
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Six


I tried as hard as I could to get John to take me to his conference with 
him.  The thought of a whole weekend at Ian's mercy made my skin crawl.  
However short of putting my foot down and insisting it didn't seem 
practical.  I could have done that but Ian would have heard and then our 
agreement would be null and void.  He had a list of flats and houses he 
was interested in and he planned to have a look at them the following 
weekend and then move in the next.  As I kissed John goodbye Ian put his 
arm around me and assured John that he would take very good care of me.  
I tried to control the shudder of fear that ran through me at his words 
but John was smiling and saying he couldn't think of anyone else he 
would be happier to leave me with.  If only he knew the irony of his 
words.

The moment John's car pulled away Ian yanked my skirt up and slid his 
cock into me.  Pinned against the front door by his thrusts I obeyed his 
instructions to remove my top and bra and hold my breasts up to his 
mouth.  Despising my body's traitorous response I though hard but was 
unable to control the orgasm that swept through me.  Ian watched me come 
with a satisfied smirk on his face before concentrating on his own 
orgasm.

'We're going to have some fun this weekend,' he promised me, cruelly 
tweaking a nipple.  'Number one rule, you are naked at all times unless 
I give you something to wear.  Got it?  I'll give you further 
instructions as needed.  Knowing better than to give him the 
satisfaction of asking his plans I made my way to the bathroom to clean 
up.

When I had finished my ablutions I heard Ian calling me from my bedroom.  
When I entered I found he had rearranged the furniture to accommodate a 
video camera on a tripod and his computer.  He flashed me his by now 
familiar evil grin and waited for my comments but I stood dumbly, 
refusing to give him the satisfaction.  He was only too eager to explain 
though.

'We are going to create an Internet site starring you, my dear 
sister-in-law.  And before you protest your identity will be kept 
secret.  I've got some temporary hair dye and a mask for you to wear.  I 
thought that would add a sense of mystery as well and give our site 
something a bit different to stand out from the crowd.  So here you go, 
get back in the bathroom and turn your hair red.  I want to get 
started.'

Reluctantly I obeyed his orders.  If this was the worst ordeal he came 
up with I could cope with this weekend quite easily.  My imagination was 
obviously a bit more vivid than his.  The nightmares I had been 
torturing myself with over the past few days were hopefully going to 
remain nothing more than phantasms.  With my normally light brown hair 
transformed into bright auburn I looked very different.  Vamp red 
lipstick and heavy mascara further added to the transformation.  The 
mask Ian gave me was a narrow gold spangled thing that fitted across my 
eyes, with large openings for me to see out of.  It didn't really 
conceal much of my face but along with everything else it helped to 
disguise me.

I discovered that I had underestimated just how humiliating an 
experience I was about to endure.  Ian had me pose in a variety of lewd 
postures while he directed me.  In addition to the video camera he had a 
normal camera that he snapped away with, getting in close to take 
intimate shots of me holding my cunt open to the camera's view.  At 
first he just had me pose, then he moved onto action shots.  He ordered 
me to play with my breasts, then my pussy, urging me to slide my fingers 
inside my cunt as he focused on every movement.  Much as I hated it my 
body seemed to enjoy the attention and I was well lubricated.  Ian was 
naked and was also wearing a similar mask to mine to conceal his 
identity as he crossed the video camera's range of view.

He handed me a vibrator and told me to get myself off with it.  It was 
difficult with the constant whirr of the camera in the background but I 
closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself elsewhere.  I was worried 
that I wouldn't manage it and I had no desire to anger him so I was 
relieved to feel the orgasm build and take over my body.

Once I had stopped coming Ian took a break to change films.  He set the 
normal camera up on another tripod and attached a remote control.  Then 
he had me give him a blowjob.  He had hooked the video up to a portable 
TV.  The screen was within my field of vision and I watched myself 
licking and sucking on Ian's cock.  The woman on the screen didn't look 
like me even though I knew it was.  In some strange way it was intensely 
erotic to watch and I found myself being more and more turned on.  Once 
Ian had come and I had obediently swallowed all the sperm he pumped into 
my mouth he gave me a bigger black vibrator and told me to masturbate 
again.  The video camera was still feeding through the TV and for the 
first time I saw myself orgasm.  I was so aroused I came again and 
again, forcing my eyes to stay open as I watched myself.  The result was 
that it looked as if I was staring directly into the camera as I 
climaxed and it was extremely erotic.  Ian could hardly believe my 
co-operation or the pictures he was getting.  

After I had come for the fifth time he pulled the vibrator out of my 
cunt and replaced it with his mouth.  He had already proved himself 
something of an expert at oral sex and with my already high state of 
arousal I completely lost control and went crazy.  I could hear myself 
moaning and yelling encouragement as my hips bucked enthusiastically and 
my fingers twisted in his hair and pushed encouragingly.  I could hardly 
tell where one orgasm stopped and another began.  I moaned in protest 
when he removed his mouth, then sighed with satisfaction when I felt his 
fat cock pushing it's head into my cunt.  He pushed my legs wide apart 
and pushed in torturously slowly.  

