
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Eight<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
I'm not a particularly violent person.  I never tread on worms and I <BR>
catch spiders and throw them out the window instead of squashing them <BR>
like most people do.  But Ian had pushed me too far.  I'd like to think <BR>
that the alcohol buzzing around my system had some influence over what I <BR>
did next.  I'd also like to think that if he hadn't given me such a <BR>
perfect opportunity I would not have done anything.  Despite everything <BR>
he did to me and all the bruises and humiliation he gave me I still feel <BR>
guilty.  <BR>
<BR>
He was busy playing with his computer and camera.  I was still sprawled <BR>
on the bed where he had left me, the remnants of my costume twisted <BR>
beneath me.  Dried sprem was scattered over my skin and I fancied I <BR>
could still feel the wet trails left by that woman's tongue.<BR>
<BR>
'I'm hungry,' Ian announced.  'Go get me something to eat.'  Obediently <BR>
I stumbled down the stairs.  I poked around the kitchen listlessly, <BR>
wondering what he would like.  He had kept me so bust posing for his web <BR>
page all day I hadn't had chance to go shopping.  So there were no <BR>
staples such as bread or milk available.  Then I spotted his leftover <BR>
curry.  The curry itself was in the fridge but on the side was a <BR>
half-empty container of rice.<BR>
<BR>
I knew all about the rules for rice.  Never reheat because there is a <BR>
danger of food poisoning.  If you must reheat it make sure it is piping <BR>
hot.  Knowing this I tipped the rice onto a plate and set the microwave <BR>
to low.  I let it heat for five minutes, then put it in the fridge to <BR>
cool down again.  I must have done this four or five times.  When the <BR>
rice was lukewarm I tipped the curry over it and heated it for a few <BR>
more moments.  I left the plate by his elbow and went to get a shower.  <BR>
When I came out he had eaten half of it and was still taking occasional <BR>
mouthfuls even though it was now stone cold.  Already starting to feel <BR>
guilty I made my way to bed.<BR>
<BR>
I dreaded what I would find in the morning.  After all people have been <BR>
known to die from food poisoning.  It was almost an anti-climax to find <BR>
Ian alive and well and working at his computer.<BR>
<BR>
'This page is looking great,' he said when he noticed me standing in the <BR>
doorway.  I've had thousands of visitors already.  Come and have a <BR>
look.'  Reluctantly I walked over until I could see the screen.  On it <BR>
in big letters it said 'Welcome to the Masked Slut's Site'.  Underneath <BR>
was a picture of me wearing the mask.  Although I was obviously naked it <BR>
didn't really show anything, as I was half turned away from the camera, <BR>
looking over my shoulder.  The caption said 'click on me if you want to <BR>
see more'.  Ian clicked where instructed and the picture changed to one <BR>
of me bent down with my head and breasts swinging between my legs.  The <BR>
caption now said 'click on my pussy if you want to enter'.  Ian <BR>
positioned the pointer over my exposed pussy and clicked.  After a <BR>
moment the screen displayed a picture of me laid on my back exposing my <BR>
pussy.  Overlaid on top of this picture were various icons with titles <BR>
such as 'Watch in close up detail as the Masked Slut sucks cock.'<BR>
<BR>
'Some of the site is free but the hotter stuff I'm going to charge for.  <BR>
Most of them have a choice of still photos or live footage from the <BR>
video camera,' Ian explained.  He moved the pointer to where it said <BR>
'Watch the Masked Slut get fucked by a beautiful blonde woman'.  'This <BR>
is from last night.  It's really hot.  Here you watch it.  I have to go <BR>
to the toilet.  I seem to have a bad stomach.'<BR>
<BR>
I watched him go with a mixture of satisfaction and compunction.  Then I <BR>
caught sight of the screen.  I cringed as I watched the blonde bring me <BR>
to orgasm and any regrets I had vanished like beer at a football match.  <BR>
He was soon back and outlining his plans for the day.  Apparently he <BR>
wanted to do some role-playing.  He had various costumes and scenarios <BR>
he wanted me to act out ranging from schoolgirls to nurses.  Inspired by <BR>
the images still parading across the screen I sweetly offered to get <BR>
something to help his stomach.  Digging through the medicine box I found <BR>
some stuff to cure constipation.  Since he already had the runs taking <BR>
this mixture on top would hopefully put him out of action for the rest <BR>
of the day.<BR>
<BR>
While he still retained the use of his voice he spent the majority of <BR>
the day on the toilet.  He couldn't manage to get hard once during the <BR>
day so all he could film were shots of me masturbating or stripping.  I <BR>
heartlessly watched his suffering with only an occasional pang of guilt.  <BR>
I even gave him several more doses of the constipation medicine.  <BR>
