XE-728 Fit To Be Tied
By Anthony Storm


CHAPTER ONE

The night was cold, very cold, and Helena Davison was quite content to be indoors. She stood at the upstairs window of her bedroom clinging to the red velvet curtain, staring into the icy darkness covering the lawn of her guardian's estate. This was the night of her eighteenth birthday, and she was excited because her guardian, Desmond Stone was certain to have some delicious surprise cooked up for her. Desmond always had something interesting for her on special occasions. He was a tall, overweight bear of a man who had controlled her life for the past twelve years, ever since the death of her parents in a skiing accident in Switzerland.

She smiled and turned to face her bedroom, a large, spacious, well-heated room with pink walls and delicate French-provincial furniture she had selected herself on her last birthday. But now she was eighteen, and supposedly, she would take charge of some of the estate her parents had left her. It would probably mean moving out of this house, eventually, but in the long run it would be best for her. She didn't want Desmond running her life forever. "Pick this up, put that away, be careful of the right friends, and countless other do's and don'ts," Helena had learned to hate.

Oh she loved the luxury with which she had been surrounded all these years, and she intended to continue surrounding herself with it once she came into her inheritance. The porcelain statues that stood on little round, hand-carved tables all over her room cost more than most families would pay to actually eat for an entire year. But when one had an endless supply of money, one spent it.

She loved digging her naked toes into the lush carpeting underfoot, carpeting that sprang back to its original shape the moment weight was taken off it, attesting to the cost of almost eighty dollars a square yard. It was perfectly matched to her draperies. Helena loved red. Her bedspread was a matching red, and she had various shades of red in the different dresses, skirts, and blouses she wore, not to mention her scarlet underthings.

At the moment she was wearing a bright-red pantsuit with nothing on, underneath. She loved walking around with just the pantsuit on, feeling the crotch dig into the hot cleft between her thighs. All her life she had loved touching and feeling herself there, but her guardian, who had caught her playing with herself when she was fourteen, had warned her not to do things like that. He had assured her, when the time came for her to understand her body, he would teach her.

She had grown up with private tutors, never allowed to mingle with other males and females her own age, and as a result knew absolutely nothing about sex. All she did know was that rubbing herself in the hot delta between her legs felt good. If she was unable to do it with her fingers, then she did it by wearing tight slacks and letting the crotch dig into her, while not wearing panties.

Nor did she wear a brassiere. Her breasts, while far from tiny, weren't overly monstrous, either. When she wore her blouse tight enough, her otherwise naked breasts were solidly restrained and jiggled very little, though she occasionally did loosen her blouse and let them bounce. She didn't know why, but she loved to feel them moving up and down, yet never actually slapping against her body because they were so firm. What was more, constant activity and exercise on her part kept her pectoral muscles so strong, her breasts would stand up without a brassiere, if necessary, for the next twenty-five years.

Helena was small. But she was very slender, and looked so much taller than her five feet. She had long, lustrous flowing dark-drown hair that was almost black. It cascaded down her back, almost never held in place, though she occasionally used a ribbon to tie it away from her ears. She had a natural tan, even in the winter, and she had been blessed with slender eyebrows that needed almost no plucking. They arched naturally, enhancing her big brown eyes, making them look like saucers. Her nose was slim and straight, not overly long, and she had a slim, cupid's bow-shaped mouth. She was very much aware that she was beautiful, and she was also naturally coquettish. How many countless times had she teased her guardian, unaware of the real effect she had on him?

She had small, straight shoulders, set well back, and because she was so slender, her breasts looked bigger than they were. Her waist was very thin and supple, and she had boyish hips with just the right roundness to announce that she was indeed very much a woman.

Headlights cut through the dark outside her window, and the large maroon limousine pulled up below, at the front door. Her guardian was home. She was overjoyed.

Pushing her feet into slender red slippers, she left her room and hurried into the hallway and down the spiral staircase, her feet sinking into the cushiony blue carpeting. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and posed provocatively for Desmond Stone, noting the way he looked at her as he took off his heavy black overcoat and handed it, along with his hat, to his butler.

Desmond was six feet tall, with hair a shade blacker than Helena's, and skin equally tan. He might well have been her father, or her uncle, but the fact was, he was unrelated to her. Rather, he had been a good friend of her mother's, and so had been named Helena's godfather at her birth. He had treated her with the utmost care, spoiling her horrendously, giving in to all her whims save that she be permitted to mingle with others her own age.

He had deep brown eyes, a long nose, and a rock-solid chin. From the neck down it was obvious he was slightly overweight, but it looked to be muscle rather than fat. At the moment, it was all covered by a rich blue suit.

When Helena had questioned him as to why she hadn't been permitted to mingle with others her own age, he had explained that he didn't want her trapped by marijuana smokers, as well as radical thinkers who would politically distort her judgment and remove from her the awareness that she was above them, and therefore better than they. When the time came, he would turn her loose in the world.

As far as Helena was concerned, the time was now, her eighteenth birthday. Now she wanted to sample some of that freedom.

"Hi," she greeted, smiling at him as tantalizingly as Brooke Shields in a Calvin Klein commercial.

"Well, well, well, the birthday girl," he nodded.

He had never been overly affectionate, allowing her an occasional peck on the cheek. But he had never tried tickling her or teasing her the way she had seen fathers on TV shows do with their daughters.

"Where's my surprise?" she asked.

"Always impatient, aren't you," he taunted. "Have you had your dinner, yet?"

"Yes, two hours ago," she admitted. "Not only that, but I've taken a long, hot, soothing bath, too."

"Good!" he nodded. "Come!"

He led her into a large library, a room she had been in countless times before, and he closed and locked the door. Then he turned to her and handed her a copy of the last will and testament of her parents.

Curious, Helena opened the folder and began reading what was inside.

It left her everything belonging to her parents, which was what she had expected. But with it was a piece of paper enumerating her parents' debts at their death. A corresponding sheet showed how much overall cash she had been left, and how much had gone to pay her parents' debts. She realized, with a sudden shock, that the remaining balance, even after years of being left in the bank and piling up interest, wouldn't support her for more than two years.

"But... is this all?" she asked, as her uncle sat behind a large desk and began puffing away at a cigar.

"All that you've been left," he nodded.

"But surely there must have been something to compensate you for all the years you cared for me," she insisted.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "I received nothing. Everything I've given you has come from my own earnings. Granted, I'm extremely wealthy, but none of it came from your estate."

"But what am I to do?" Helena asked. "I can't impose on you for the rest of my life."

"Not quite true," her guardian expounded. "You see, I do expect you to pay me, but the option is, of course, up to you. I've waited until now, until your eighteenth birthday, so that you'll fully understand what it is I want from you."

He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a large book.

"What's that?" she asked.

"A sort of Satyricon," he replied. "It's graphically illustrated, and it has just enough text to explain everything fully."

"I see," she nodded, though she didn't, not really.

She opened the book, and realized it was filled with people dressed much as they were in the old Roman times. Dressed? Undressed was more like it, but there was just enough clothing to suggest when all this was supposedly taking place.

The text was simple.

IN OLD ROME, THERE WERE THREE BASIC CLASSES OF PEOPLE. THERE WAS THE ARISTOCRACY, THE FREEDMEN AND WOMEN, AND SLAVES. THE MIDDLE CLASS WERE LABORERS AND ARTISANS, WHILE THE UPPER CLASS, THE ARISTOCRACY, VIRTUALLY OWNED THE SLAVES. SLAVES HAD NO EXISTENCE OF THEIR OWN OUTSIDE THE WISHES OF THEIR MASTERS. IT WAS THEREFORE VERY COMMON FOR A MEMBER OF THE ARISTOCRACY TO TAKE FULL SEXUAL PLEASURE FROM SLAVES HE OWNED, AND THE SLAVES, IN ORDER TO SURVIVE, HAD TO COMPLY WITH THEIR MASTER'S ORDERS WITHOUT QUESTION.

What followed was a pictorial compendium of slave compliance, and sexual knowledge burst fully into Helena's mind as she understood why men and women were constructed differently, and precisely what it was women did to please men. Shocked, she stared at photos of fellatio, cunnilingus, and copulation performed in every conceivable position. She saw pictures of anal sex, and even of more than one man using a woman at the same time.

She was stunned, sitting in the large overstuffed chair in front of her guardian's desk. Page after page was turned, and she witnessed things she'd never dreamed existed.

Finally she looked up, and said, "What has all this to do with me?"

"I'll be very frank, darling," he told her. "I've put up with your antics and your tantrums and your spoiled attitudes all these years for one reason, and one reason only. I want you for my personal body slave."

"What!!!" Helena gasped.

"Oh, in public you'll still be my ward. You'll have every conceivable toy your heart desires, but when we're alone in the house, you will do precisely as I say, when I say. Those photos should give you an excellent idea of what I'll be requiring of you."

"But I thought you did it out of love," she gasped. "Out of lust, darling. Pure, simple lust."

"I see," she said, exhaling. "And if I don't agree?"

"You're free to go. So that the rest of the world won't think me some kind of cruel, overbearing person, I'll give you a new car, and I'll even pay the rent on a small, modest three-room apartment somewhere, anywhere you choose, for a year. After that, you'll be on your own. You'll have to work for a living like the common herd. But I think I should warn you, you're really not capable of holding down a job. I know, because I've had you tested rather regularly. You'll end up becoming a streetwalker, doing for others what you would be doing for me. The only difference is, they'll pay much less. Not only that, but you'll probably end up with some kind of police record, and when you get too old to please men, you'll starve to death."

"But why?" Helena asked, wide-eyed.

"I want your body," the forty-eight-year old man told her.

"You can have almost any woman you want," she pointed out.

"For a night, or in marriage," he nodded. "But I want a slave. A woman to wait on me hand and foot once we're upstairs. In exchange for that, you're guaranteed a good place to live, all the clothing you want, any kind of car you wish. The longer I live, the more you'll benefit, because my will is going to stipulate that for every year you live with me, you're to receive twice the amount of money as the previous year at the time of my death. For instance, if I die this year, all you'll receive is ten dollars. Next year it'll be twenty dollars. If you stay with me a period of twenty years, you'll inherit, after taxes, two million dollars. Twenty-five years, and it'll be sixty-five million dollars. As I said, the longer I live, the more you'll inherit. At the present time I'm worth about five billion. Twenty-five years from now, if I'm still alive and running my businesses, I'll be worth nearly a trillion. Needless to say, if you stay with me for more than forty years, you'll inherit everything."

