At My
Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Six I tried as hard as I could to get John to take me to his
conference with him. The thought of a whole weekend at Ian's mercy made my skin crawl. However
short of putting my foot down and insisting it didn't seem practical. I could have done that but
Ian would have heard and then our agreement would be null and void. He had a list of flats and
houses he was interested in and he planned to have a look at them the following weekend and then
move in the next. As I kissed John goodbye Ian put his arm around me and assured John that he would
take very good care of me. I tried to control the shudder of fear that ran through me at his words
but John was smiling and saying he couldn't think of anyone else he would be happier to leave me
with. If only he knew the irony of his words. The moment John's car pulled away Ian yanked my skirt
up and slid his cock into me. Pinned against the front door by his thrusts I obeyed his
instructions to remove my top and bra and hold my breasts up to his mouth. Despising my body's
traitorous response I though hard but was unable to control the orgasm that swept through me. Ian
watched me come with a satisfied smirk on his face before concentrating on his own orgasm. 'We're
going to have some fun this weekend,' he promised me, cruelly tweaking a nipple. 'Number one rule,
you are naked at all times unless I give you something to wear. Got it? I'll give you further
instructions as needed. Knowing better than to give him the satisfaction of asking his plans I made
my way to the bathroom to clean up. When I had finished my ablutions I heard Ian calling me from my
bedroom. When I entered I found he had rearranged the furniture to accommodate a video camera on a
tripod and his computer. He flashed me his by now familiar evil grin and waited for my comments but
I stood dumbly, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He was only too eager to explain though. 'We
are going to create an Internet site starring you, my dear sister-in-law. And before you protest
your identity will be kept secret. I've got some temporary hair dye and a mask for you to wear. I
thought that would add a sense of mystery as well and give our site something a bit different to
stand out from the crowd. So here you go, get back in the bathroom and turn your hair red. I want
to get started.' Reluctantly I obeyed his orders. If this was the worst ordeal he came up with I
could cope with this weekend quite easily. My imagination was obviously a bit more vivid than his.
The nightmares I had been torturing myself with over the past few days were hopefully going to
remain nothing more than phantasms. With my normally light brown hair transformed into bright
auburn I looked very different. Vamp red lipstick and heavy mascara further added to the
transformation. The mask Ian gave me was a narrow gold spangled thing that fitted across my eyes,
with large openings for me to see out of. It didn't really conceal much of my face but along with
everything else it helped to disguise me. I discovered that I had underestimated just how
humiliating an experience I was about to endure. Ian had me pose in a variety of lewd postures
while he directed me. In addition to the video camera he had a normal camera that he snapped away
with, getting in close to take intimate shots of me holding my cunt open to the camera's view. At
first he just had me pose, then he moved onto action shots. He ordered me to play with my breasts,
then my pussy, urging me to slide my fingers inside my cunt as he focused on every movement. Much
as I hated it my body seemed to enjoy the attention and I was well lubricated. Ian was naked and
was also wearing a similar mask to mine to conceal his identity as he crossed the video camera's
range of view. He handed me a vibrator and told me to get myself off with it. It was difficult with
the constant whirr of the camera in the background but I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself
elsewhere. I was worried that I wouldn't manage it and I had no desire to anger him so I was
relieved to feel the orgasm build and take over my body. Once I had stopped coming Ian took a break
to change films. He set the normal camera up on another tripod and attached a remote control. Then
he had me give him a blowjob. He had hooked the video up to a portable TV. The screen was within my
field of vision and I watched myself licking and sucking on Ian's cock. The woman on the screen
didn't look like me even though I knew it was. In some strange way it was intensely erotic to watch
and I found myself being more and more turned on. Once Ian had come and I had obediently swallowed
all the sperm he pumped into my mouth he gave me a bigger black vibrator and told me to masturbate
again. The video camera was still feeding through the tv and for the first time I saw myself
orgasm. I was so aroused I came again and again, forcing my eyes to stay open as I watched myself.
The result was that it looked as if I was staring directly into the camera as I climaxed and it was
extremely erotic. Ian could hardly believe my co-operation or the pictures he was getting. After I
had come for the fifth time he pulled the vibrator out of my cunt and replaced it with his mouth.
He had already proved himself something of an expert at oral sex and with my already high state of
arousal I completely lost control and went crazy. I could hear myself moaning and yelling
encouragement as my hips bucked enthusiastically and my fingers twisted in his hair and pushed
encouragingly. I could hardly tell where one orgasm stopped and another began. I moaned in protest
when he removed his mouth, then sighed with satisfaction when I felt his fat cock pushing it's head
into my cunt. He pushed my legs wide apart and pushed in torturously slowly. When I found the
strength to open my eyes I discovered he had the video camera in his hand and was intent on filming
his cock disappearing and reappearing out of my slippery cunt. He pulled apart the lips of my pussy
with one hand and focussed on my clit. He hardly touched it with his fingertip before I came.
