unkind friends fuck me roughly and ejaculated right inside me, as if my cunt belonged to him.
‘What’s she like?’ one of the other men asked again, eagerness in his voice.
Gary blinked, still trying to regain his breath, then he pulled himself up off me with a single move, his softening cock sliding out of me so that I gasped.
‘She’s got a hole between her legs,’ Gary sneered, looking at me once, before rolling away and reaching for his bathrobe across the back of a nearby chair. ‘Like any woman. I’ll do her again though.’
He tied the bathrobe around himself while I still lay there, feeling suddenly exposed and nervous. Everyone had watched Gary fuck me, and I knew one of them would want me next.
‘Push her on her back, tell her to get her legs open,’ Gary sneered, meeting my eyes with bravado in his own. Part of me knew he was faking it — he had enjoyed fucking me and he didn’t want to let his friends see how good it had been for him. ‘Shove your dick inside her to show her who’s boss. Isn’t that right, titties?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered, wondering why he had to be so horrible. My body ached and I felt exposed. I was so wet between my legs, I felt as though his cum was sliding out of me for everyone to see what a slut I had been.
Gary moved back onto the bed, stroking his hand up my torso, and forcing my chin up to meet his eyes.
‘Did you enjoy me fucking you, titties?’ he asked softly. ‘Say yes. Remember to call me Master.’
‘Yes, Master,’ I whispered, knowing it was true.
Chapter 8 of ‘Stealing Bridie’ is here.
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