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>