Relentlessly he brought me to orgasm again and again, somehow maintained the slow movements of his
cock and his grip on the camera. At last he reached the limits of his self-control and he placed
the camera back on its stand and returned to the bed to fuck me hard and fast until he climaxed.
When he had finished I lay limp and exhausted on the bed without the energy to even close my
sprawled legs. Ian took the video and made a long slow pan of my exhausted body, finishing with a
long close up shot of my dripping cunt that was still occasionally spasming. He finally turned both
cameras off and began to fiddle with his computer, brusquely telling me to make him something to
eat. Deeply ashamed of the way I had performed for him I crept from the room on trembling legs. I
took as long as I could preparing the food but found when I took it up he was still working at the
computer. Obviously creating a webpage took more work than I had realised. Relieved at the respite
I returned downstairs and tried to distract myself with some TV. I must have dozed off, exhausted
by my body's exertions, because I awoke to Ian roughly shaking me. I trailed after him up the
stairs to his impromptu studio. He wanted a more or less repeat performance with a few variations.
Unless you have experienced it you have no idea how humiliating it can be to be forced to pose
provocatively for someone you despise. Ian was obviously enjoying himself. He circled round me
snapping away with his camera yelling things like: 'Stick your tits out more, come on squeeze them
together. Now lick a nipple, good, good. Right now pout at the camera, try to look like you're
begging to be fucked. Yes excellent. Now bend from the waist. Spread your legs wider so I get a
good shot of your tits. Now pull your pussy open. Oh yes, that's the shot.' I obeyed his directions
like a robot, trying to pretend this was happening to someone else, some strange red-haired woman
with too much make-up plastered on her face. Then Ian started fucking me again and I found it
impossible to divorce myself from the proceedings anymore. He relentlessly manipulated my body to
climax after climax until I was lost in a never-ending sea of sensation.

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 At last he stopped and
gave me a patronising slap on my bottom. 'Not a bad afternoon's work. You're staring to get the
hang of this. But then I always knew you were a slut despite your protests. All women are.' I
swallowed hard to control my anger. I swear if there had been a knife handy I would have stuck it
in him without a second's thought to the consequences. Perhaps it was all for the best that there
was no weapon within my reach. Instead I seethed silently. 'Now go clean yourself up. There's a
fancy-dress dance at one of the nightclubs tonight. I picked your costume out myself.' I showered
quickly, my uneasiness returning. I had hoped he had planned to work on his webpage all weekend. I
didn't like the idea of going out in public with him, even disguised by a costume and dyed hair. On
the other hand there would hopefully be less scope for him to abuse me if there were other people
around. When I returned to the bedroom and saw the costume he had chosen I knew my hopes were
foolish. It was supposed to be a belly dancer's outfit. There was a flimsy halter-top that did
nothing to conceal my nipples. Over it was a sleeveless cropped jacket. While it was slightly more
substantial it had no kind of fastening to keep it closed across my breasts and unless I clutched
it together it constantly swung open. The trousers were made of the same flimsy material as the
halter-top. There was a wide embroidered waistband that sat low on my hips. Each trouser leg
consisted of four separate strips of material that were only attached to the waistband at the top
and an ankle strap at the bottom. The only underwear Ian allowed me was a flimsy g-string that did
not help me feel any less exposed. The only part of the costume I liked was the mask. It was only
another flimsy bit of material, which hung from my nose and concealed the lower half of my face.
Combined with the other mask it would at least ensure that no one could recognise me. Ian filmed me
as I dressed, making me even more self-conscious. His only attempt at a costume was to add a cowboy
hat to his jeans and shirt. I had the ominous feeling that this evening was going to be just as bad
as my nightmares had predicted. While we waited for the taxi he had ordered to deliver us to the
night club Ian attacked my breasts with his mouth. By the time the taxi driver beeped outside I was
flushed and gasping and the wet material had become virtually transparent and was stuck to every
curve. I was grateful that it was already dark so the neighbours wouldn't see me leave in this
get-up. The interior light of the taxi gave the taxi driver a good view though. His eyes bulged in
their sockets and he twisted round for a better look. I burned with humiliation and didn't know
where to look while Ian smirked in satisfaction. He sat behind me and slid his arms around me to
cup my breasts. 'Hasn't she got great tits?' he asked, forcing me to thrust them almost in the
drivers face. The driver licked his lips, mesmerised by the view but clearly unsure what to say.
