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Author's Note: Please note that I will repost all the chapters when I 
reach the end so if you are missing any you will be able to get them 
then.  In the meantime they can all be found either in the archive our 
at Dejanews.



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


I'm not a particularly violent person.  I never tread on worms and I 
catch spiders and throw them out the window instead of squashing them 
like most people do.  But Ian had pushed me too far.  I'd like to think 
that the alcohol buzzing around my system had some influence over what I 
did next.  I'd also like to think that if he hadn't given me such a 
perfect opportunity I would not have done anything.  Despite everything 
he did to me and all the bruises and humiliation he gave me I still feel 
guilty.  

He was busy playing with his computer and camera.  I was still sprawled 
on the bed where he had left me, the remnants of my costume twisted 
beneath me.  Dried sprem was scattered over my skin and I fancied I 
could still feel the wet trails left by that woman's tongue.

'I'm hungry,' Ian announced.  'Go get me something to eat.'  Obediently 
I stumbled down the stairs.  I poked around the kitchen listlessly, 
wondering what he would like.  He had kept me so bust posing for his web 
page all day I hadn't had chance to go shopping.  So there were no 
staples such as bread or milk available.  Then I spotted his leftover 
curry.  The curry itself was in the fridge but on the side was a 
half-empty container of rice.

I knew all about the rules for rice.  Never reheat because there is a 
danger of food poisoning.  If you must reheat it make sure it is piping 
hot.  Knowing this I tipped the rice onto a plate and set the microwave 
to low.  I let it heat for five minutes, then put it in the fridge to 
cool down again.  I must have done this four or five times.  When the 
rice was lukewarm I tipped the curry over it and heated it for a few 
more moments.  I left the plate by his elbow and went to get a shower.  
When I came out he had eaten half of it and was still taking occasional 
mouthfuls even though it was now stone cold.  Already starting to feel 
guilty I made my way to bed.

I dreaded what I would find in the morning.  After all people have been 
known to die from food poisoning.  It was almost an anti-climax to find 
Ian alive and well and working at his computer.

'This page is looking great,' he said when he noticed me standing in the 
doorway.  I've had thousands of visitors already.  Come and have a 
look.'  Reluctantly I walked over until I could see the screen.  On it 
in big letters it said 'Welcome to the Masked Slut's Site'.  Underneath 
was a picture of me wearing the mask.  Although I was obviously naked it 
didn't really show anything, as I was half turned away from the camera, 
looking over my shoulder.  The caption said 'click on me if you want to 
see more'.  Ian clicked where instructed and the picture changed to one 
of me bent down with my head and breasts swinging between my legs.  The 
caption now said 'click on my pussy if you want to enter'.  Ian 
positioned the pointer over my exposed pussy and clicked.  After a 
moment the screen displayed a picture of me laid on my back exposing my 
pussy.  Overlaid on top of this picture were various icons with titles 
such as 'Watch in close up detail as the Masked Slut sucks cock.'

'Some of the site is free but the hotter stuff I'm going to charge for.  
Most of them have a choice of still photos or live footage from the 
video camera,' Ian explained.  He moved the pointer to where it said 
'Watch the Masked Slut get fucked by a beautiful blonde woman'.  'This 
is from last night.  It's really hot.  Here you watch it.  I have to go 
to the toilet.  I seem to have a bad stomach.'

I watched him go with a mixture of satisfaction and compunction.  Then I 
caught sight of the screen.  I cringed as I watched the blonde bring me 
to orgasm and any regrets I had vanished like beer at a football match.  
He was soon back and outlining his plans for the day.  Apparently he 
wanted to do some role-playing.  He had various costumes and scenarios 
he wanted me to act out ranging from schoolgirls to nurses.  Inspired by 
the images still parading across the screen I sweetly offered to get 
something to help his stomach.  Digging through the medicine box I found 
some stuff to cure constipation.  Since he already had the runs taking 
this mixture on top would hopefully put him out of action for the rest 
of the day.

While he still retained the use of his voice he spent the majority of 
the day on the toilet.  He couldn't manage to get hard once during the 
day so all he could film were shots of me masturbating or stripping.  I 
heartlessly watched his suffering with only an occasional pang of guilt.  
I even gave him several more doses of the constipation medicine.  
Eventually about seven o'clock he gave up and told me to go get 
showered.  Jubilant that for once I had got the better of him I found it 
difficult to restrain myself from bursting into song in the shower.  
When I emerged I found him waiting by the door clutching his stomach.