"Forty years. I'll be..."

"Fifty-eight, still young enough to be madcap, but too old to worry about accidentally conceiving. Naturally, if you should give me an heir, I'll double the amount to be paid out each year in case of my death. Half to you, half to my offspring."

"I - don't know..." Helena gasped.

"Don't be ridiculous," he taunted. "You do know."

"Am I to limit myself solely to you during all that time?" Helen asked, horrified at the thought of her body being possessed solely by this bear of a man.

"No, dear, You'll sleep with other men, men of my choosing, naturally. I intend to use you to increase my business. You're very beautiful, you know. But first, I intend to train you to my way of doing things."

"I see," she shuddered.

"The idea appalls you, doesn't it," he smiled.

"And it seems to thrill you that I hate it," she snapped.

"You're an unbroken mare," he nodded. "I'll enjoy breaking you in, but I want a certain degree of willingness."

He rose to his feet and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. Walking over to her, he folded his arms in front of her, and looked down at her.

"You knew I'd agree, didn't you," she said.

"Of course," he smiled.


CHAPTER TWO

Helena had made what was probably the single most difficult decision in her entire young life. It had been an extremely unhappy choice to make, but the alternative Was something totally unbearable. It had been a difficult decision to come to, but it would be even more difficult to actually perform. Yet she had definitely decided what she intended doing. Anything else would have been out of the question.

Her guardian reached down and took her book from her lap, then he slowly tugged her to her feet, his fingers surrounding her waist, claiming her, the prize for which he had waited so long. One hand closed over a wrist, and he led her to the rear of the library where there was an overstuffed velvet sofa, one which, for the first time was covered with a sheet. As he sat her down, sitting beside her, he said, "I don't want mere compliance, Helena. I want an avid response on your part. I want you to make me believe that you adore being my own personal body slave."

His ardor totally surprised her as his mouth came down on hers, hungrily kissing her like a lover for the first time in their relationship. At the same time one of his hands reached for her breast, his fingers digging into the flesh through her blouse, making her more aware than ever that she wasn't wearing underclothing. Now she knew her vagina would receive far more than a mere rubbing from the crotch of her pants. It would receive the ultimate massage.

God! I won't be able to stand it! she thought. I have to close my mind to all this and tell myself this is for my own future, for my own eventual good. I'm going to let a man I'd never thought of as a lover do all the things a lover ought to do. God help me!

She groaned, but it was not a groan of desire or rapture. Rather the sound came from the very depths of her newly tormented soul as she momentarily struggled against him, aware of the way his tongue was pillaging her mouth, feeding the way his rapacious hands wandered over the taut firmness of her body. She knew all this was futile. She had made her deal with the devil, and she would stand by it.

Another deep groan escaped from her tortured inner self, signaling to her guardian that she was prepared to fully accept his conditions. The man smiled, knowing all his waiting these many years had not been in vain. Right from the time he had been given custody of the precocious brat, he had wanted to fuck her. She looked so much like her mother, the one woman he had loved when he was younger, that he was determined to have her. What was more, her parents, in their will, had unwittingly put her at his disposal.

"I want you to relax, Helena," he whispered to her. "We have all the time in the world from now on."

He pushed her against the back of the sofa and pressed his anxious mouth to her throat, kissing her neck, letting his tongue titillate her flesh as it moved to her earlobe and poked itself into her ear. He used the tip of his oral organ to run around the rim of her ear, and in spite of herself, Helena, who had never known such physical sensations before, found herself shivering.

"You're an exceptionally perfect female," he whispered, his voice brushing across her cheek as she lay, stretched full length on the long divan, her slender thighs tightly clamped together, dreading the moment when he would finally touch her in the one place he had forbade her to touch herself all these years. Now she knew why. He had to be first, even before her.

His meaty hand roamed down across the flat front of her trembling belly, moving ever lower to the outside of her slender thigh, lower, lower to the juncture between her columnar thighs. She stiffened and his hand returned to her waist where he tried to savagely tug her elasticized waistband down. But he was unable to do so. Angry, his fingers cut into her thigh flesh as his nails literally dug a hole in her slacks. He tore and he ripped, and first one leg, then the other was torn from the upper part of her slacks. He pulled hard, tearing the useless cloth from her legs, yanking her red slippers off in the process. Now she looked as if she were wearing a pair of ragged red cut-offs as so much of her flesh was exposed. She felt cool air wash over her cuntlips because she had no panties on under her pants. For the first time in her life she regretted not wearing them.

She shivered as his finger indelicately slid under the ragged tear of her right pantleg, teasing soft, sparse strands of her pubic hair, hair that was two shades lighter than that on her head. Slowly he moved his finger into her pink slit, a dry slit at the moment. The ball of his finger moved around expertly, seeking, and finally finding the tiny, enshrined button of her hidden clitoris. It was a part of her body with which she was totally unfamiliar, but as he rubbed it, initiating thrilling sensations she had so often sought to unknowingly build in her quivering body, she knew now he had to be the initial person to arouse these feelings in her in order to maintain a new kind of control over her.

Helena cringed within herself each time his finger massaged her, her mind wrestling with values he'd initially built in her when warning her to never fondle herself. Now he was doing just that. What she'd thought to be simple love, the adoration of a parent for a child, was in reality the hard, hungry lust of a male for a female. She had no idea why it was so important that she be the object of his wanton need, yet the simple fact was, he wanted her above all other females, and he had placed her in a position where she had to give herself to him, or not only lose the good life, but lose the ability to simply survive.

"Please... Uncle Desmond..." she gasped. She had called him uncle for want of a better title all these years in spite of there being no relationship between them.

Her voice was a moan as she became aware of the strength in his hands, yanking her thighs mercilessly apart, tugging at the thin band of cloth protectively covering her defensively cringing vaginal labia.

"Uncle Desmond?" he teased. "My dear Helena, I think the time has come for you to grow up in more ways than one. We're about to develop a closeness we've never had before, so you'd better drop the Uncle."

His voice was no longer the paternal one of a father impatient with a child who was bothering him. No, there was no irritation as far as he was concerned. He had waited twelve years for tonight, and she knew he would take full advantage of it.

His fingers twisted in the crotchband of her pants, turning hard and fast, pulling until he tore them from her body with a solid yank. She heard the material rip and even felt it happen, as if part of her own flesh was ripping. Her tender young girlish loins were now tremblingly naked and totally exposed to him.

"No!" she gasped. "Oh no! God, Desmond, no!" she cried, clamping her thighs tightly together, a hand instinctively moving between her legs to hide the shamefully exposed nest therein.

"Please don't be difficult, Helena," he insisted. "Open those slim thighs of yours. I know this is traumatic for you, but remember, I did put you through all sorts of batteries of tests, and I know this is one shock you'll survive without any scars. I'm aware that, if necessary, I can get rough with you. I don't choose to, but if I have to, I will, so obey me as you've obeyed me in the past. I promise the rewards of obedience this time will be unbelievably heavenly."

"P-please..." she gasped. "Leave me alone, Uncle Desmond. I - I just can't go through with this."

"Darling, if you don't do as ordered, I'll tear your beautiful dark hair from your lovely head."

"My God!" she gasped. "You wouldn't do something as horrible as that. Not after all we've meant to one another all these years. Please... oh please... don't..."

"Helena, you mean only one thing to me. All these years I've been savoring precisely what it is you've meant to me, and tonight I'm about to fulfill the desire that's been plaguing me all these years. The desire to touch, to taste, and to plunder between your thighs. Now open them, sweetheart!"

Defeat shuddered through her horrified body mingling with the terror inside her, and against her will she slowly relaxed the muscles of her slim, pillarly thighs, allowing the rich tan columns to splay out just a little, revealing her precious pink slices glistening in the center of a sparse ring of light-brown fuzz, fuzz that lined her feminine softness where her petal-like lips swelled and protruded like a tiny nether pair of oral lips, the clitoris peeping out like a protruding tongue. It was already extending out from the protective canopy of tender flesh surrounding it.

Then his tender assault began.

Helena gasped as his finger moved into the soft furrow between her quivering thighs, tracing the length of the divide between her inner lips. She found herself wriggling and shuddering, thinking how much she detested what she was feeling, thinking how disgusting it was for any man to take advantage of a helpless woman this way. Yet for all her mental rejection of what was taking place, her mind seemingly wanted to accept it, and there was a moment of definite warmth, of delightfully prurient agitation, causing a new thrill she was unable to explain as the man continued insinuating his probing finger ever deeper into the hotly sodden and tremblingly pliant vaginal causeway between her quivering thighs.

Helpless beyond belief, the lovely brunette nevertheless felt something definitely happen that she was unable to explain to herself: the feelings she had so often tried to build in her belly with the pressure of her crotchband. Warmth continued spreading through her helpless belly, building a tingling awareness that heightened the mounting sensations suddenly centering in that wet pit where Desmond Stone's finger continually probed.

The feeling was incredible and drove her half-wild. Much as she was afraid of it, Helena wanted more.

The lovely slender brunette moaned in an agony of total emotional conflict and what was still unrecognized sensual desire continued building as her nerve endings came alive with the thrillingly shimmering electric shock of newly discovered desire. Sensation traveled along the soft flesh of her tan thighs, her loins continuing to surgingly respond to him though her mind warned her body it ought not to respond. She didn't want to learn to love what he was doing to her. All right! She would be his slave! Let him throw himself on her and rip her body apart, perhaps kill her or turn her into a mindless husk. But she didn't want to learn to love the degradation he was forcing on her.

She squirmed her buttocks firmly into the soft cushions of the sofa in a desperate attempt to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan of helplessness suddenly changing its tone - becoming a mewling whimper of wanting need as his fingers continued taunting the tightly sensitive portal never previously entered, gently thrusting into it several times, then finally parting the softly curling strands of delicate pubic curls as he finally made strong, definite contact with the small, pulsing head of her now-erect clitoris.

Helena was aware of how wet she was in there, oils seeping from her unwanted relationship with a man she would never have dreamed of as a lover, never in a million years. Forbidden sexual excitation began filling her, a sensation totally alien to her, but equally desirable. She clenched her teeth to hold back a groan of pleasure, She decided she would not succumb to the salacious feelings continuing to build inside her no matter what he did. He was a horrible bear of a man, and she would never mentally accept him as her lover.

