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  Duty Bound

  The Enslavement

  of

  Jenny

  The Box Set

  By

  Christina Palmer

  Copyright © 2013 Christina Palmer

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  All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  ONE

  TAKING JENNNY

  Jenny squinted into the late afternoon sun, waving to Brad as he backed the Prius down the drive. She had mixed emotions, this was his third business trip to New York in as many months and Jenny was concerned that it didn’t bother her. Not even a little. If anything she felt a sense of relief.

  She gave one final wave as Brad’s car disappeared and turned to go back inside, but not before she spied her neighbour’s pimply teenage son, Daniel, ogling her as he raked leaves on their front lawn. Jenny smiled radiantly and gave him a wave that he awkwardly returned before continuing with his chore. Jenny chuckled softly as she gracefully climbed the stairs to her front door. At thirty-four the attractive brunette could easily have passed for a woman ten years younger. The soft waves of her chocolate coloured hair fell around her shoulders, contrasting her creamy complexion perfectly. She was wearing a red and white rugby jersey and a pair of tight blue jeans that hugged her curves flatteringly.

  As she turned to close the door, she saw that Daniel’s eyes were again upon her and she smiled inwardly when he turned away guiltily. It was nice to have some validation of her attractiveness, something that was sorely lacking in her marriage right now. She went down the hall and into the kitchen, flicking on the coffee percolator before sitting down at the table. Her mind wandered. Why didn’t she feel upset that Brad was gone again? Perhaps it was her fault? They had been married now for six years, and it seemed that while both of them had their successful careers nothing seemed to matter, they had money to burn and lived an extravagant lifestyle with scarcely a boring moment. Then the GFC had struck and Jenny’s advertising firm had gone under during the worst of the downturn.

  It had been over three years now, and although she managed to keep herself busy during the days by searching for permanent work and doing the occasional freelance job, the nights had become more and more strained. Jenny was bored and unsatisfied with her life, and it didn’t help that the spice had gone out of their marriage. Brad had become more and more involved with his work and was tired and snappy in the evenings. The spontaneity had completely disappeared and the nights now blended into one another, a relentless march of boring evenings, filled with television, bland conversation and petty arguments.

  More worryingly, their sex life had withered and almost died. Jenny was always the instigator now, and increasingly Brad rejected her advances, a situation that would have been unthinkable even a year ago. Perhaps then, it was no surprise that she should feel relief that he was gone for a couple of nights, for a little while she could put away the gnawing feeling that it was all coming to end and be by herself.

  That night, after eating a light meal with a couple of glasses of merlot, Jenny settled into the leather recliner and sighed happily as she sipped her third glass. “This is what I call quality alone time,” she said, giggling to herself as she watched some mindless romantic comedy from the fifties on the classics channel. The two glasses she had already consumed had relaxed her no end and also had the pleasant side effect of making her quite horny.

  Jenny switched off the television and reclined further into the chair. She had changed after dinner, her hair was now pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing one of Brad’s white T-shirts. She loved the feel of the cotton on her bare breasts as she stretched like a cat, her nipples tingling and stiffening. She closed her eyes letting the sensation wash over her and squeezed her thighs together as she started to play one of her favourite fantasies through her head.

  She teased herself like this a little longer, deliberately letting herself become more and more aroused. When she could bear it no longer she opened her legs a little and let her finger play lightly over her lacy panties, feeling the heat of her excitement through the inadequate material.

  Her finger rubbed over the panties more insistently and they became wet with her lust. She played longer, teasing her clitoris through the lace then sliding a finger further down and pushing against her opening. Finally, she reached the point where the panties just had to come off and she raised her pelvis off the chair and began to slide them down her smooth thighs. She was just negotiating them past her knees when the doorbell startled her.

  “Oh you are fucking kidding me!” she said aloud as she shot to her feet, heart thumping. She quickly and clumsily pulled her panties back up before straightening the T-shirt. It was barely long enough to cover her underwear so she quickly dragged on the pair of track pants that were draped over the sofa by the living room door, and scurried out into the hallway. She paused briefly to look in the hallway mirror, patting her hair into a semblance of tidiness, before moving on to the door.

  She arrived at the front door and peered through the peep hole. To her horror she saw her sister’s boyfriend of nine months, Mike Claven, standing there. Oh my God, she thought. What the hell does he want? She had never really taken to the dark haired and brooding southerner, and was perplexed as to why he would be alone on her door step at this hour. She took a deep breath before pulling the door open.

  “Well hello. What are you doing out and about at this hour Mike?”

  Mike paused a moment, looking at her. He was well built and at six feet two, towered over her by four inches. She had always thought his mouth slightly cruel and it was no different when he smiled at her now.

  “Just needed to show you something Jen, it couldn’t wait,” he said, and bustled past her without waiting for an invitation. She noticed he was carrying a laptop bag.