'Your clothes are on the bed.  Get dressed,' he ordered as he dived for 
the toilet.  Slightly puzzled what he meant as he was clearly in no 
state for sex I went into the bedroom.  Laid out on the bed was a skimpy 
cropped white top, a black leather jacket and a bright red leather mini 
skirt.  Fishnet tights, spiky black high heeled shoes and a black 
g-string completed the outfit.  When I put them on I found they left 
little to the imagination.  The top only was stretched tight across my 
breasts and only just came low enough to cover them.  Not that it made 
much difference, as the material was transparent enough to clearly show 
my nipples.  The skirt was stretched equally tight across my hips but 
did not hamper me walking, as it was so short.  It displayed the lower 
curves of my bottom and if I bent slightly the black of the g-string 
showed.  Fearing the worst I waited with trepidation to hear what Ian 
planned to do.  He didn't really give me much information, just told me 
we were catching the train into the city.  I was relieved when he tossed 
me the mask to wear but it wasn't until we were sat on the train I 
thought about the significance of it.  Suspiciously I examined him as he 
got up to go to the toilet.  Sure enough I could see the end of the 
video camera sticking out of one pocket and a bulge that had the shape 
of a camera in the other pocket.  Nervously I wondered what he planned 
to film.

I should have known of course.  Sometimes I am incredibly naive.  Why 
else would he dress me like a whore and take me to the red light 
district of the city?  Yet when he told me to start selling my body I 
couldn't believe he was serious.

'You promised,' I stammered, horrified.  'Last night you promised.  No 
man but you, you promised.'

'That promise was just for last night, you silly bitch.  I've brought no 
money with me, just a plentiful supply of condoms.  If you want to be 
back home tomorrow morning to greet your husband I suggest you start 
earning some money.'

'I can't,' I whispered.  'I can't and I won't.'

'You will,' he snapped.  'If not I'll tell my brother how I've been 
screwing his wife every chance I got and that she loved every minute of 
it.  And I've got the pictures to back my story up.  I'm pretty sure 
John will manage to recognise you despite the mask.  And I know he'll 
recognise your voice panting 'yes, yes, oh I'm coming, yes, yes.'  Don't 
you?'  I cringed as he loudly parodied my voice.  Heads turned and 
several men looked me over.  Once more Ian had trapped me in a situation 
I could see no escape from.  For a moment I wished I had killed him with 
the tainted rice.  He gave me a push towards a group of men.

'Get over there and ask if they're looking for some fun.  Smile and 
stick your tits in their face.  Try to act like the slut you are.  I'll 
be right behind you as I'm going to be your pimp for the night.'  
Sickened to my stomach I plastered a smile on my face and tottered 
towards the group.  They soon spotted my approach and I became the 
cynosure of several lewd looks.  Following my instructions I dropped the 
jacket off my shoulders and thrust my chest forwards.

'Looking for some fun?'  I asked in as suggestive a voice as I could 
manage.

'Could be, could be,' one burly man replied.  He hooked a finger in my 
top and pulled me towards him.  You look like you know all about having 
fun.'  Despite my revulsion I forced myself to lean towards him and 
smile.  From behind I heard Ian's voice.

'Twenty quid for a blow-job, fifty to fuck her,' he said.  Dimly I was 
aware of money changing hands as I was hustled down a side alley.  
Somewhere along the line my clothes disappeared and I found myself on my 
knees sucking on an unknown cock.  As soon as it had filled my mouth 
with sperm another replaced it.  Two more followed in quick succession 
until I was struggling not to throw up.  I was relieved when I was 
pulled to my feet but my relief soon dissipated when I was pushed flat 
on my back on a car bonnet.  A condom clad cock slammed into my pussy 
without the slightest warning.  Meaty hands grabbed my breasts and 
squeezed hard as the cock relentlessly pounded into my cunt.  Trying not 
to whimper I closed my eyes and endured until he came.  

