Smut Relay Part 7 : Living Doll by Posy Churchgate

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Continued from Smut Relay part 6: Sisters by Hannah Lockhardt

Elly tried to shake herself free of memories which might cloud her judgement. As far as Jay knew they’d embarked on this elaborate plan purely to lure her rich, crass and selfish husband Richard into marriage and then empty his bank balance. He had swallowed the story she’d spun him about wanting revenge on the overbearing social climber who had dated then dumped Elizabeth, rendering her rejected and alone when she came to America in search of acting roles. Elizabeth’s lack of success had led to anxiety and depression and, despite putting on a brave front to family back home, she had descended into a negative spiral of self-doubt and poverty, eventually taking her own life.

Tragedy enough for Jay to understand Elly’s desire for revenge on Richard, hence the plan of marriage, honeymoon then kidnap by ransom-seeking pirates was hatched. The truth was far uglier than Eleanor could bear to reveal, being unwilling to taint her sister’s memory. In letters sent to Elly she’d confided the depth of her despair, self abuse and drug dependency which had become a reality for the once proud, defiant Elizabeth.

Elly’s hatred for Richard was bitter vitriol which fuelled her through the sham courtship, the pawings and clumsy bedroom antics she’d endured to lure him here to this pirate ship, behind bars and under threat of death. If Elly thought too hard about how he’d got her sister hooked on cocaine then passed her around his business acquaintances as a fuck doll, she simultaneously wanted to scream, vomit and plunge the curved knife over and over into his loathsome body.

A shadow fell over Elly and she turned to squint at its owner. Jay stood at the prow, his firm, muscled body and slightly straggly salt-tinged hair the total opposite of the fussy, arrogant man she had married. Richard had not been able to understand either of the sisters, Elizabeth’s liking for rough play and dominance had been misunderstood and abused by him, while Jay could pluck the strings of their desire and play beautiful music on their delicate bodies, pushing their limits yet leaving them craving more.

The first time that Elly had been invited along on a date with her sister and Jay she’d been a hot mess of excitement and anticipation all day, experiencing an uncanny thrill from the attentions of this older man. For once she didn’t care that she ventured into her sister’s territory; no she planned to watch and learn from her sister pleasing him because she intended to steal her man by doing everything Elizabeth did, and more!

Returning to Jay’s messy flat that night,both girls were the worse for wear, having consumed tequila slammers competitively, so there was no protest when he led Elly into his bedroom and tipped Elizabeth off his shoulder onto the rumpled bed, where she groaned and covered her eyes.

“Don’t you dare be sick!” he told her with a growl. She mumbled something groggily and he took the opportunity to kiss Elly thoroughly, his dancing tongue probing her mouth while his large hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples with his thumbs.

“Elizabeth!” He scolded, turning away from Elly to her to drag her sister off the bed and march her into his bathroom, where he pushed her under the shower and turned the water on with full force. She startled back to alertness with a barrage of curse words, her hair plastered to her face and mascara tracking streaks of black down her cheeks.

Elly watched with shock, which sobered her up a little. Elizabeth’s white tank and mini skirt turned transparent under the torrent of water, and she observed dark nipples hardened to stalks jutting against the thin fabric.

“There’s my little fuck doll!” Jay’s voice was amused. He pushed up the front of her skirt, Elly was shocked to note her sister was naked underneath. Jay pressed and massaged his fingers against her slit making Elizabeth moan, the hunger flashing across her eyes.

“How rude of us, we’re ignoring our guest!” Jay led the dripping girl into the bedroom and pressed her onto a chair adjacent to the bed. Immediately Elizabeth’s hands went behind her back, Elly surmised this was a regular occurrence. When he bound her wrists and ankles with cuffs already in place, she was in no doubt!

“Your sister’s been a bad girl,” Jay growled, stepping close to Elly and stroking her hair, “so my doll must take her punishment.” As he dug around in the bedside cabinet and produced a large mains powered wand, neither girl could take their eyes off it. Grabbing a roll of gaffer tape Jay bound it to Elizabeth’s leg, pressing its rounded tip against her clit before turning it on. Her moan was instant and feral, but Jay slapped her cheek.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut!” he warned, his eyes boring down into the bound girl’s anguished, mascara-streaked face. Elizabeth bit her lip when Jay turned on his heel, all focus on Elly.

“Time to play little one,” he leered, the cruel smile still curving his lips.

A steady pulse of arousal thumping in Elly’s pussy, her arousal soaked into her silk panties while her throat dried with anticipation. Jay bent his head to kiss and nibble down her neck until he reached her vulnerable pulse point where he sucked, bruising her flesh with his teeth. Elly’s toes curled with delight because she knew he was making a livid love bite for all to see.

“Let the dog see the rabbit,” Jay’s voice was velvet with menace.

He grasped either side of her blouse and ripped apart hard so that the buttons wrenched off and clattered to the floor. It was primitive and dominant, Elly nearly climaxed right then. A flood of warm moisture coated her labia and smeared her thighs.

To be continued …. Smut Relay Part 8: Becoming Eleanor by May More


About the author:
Posy Churchgate has been writing erotica since 2016, but is beginning to expand into different genres and styles of erotic writing. Happily married and heterosexual, Posy embraces experimentation within her relationship. She includes something she’s experienced in every scenario she creates; “libido is like a muscle, use it or lose it!” Posy jokes.

When she’s not reading or writing, Posy spends time with her family and dogs, binge watching shows on Netflix or horror films from behind a cushion!


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