Mentally? Why just mentally? She ought not to accept him as a lover even physically. So he threw her out. He had said something about setting her up in a small apartment, even giving her a small car, and then she would be able to do things like this with some man she liked and not be forced to suffer through it with an ogre like Desmond.

Suddenly she reached a decision. She would be no worse off allowing some other man to do these things to her. Surely there were enough wealthy men who were good looking, and at least one of them would find her attractive. She wasn't foolish enough to suppose he would want to marry her, but he would at least have her in no worse a position than her guardian. At least there would be no lies, no deceit between her and some other man.

One thing was certain, and that was she wanted nothing more to do with Desmond. Even more enjoyable was the thought that she would be depriving him of what he had been waiting for all these years.

Forcefully, she thrust her small hands against his chest as she squirmed, then kicked, doing her best to push his brutish body away from hers.

"No!" she yelled at him. "Stop it, Desmond! I don't want this! Not from you! Get off me!"

Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught the older man totally by surprise. He had been so close, and suddenly she was changing her mind. Hell! He was too roused to let something like that take place. Nor did he have any intention of letting her get away after waiting this long. He caught her two wrists once again in a steel-fingered grip, his almost paunchy weight pressing down on her, pinning her to the sofa beneath him.

"You little bitch!" he all but roared at her, forcing one hip and thigh into the hollow between her loins, wedging the slim pillars wide apart while his finger continued plundering the now-open and dripping inner wetness of her tenderly sucking vagina. "You're going to be fucked by me, Helena, you're going to be fucked good. But you'll never be able to claim you were raped. Because when I'm through with you, you'll be climbing the walls, begging me to screw you. Yes, you'll be reduced to a blithering idiot in your desire to discover what it's like to have a solid cock plunging inside that hot, tight cunt of yours. Make up your mind to relax and cooperate now," he rasped at her, a lewd smile twisting his face.

"You're insane!" she rasped. "You're out of your mind. I'll never beg you to do anything like that to me, you horrid old man."

"Horrid old man, eh? You'll beg, Helena! You'll see!"

Slowly, very slowly, Helena stopped her struggling, realizing the uselessness of it all as she allowed herself to relax once again against the soft cushions of the sheet-covered sofa, the insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation reaching into her frantically helpless brain. God! She was trapped. All she was able to do was lie there and allow this horrible beast of a man to do whatever he pleased to her, letting his hands roam her lush body at will, taking all the indecent liberties he had not even permitted her to take with herself. Then, when he was ready, he would do to her some of the things he had shown her in that book. He would plunge that part of him lodged between his own thighs into the tight gap between her thighs, violating her slender form as he filled her with himself. If his organ looked anything like those she had seen in the satyricon, he would probably tear her narrow interstice wide open. There was nothing she would be able to do to stop him. She was damned no matter what happened. Perhaps this was punishment for her assuming the simple man who had taken care of her had no feelings and was an old fuddy duddy.

Soft tears of humiliation poured down her cheeks as she realized how hopeless was her situation. She felt a revulsion in her own throat for her reactions, aware of how much her body still craved the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitalia. Each little movement elicited a new, different, uncontrolled response in the aroused humidity of the female gully between her thighs.

His voice was loud and rasping in her ear, almost startling her as she felt his hot breath against her cheek. "Starting to really feel good, isn't it, Helena darling?"

She rolled her head to the side, doing her best to twist her lovely face away from his mouth. She didn't know what to say, and even if she did, the words didn't want to come out. They caught in her throat. She was unable to speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers continually palpating her quivering, upstanding clitoral nodule and making her work her lovely, writhing asscheeks ever deeper into the cushions in the hope of possibly escaping the frenzied, nerve-shaking sensations that continually coursed through her softly vibrating internal self. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she once again capitulated willingly.

"Unh! Goddduhhh!" she groaned. "God! God! God!"

Her voice was a whimper that seemed to draw out as the man continued his manual stimulation of her abused clitoris.

The man moved his huge, bearlike body above hers, finally letting go of her wrists. Both hands moved up to her head, his fingers running through the hair on her temples, interlacing with it as he straightened her face out, then pressed his hungry mouth to hers, kissing her wetly, his tongue probing deep into her mouth as his hand fell and his finger continued massaging her naked cunt again.

"I'm going to finish undressing you, Helena," he said to her. "You're not going to fight me anymore. Instead, you'll cooperate."

She knew without moving that she'd do precisely as he ordered. There was nothing to help her situation.

He sat up and pulled her to a sitting position, as well. Then she heard the zipper on the back of her blouse being pulled down. She shut her eyes, not wanting to think about what was going to happen to her, just sitting there, lifting her arms automatically when he hoisted the blouse over her head. Cool air once again played over her naked body, and she felt more ashamed of the fact that she was revealing that she never wore a brassiere than the idea that he was staring at her nakedness. Her nipples were throbbing, something they had never done before, and they pointed like round-tipped nails against the pressure of Damn! He's going to do it to me, and I can't watch it! I'm afraid. God help me!

The odd thing was, there had been little enough modesty in the house all this time when there were ho servants around. He would often come out naked after a shower, his penis dangling flaccidly in front of him, making her aware of the differences between male and female, though never letting her know why. But this time, knowing his naked body was going to cover hers, she shuddered with terror.

"Stop being so childish, Helena," he snapped. "It isn't as if I'm going to show you something you haven't seen before. Granted, you'll see it in a somewhat more turgid state, but it's still the same part of me you've seen all these years."

She realized what he was saying was true, that she wouldn't be seeing something she had never seen before. Besides, she would have to face up to it eventually. This was more than looking at pictures. She was involved in this, as involved as any one person was able to get.

Slowly, reluctantly she opened her eyes, but when she saw him, she gasped. There he was, totally naked, kneeling on the sofa between her widespread legs, his face looking totally different, almost twisted with the lust he was feeling for her. Without wanting to, she allowed her eyes to sweep down his bearlike body with its paunch of a belly to the thickness of his licentiously stiff penis as it obscenely stood out, below. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she saw. Not only was it so much longer and thicker than it had ever looked in its relaxed state, but it was far more gigantic than any of the monstrous organs she had seen in the picture book he had given her. His huge hand with its long his caressing palm.

Desmond gasped as his fingers, like hawk's talons, enclosed the warmth of her vibrantly tan flesh, heatedly kneading, squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples between his fingers until she almost felt pain. When his hand removed itself, it was replaced by the pressure of his mouth, sucking in one of the hardened buds as well as an areola, both a rich tan, almost brown. He licked and sucked maddeningly, making her nipples swell even more, then transferred his mouth to her other breast where he did the same thing. Then his mouth began kissing her ribcage, as if counting the ribs on each side of her body. One by one he kissed his way down. Then his tongue was washing across her flat belly, dipping into the cup of her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her swollen, young breasts.

She was very much aware of the moment his hands left her breasts and slowly moved down to follow the path previously taken by his lips and tongue, first touching her ribs, then her naked belly .'Down, down, down they moved, sliding over her hips and the outsides of her thighs to her knees, then back up the insides of her warm, smooth loins, parting them all the more widely, exposing her naked flesh to his hungering eyes, his breath rasping in his throat as his hand once again returned to the center of her, plunging between her vaginal lips.

Helena kept her eyes tightly closed when he lifted his body from hers, taking his weight off her. She heard the whisper of a zipper being tugged down, then heard cloth move against cloth and flesh, and knew the man was taking off his own clothing.

I can't look, she thought to herself. Damn! Damn!

Fingers barely managed to encircle the organ it was so thick. He was tugging on it, moving the outer casing of flesh back and forth, and the gigantic purple head looked to be as large as a door knob.

"Dear God! It's so big!" she gasped.

"You'll have to go a long way to match it, much less beat it!" he assured her.

The lovely brunette continued gaping at her guardian, feeling more and more humbled with every passing moment. She felt humiliation at the sight of her own nakedness so obscenely spread before the man's wolflike eyes, filling her with utter shame and total degradation. Her being here like this only emphasized her total aloneness and the helplessness with which she faced this evil man.

There was no doubt about his being evil. Only an evil man would have concocted a scheme to wait all these years and then reduce a helpless young girl like herself to a slave. Her racing brain had come to the conclusion that he was immensely enjoying all this; the torment as well as the actual doing. There was a cruel gleam in what had once been bland eyes but were now ferret's eyes as she watched him actually enjoy the misery to which he was subjecting her. It was the gleam of a mentally deranged mind. Yes, yes, that was it! He was mentally sick. He had suddenly evolved into a sadist.

Even as she continued staring, aware very much of her helplessness Helena realized the tingling in her body was continuing to mount, thrills of unwanted desire starting to take control of her. The tingles were like summer lightning bursting through her, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along sensitive nerve-endings. Nevertheless, a new sense of horror was now building inside her as she stared at the way he kneeled between her tantalizing young thighs. Having seen pictures of those other immense penises, she had concluded any one of them would tear her inner flesh and make her bleed painfully. But looking at the unbelievable monster between her guardian's thighs, she realized he would probably divide her into two equal halves if he forced that log inside her. It was something designed to fit inside female elephants rather than a narrow well such as the one lodged in her own body.

Her jaw fell slack, and Desmond smiled, saying, "Stop looking so horrified, darling. Wait until I've fitted all this inside you, and I assure you you're capable of holding every last millimeter of it." His voice seemed a tormentingly grating sound to her ears, and the man seemed to enjoy the horror and fear twisting her lovely face. "You'll not only love the sensation, but you'll be begging me to do it again and again. What's more, if you're a good little slave and behave properly, I'll do just that."

Once more tears welled up in her lovely, large amber eyes.. They overflowed the brims and went sliding down her lovely cheeks as she understood that no matter how hard she struggled, no matter how loud she screamed, this horrible beast of a man would show her no mercy.