  “Oh okay, come on in then,” she said ironically. He paused, letting her pass and she led him into the kitchen. Jenny felt a little tipsy and unsteady on her feet and her clitoris still tingled from her aborted play. She tried to make herself sound as normal as possible.

  “Would you like a coffee or tea?” she asked. Mike shook his head and sat down at the dining table, before opening the bag and slipping out his laptop computer.

  “Won’t be a second booting up,” he said, his gaze lingering upon her for what seemed like a lifetime. This made her uncomfortable, but even though she felt he was acting strangely, she dismissed her feelings as alcohol fuelled paranoia.

  She put the kettle on for herself and turned back to find him still looking at her with a smirk. “What’s going on Mike?” she asked, for the first time becoming a little annoyed. She was taken aback when he patted the chair next to him, indicating she should sit.

  “You’ll see, just sit here so I can show you.” Jenny contemplated his oddness for a moment before deciding to humour him. She sat next to him, trying to see the screen of the computer; it was still facing away from her.

  “Now what you’re going to see will shock you, so be prepared.” Jenny looked quizzically at him; she had absolutely no idea what he was going to show her. He finally turned the laptop towards her so that she could see the screen.

  A video began to play. It was her. On a webcam in a strange room, naked f
rom the waist up, her mouth open in pleasure as her arm moved furiously at some task below the sight of the camera, it was very obvious what she was doing. Her heart began to thump in her chest. She felt as though her world was crumbling as she watched herself stand up from behind the desk and drop to her knees as a naked, tattooed man entered the scene. Tears started to stream down her face when the Jenny on screen started to slowly caress and kiss the penis of the newcomer. She couldn’t speak for several seconds.

  “Where the fuck did you get this?” she spat venomously.

  “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” he said, unpleasantly calm, “The fact is I have it, and you need to ask yourself what Brad would do if he saw it, his pristine wife sucking the cock of another man. It just doesn’t bear thinking about, does it Jennifer?” Jenny flinched, as much at his use of her full name as what he had said. No-one called her that.

  “That was a long time ago, and none of your fucking business. Were you spying on me? Where did you get this?” she asked.

  He laughed, “No, no don’t be silly, nothing so perverted.” He turned to the video watching her as she sucked the guy’s big shaft expertly, before looking back to her, licking his lips suggestively. “My, my you’re a naughty one Jennifer,” he said and shook his head disapprovingly.

  “I actually stumbled across it on a porn site, believe it or not. A site where guys upload videos of girls they’ve fucked, I just could not believe my luck when I saw you there! I mean I was fucking amazed!” He laughed again, shaking his head as though still in disbelief at his good fortune.

  “What are you going to do with it? Show Brad?” snapped Jenny.

  “Well not if you play your cards right. You would not believe how many times I’ve jerked off to this. Watching you take that load in your pretty mouth. Imagining what it would be like to blow my own load in you…” he placed his hand on her thigh.

  She slapped his hand away and stood up suddenly, “Don’t you dare touch me!”

  “Really Jenny?” he stood up and leaned over her in a threatening manner. “You’re not in a position to negotiate unfortunately. I would hate for Brad to open this on his work computer, could you imagine his face? I think we need to come to some kind of arrangement Jenny, and soon or this video might just find its way to his email and to everyone else in his department too. You don’t really want that do you Jenny?”

  “Why would you do this? It was just after we were married, we were having problems. It was so long ago, Mike, please?” she pleaded.

  He shrugged his shoulders in false sympathy before resuming his seat. “Well look at that would you?” She looked back to the screen just as ‘video Jenny’ pulled her mouth away from the enormous penis, and took multiple squirts of semen into her mouth; it spilled down her chin as she smiled up at the unseen man, eagerly swallowing his offering.

  “What do you want from me?” she said finally, defeated.

  He stood up again and came over to her, “Your utter and complete submission. I’ve fantasised about you since the first time I met you, and I’ve always dreamed of having my very own sex slave.” He reached up and tenderly caressed the side of her pretty face. “Who says dreams don’t come true?” Jenny didn’t respond as she thought furiously, trying to find a way out of this predicament.

  Without warning Mike grabbed the neck of her T-shirt with two hands and tore it down the middle. Jenny gasped as her firm breasts jiggled in sudden freedom and she attempted to cover them, to little avail.

  “My, my! Jennifer! Your nipples are hard; if I didn’t know better I’d say you were horny.” With that he pulled her hands roughly away from her breasts and down to her sides. “Leave them there,” he ordered, as he admired her bare chest. He reached out a hand, cupping her left breast as he looked into her eyes challengingly. His cruel smile returned as he began to tease her nipple.

  Jenny’s body responded immediately to this stimulation, her nipples becoming even more erect. She cursed inwardly as her mind raced. She found no solution as she tried to ignore his hand. One email from Mike and her life was ruined. She could see the bulge in her sisters’ boyfriend’s jeans, and knew this was bad. Very bad.