When I found the strength to open my eyes I discovered he had the video 
camera in his hand and was intent on filming his cock disappearing and 
reappearing out of my slippery cunt.  He pulled apart the lips of my 
pussy with one hand and focussed on my clit.  He hardly touched it with 
his fingertip before I came.  Relentlessly he brought me to orgasm again 
and again, somehow maintained the slow movements of his cock and his 
grip on the camera.  At last he reached the limits of his self-control 
and he placed the camera back on its stand and returned to the bed to 
fuck me hard and fast until he climaxed.  When he had finished I lay 
limp and exhausted on the bed without the energy to even close my 
Nsprawled legs.  Ian took the video and made a long slow pan of my 
exhausted body, finishing with a long close up shot of my dripping cunt 
that was still occasionally spasming.  He finally turned both cameras 
off and began to fiddle with his computer, brusquely telling me to make 
him something to eat.

Deeply ashamed of the way I had performed for him I crept from the room 
on trembling legs.  I took as long as I could preparing the food but 
found when I took it up he was still working at the computer.  Obviously 
creating a webpage took more work than I had realised.  Relieved at the 
respite I returned downstairs and tried to distract myself with some TV.  
I must have dozed off, exhausted by my body's exertions, because I awoke 
to Ian roughly shaking me.  I trailed after him up the stairs to his 
impromptu studio.  He wanted a more or less repeat performance with a 
few variations.  Unless you have experienced it you have no idea how 
humiliating it can be to be forced to pose provocatively for someone you 
despise.  Ian was obviously enjoying himself.  He circled round me 
snapping away with his camera yelling things like:

'Stick your tits out more, come on squeeze them together.  Now lick a 
nipple, good, good.  Right now pout at the camera, try to look like 
you're begging to be fucked.  Yes excellent.  Now bend from the waist.  
Spread your legs wider so I get a good shot of your tits.  Now pull your 
pussy open.  Oh yes, that's the shot.'

I obeyed his directions like a robot, trying to pretend this was 
happening to someone else, some strange red-haired woman with too much 
make-up plastered on her face.  Then Ian started fucking me again and I 
found it impossible to divorce myself from the proceedings anymore.  He 
relentlessly manipulated my body to climax after climax until I was lost 
in a never-ending sea of sensation.  At last he stopped and gave me a 
patronising slap on my bottom.

'Not a bad afternoon's work.  You're staring to get the hang of this.  
But then I always knew you were a slut despite your protests.  All women 
are.'  I swallowed hard to control my anger.  I swear if there had been 
a knife handy I would have stuck it in him without a second's thought to 
the consequences.  Perhaps it was all for the best that there was no 
weapon within my reach.  Instead I seethed silently.

'Now go clean yourself up.  There's a fancy-dress dance at one of the 
nightclubs tonight.  I picked your costume out myself.'  I showered 
quickly, my uneasiness returning.  I had hoped he had planned to work on 
his webpage all weekend.  I didn't like the idea of going out in public 
with him, even disguised by a costume and dyed hair.  On the other hand 
there would hopefully be less scope for him to abuse me if there were 
other people around.

When I returned to the bedroom and saw the costume he had chosen I knew 
my hopes were foolish.  It was supposed to be a belly dancer's outfit.  
There was a flimsy halter-top that did nothing to conceal my nipples.  
Over it was a sleeveless cropped jacket.  While it was slightly more 
substantial it had no kind of fastening to keep it closed across my 
breasts and unless I clutched it together it constantly swung open.  The 
trousers were made of the same flimsy material as the halter-top.  There 
was a wide embroidered waistband that sat low on my hips.  Each trouser 
leg consisted of four separate strips of material that were only 
attached to the waistband at the top and an ankle strap at the bottom.  
The only underwear Ian allowed me was a flimsy g-string that did not 
help me feel any less exposed.  The only part of the costume I liked was 
the mask.  It was only another flimsy bit of material, which hung from 
my nose and concealed the lower half of my face.  Combined with the 
other mask it would at least ensure that no one could recognise me.  Ian 
filmed me as I dressed, making me even more self-conscious.  His only 
attempt at a costume was to add a cowboy hat to his jeans and shirt.  I 
had the ominous feeling that this evening was going to be just as bad as 
my nightmares had predicted.

While we waited for the taxi he had ordered to deliver us to the night 
club Ian attacked my breasts with his mouth.  By the time the taxi 
driver beeped outside I was flushed and gasping and the wet material had 
become virtually transparent and was stuck to every curve.  I was 
grateful that it was already dark so the neighbours wouldn't see me 
leave in this get-up.  The interior light of the taxi gave the taxi 
driver a good view though.  His eyes bulged in their sockets and he 
twisted round for a better look.  I burned with humiliation and didn't 
know where to look while Ian smirked in satisfaction.  He sat behind me 
and slid his arms around me to cup my breasts.