She ignored his references to her possible enjoyment of it all. Her mind was too busy feeling self-pity and looking at the hopelessness of her situation. With every passing second she became more horrified, aware of the fact there was no escape from the tormenting ravishment he was going to visit on her helpless young body. He was sex-crazed, and in a way this was funny, because he had always obviously hid his previous affairs from her, making her think he was a quiet man who had no desire whatsoever for any kind of romance. Though she'd had no idea about sexual coupling until only a few minutes ago, movies had made her very much aware of romance between men and women, though she'd had no idea there was anything beyond simple kissing. Now she knew there was more, and now she knew he intended making full use of her lovely, lithe form, letting her know there was nothing "unromantic" about him, if ravaging was considered "romantic." There was nowhere for her to turn. She had never felt so helplessly alone in her entire life, not even when she had been told of the death of her parents. Her moving into his house had taken place so swiftly, she hadn't had an opportunity to feel loneliness. But now she was totally alone, and completely at the lack of mercy this man was about to show.

He leaned forward, and then slowly lowered his ponderous self on top of her slender form, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment. The long, hard thickness of his probing penis pulsated against the soft flesh of her belly, his brazenly searching hands once again crushing and manipulating the smoothly moulded apples of her breasts, savagely causing her to whimper because of the pressure. Her mouth opened to suck in air, but instead she found it filled with his tongue. It reached as far in as was humanly possible, teasing the back of her throat, almost making her choke.

After what seemed like an eternity of his mouth pressuring hers, he lifted it from her, saying, "God! You taste wonderful, all over. But you aren't reacting, Helena, darling. You think to close your mind to everything I do, eh. Very well, we'll see. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be reduced to a whimpering shadow of yourself."

She didn't quite understand what he meant at first, but stared as he slid down along the length of her shuddering body until his face glared down at the taunting juncture between her thighs. Remembering some of the pictures she had seen in the book, Helena knew what he was going to do and recoiled in repugnance. His mouth? He was going to clamp his mouth down there?

"No!" she gasped. "Don't... don't do that to me! Please... I've never, I mean... I don't want..." But the man had already placed the palms of his hands against her soft inner flesh, pressing on her thighs, pushing them far apart. She struggled to try and keep him from splaying them, but her efforts were futile. A whine rose from her constricted throat as she stared between the small mounds of her breasts to the light-brown triangle above which his anxious face was leeringly poised. His countenance was distorted with passion as it hung directly over the soft pinkness of her palpitating cunt.

"Oh my God! Uncle Desmond... you can't... not that... oh no... no!" she wept. Yet even now she was remembering the looks of ecstasy written on the features of the women who had men doing this to them. She wasn't fighting what was being done to her as much as who was the one doing it.

There, between her slender loins, on his knees, hands of powerful strength pressing apart the tenderly soft, warm columns of her smoothly slender, tan thighs, her hungering guardian stared down anxiously at the pink furrow of her delectable womanhood, ringed as it was with her soft brown hair, the full inner labia pouting at him like two lips waiting to be kissed. Viscous droplets of her clear inner moisture clung to the ringlets of hair, and as Helena lay there in terror beneath the amorphous man, her eyes wide and pleading with him not to continue doing all this, she knew even then it was no use. Her humiliation was total and complete as she watched, petrified. His huge hands slid a little higher as he placed his thumbs against her trembling vaginal labia, parting the soft curls of pubic hair, drawing first her outer lips apart, then her sticky inner lips, exposing the softness of her formerly secret inner passage to his salaciously determined gaze.

Helena was well aware of the heat of his breath as it poured out all over her hot pussy, teasing her coral flesh. She moaned aloud in agonized shame as, still watching, unable to tear her eyes from this horrible sight, she saw him drop his face and gasped as she felt the flat of his tongue slither straight up through her puddinglike pinkness, lapping wildly away.

Her body responded tremulously to what he was doing, behaving instinctively, twitching with a convulsive determination to try and get away from this unnatural outrage her guardian was performing on the flooded center of her womanhood. Her hips ground back into the sheet-covered cushions as a morass of detestation welled up inside her for this loathsome man who looked so ridiculous slurping his tongue into her cunt like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. The oral organ moved more and more furiously with every passing moment.

As far as she was concerned, he was a perverted maniac. Somehow, in some way, she would find a way to free herself and escape.

"Aaaannnhhh... uuhhuuuu uunnnngggggg hhhh... My God... don't do this... ohhhh... gggghhhh-hhaaaannnnnngggghhhh..." she gasped aloud.

She continued groaning. She felt so totally humiliated and shamed, and the thrusts of his tongue were like torturous stabs. It just didn't seem possible that this was happening to her, of all people, and on her eighteenth birthday.

Thoughts continued tumbling around and around, spinning through her mind as she did her best to blot out what was taking place. But after a while there was no denying the simple fact that what was happening to her was a reality, and reality was something she had to face. The man's tongue continued racing into her seemingly unreceptive but rapidly stimulated vagina.

"Please... no more... don't do this... no... this is wrong... remember, you always told me never to fondle myselllfff..." she begged, feeling shame in the unwanted pleasure slowly continuing to build throughout her entire shuddering form.

Her guardian's depraved tongue was making her feel sensations the like of which she had never believed possible. There was stimulation in the puddled depths of her aching vaginal trough, and her body continued clamoring for more.

Reality seemed too overpowering, and she tried forcing herself to fantasize in order to block all this out. But no fantasy began to equal the pleasure her physical self felt from this reality. Though she tried fighting desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of sexual delight continually blistering their way through her, stabbing into her loins with an uncontrollable explosive power, subverting her body to this man's wantonly lascivious will, she knew now there was no hope. Her body was betraying her, and in spite of her initial revulsion, she now wanted more.

Gazing down through hazy eyes, she saw his own burning stare looking at the dreaminess on her face through the cloudiness created by her vaginal hairs. The look in his eyes was one of sadistic satisfaction, knowing she had at last succumbed to what he wanted in spite of the obscene slurping and sucking sounds he was making, waiting for her final unconditional surrender.

No, no, no! I won't give in to him! I won't let him know how good this sickening thing feels! Oh God! I can't think straight! I can't take my mind off what he's doing to me! The feelings down there between my thighs, in my vagina, are driving me wildly out of my mind.

Desmond's eyes remained locked on the way her lovely face was suddenly lined and contorted as his tongue kept on stabbing unendingly into the depths of her wildly searing, simmering cunt. Tears once more rained down Helena's cheeks, and he continued watching with a ruthless sense of satisfaction as she fought what was obviously a losing battle with herself.

Keep fighting it, honey, keep fighting it, he thought. When the time comes for you to break down, you'll break down completely. Then it'll mean anything goes. You'll be mine, all mine, and I'll be able to do all the things with you that I wanted to do with your mother. She's gone, but she lives on in you. I didn't have her, but I'll have you in every conceivable way.

His lips pursed as his tongue probed until he found the tiny little pulsing phalluslike shaft of her extended clitoris. His ears picked up the helpless sounds of her whimpering with agonized pleasure as he took the tiny trembling bud between his nibbling teeth, holding it firmly in place, then running his tongue over it again and again. His oral organ pressed itself flatly against the clitoral head, rubbing up and down as he massaged it repeatedly, feeling the involuntary jerking of her loins as her body began grinding up at his face, losing the control she had sought to maintain for so long. Her cunt moved counter to the lathering of his tongue. At the same time her head began flailing from side to side, the feelings within her so intense all she was able to do was sigh and gasp, letting mewls of pleasure fill the room, and subsequently reach his ears. Reaching under her, he forced her legs back, sliding his shoulders against the backs of her thighs so that her knees were hanging back over her head. His hands dug beneath the quivering moons of her rounded buttocks and he hoisted her cunt all the higher as he continually sucked on it.

Her sighs of involuntary delight continued filling the entire room, and it spurred him on, making him jam the full length of his agile oral organ deep into the searingly sodden depths of her now-wildly shuddering and clasping cunt.

Without realizing it, she reached her hands out to her guardian, having finally lost the desperate battle with herself. Her fingers tangled themselves in the long black strands of hair on his head and she tugged his face even more deeply into the steaming depths of her dripping crotch.

As far as Desmond was concerned, Helena was all his, now. She belonged completely to him. He was the absolute master of her fate, and she was his to use in any way he wished... to fuck... to suck... to give to another man... to do with as he pleased. She was lost beyond recall, and not only did he know it, but she knew it as well.

The waiting had been worthwhile. Christ! Her cunt was so delicious and sweet. Damn! He had waited so long he was going to fuck her silly. All night long, if possible. Not that he would give up playing around with other women from time to time. But he had this sweetmeat waiting for him at home, to wait on him hand and foot when he so chose.

He smiled to himself. He had dismissed the servants, telling them to leave the house for a two week period the moment he came home. He intended not only dominating, but completely domesticating Helena, and he didn't want anyone around to ruin the way he would train her.

Helena realized her body had betrayed her, leaving her guardian in total command. She was unable to do anything other than obey the constantly demanding sensations in her shuddering loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed upward, moving in continual circles countering the motion of his tongue, teeth, and lips, her cunt hoisting itself even higher each time his tongue sank into her. She tugged steadily on his hair, and lightning bolts of lust blasted through her love-hungry body when she felt his slithering tongue slide down from her slicky creamy cunt and all but ooze into the tight nether hole of her little anus. It was only a momentary distraction from his goal A moment later, his tongue was once again in the center of her slushy pussy. Helena cried out loudly from the unplumbed depths of her shuddering soul for the fulfillment she had unwittingly sought so long by allowing the crotch of her slacks to rub against her cunt. Her decision was made. She knew she would no longer be able to refuse him.

"All right!" she gasped out loud. "You win! You can do it to me!"

The sexually aroused guardian was pleased to hear her say it, but it wasn't quite what he wanted. He was elated that her will had been broken and that she was "willing." But it wasn't the way he wanted her to beg, damn it! Soon he would have her doing just that, and then he'd be able to shove every last little bit of cockmeat into the narrow vestibule of her tight pussy. Jesus! He was going to fuck her until she was unable to walk. The load was building in his balls, just waiting to blast into her, and he knew her cunt would be so tight, it would caress every last inch of cock.

He jerked his head free of her insistently pressing hands, letting her take a few strands of hair away with her as he raised his head and smiled a soft smile at her. The craziness seemed to be gone from him now that she was complying with his wishes.

"You're really hot enough to fuck now, Helena darling," he told her, smiling at her.