'Yeah, they're great,' he muttered at last. 'Where was it you were wanting to go?' 'The Blue
Lagoon.' Ian answered, sitting back and pulling me with him. He continued to suck and squeeze my
breasts throughout the journey. It was a miracle that we survived without an accident as the taxi
driver spent more time watching our activities in his rear view mirror than looking at the road.
Some deep hidden part of me seemed to actually enjoy the fact that my body could invoke such a
reaction but I tried to ignore the fact. Inside the nightclub the lighting was mercifully dim. Only
when someone was very close could they notice the transparency of my outfit. I relaxed and
partially began to enjoy myself. The generous measures of alcohol Ian was supplying me with also
contributed to my relaxation. By the time Ian tugged me onto the dance floor I was feeling a little
light-headed. I'm not normally a heavy drinker and I more typically drink wine than sprits. Still
anything that helped to distance me from my situation was welcome to me. I was grateful for the
support of Ian's arms around me but you could hardly call what we were doing dancing. He had my
hips pulled firmly against his so every sway of our bodies rubbed his burgeoning erection against
me. His hands roamed over my body, moulding the curves of first my body, then my breasts. I swayed
passively in his embrace despite his blatant actions until he began fumbling with his zip. 'What
are you doing?' I yelled in his ear over the pounding of the music. 'We're going to fuck right here
on the dance floor,' he replied, freeing his cock. I tried to break away from his grasp but he was
too strong. 'You'll get us thrown out or arrested,' I protested. 'Only if you draw attention to
us,' he replied, finally freeing his cock. It sprang out of his trousers, hard and ready. It only
took a second for Ian to push my g-string to one side, then his cock was prodding at the entrance
to my cunt. I glanced around nervously but all the other couples seemed pretty self-absorbed and no
one seemed to be looking directly at us. 'You're going to have to hook your leg around my waist,'
Ian instructed. I unwillingly obeyed and with the aid of his hands lifting my bottom we achieved
the right angle and his cock slid in. Neither of my feet were any longer on the ground and I was
entirely supported by his hands on my bottom and my leg gripping his waist. My breasts were within
easy reach of his mouth and he began sucking and nibbling them. He timed his thrusts to the beat of
the music that seemed to be echoed by the thunder of the blood in my ears. Helpless I felt the
orgasm build deep inside me and I was grateful the music drowned out my cry of release. Ian walked
through the crowd to a corner with his cock still buried inside me, which was the strangest
sensation. He pulled out and pushed me to face the wall. I braced myself against the wall as he
took me from behind. His cock slammed mercilessly into my cunt and his fingers grasped my nipples
and clit as he pounded us both to orgasm. Satisfied for the moment he directed me to the toilets
and arranged to meet me at the bar. He had two drinks already waiting for me and he introduced me
to a couple of men who wanted to dance with me. As he handed me over he whispered in my ear: 'Be
very co-operative or I'll be angry. I'll be watching your every move.' As the evening progressed my
partner's faces dimmed into one homogeneous blur. Only Ian's face remained clear, smirking as he
watched me submit to total strangers groping and mauling my body. Several of them came by rubbing
themselves against me while others took my hand and closed it around their cock to gain release. I
was dancing with some man, if you could call it that, when the announcement came that the nightclub
was closing soon. Ian joined us and I found myself trapped between two heavy male bodies. This
particular partner had been gentler than some of the others and my body had responded to his touch.
With Ian's hands added to the action I was soon moaning and twisting under their ministrations. Ian
pulled down my top, completely exposing my breasts, and lifted them to the man's mouth. He sucked
eagerly on them as his hands stroked my clit through the damp material of my trousers. My hand was
trapped in his trousers as his cock jerked in my grasp. I felt myself coming and involuntarily
clenched all my muscles. It triggered his orgasm and Ian laughed as we both gasped and moaned in
unison. When I removed my hand from the stranger's trousers Ian guided it to my mouth and
instructed me to lick off the semen deposited on it. The stranger watched my every movement avidly
before turning his attention to Ian. 'Yours is she?' he asked. Ian nodded smugly as he pulled my
top back over my breasts. 'You're a damn lucky man. Will you be here next week? I wouldn't mind
another 'dance' with her.' 'Maybe,' Ian replied vaguely. 'We're off now to a club I know that will
still be open for a while. Come along and you'll get to see her dance a bit more.' 'I'll be there,'
he promised, eyeing my body greedily.

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