Pixie Isobella

‘You could have done this years ago, you stupid, pointless bitch,’ Charles grunted, gripping my hips so hard I was afraid he was going to bruise me. I could feel his anger and resentment and I wanted to laugh — he thought he was humiliating me as he fucked me, he thought he had finally gotten the ‘hole’ he had wanted forever.

But all I could think was that it felt amazing and it felt amazing because of Brennan. Because Brennan was watching as Charles’ erection slid in and out of me. Because Brennan knew that I was bent forward like this, taking cock in my arse, simply because he had ordered me to and because I had obeyed.

I’m his, I thought helplessly, and I didn’t even know what I meant by that.

Stealing Bridie: Chapter 11

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

‘My turn.’

It was James, walking up to the bed, his impatience to fuck me written in every angle of his stance.

‘She’s my wife,’ Charles snapped. ‘I’ll take the time I need.’

He was softening after cumming inside my butt, his hands resting hot and hard on my hips.

I blushed as I saw James’ eyes run down over me, still bent forward in doggy position, my husband’s cock in my arse. I was glad that my face was half buried in the bedclothes. I had no idea how I was going to face these men in the morning. What had I even been thinking, letting them do this? The memory of this night would live forever in our relationships — and, obscurely worse, their knowledge of my sluttiness would also live forever.

I would forever see this night in their eyes every time they looked at me — their knowledge of what I looked like naked, of what I felt like when I was beneath them. And, I shivered, I would also see their endless wondering if I would do it again.

‘It’s my turn,’ James said belligerently. ‘I’ve waited patiently, even though this was my idea and I should have gone first. Your wife is my hole now, Charles. I’m going to knock her out,’ he boasted.

‘Heh,’ sneered Rick from where he was lounging on an armchair behind James. ‘She looks pretty knocked out already. Move over, Charles,’ he added. ‘There’s plenty of us behind James, you know. Don’t be selfish.’

‘She’s my wife,’ Charles muttered thickly, truculently. He knew he had to move over but his reluctance to share me with these men was rearing its jealous head again.

I whimpered to myself, probably too low for the men to hear. I didn’t like them fighting over me like this but I also wanted Charles out of me and his hands off me. James would be unkind and unpleasant when he fucked me, but some deeply aroused part of me could see how large his erection already was inside his trousers.

I wanted that inside me, and as soon as possible. I wanted him to be rough and brutal, even if he said degrading, humiliating things to me while he fucked me.

‘She’s my hole,’ James said again when Charles didn’t move, an unpleasant note entering his voice. ‘You want me to be kind to her, Charles?’ he added, sneering. ‘The longer you make me wait, the harder and rougher I’m going to be. I’m sure you don’t want your wife crying because I fucked her precious little throat too hard?’ he sneered unkindly.

I shivered at James’ brutality. Of course, I had no choice about what would happen to me, not any more. If he wanted to fuck my throat, he could. He could do anything to me that he wanted, unless Brennan stopped him.

And somehow, I didn’t think the enigmatic man who had hypnotised me was going to let free until he had what he wanted.

‘I don’t care what you do to her,’ Charles snapped, finally letting go of my hips, shoving me aside as he pulled out of me and rolled away. ‘This was all her idea anyway. Wasn’t it, titties?’ he sneered down at me.

I didn’t answer — I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know the answer. I felt like it had been Brennan’s idea and we were all dancing to his piping.

‘Be as rough as you like,’ Charles snapped again callously, pulling a t-shirt over his head. ‘I don’t care.’

I lay on the bed, still sprawled where Charles had flung me. Gods, I felt sticky and filthy. I was so wet between my legs and I had both mine and the other men’s sweat all over me. I was still so aroused though and, as James met my eyes, I trembled in anticipation. I knew I wanted him to fuck me as hard, as brutally as he could.

I had never had sex like this before and my body was enjoying it too much to want to stop anytime soon.

James had already removed his tie and he was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an impressive chest and set of abs that showed he worked out hard.

‘Crawl across the bed to me, slut,’ he ordered me, pulling his shirt off and flinging it to the side. ‘I want to see you kneeling at my feet. Charles’ stuck-up wife,’ he added, stepping slightly to the side to give me room to climb off the bed.

I crawled towards him, unable to disobey, flushing all over again with mortification as all the men saw me obeying James.

‘That’s right,’ the man said patronisingly as I reached the edge of the bed. ‘Get on the floor,’ he added, his words a command. ‘On your knees, bitch,’ he said unpleasantly. ‘Where you belong.’

Gulping I slid down onto the floor, feeling suddenly vulnerable as he loomed above me. It didn’t help that my arousal had shot through the ceiling at the thought of being at his feet, of giving him a blowjob — I was even turned on by his incendiary use of the unkind word ‘bitch’.

It was somehow oddly freeing for him to treat me this way. I knew he had always looked down on me and probably he had dreamed of fucking me for years, against my will even. Now he was getting his wish and that — bizarrely — turned me on even more.

‘You’re a filthy little whore,’ he sneered down at me, loosening his belt and trousers. ‘And you still want more, don’t you? Beg me for it, titties. Beg me to fuck you.’

It was an order and I had to obey.

‘Please fuck me,’ I whispered, looking up at him. It wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if it also hadn’t been true.

‘You want my dick,’ James said, his words a command. ‘You want my dick, don’t you, slut? Riding your holes, turning you into my whore.’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, forced to obey. It wasn’t even untrue. ‘I want your dick inside me,’ I whimpered, gulping as he let his trousers fall, his large circumcised cock in his hand just in front of my face, already stiff.

‘Sluts like you deserve to be punished,’ James grunted, making me blush with humiliation. ‘Open your facehole.’