Eventually about seven o'clock he gave up and told me to go get <BR>
showered.  Jubilant that for once I had got the better of him I found it <BR>
difficult to restrain myself from bursting into song in the shower.  <BR>
When I emerged I found him waiting by the door clutching his stomach.<BR>
<BR>
'Your clothes are on the bed.  Get dressed,' he ordered as he dived for <BR>
the toilet.  Slightly puzzled what he meant as he was clearly in no <BR>
state for sex I went into the bedroom.  Laid out on the bed was a skimpy <BR>
cropped white top, a black leather jacket and a bright red leather mini <BR>
skirt.  Fishnet tights, spiky black high heeled shoes and a black <BR>
g-string completed the outfit.  When I put them on I found they left <BR>
little to the imagination.  The top only was stretched tight across my <BR>
breasts and only just came low enough to cover them.  Not that it made <BR>
much difference, as the material was transparent enough to clearly show <BR>
my nipples.  The skirt was stretched equally tight across my hips but <BR>
did not hamper me walking, as it was so short.  It displayed the lower <BR>
curves of my bottom and if I bent slightly the black of the g-string <BR>
showed.  Fearing the worst I waited with trepidation to hear what Ian <BR>
planned to do.  He didn't really give me much information, just told me <BR>
we were catching the train into the city.  I was relieved when he tossed <BR>
me the mask to wear but it wasn't until we were sat on the train I <BR>
thought about the significance of it.  Suspiciously I examined him as he <BR>
got up to go to the toilet.  Sure enough I could see the end of the <BR>
video camera sticking out of one pocket and a bulge that had the shape <BR>
of a camera in the other pocket.  Nervously I wondered what he planned <BR>
to film.<BR>
<BR>
I should have known of course.  Sometimes I am incredibly naive.  Why <BR>
else would he dress me like a whore and take me to the red light <BR>
district of the city?  Yet when he told me to start selling my body I <BR>
couldn't believe he was serious.<BR>
<BR>
'You promised,' I stammered, horrified.  'Last night you promised.  No <BR>
man but you, you promised.'<BR>
<BR>
'That promise was just for last night, you silly bitch.  I've brought no <BR>
money with me, just a plentiful supply of condoms.  If you want to be <BR>
back home tomorrow morning to greet your husband I suggest you start <BR>
earning some money.'<BR>
<BR>
'I can't,' I whispered.  'I can't and I won't.'<BR>
<BR>
'You will,' he snapped.  'If not I'll tell my brother how I've been <BR>
screwing his wife every chance I got and that she loved every minute of <BR>
it.  And I've got the pictures to back my story up.  I'm pretty sure <BR>
John will manage to recognise you despite the mask.  And I know he'll <BR>
recognise your voice panting 'yes, yes, oh I'm coming, yes, yes.'  Don't <BR>
you?'  I cringed as he loudly parodied my voice.  Heads turned and <BR>
several men looked me over.  Once more Ian had trapped me in a situation <BR>
I could see no escape from.  For a moment I wished I had killed him with <BR>
the tainted rice.  He gave me a push towards a group of men.<BR>
<BR>
'Get over there and ask if they're looking for some fun.  Smile and <BR>
stick your tits in their face.  Try to act like the slut you are.  I'll <BR>
be right behind you as I'm going to be your pimp for the night.'  <BR>
Sickened to my stomach I plastered a smile on my face and tottered <BR>
towards the group.  They soon spotted my approach and I became the <BR>
cynosure of several lewd looks.  Following my instructions I dropped the <BR>
jacket off my shoulders and thrust my chest forwards.<BR>
<BR>
'Looking for some fun?'  I asked in as suggestive a voice as I could <BR>
manage.<BR>
<BR>
'Could be, could be,' one burly man replied.  He hooked a finger in my <BR>
top and pulled me towards him.  You look like you know all about having <BR>
fun.'  Despite my revulsion I forced myself to lean towards him and <BR>
smile.  From behind I heard Ian's voice.<BR>
<BR>
'Twenty quid for a blow-job, fifty to fuck her,' he said.  Dimly I was <BR>
aware of money changing hands as I was hustled down a side alley.  <BR>
Somewhere along the line my clothes disappeared and I found myself on my <BR>
knees sucking on an unknown cock.  As soon as it had filled my mouth <BR>
with sperm another replaced it.  Two more followed in quick succession <BR>
until I was struggling not to throw up.  I was relieved when I was <BR>
pulled to my feet but my relief soon dissipated when I was pushed flat <BR>
on my back on a car bonnet.  A condom clad cock slammed into my pussy <BR>
without the slightest warning.  Meaty hands grabbed my breasts and <BR>
squeezed hard as the cock relentlessly pounded into my cunt.  Trying not <BR>
to whimper I closed my eyes and endured until he came.  <BR>
<BR>
Thankfully I slid off the car only to be seized and turned around.  The <BR>
next moment I found myself bent over the bonnet and another cock sliding <BR>