Helena simply lay there, not moving for the moment, too afraid any movement on her part would be wrong. All there was in the whole world was this cock of his. Her eyes locked on the long thick organ, and she knew she had to have it thrust inside her, grinding in and out, bringing to her face the same look of ecstasy she had seen on the faces of some of the women in the satyricon as they had achieved orgasm.

"A-all right," she told him. "Do it!"

"No! Not just like that! To begin with, I told you I wanted you to beg for it. Go ahead, beg, and use every dirty little word."

"I don't know that many," she gasped.

"Helena, you're not stupid. You heard me use some of them tonight. On top of that, you must have heard similar words used when you were out shopping, by the more uncouth element."

"Y-yes," she admitted.

"Fine! Then use them!"

"A-all right," she nodded. "Uncle Desmond, I w-want you to f-fuck m-me. Please!"

"Where shall I fuck you, darling?"

"In my vagina."

"Where?"

"I-in my c-c-cunt," she finally stammered.

"With what shall I fuck you, sweetheart?"

By now she knew if she wanted release from the heat that was totally overpowering her, she would have to say precisely what he wanted her to say. She licked her lips for a moment.

"With your cock!" she said resolutely. "Fuck my cunt with your cock. Fuck it deep and fuck it hard!"

"Very good, darling," he congratulated. "Now all that's left is the actual act, itself. To show how much you want my cock in your cunt, reach down, take hold of it, and put the head inside you. No matter how much it stretches you, put it in."

"Oh God! Do it, already! Don't shame me anymore, Uncle Desmond."

"I told you to drop the Uncle, dear," he insisted as, against her will she reached down with her hand, her fingers moving between them, seeking, finally finding the hard rod of his maleness. She paused, unable to do anything once her fingertips touched it. "Do as I say, Helena," he ordered. "Put it in.

Remember, this isn't rape. If you put it in, that means you're willing."

"Unnnhh... Goddd!"

Her hand gripped the hard cylinder of flesh all the more tightly, more aware than ever of the magnitude of the organ, feeling for the first time the truly enormous size she had seen. She tugged him forward, using the massive knoblike tip of the penis to part the softness of her fleece-lined cuntlips, her brain almost in shock as she shuddered, anticipating both, the good and the bad.

He felt the tip pressing between her stretched pussylips, but he waited, enjoying the look on her face as her own hand pushed the head a little deeper into her elastic tightness, feeling her really stretched for the first time. Helena was sure the great breadth would tear her insides out, yet she was committed, feeling her resilient opening stretching that much more as the pressure became more and more unbearable.

He was pushing forward without her help now, pressing the point of his cock all the more deeply into her, widening her. The pain was becoming more than she was able to withstand, especially as the tip pressed against her hymen. She screamed.

"Yyyyaa aaaannn nnggghh... Dessssnnonnnnn-dddddd... oooooohhhh... you're... hhhh aaaann-nngg gghh... ripppiinnnnnnnng meee to shredddd-ddss..." she gasped. "Please... oh please... no more... no more .. it hurrrts..." Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut with the agony she was feeling, but through her tears she opened them and saw the evilly sadistic leer twisting his features, and she knew there would be no mercy whatsoever from this man. He was taking pleasure in feeling her tightness squeeze around his cock. What was total agony for her was sheer delight for him as he continued his inexorable drive into the tightness of her steaming pussy.

Inch by inch his massive cock continued cramming itself into the narrow stricture of her cuntal crypt. The head was stretching her hymen, moving it into her, but the elastic tissue seemingly refused to part. Deeper, deeper, deeper it went, until it finally snapped the membrane, allowing him to send his rock-hard shaft plunging all the way into her tightly resisting tunnel with the force of some kind of overpowering juggernaut.

Helena screamed as she felt the excruciating agony totally overcome her.

"AAAAiiyyaa aaaagggghh hhhh! you'll kill me... Desmonnnnd..." The thick, lust-bloated phallus charged its full length into the coralline softness of her sucking vaginal passageway, its movement eased only slightly by a mixture of her lubrication and virginal blood. Warm, wet walls of resisting flesh were waved aside as the head rammed against her backwall, and his balls slapped against the upturned cheeks of her lovely ass.

He sprawled himself totally on top of her for a moment, letting her take all his weight, breathing very hard, the air raspy in his throat. Then he grunted and expanded his penis as it remained fully locked inside her, flexing it muscularly, doing his best to try and shove it even deeper into her.

Helena moaned with pain. He continued this, repeating the expanding action of his organ several times, and each time he drew tearful gasps of pain from the nakedly helpless eighteen-year-old. Agony seemed to ripple from her throat. But as the moments passed, she was very much aware of the agony fading to simple pain, and that, in turn becoming mere discomfort, and even the discomfort finally fading away. Her interior had expanded enough to accept the full length and breadth of him in the depths of her wet tunnel. Her grunts of discomfort faded away as the man began a slow, grinding, rotating motion with his pelvis, insinuating his penis that much more tightly into her nakedness, flexing it to expand her narrow walls that much more. Now the sounds that came from her mouth were kittenish mewls of content and delight. The forbidden pleasure she had been feeling earlier returned with even greater, force, building pressure she was unable to control. She was aflame. Without her willing it to happen, she found her buttocks starting to move under those of her guardian, counterpointing his revolving, grinding movements, intensifying the feelings.

He had her where he wanted her. He had made her beg once already. Now he was going to make her sincerely plead. Rising to his knees, and levering himself up on his arms, he withdrew the massive length of his mighty flesh wand from within her until only the bulbous tip remained to let her know he hadn't completely withdrawn. Her fleshy folds caressed and sucked on, and teased the penile point, letting him know how hungry she was for him.

"I think this is all for your first lesson," he teased.

"You can't be serious," she gasped. "What more do you want? Haven't you humiliated me enough, making me actually want all this after I swore I never would?"

"Do you know me to jest, Helena?" he asked.

"No, Desmond, don't do this to me. Please, please, you've gone this far, you can't stop now."

"I can if I wish it," he insisted, rubbing the penile head in and out.

She mewled with rapture, knowing she had to have his cock now that she had gone this far. She was aware all this was wrong, yet every fiber of her inner being said she wanted it, needed it. He had done something unthinkable, arousing her this way, but it would be more unthinkable if he did nothing about it.

"Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" she screamed at him. "Fuck me deep, fuck me hard. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop fucking until you've finished what you started out to make me feel. I swear, if you stop, Desmond, I'll take the letter opener from your desk and castrate you."

All her pride had been stripped away from her. He had reduced her to a pleading animal, an animal that begged for an animalistic sensation. There were no morals left in the world, just sensation, and the sensation at this moment happened to be a driving one filling her cunt.

"You realize then, you are my slave," he insisted.

"Yes, yes, yes," she nodded. "I'm your slave, Desmond. I'll do whatever you want."

"You'll even suck my cock in that sweet mouth of yours when the time comes, won't you, honey."

She was so overcome with the need to be fucked, she no longer realized what she was saying as she finally consented, saying, "I'll suck your cock, I'll lick your asshole as you licked mine, I'll eat your balls, I'll nibble your toes, I'll wash you from head to foot with my tongue if that's what you want, but please, for God's sake, fuck me!"

Desmond smiled, then began rocking his body above hers, thrusting his penis a short way in and out, in and out, using quick, smooth strokes, her body reacting of its own volition, her fight against the lascivious sensual thrills in her loins totally lost on the field of ravished dishonor. She had no further will of her own, no desire to struggle against the man. All she wanted was to surrender herself unconditionally, giving in to the completely physical desires of her flesh. The thought of her surrender aroused her that much more, exciting her nerve-endings, making them tingle as heat lightning leaped the synapses inside her. She dug her heels into the sofa and lifted her body, responding to Desmond's wild thrusts into her love-starved cunt, aware that never again would she have to wonder about what was needed to bring her to fruition down there.

The lovely girl felt her entire body responding to the intensified and increased speed and depth of the older man's violent strokings as he began really putting it to her. She wriggled and churned underneath him as he dropped his lust-distort mouth to hers. This time it was she who thrust her tongue into his mouth, aching to feel it sucked as her cunt was sucking his cock. Her passion-fired mind was now willing to accept anything he did to her.

She continued grinding her naked loins up to him in a mad, driving tempo with his plunging, driving penis. Her sweet face was now lined with the need for the end of the wonderful rainbow she was climbing, her eyes hazy and glazed, her nostrils widely flaring, her breath coming in herky jerky pan tings.

Never in her life had Helena believed such rapture existed. Never had she expected that from his lapping and slurping of her vagina, until he had totally penetrated her, his cock moving in and out of her creaming passageway, that she would want anything in the world as much as she wanted to be fucked to completion, right now.

She discovered that as she moved with him, sliding her taut pussy up and down the full length of his shaft, the intensity of her inner sensations were building even higher, becoming more and more unbearably delightful. She hadn't realized that lying beneath a man, his full cock reaming her cunt, being fucked - initially against her will, and afterward definitely with her will - had so much intense pleasure in it. God! She loved it! Now that she knew what it was all about, she wanted more and more and more. Desmond no longer seemed such a horrible ogre to her. His body smelled clean, and he managed to keep his weight off her, but most important, he had such a wonderfully thick, long cock. As far as she was concerned, facial and body looks in a man would never count again. What mattered was, first, the size the breadth of his penis, and second, the way he kept himself clean. This was something she wanted to go on forever.

He reached down with one hand, moving it over her lovely gyrating buttocks, reaching for the defenselessly puckered ring of her tantalizing rectum. He paused to dip a finger in the viscous drippings oozing from her aching pussy, then he lowered his fingertip and carefully began pressing it against her anal opening. She sucked her breath in sharply as she felt the finger digging into her rectum. Her asshole elastically opened then tightly closed around the intruding digit, and she was aware for the first time that there were nerve-endings inside her that were connected to her vagina, thereby enhancing the sexual delight she was feeling.

"Now I'm going to shove my finger all the way up your ass!" he said.

As far as she was concerned, his voice, telling her what he intended to do, was' the icing on the cake of lust. She was all the more excited and aroused, wantonly insane to feel even more passion, even if it meant feeling a certain amount of pain. She wanted to feel it until she shrieked out her fulfillment.

"Yesss... Desmond," she insisted. "I want it! I want your finger in my asshole... fucking me in there the way your cock is fucking my cunt."

Her voice came out in a strangled sort of way, delightful ecstasy slowly starting to totally overwhelm her. She was his slave, his to do with as he wished.