Thankfully I slid off the car only to be seized and turned around.  The 
next moment I found myself bent over the bonnet and another cock sliding 
into my cunt.  Groping hands located my breasts and started an erotic 
massage.  To my horror my nipples were hardening and my body was 
responding.  The owner of this particular cock was using long smooth 
strokes to enter me and I could feel the orgasm building.  His balls 
were gently slapping against my clit with each thrust, stimulating it 
more and more each time.  Desperately I tensed my muscles, trying to 
force down the orgasm but it was no use.  Inexorably it grew until it 
took over my body, shaking every limb and muscle as I cried out.  I was 
so ashamed I barely registered when the stranger came.  He pulled out 
and slapped me familiarly on my bottom.

'She's a hot one that's for sure.  Wouldn't mind fucking her again next 
week if you're around here again.'

'I'm not too sure what our plans for next week are,' I heard Ian reply.  
My clothes were dropped onto the car besides me and I reluctantly pulled 
them on.  When I turned round only Ian was left in the alley.

'That's was a good start,' he observed.  'Try to be a bit more 
enthusiastic, will you.  Moan and pant and talk dirty.  Still, you'll 
get better with practice.'  I trailed behind him back to the street.  He 
made me stand on the edge of the pavement, my breasts thrust out towards 
the on-coming traffic.  Soon a car pulled up next to me and Ian entered 
into negotiations.  When they had struck a deal we both got into the 
back of the car.  The back seat already had two young lads on it so I 
found myself draped across their knees.  They happily groped me as they 
removed my clothing.  All too soon we stopped on a deserted stretch of 
road.  Ian stepped out of the car and I manoeuvred around the car until 
I had given all four occupants a blow-job.

They dropped Ian and me outside a seedy hotel and drove off after 
paying.  Ian disappeared inside and reappeared with a satisfied grin.

'Right, we now have a hotel room,' he announced.  'Turns out it's only 
going to cost us a tenner and a shag.  So you go fuck the guy behind the 
counter while I get my cameras set up.  I'm going to get some great 
stuff for the web page tonight.'  I don't know what the worst experience 
of that night was.  I had to let men of all shapes and sizes fuck me.  
More then that I had to encourage them and pretend I was enjoying it.  I 
tried to divorce myself from the proceedings but twice more my body 
betrayed me and I came.  Throughout it all Ian's leering face loomed in 
the background.  The only genuine smiles I gave all evening were when he 
clutched his stomach and headed for the toilet.  

At last sometime after midnight Ian announced that I had earned enough 
to get us home.  Wearily I dragged my clothes back on and followed him 
out of the hotel.  Pulled up at the curb was a brilliant white stretch 
limousine.  In disbelief I watched Ian disappear inside and beckon me to 
follow him.  For a few minutes I gratefully relaxed on the soft seats, 
sipping the champagne Ian gave me to at last remove the taste of sperm 
from my mouth.  Before too long Ian was tormenting me again.

He ripped off my clothes and began coaxing my body into a state of 
arousal.  His hands and mouth worked away at my breasts and pussy and no 
matter how I tried to resist him my body responded.  When I was flushed 
and panting he pulled me from the seat and thrust my upper torso through 
the open sunroof.  He draped my legs over his shoulders and went to work 
on my clit and cunt.  The cool night air rushed over my hard nipples, 
making them even more taut.  His fingers were sliding in and out of my 
cunt as he sucked my clit and flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue.  
Helplessly I sprawled on the roof, exposed to any curious passer-by.  As 
my orgasm grew I knew I was becoming more vocal but it was a Herculean 
task to contain my moans and cries.  Neither my embarrassment at being 
on public display, nor the roof digging into my back or even my hatred 
of Ian could stop the orgasm that ripped through me.

The shudders were still lingering in my body when he pulled me down.  He 
sat back on the seat and had me straddle his legs so that I could ride 
his cock as he played with my breasts.  Aftershocks soon became another 
orgasm and he smirked as I writhed and bucked against him.  I was too 
bone-weary when we pulled up outside the house to notice the driver's 
lascivious look but Ian was more observant.  Inevitably I was ordered to 
climb into the front and give him the chauffeur a blow-job as a tip.  
Exhausted I stumbled up the stairs to bed, thankful that the end of my 
ordeal was in sight.  Within a fortnight Ian would have moved out and 
all I would have left would be bad memories.  I could hardly wait.

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