  “So what do you say Jen, do I send that email or do you consent to be my sex slave for as long as I want? I promise you will enjoy it.” As if to emphasise this point, he leaned over and took Jenny’s nipple in his mouth. The sensation of his warm mouth closing over her soft, sensitive skin sent a thrill of forbidden delight through her, she barely contained a cry of pleasure.

  She had one last bullet to fire. “What about Olivia? You don’t really want to do this to her, do you?” she pleaded breathlessly, now trying to ignore the insistent tongue flicking and teasing her nipple.

  His mouth left her and he stood upright, drilling her with his gaze. “What Olivia doesn’t know, won’t hurt her,” he said impatiently, “Now shall we do this? Or do I start sending emails.”

  “What do you want me to do?” She murmured, unable to look him in the eyes.

  “For a start Jennifer, let’s get the rest of your clothes off, I want to see the pussy that Brad’s been pumping all these years.” Jenny gasped. She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her, aroused not only by the fact that she accepted his illicit proposal, but also by the way he was speaking to her.

  They looked at each other a moment longer, Mike’s face triumphant. He knew he had won. Defeated, and she hated to admit it, excited, she pulled the remnants of her t-shirt off and stood there. “Come on!” he urged hoarsely, “the track pants too.” He grabbed the bulge in his jeans as he watched her. She pulled the track pants down and off, then straightened. Mike whistled through his teeth.

  “Great body Jennifer… Whoa! What have we here? Your panties are wet!” He grabbed her chin and tilted her face up to his. “You are horny, you dirty little slut.”

  Still clamping her chin, he reached down and probed her panties with his index finger. It took all of her willpower not to moan as he watched her eyes intently. “Get your ass up on the table.”

  Jenny pulled herself onto the table top and gasped again as he moved quickly to push her legs apart, and not gently. Once again his fingers probed her wet panties pushing the lace into her warm opening. Jenny closed her eyes and let her head loll backwards to look at the ceiling. She was maintaining her composure, not moaning, hoping against hope that he would stop. It was not to be, he slid her panties to the side exposing the most precious and private part of her.

  “Oh wow…yeah, that’s gorgeous.” He ran his bare finger from the top of her slit down over her clitoris and then further down, into her opening then up again. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body not to respond, trying to think of anything but what was happening.

  He slapped her thigh lightly, “Ass up! Let’s get those panties off.” She lifted her backside and he slid the panties down her thighs and off, and then ordered her to open her mouth. She looked at him, “Please…” she begged in vain, but was cut short when he stuffed the panties into her mouth.

  “Something for my slave to suck on while I eat her pussy,” he whispered. He knelt in front of her and put his strong arms around her, pulling her along the table top towards him until her pussy was right over the edge.

  She quickly looked upwards again trying to think of mundane things. She felt his tongue touch her clitoris and he began licking her up and down, around and around. This time she couldn’t help groaning through the lace in her mouth. He sucked and licked her greedily and her body responded. Shocked at how easily she had succumbed, she determinedly tried to shut out the stimulation.

  The longer it went on though, the less she could concentrate on trying to ignore it. He knew what he was doing down there, and she was helpless to switch off her body’s response. Her mind began to reason out the situation. It was just one night wasn’t it? To save her marriage it would be okay just this once, wouldn’t it? What choice did she have?

  She looked down at his face in her crotch and began to
move her pelvis in time with his darting tongue. He pulled his mouth away and smiled coldly, “That’s it whore, ride my tongue.” He went back to it and she did just that, riding his face even more eagerly, stimulated by his nasty words. Finally, when she could bear it no longer she spat out the panties and groaned. But even through the haze of pleasure, Jenny was finding it hard to fathom she had succumbed to Mike’s dark intentions so easily.

  He suddenly ceased his ministrations and used the fingers of one hand to open her labia. He slid a finger into her opening and she moaned louder throwing her head back. The feel of his finger in her was too much, and she pushed rhythmically against his hand. “Mmm,” she breathed.

  “You like that slut?”

  “Mmm yes…” she looked down at him, lust heavy in her eyes.

  She felt him slide another into her. By now she had lost any sense of guilt, all that mattered were the fingers inside her. The last of her resistance faded, and Jenny relaxed, immersing herself fully in the carnal action.

  “Put more in, fuck me harder.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. She looked down and watched as he slid a third, finger into her…God she felt so full, but wanted more, she reached down and grabbed his wrist attempting to push him deeper and deeper into her.

  When he spat onto her open sex, she was shocked at the act of debasement but also overcome with lust and quickly surrendered to her own primal cravings. “Oh yes! Oh my God, spit in me! Use me, I’m your slut!” She rode his fingers furiously, holding him inside her until she reached her climax, screaming in pleasure.

  He withdrew his fingers from her and she leaned back, panting. “That’s enough fun for you,” he said mockingly, as he stood; “now it’s my turn.” He pulled off his jeans and she was surprised at the size of his manhood. He jerked her off the table, swung her around and then bent her face down over it.

  “Spread your cheeks slut.”