I opened my mouth obediently, horrified at myself for letting all these men watch me put up with this degradation. Leering, James slid a hand into my hair, his other hand feeding his erection into my open mouth.

Somewhere behind me I could feel Brennan watching. I could feel his control over me, like an invisible string connecting me to him. I feel his satisfaction too — James was another milestone towards his end goal. As long as all the men fucked me, I would belong to him, whatever that meant.

As James pushed to the back of my mouth, and I started to lick and suckle, using my mouth to please him, I could feel Brennan’s control over me deepening. It was like a hand on my shoulder, a gentle stroke across my cheek, a voice whispering in my ear — even as James felt big and hard in my mouth, using me like the hole he kept calling me, I almost felt that Brennan’s unseen presence inside me was even more overwhelming.

What is he? I asked myself, but I still had no answer.

I love giving blowjobs and frankly sucking off James was no exception. My mouth loved the feeling of his silken hardness in my mouth, and I grew steadily more aroused — if that was even possible — by the feeling of his dick against the top of my mouth.

He wasn’t kind, as such — this was all about him, his sexual pleasure of his dick in my mouth and his dominant pleasure of holding my head against him and forcing me to take him, however he wanted. His precum was streaming richly across my tongue and down my throat and I thought, based on his earlier threats, that he would cum in my mouth.

But he didn’t, instead pulling himself out of me and pulling me to my feet without a word.

‘Get on the bed,’ he growled and I scrambled to obey, my legs not working properly from the long time kneeling. James came onto the bed after me, kicking his trousers off as he moved, a fixed, almost glazed look in his eyes.

‘You’re my whore, girl, and you’ll do as I say,’ he grunted, pushing me onto my back before slapping my legs open and coming onto all fours above me. I gulped, moaning as I looked up at him, once again unable to believe what was happening to me. I knew that when he lowered his cock to my pussy, I would be impossibly wet, desperate for penetration.

‘She’s a slut,’ I heard Charles complaining far off in the distance. ‘I’m getting a divorce after this,’ he added. ‘Look at how she’s welcoming him. Does she want him more than she wants me?’

Yes,’ I thought helplessly as James lowered his body down onto mine. Oh god, yes.

James’ hands slid along my thighs, touching as much of my soft skin as he could, pulling my legs further open. He stroked up past my ribs, grunting as he found my breasts, holding the soft globes and squeezing hard, hurting me so that I yelped.

‘I can do what I want to you,’ he said thickly, his breath hot against my cheek. ‘Beg me for it, you bitch.’

I moaned helplessly, intensely aroused by the feeling of his body against mine, warm and heavy and strong.

‘Please,’ I whimpered, struggling to control my voice. ‘Please, James.’

‘Beg me to do what I want to you,’ he ordered me, his hands tightening their cruel grip on my breasts. ‘You’re a stupid little whore, titties, and you’ll do as I say.’

‘Please,’ I gasped. His words were turning me on even more and I could feel myself writhing up against him, unable to control my need. ‘Please d-do what you w-want to me,’ I whispered, meeting his eyes. ‘Please.’

James didn’t answer, simply lowering his head to force his lips against mine. His tongue slid, hard and intrusive into my mouth that still tasted like his cock, and then I felt him settling himself between my legs, his hard, thick cock already sliding against my wet pussy.

He was greedy, so it was only an instant before his thick head was pushing at my entrance as he growled into my mouth. He pushed hard, forcing himself into me with one long, deep thrust that made me cry out as I shuddered against him.

Fuck, it felt good. He was so big and hard, and somehow it was even better that nothing about him mattered. He was horrible, he disliked me and that was so much better than the intense set of emotions — love, anger, boredom, sheer weariness — that lay between me and Charles.

James fucked me hard and impersonally, and it was just what I wanted. His hands stayed on my breasts for a long time, squeezing deliberately hard just to hurt me, then they slid down my body to my hips, and finally down my legs to grab my ankles and pull them wide and high, above my head.

I screamed as James bent me in half beneath him. Held like this, with my legs above my head, I could do nothing to control the depth or the speed or the angle of his penetration. He slammed himself into me, again and again, roughly, brutally, using his strength to grind himself hard against my channel and his weight to thrust viciously into my deep inner wall again and again.

I was screaming, again and again, as my senses swirled, choking sometimes as I forgot to swallow. James’ face went rigid before he came, an almost startled expression on his face, and then he was gasping out loud as he ejaculated into me, groaning a long, deep sound.

He collapsed onto me almost immediately, letting his full weight land on me, pinning him to the bed with his dick still inside me.

Dimly, far off, I could hear some of the men cheering, clearly praising James for his prowess. I felt every part of his body against me, almost as if he was imprinting himself — his dominance — against me. Beneath him, I knew I was nothing. The cheering wasn’t for me, I was just the hole he had brutalised, nothing more.

Horribly, the thought turned me on even more, and I felt my cunt clenching needily around James’ softening shaft.

James lay on me for a long time, his sweat trickling down across my skin, his breath hot against my throat, his hands resting casually on my body as if he owned it.

Finally, he pulled himself up onto all fours and I gasped as his cock slid out of me without any warning.

‘You were adequate enough,’ he sneered, meeting my eyes. ‘Four out of ten,’ he said brutally, making me flush. ‘I’ll do you again before the night is over. I bet you won’t even be able to stand then. I’ll pound you into pulp.’

I was certain I wasn’t going to be able to stand. I moaned, looking around vaguely as James rose up onto his knees.

‘Who’s next?’ he asked the group. ‘I destroyed the bitch. You’ll have to slap her to get any sense from her.’

‘I’m next,’ tall, dark-haired Rick stepped forward, meeting my eyes with his own cruel ones. ‘I don’t mind slapping her,’ he added, his lips a thin line. ‘In fact, I’ve been looking forward to it.’

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