into my cunt.  Groping hands located my breasts and started an erotic <BR>
massage.  To my horror my nipples were hardening and my body was <BR>
responding.  The owner of this particular cock was using long smooth <BR>
strokes to enter me and I could feel the orgasm building.  His balls <BR>
were gently slapping against my clit with each thrust, stimulating it <BR>
more and more each time.  Desperately I tensed my muscles, trying to <BR>
force down the orgasm but it was no use.  Inexorably it grew until it <BR>
took over my body, shaking every limb and muscle as I cried out.  I was <BR>
so ashamed I barely registered when the stranger came.  He pulled out <BR>
and slapped me familiarly on my bottom.<BR>
<BR>
'She's a hot one that's for sure.  Wouldn't mind fucking her again next <BR>
week if you're around here again.'<BR>
<BR>
'I'm not too sure what our plans for next week are,' I heard Ian reply.  <BR>
My clothes were dropped onto the car besides me and I reluctantly pulled <BR>
them on.  When I turned round only Ian was left in the alley.<BR>
<BR>
'That's was a good start,' he observed.  'Try to be a bit more <BR>
enthusiastic, will you.  Moan and pant and talk dirty.  Still, you'll <BR>
get better with practice.'  I trailed behind him back to the street.  He <BR>
made me stand on the edge of the pavement, my breasts thrust out towards <BR>
the on-coming traffic.  Soon a car pulled up next to me and Ian entered <BR>
into negotiations.  When they had struck a deal we both got into the <BR>
back of the car.  The back seat already had two young lads on it so I <BR>
found myself draped across their knees.  They happily groped me as they <BR>
removed my clothing.  All too soon we stopped on a deserted stretch of <BR>
road.  Ian stepped out of the car and I manoeuvred around the car until <BR>
I had given all four occupants a blow-job.<BR>
<BR>
They dropped Ian and me outside a seedy hotel and drove off after <BR>
paying.  Ian disappeared inside and reappeared with a satisfied grin.<BR>
<BR>
'Right, we now have a hotel room,' he announced.  'Turns out it's only <BR>
going to cost us a tenner and a shag.  So you go fuck the guy behind the <BR>
counter while I get my cameras set up.  I'm going to get some great <BR>
stuff for the web page tonight.'  I don't know what the worst experience <BR>
of that night was.  I had to let men of all shapes and sizes fuck me.  <BR>
More then that I had to encourage them and pretend I was enjoying it.  I <BR>
tried to divorce myself from the proceedings but twice more my body <BR>
betrayed me and I came.  Throughout it all Ian's leering face loomed in <BR>
the background.  The only genuine smiles I gave all evening were when he <BR>
clutched his stomach and headed for the toilet.  <BR>
<BR>
At last sometime after midnight Ian announced that I had earned enough <BR>
to get us home.  Wearily I dragged my clothes back on and followed him <BR>
out of the hotel.  Pulled up at the curb was a brilliant white stretch <BR>
limousine.  In disbelief I watched Ian disappear inside and beckon me to <BR>
follow him.  For a few minutes I gratefully relaxed on the soft seats, <BR>
sipping the champagne Ian gave me to at last remove the taste of sperm <BR>
from my mouth.  Before too long Ian was tormenting me again.<BR>
<BR>
He ripped off my clothes and began coaxing my body into a state of <BR>
arousal.  His hands and mouth worked away at my breasts and pussy and no <BR>
matter how I tried to resist him my body responded.  When I was flushed <BR>
and panting he pulled me from the seat and thrust my upper torso through <BR>
the open sunroof.  He draped my legs over his shoulders and went to work <BR>
on my clit and cunt.  The cool night air rushed over my hard nipples, <BR>
making them even more taut.  His fingers were sliding in and out of my <BR>
cunt as he sucked my clit and flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue.  <BR>
Helplessly I sprawled on the roof, exposed to any curious passer-by.  As <BR>
my orgasm grew I knew I was becoming more vocal but it was a Herculean <BR>
task to contain my moans and cries.  Neither my embarrassment at being <BR>
on public display, nor the roof digging into my back or even my hatred <BR>
of Ian could stop the orgasm that ripped through me.<BR>
<BR>
The shudders were still lingering in my body when he pulled me down.  He <BR>
sat back on the seat and had me straddle his legs so that I could ride <BR>
his cock as he played with my breasts.  Aftershocks soon became another <BR>
orgasm and he smirked as I writhed and bucked against him.  I was too <BR>
bone-weary when we pulled up outside the house to notice the driver's <BR>
lascivious look but Ian was more observant.  Inevitably I was ordered to <BR>
climb into the front and give him the chauffeur a blow-job as a tip.  <BR>
Exhausted I stumbled up the stairs to bed, thankful that the end of my <BR>
ordeal was in sight.  Within a fortnight Ian would have moved out and <BR>
all I would have left would be bad memories.  I could hardly wait.<BR>