He pushed - hard! His finger surged all the way into her narrow rectal cavity, burying itself right to the palm of his hand. She gasped as the digit plunged its full length into her, her sphincter gripping the base of it and actually sucking it that much deeper inside. The sponginess of her rectal tunnel gobbled up in the invading finger as certainly as her cunt swallowed his cock.

Never had Helena dreamed there was so much pleasure in initial pain. This was the most unbelievably sweet rapture she had ever known, thrills repeatedly filling her interior as she adjusted to the presence of the finger in her rear-end while at the same time straining to absorb even more of the cock into her narrow pussy.

Balming genital heat totally overcame her as he continued thrusting with his two-pronged attack, his finger feeling the bulge of his hard-driving cock, while his cock was aware of the pressure of his finger. She writhed maddeningly beneath him, pounding up and down on the driving rail of his cock with mounting fury. Her legs jerked, toes curling, buttocks slamming hard against the sofa cushions in order to keep his finger fully buried.

Unable to slam into her with all the vigor he wished with his finger buried in her asshole, Desmond pulled it from her broiling rectum with a loud pop. He proceeded to slam into her, using both hands to lift her knees and force them back over her shoulders, mashing the fronts of her thighs against her breasts, leaving the whole of her naked pussy open and defenseless to his attack.

Her lovely face contorted with intensified passion. She felt the orgasm starting to mount and she realized that the ending she had been seeking was at last arriving. She wasn't able to understand it all, but she did know something wonderful was about to take place.

"Haaaa uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh! Fuck me harrrderrr... harrrderrr..." she begged, her voice a mere gurgle at this point.

He was slaving away, jackhammering his cock all the more violently into her, his strokes becoming ever more forceful.

Damn! he thought. I've fucked countless women in my life, but I've never known one before able to take all of me the way this one does.

Then it was there for Helena, all for her.

She whipped her head wildly from side to side, her body tightening and convulsing in one wave after another of muscular contraction that brought her to the topmost height of the universe, where brilliant, multicolored stars, comets, and shooting stars cavorted in the great void. For a moment she was one of those shooting stars, her spirit free and soaring with the eons that had gone by and those that had yet to come, and then she found herself falling through limitless space, weightless, landing feather-light on the couch in her uncle's private den.

As if in a far-off dream, she heard herself when she had been transported, rocketing into sensual space, her voice totally unreal in her own ears.

"AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH! IIIIH'MMMMM... HHHHHAAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH... THERRRRRRE... OHHHHHHH... GODDD-UUUUHHHHHHH... I... UUUHHHHHH... CANNNN... FEEEEEELLLLL IIIIIIIITTTTTT... HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH... YYYY AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHH UUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA GGGHHH!"

Desmond continued slamming into her, feeling the wonderful tremors wracking her body, well aware she was experiencing her first orgasm, an overpowering, uncontrollable explosion of sensation. At the same time he felt his own orgasm welling up inside him, building at the base of his massive cock as it continued slamming in and out of her sucking love tunnel. His balls were drawn up tightly in his crotch as he unleashed a blast of white semen into the cupola of her womb, the hotly white, viscous sperm creamily splashing all over the place within her.

He lay on top of her, and she was astonished to discover she was capable of taking his weight. Her cunt continued contracting, squeezing his cock, pumping it dry. Then, as her after-climax slowly settled over her, he slid from her body because he was aware he was becoming too heavy. The sheet beneath her was stained with a mixture of their juices and her virginal blood.

He sat on the floor beside the sofa and stared at her, saying, "This is only the beginning, Helena. Tonight you'll learn the pleasures of being my slave. But tomorrow you'll learn the duties."

"Yes, master," she panted as his hands began wandering over her, once again building arousal in her.


CHAPTER THREE

Her guardian fucked her almost through the night. It was almost four in the morning when the two of them went up to bed. The next morning she would take a nice long bath.

But the next morning, Saturday morning, she discovered there were no servants in the house. There was no one to draw her bath for her, and after Helena had taken her own bath, she learned her guardian wanted one drawn for him, as well. Not only that, but he wanted her to scrub his back, wash his feet, cut his toe nails and give him both, a pedicure and a manicure. He warned her that if she caused him the least little bit of pain, he would make her pay for it.

Afterward, she had to make a late morning brunch for the two of them, and he told her, "I'm going out for a while. I expect you to clean the entire house, making certain everything glistens, and then I want you to shine all my shoes and do the laundry."

"But I want you to fuck me," she told him.

"I'll fuck you... when it pleases me to do so. If you do as your told, you'll be rewarded with my cock. Don't do as your told, and I'll find my pleasure elsewhere."

"But you know I need it," she insisted. "You forced me into it last night, and now I need it. Please, Desmond, don't do this to me."

"Helena, I'll not tolerate a whining bitch. If I wanted one, I would have bought a dog. Now carry out all my instructions, and when I return later, if you've done a good job, maybe I'll give you a good drubbing in your cunt."

"Yes, Desmond."

"Excellent. You're learning proper manners. Keep this up, and I might very well double-fuck you."

"Thank you, Desmond," she nodded.

As he walked out the door, she went to her room to find some clothing to wear, but all she found was her uncle's dirty clothing. Her own clothing had been removed by the servants before they had left, the previous night, save for her robe, the peach-colored robe she was presently wearing. Even the clothing she had worn the night before was gone, though the pants would have been useless.

She ought to have hated her guardian for all this, but somehow she found herself unable to do so. She was angry that he had chosen this way to introduce her to sex. Oh she was able to understand why he hadn't used some clean-cut, handsome young gigolo. He had wanted her, himself. She was wise enough to realize she was extremely attractive. Nevertheless, he didn't have to be so rough and frightening about it.

She wanted to finger her cunt, but she had the feeling that if Desmond ever found out, he would be angry. Her cunt, like all of her, belonged to him, to be used by him, or, as he said, to be used by whomever he wished, and not to be abused by her own desires.

Shrugging, she moved about the house, realizing what a time-consuming chore cleaning it would be. Nevertheless, not to do it would be to arouse Desmond's ire, and were that to happen, he might withhold his cock from her. Now wasn't that ridiculous? A few hours ago, she had been fighting to keep him from using his cock on her. Now she was as anxious to feel it inside her as she had been to get away from it the previous night.

She found the vacuum cleaner and went over all the carpets and draperies, then she scrubbed the tiled floors and walls, did the dishes, made the beds, and shined her guardian's shoes.


CHAPTER FOUR

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Desmond returned. He wore a triumphant smile, seeing the way she had done the whole house, even to washing his laundry and then, after it had all dried, hanging everything up in his closets.

"Where's my supper?" he asked, calmly. "Desmond," she gasped, totally worn out. "Have a heart. I just finished all the washing."

"Helena, I'm not in the mood for excuses. I want supper. Go and cook something for me immediately."

"But I can't cook," she objected.

"Well then, it looks like I'll have to go out and get something to eat, won't I?"

"What about me?" she asked. "Surely I deserve dinner, too."

"You?" he asked. "You can't go out wearing only a robe. The rest of your clothing has been sent to the cleaners and won't be back for at least a week."

"How can you do this to me?" she gasped. "You know I have to eat."

"So you do," he nodded.

Gripping her arm, he dragged her into his den again, this time not bothering to shut the door because there were no servants in the house to overhear or see them. He took out the satyr icon, pulled it open to a page, and said, "I'll have to feed you, this way."

Helena stared, her eyes gaping at a woman with a monumental cock stuck halfway into her mouth. From the size it was obvious half was all she was able to fit inside, in spite of her mouth being stretched as wide as possible.

"Desmond," she pleaded. "Please, I'm so tired. My whole body aches. You know I can't possibly do anything like that, now."

The truth was, though she remembered the promise she had made to her guardian, the last thing Helena wanted to do was actually let him attempt to shove that monstrous organ of his down her gullet. He would strangle her to death. If possible, the one thing she never wanted to do was suck his cock.

"None of your phony excuses, Helena!" her guardian said, his voice leaden, letting her know there was no way around this. "What this woman in the book can do for this man, you, dear girl, can most certainly do for me."

Helena found herself trembling again, knowing she had no choice but to give in despite her tiredness. She would have to submit to whatever indignity her guardian had in mind, and God knew, but it looked like the man had a whole sackful in mind.

He gripped her arm tightly, almost painfully, the fingers digging through the fluffy robe material into her flesh. Her hand was holding the robe closed, and he wrenched it away, opening it, revealing the slender tan beauty of her flesh to his eyes. His gaze ran anxiously up and down the finely sculptured form, glittering brightly as he feasted himself on the sights of her. There was that light-brown colored triangle of soft hair between her tantalizingly slim thighs. At the moment her legs were clamped tightly together, adding to the curvaceous loveliness of her entire figure. She looked like some well-paid model who had been paid to pose for a robe ad, showing the label on the inside of the robe while revealing her nakedness.

He tugged the robe from her lithe form, and hurled it to the floor, letting it land in a heap on the other side of the room. Helena heard the rasp of a zipper and she was suddenly aware of the fact that he was releasing his gargantuan cock without bothering to remove his pants. He let go of her arm, and then his hand reached out and tangled itself in her hair, twisting a little. She screamed.

"Desmond, stop! You're hurting me! Don't do this! Let go of my hair... please!!!"

But he only smiled and tugged her closer to him, using her hair like a pulley, forcing her to her knees, then dragging her as if he were some kind of caveman who had captured a fine specimen of cave woman. The room was swimming before her blurred eyes, and her head felt as if it were bursting with pain.

"Kneel down!" he insisted when she struggled to her feet.

"No!" she shouted in defiance, something she had never expected to show again.

Desmond hadn't expected it either, and so yanked on her hair, forcing her to fall to the ground in spite of everything.

"Owww!" she screeched, falling flat, feeling him pull on her hair again, not knowing what to do to escape the incredible pain.

"Up on your knees, slave!" he commanded.

She finally managed to settle into a kneeling position, still blinded for the moment by her tears, as well as the constant pain of having her hair mercilessly tugged. She remained kneeling, quivering and terribly afraid all over again.

"Look at me!" Desmond snarled, yanking her head up.

