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‘Damn, you’re hot,’ Jimmy said out loud, a grin across his face. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to stick my end into you.’ His hands moved down my body, and soon I felt him positioning his hips between my thighs, his breath hot across my boobs as I lay beneath him.

‘Get yourself nice and open for him, titties,’ smirked one of the other men, and I flushed at being made the subject of their ribald commentary, at being told by a man I didn’t even like to make myself available for another man. ‘It’s just as well the bitch like cock,’ another man chuckled. ‘She’s taking a lot tonight.’

Stealing Bridie: Chapter 9

Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. (Chapter 1 is here).

Between my legs, Jimmy was poking and prodding, looking for my entrance. After his erection slid past my mound a second time, I took pity on him, and angled my hips to seek him.

I wanted him inside me, after all. I felt like a needy swamp down there, desperate to be filled.

‘Oh damn,’ he groaned as he felt himself sliding into me. ‘Oh fuck, oh god, she’s wet. Fuck, I’m inside her. Damn!’

He pushed eagerly into me, treating my body like a fun carnival toy. I whimpered as he penetrated me. I was aroused but, oh gods, I was also so tender down there after Gary had fucked me earlier.

My cunt screamed at me that I was too sensitive, this was too much, but Jimmy, lost in a happy place where he got to use me how he wanted, simply pushed deeper, ignoring my soft cries. Soon, he was fucking me fast and eagerly, rutting with me like a horny male animal desperate to mate.

‘Can I suckle on your boobs?’ he asked me and I met his eyes with a helpless look in my own eyes as his cock stabbed into me again and again, treating me like a fun masturbation toy.

He could do anything to me, he knew he could. Jimmy seemed to realise the absurdity of the question a moment later because he laughed a short laugh, before grabbing both of my breasts painfully in hard hands, pulling them together in front of me and stuffing both of my nipples into his mouth.

He suckled hard, biting almost, and holding the soft globes firmly in place with eager hands. Between my legs, his hips moved in an eager, practised rhythm, faster now, and I groaned at the impersonal feeling — Jimmy was lost in a happy undergraduate dream where he got to use me how he wanted to, where he finally got to fuck a girl who simply let him do what he wanted.

He came both too slowly and too soon. My body was aching sick of being treated like a happy slide, and I was sick of him biting on my breasts, but my body also stupidly wanted more — harder, rougher, crueller than Jimmy could provide. He exploded into me with a surprised, happy yell, his whole body stiffening as he came, splashing his cum directly into my cunt.

‘You’re a good girl, Bridie,’ he said as he got his breath back. ‘You know how to please a man.’

Inside me, his shaft was pulsing with aftershocks, and his body felt hot and heavy against mine, dripping with sweat. I couldn’t believe he was only the second man to fuck me tonight — and I had agreed to fuck all nine of them? I didn’t know what I had been thinking.

‘I’d do you again, anytime you want, Bridie,’ Jimmy said, finally pulling himself up off me. ‘Anytime.’

He was tidying his clothing — he hadn’t ever fully undressed, in the end — but I stopped watching him because Charles was climbing onto the bed.

‘My turn, wife,’ he said cruelly, and I flushed, wondering why he had to be so horrible. ‘You brought this on yourself,’ he said coolly, clearly reading some kind of condemnation in my eyes. ‘I suggested this was a bad idea, but, oh no, you had to know better.’

Please, Charles, I begged with my eyes, but — buoyed by drink and some obscure male humiliation at having watched me fuck two of his friends — Charles was in even less of a mood to be kind than usual.

‘You’re going to do what I tell you for once, Bridie,’ he said flatly. ‘Except it’s not Bridie tonight is it? What do I call you? Titties, is it? The name suits a slut who’d fuck her husband’s friends.’

I flushed, hating him. It wasn’t as though I had come up with the name, after all.

Charles had already removed his tie and he quickly stripped off his shirt and removed his belt. I watched him awkwardly, suddenly wishing all the other men weren’t here to witness how much our relationship had deteriorated. Soon he was kneeling above me, naked, his long dick in his hands as he stroked himself into full hardness.

‘You’re going to do all the things you’ve always refused to do, wife,’ he snarled at me and I flinched. ‘You made yourself into this toy, who can’t say ‘no’. Well, I figure it’s about time I got some pleasure from you. I guess that’s probably what you wanted all along when you started playing this offensive game.’

Please, Charles, stop, I wanted to beg him, but I couldn’t. Far across the room, I could feel Brennan’s sardonic eyes on us. Embarrassed, I read amused condemnation in them, and I wanted to run to him, to explain why I had been so stupid as to marry Charles and then stay with him all these years. It’s not my fault, I wanted to say. And I’m not boring, please.

Mostly, I wanted to say: I won’t bore you. I didn’t want the handsome, electric man to think I was boring.

I gasped as Brennan’s eyes met mine, a knowing look in them. I know, he seemed to say reassuringly. I know, it wasn’t your fault.

I remembered suddenly with an odd clarity what he had said in the dining room down below, and then again in the lounge room.

When you’ve all had her. After you’ve all been inside her. She’ll come to my room. When you’ve all fucked her, then she’ll belong to me.

Suddenly, and far, far too late, I wondered why I hadn’t thought to ask what Brennan had meant by that.

I had assumed he meant that I would spend the rest of the night with him, and I would have to obey him in turn, just as I had obeyed the other men — and, most importantly, it had seemed to me, that Charles wouldn’t have any say over it. But now, as Brennan winked at me, as if to say, ‘don’t worry, all this will be over soon’, a thin trickle of unease ran across my skin.

How had he been able to hypnotise me like that? And what had been the language he was speaking when he did? Why did this whole evening feel as though some absurd fey magic had fallen over it? What had he done to me?

What did he mean by his calm, unrelenting promise from earlier that I would belong to him? It had felt like a promise. The uneasy part of me that had always loved fairytales, despite Charles’ condemnation, remembered that Brennan had repeated it three times.

What have you done to me? I begged the handsome man with my eyes but he didn’t answer me. He just winked at me and nodded with his head that I needed to pay attention to Charles.

Chapter 10 of ‘Stealing Bridie’ is here.

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