'Hasn't she got great tits?' he asked, forcing me to thrust them almost 
in the drivers face.  The driver licked his lips, mesmerised by the view 
but clearly unsure what to say.

'Yeah, they're great,' he muttered at last.  'Where was it you were 
wanting to go?'

'The Blue Lagoon.'  Ian answered, sitting back and pulling me with him.  
He continued to suck and squeeze my breasts throughout the journey.  It 
was a miracle that we survived without an accident as the taxi driver 
spent more time watching our activities in his rear view mirror than 
looking at the road.  Some deep hidden part of me seemed to actually 
enjoy the fact that my body could invoke such a reaction but I tried to 
ignore the fact.

Inside the nightclub the lighting was mercifully dim.  Only when someone 
was very close could they notice the transparency of my outfit.  I 
relaxed and partially began to enjoy myself.  The generous measures of 
alcohol Ian was supplying me with also contributed to my relaxation.  By 
the time Ian tugged me onto the dance floor I was feeling a little 
light-headed.  I'm not normally a heavy drinker and I more typically 
drink wine than sprits.  Still anything that helped to distance me from 
my situation was welcome to me.  I was grateful for the support of Ian's 
arms around me but you could hardly call what we were doing dancing.  He 
had my hips pulled firmly against his so every sway of our bodies rubbed 
his burgeoning erection against me.  His hands roamed over my body, 
moulding the curves of first my body, then my breasts.  I swayed 
passively in his embrace despite his blatant actions until he began 
fumbling with his zip.

'What are you doing?'  I yelled in his ear over the pounding of the 
music.

'We're going to fuck right here on the dance floor,' he replied, freeing 
his cock.  I tried to break away from his grasp but he was too strong.

'You'll get us thrown out or arrested,' I protested.

'Only if you draw attention to us,' he replied, finally freeing his 
cock.  It sprang out of his trousers, hard and ready.  It only took a 
second for Ian to push my g-string to one side, then his cock was 
prodding at the entrance to my cunt.  I glanced around nervously but all 
the other couples seemed pretty self-absorbed and no one seemed to be 
looking directly at us.

'You're going to have to hook your leg around my waist,' Ian instructed.  
I unwillingly obeyed and with the aid of his hands lifting my bottom we 
achieved the right angle and his cock slid in.  Neither of my feet were 
any longer on the ground and I was entirely supported by his hands on my 
bottom and my leg gripping his waist.  My breasts were within easy reach 
of his mouth and he began sucking and nibbling them.  He timed his 
thrusts to the beat of the music that seemed to be echoed by the thunder 
of the blood in my ears.  Helpless I felt the orgasm build deep inside 
me and I was grateful the music drowned out my cry of release.  Ian 
walked through the crowd to a corner with his cock still buried inside 
me, which was the strangest sensation.  He pulled out and pushed me to 
face the wall.  I braced myself against the wall as he took me from 
behind.  His cock slammed mercilessly into my cunt and his fingers 
grasped my nipples and clit as he pounded us both to orgasm.

Satisfied for the moment he directed me to the toilets and arranged to 
meet me at the bar.  He had two drinks already waiting for me and he 
introduced me to a couple of men who wanted to dance with me.  As he 
handed me over he whispered in my ear:

'Be very co-operative or I'll be angry.  I'll be watching your every 
move.'  

As the evening progressed my partner's faces dimmed into one homogeneous 
blur.  Only Ian's face remained clear, smirking as he watched me submit 
to total strangers groping and mauling my body.  Several of them came by 
rubbing themselves against me while others took my hand and closed it 
around their cock to gain release.  I was dancing with some man, if you 
could call it that, when the announcement came that the nightclub was 
closing soon.  Ian joined us and I found myself trapped between two 
heavy male bodies.  This particular partner had been gentler than some 
of the others and my body had responded to his touch.  With Ian's hands 
added to the action I was soon moaning and twisting under their 
ministrations.  Ian pulled down my top, completely exposing my breasts, 
and lifted them to the man's mouth.  He sucked eagerly on them as his 
hands stroked my clit through the damp material of my trousers.  My hand 
was trapped in his trousers as his cock jerked in my grasp.  I felt 
myself coming and involuntarily clenched all my muscles.  It triggered 
his orgasm and Ian laughed as we both gasped and moaned in unison.  When 
I removed my hand from the stranger's trousers Ian guided it to my mouth 
and instructed me to lick off the semen deposited on it.  The stranger 
watched my every movement avidly before turning his attention to Ian.

'Yours is she?' he asked.  Ian nodded smugly as he pulled my top back 
over my breasts.  'You're a damn lucky man.  Will you be here next week?  
I wouldn't mind another 'dance' with her.'

'Maybe,' Ian replied vaguely.  'We're off now to a club I know that will 
still be open for a while.  Come along and you'll get to see her dance a 
bit more.'

'I'll be there,' he promised, eyeing my body greedily.  