Slowly the helpless brunette opened her large amber eyes. She found herself staring into the sightless eye at the top of his bulging, purple-headed cock, an eye that seemed to be weeping in sympathy with her. It was a glowing tip, shined by the excess fluid it was leaking, puffing like an adder.

Helena yanked her head back, terrified by the monster suddenly so close to her face. She was a total neophyte to this kind of oral/genital copulation, and the least Desmond might have done would be to allow her to do something like this slowly, carefully. After all, the penis was monstrous, and the simple fact was she feared that the huge tree-trunk proportions jammed into her gullet would strangle her. She suddenly felt like a virgin all over again, and to this kind of sex she was just that.

"Now suck it!" he commanded. "Don't give me any back-talk, don't try and con your way out of it. If you open your mouth, it's to be for one purpose and one purpose only - to take protein nourishment from my balls by way of my cock."

Helena knelt there, blubbering like a baby. She wasn't able to move at the moment, nor was she able to take her eyes from the giant sequoia waving at a forty-five degree angle in front of her eyes. The head was glimmering an iridescent violet, reminding her that, in a way, her guardian was royalty and she was merely a slave. The trunk of the penis was a deep tan, much like the tan of her own thighs, but through the tan of his cock-trunk she was able to see the blue veins crisscrossing in many directions. It was immensely long, and it disappeared into a mat of jet-black curls. Lust-bloated testicles dangled in a swollen sac of wrinkled flesh just below, each testicle the size of a golf ball. The sac containing them seemingly swayed menacingly, as if threatening her in advance with the same torrents of fluid that had poured into her cunt the previous night. Were he to ejaculate such voluminous amounts, she might conceivably drown. The thought of so much gooey fluid going down her gullet made her gag.

She raised her eyes imploringly to Desmond. The heavy man smiled as he looked down at her, but it wasn't a nice smile. A lot of lust was built into that smile as he read the plea for some kind of mercy written in her eyes. But he was fresh out of mercy. If anything, he seemed to have an abundance of cruelty, and lust was overflowing in his eyes. No, there was no place in him at all for mercy. He tugged her lovely head forward, shoving his hips forward to meet her, and he pressed the sticky tip of his glans against the softness of her helpless lips.

"Open your mouth, honey," he insisted. "You know I can force you to do it, so don't fight me."

Helena knew she had no choice but to obey him. She very slowly began to part her trembling lips. It took a great effort on her part, as her mouth opened, wider, wider, wider. Her mouth was all the way open and she realized her lips were just barely able to encircle the monstrous thickness that was the top of his cock. She yanked her head back instantly, feeling a sticky drop of his lubricant. God! No! No! She couldn't, she just couldn't! He grinned viciously and rammed his hips forward, and this time he managed to shove half the head into her soft mouth. Her lower jaw was trembling, and it made him grin even more as he enjoyed the pressure of her lips.

Anxiously Helena tried hard to work her small mouth around the breadth of the massive tip, but try as she might, she found it impossible to cram any more of that incredible thickness into her mouth. She licked with her tongue, hoping that would satisfy him.

Desmond was now physically tortured beyond reason, and gripping the base of his phallic lance with one hand, he used the other hand to entwine Helena's hair in his fingers and keep her head still. Then he forced his cock forward, feeding it into her shuddering mouth, using all the strength at his command and almost dislocating her jaw. He shoved, and almost a third of the length pushed into her mouth, filling almost all of her oral cavity. Her teeth, wide apart as they were, raked across his sensitive flesh, making him grit his teeth in order not to utter sounds against the pain. Hell! It did hurt, but his cock was definitely in her mouth, and he knew if he was able to sink it this deep, tie would be able to get it all in.

He pushed, and the head rubbed against the back of her throat. This made Helena choke and sputter, but Desmond held her head in place, and she had no choice but to keep the giant instrument locked in her mouth.

Incredibly, unbelievably, he began pushing forward very slowly, shoving the head into her gullet, then sinking it deeper and deeper, pushing the corona in, as well. He shoved until every last inch was crammed into her mouth, the head down her pharynx, strangling her. His balls slapped against her chin, and his pelvis was rubbing its pungent-scented hairs against her nostrils.

New tears sprang to Helena's eyes as she continued coughing, wanting to spit the cock out in order to breathe. Desmond wasted no time churning his phallus around and around in her mouth, as if he were trying to make home-made butter in an old-fashioned wooden churn. His lubricant oozed out and coated her throat, and then he began slowly sawing the phallic lance back and forth, back and forth, plunging the head in and out of her gullet, widening it.

It didn't seem quite to large, now. True, it was still monstrous and thick, but Helena felt herself capable of handling it. Desmond, sensing her acceptance, released the tight hold he'd had on her hair.

Thankful the pain in her head was gone, the beautiful lithe brunette balanced herself by gripping Desmond's thighs, massaging them through his pants. Damn! The pants were in the way! She undid his buckle with her hands over her head and her mouth still pressed against his crotch, the full length of cock down her gullet. Finally she pulled his pants down only to find he was wearing undershorts. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head all the way back, let the cock slip from between her lips, yanked his undershorts below his knees, then rammed her mouth forward and engulfed the cock without missing a single stroke.

Wham! It sank right into her gullet again. His balls were totally visible now, and she sucked the cock strongly, still gagging, while her hands came up and delicately cupped the swollen eggs in their leathery, wrinkled sac. She rubbed the balls as if they were made of some delicate and expensive china. At the same time, her throat, now wide enough to handle his cock, began expanding and contracting around the throbbing organ, her tongue washing the length of the underside. Then her head slowly pulled back, and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the little opening in his penis, licking all the sticky fluid that came from it, not merely content to taste it, but swallowing all she was able to withdraw. Each time her mouth slowly moved, whether forward or backward, her teeth grated against the ultra-sensitive urethra, applying what soon became just the right amount of pressure, sending a series of shuddering thrills charging through her anxious guardian.

His hands pressed all the harder on her head, and the tip of his penis dug even deeper into her gullet.

"Ghhhaawwwggg llllllphhhhuucccchhhh hhhhhh-hh..." she choked, as, to her total astonishment, she discovered she was actually enjoying all this rather than feeling revolted by it as she had felt earlier. In spite of her detestation of Desmond as an individual, for cruelly subjecting her to this against her will, she was almost actually delighted to discover herself so enamored of his cock, she was able to dissociate it from the rest of his body, at least in her mind. As a result, she found herself lavishing all the adoration on the instrument she was no longer able to give to her guardian.

Desmond's heart was madly thudding in his hairy breast, feeling to him like continually erupting cannons. He found himself buried in a groundswell of uncontrollable inner feeling as his ward's tight lips clamped themselves like those of a sucker fish around the palpitating, solidly cylindrical shape of the surface of his throbbing penis. The man groaned and jerked convulsively as Helena's tongue continually played artfully, if not skillfully, over the throbbing length, especially taunting the rubbery head, the tip darting in and out of the sensitive opening each time his cock pulled back so only the head remained in her lovely mouth. He quivered with delight at the feeling of his expanded penile dome rasping against the tantalizing palate of her sweet mouth. He also enjoyed the pressure of her teeth scraping but not cutting into his phallic flesh. Tremors of rapture charged uncontrollably through him.

Without realizing all she was doing, Helena ran the tips of her fingers over the parts of his cock her mouth relinquished on every backstroke. Her other hand continued massaging his testicles, making them swell even more. Soon his entire genital region was a single raw mass of sensitivity.

Helena found herself falling into a regulated pattern, sucking slowly, gently, steadily, cadently, and the continued movement of her head and mouth caused him to writhe with an exquisite agony no other woman in the world had ever been able to make him feel. Yes, it was as if he were being sucked by the one woman in the world he had always wanted but had never known; her mother. Yet looking down at her still-innocent face in spite of what he was making her do, he realized she was probably so much better than her mother.

The man struggled, doing his hold back the natural impulse to come. But his penis was already inflating beyond its initial stiffness like an elongated balloon, becoming longer, thicker, heavier, wider, and then it was too late.

"EEEEEYYYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHH GGG...!" he bellowed as the control over his emotions finally gave way totally and completely.

The floods of feeling within him burst forth, sweeping everything along with it in a headlong, maddening rush, matching the flooding sperm charging from his cock and filling Helena's mouth to capacity with the initial discharge. She gulped, letting it all cascade down her gullet like Niagara, swallowing the continual outpouring of hot liquid as fast as she was able.

But Helena wasn't able to swallow fast enough, or so it appeared. Either that, or he was unleashing too much in spite of the fact that her body had seemingly drained him the previous night and early morning of all the juices he had then had to offer. The white fluid overflowed her lips, spilling out the sides of her mouth as well, trailing wantonly down her chin onto her throat, much of it falling in droplets on her knees and the floor.

What Desmond didn't know was that Helena had silently had an orgasm, as well. The head of his cock, rubbing back and forth in her gullet, had produced a cosmic climax equal in strength to the many she had enjoyed with him the previous night. Her gullet had tightened, her lips had clamped even more closely shut, preventing the blood from retreating through the base of his penis, and as a result, his organ remained as stiff as a ramrod, even as she drained the last drops from it.

Slowly her mouth pulled back as her hand gripped the root of his pulsating prick, jerking it back and forth, back and forth, making certain he had nothing left to offer. Now that her lips no longer formed a tight ring around the organ, blood drained through the veins, and the penis became soft, shrinking and slipping from between her lips. Her tongue caught one last white drop from the tip, snapping it into her mouth and swallowing heavily. Exhausted, Helena sank back on her heels, staring at Desmond, hoping he was satisfied.

The intense fucking she had received the previous night and early morning, coupled with the equally intense thrills she felt from his forcing her to perform fellatio had drained her body of what little energy she had left, especially after cleaning the entire house and doing the laundry. Unable to see straight, she collapsed, fainting.


CHAPTER FIVE

When she awoke, Helena realized she was precisely where she had fallen. Desmond hadn't bothered picking her up and carrying her to her bed. It was, in fact, Sunday morning. Wearily, she dragged herself to her feet, aware she had spent the entire night naked, on the floor. He had slept in his bed, but now he was gone, and she knew he would expect her to make the bed. She did so.

After a quick shower, she pulled on her terrycloth robe and went downstairs, not knowing what to do, save that she was hungry. Going to the huge kitchen, she was about to prepare some breakfast for herself when she saw the note propped up on the shelf above the large sink.

I WILL BE ENTERTAINING, TONIGHT. THE GUESTS WILL ARRIVE BEFORE I DO. THE MAN IS ED WARNER, A MORALIST WHO INSISTS HE HAS NEVER CHEATED ON HIS WIFE. THE WOMAN, WHO WILL PROBABLY ARRIVE BEFORE HIM, IS PIA SILVER, A WOMAN VERY EXPERIENCED WHEN IT COMES TO MAKING MEN BREAK DOWN. PIA WILL INSTRUCT YOU AS TO WHAT TO DO. SEE TO IT THAT YOU DO EVERYTHING SHE TELLS YOU... EVERYTHING.

The note was unsigned, but Helena knew it was from her guardian. She knew it would be useless to fight the man.

Desmond was ruthless when it came to business. This Ed Warner had to be either a competitor or someone who would be helpful to her guardian. It was obvious the man wasn't being overly cooperative, and so she and this Pia Silver had to help whip him into shape.

Sighing, she made herself breakfast, then cleaned up, afterward. The house was still spotless from the going-over she had given it the previous day.

She hadn't believed he would actually allow her to be used by some other man, but now she knew otherwise. She was certain that he would have done no less with his own wife.

Yet Desmond was not a man devoid of love. In spite of the cruel, ruthless way he treated her, including the fact that he hadn't bothered putting her into her bed after she had fainted on his carpet the night before, deep down there was a lot of love hidden in the older man. He was obviously afraid to show it, perhaps because of the way her mother had refused to marry him and had married her father, instead. Though he had never been openly affectionate to her, Helena sensed he had often wanted to reach out and touch her head and offer her the love he had never given to anyone else. She pitied him, in a way. Any man hiding his emotions so completely was bound to have troubles as time went by.

As for herself, well, angry as she was at the way he was treating her, she felt she must have some kind of love for him, otherwise she would not have enjoyed all the so-called horrible things he had made her do. This was insane. She ought to have hated him, yet she didn't. She even got some kind of secret thrill out of being subservient to him. Her mother would never have permitted something like this. Perhaps this was the reason why her mother had refused to marry Desmond. At any rate, it was just as well her mother hadn't married Desmond. If so, she, Helena, would never have been born, since she was the product of both, her father and her mother.

She didn't know what to think or do, save that she was aware that sooner or later she would have to make up her mind whether or not she would continue being Desmond's slave, or if she would indeed run away. Initially, she had determined she would get away as quickly as possible. Now, she wondered if she really wanted to get away.


CHAPTER SIX

It was nearly six o'clock in the early evening when Helena answered the doorbell and let Pia Silver in. Pia was not that much older than herself. She was slightly taller, definitely fuller, with larger breasts, a slightly heavier waist, though not really a fat one, and very wide hips. She was wearing a tight-fitting gray sheath dress. Her brown hair was tied back in a bun, and her heart-shaped face had a look of belying innocence on it, much like Helena's. Her nose was as small as Helena's, though wider, and she had a really full mouth. Helena found herself absently wondering just how many penises Pia had fitted between her lips.

"Ah, so you're Desmond's ward," Pia greeted, her voice soft and caressing, easily able to lull a man into relaxing.

"Yes," Helena nodded, feeling as if the woman was looking through her robe at her body.

"Well, to begin with, we can't have you wearing that robe, can we," Pia insisted. "I brought some clothing with me. You'll wear it until Mr. Warner takes it off you. Then I'll collect it and take it back with me."

"Y-yes," Helena nodded, not knowing what else to say.

She handed Helena a bag, saying, "All right, off with the robe."

"I'll undress upstairs," Helena said.

"Here, now," Pia insisted. "I want to see what I have to work with. Desmond insists you're quite a charmer, but to me you look skinny."

Sighing, Helena shrugged off her robe, revealing her nakedness to the other female. Pia walked around her, running a hand over her small but round, and upstanding breasts. She filled a palm with Helena's left buttock, then stepped back, nodding, saying, "Yes, yes, you'll do quite well. You have the kind of body that, while not exactly voluptuous, does bring out the hidden lusts in a man. Most men are unaware of their instincts to play with little girls. Oh yes, they'll loudly proclaim how disgusting and perverted such tendencies are, but the truth is, every man, deep down, would love to be able to play with a little girl now and then. You, Helena, are going to be Mr. Warner's little playmate, tonight. I am going to take pictures. Afterward, the three of us will play games. When Desmond finally comes home, I'm certain Mr. Warner will be very amenable."

"To what?" Helena asked.

'That's business between Desmond and Ed Warner. It doesn't concern you, dear girl. Now, suppose you put this on," she said, handing Helena a garment from the bag she had brought.

It was a simple mini-dress, sleeveless, the hem coming just below the tops of her thighs. There were no panties with it.

"Now what?" Helena asked.

"Now we wait for Mr. Warner. He should be here in about a half hour. Your guardian invited him here to make him a final offer concerning a particular mining venture. Warner had been refusing all along, and tonight he's coming with the intention of either laughing in your guardian's face, or believing his own steep demands will be met. He doesn't know Desmond very well, does he."

"Neither do I, it seems," Helena replied.

"From what he's told me, you're beginning to understand him. Don't misunderstand. Though your guardian and I have been to bed now and then, we have no romantic attachments. Ours is basically also a business relationship. Now dress and get ready."


CHAPTER SEVEN

It was almost eight o'clock when the doorbell chimed again. Helena, dressed in the pink mini-dress, with nothing else on save an equally pink ribbon holding her hair away from her face, answered the door. Pia was in the living room off to the left, her movie camera ready. It was one of those new Polaroid cameras using Ektachrome, allowing her to take pictures in natural light.

Ed Warner was not an impressive-looking man, and Helena was almost disappointed. She had hoped he would be a tall, handsome man in spite of her initial determination that the important things in a man were his cock and the fact that he smelled nice.

"Do come in, Mr. Warner," she said, smiling. "My guardian told me to expect you. He said he was unavoidable detained, and that he would be back, shortly."

"Well, uhhhh... maybe I'd better go away and come back," Ed Warner said in a resonant voice, betraying an inner masculinity not easily visible.

He was only about five-feet-eight-inches tall, somewhat fatter than her guardian, with a balding head, and curly hair on what was left of it. He had a curved nose, sleepy eyes, and thin, almost reedy lips, and he was wearing a gray business suit.

"Please, do come in," Helena insisted.

Shrugging, he walked in, and Helena invited him into the library where her uncle had initially seduced her. The sofa no longer had a sheet on it. It wouldn't need one since virgin blood would no longer be spilled on it. He sat on the sofa at her invitation, after she handed him a scotch and soda and sat, herself.

"Tell me about yourself," he said, as a way to break the ice between them.

Helena recounted how she came to be Desmond's ward, telling him everything about her life with Desmond save for the last two nights, Warner listened politely, and when she finished, he said, "I find it hard to believe you're really eighteen. You look so much younger."

"Want me to go find my birth certificate?" she offered.

Her legs were crossed, the hem riding up to where he was just unable to determine what kind of garment she had on underneath. Helena smiled to herself. She knew if he bent his head and looked, he would probably be shocked to see she was wearing nothing. But there was no mistaking the hungry lustful look in his eyes. Birth certificate? No, he didn't want to see that. He wanted to see something else. He was the kind of man who obviously would have considered it a coup to screw Desmond Stone in more ways than one, even if he had to screw the man by proxy by screwing his niece, or ward, or whatever she was.

Helena had spread her legs the littlest bit, and her hand reached down and massaged an inner thigh. Not once had she taken her large, amber eyes from his smoky ones, smiling at him, though her expression had perceptibly hardened, and she was licking her lips nervously, knowing the seduction would take place.

"What do you do for a living, Mr. Warner?" she asked. "I mean, Uncle Desmond tells me so little about his businesses. Are you going to be working with him?"

"I don't work with anyone," Warner shrugged. "I'm considering a partnership with your uncle in some mining ventures. That's why I came here tonight."

He was becoming more and more aroused with every passing second. The girl was young, nubile, delectable, and as tantalizing as any female he had ever known. As far as he was concerned, the two of them were alone in the house, and she looked so adorably innocent. Even if he chose to rape the shit out of her, and she told her guardian, so what! If the man wanted to do business with him, he wouldn't let that stand in the way. Every passing moment made his desire for her intensify. His long, thick cock lurched in his pants. It had been some time since he had taken the effort to seduce a girl. The last thing in the world he wanted was to do something to make her move away from him. He wanted her within arm's reach. Either he would seduce her or he would rape her. His moralist pose was just that, a pose.

God! It took every last ounce of strength on his part to keep from reaching out and tearing the dress from her slender body. He was aching to discover what she looked like without it. Yeah! He would have loved to make her display those perfectly round tits to his eyes. They weren't overly big, but boy were they ever perfectly shaped. She had nice, slender legs, legs with slim thighs. He ached to see the vale between those thighs.

He took some deep breaths in the hope of calming himself a little, but no matter how hard he struggled to stay calm, his cock was thick and eager to do some penetrating. It was like an elongated stone in his pants, and his balls were throbbing.

"Do you... uhhh... like living here?" he asked.

"Very much," she told him, and realized that she was telling him the absolute truth. In spite of all that had transpired between Desmond and herself, she wanted to go on living here. Aside from it being an easy life, with the prospects of lots of money, she almost enjoyed her slavery.

Ed Warner neither knew nor cared about what Helena was telling him. All he did know was, she was a delectable piece of ass, and at the moment he felt extremely horny. Desmond had told him to feel free to use the "facilities" in his home, and Warner knew Desmond was never vague about anything. Desmond Stone was known for his "hospitality," and the entire business world at one time or another looked forward to being entertained by him. If this young lady was the man's ward as she claimed, and yet she was here, it was obvious Desmond wanted her "used." The more he looked at her, the more the need for his savage lusts to be satisfied intensified. It had been a while since he'd had a good fuck, and he was really hot. Had he thought rationally, he might have demurred, but aroused as he was, rationality no longer entered into things. He merely shrugged. To hell with the moral pose.

Some little warning voice in the back of his mind insisted he test her once before going ahead and taking a chance. So he said, "Just what do you do besides look pretty while living here?"

'Things," Helena said, smiling widely, her face looking all the younger and more innocent.

He wanted her. He wanted her very much. But at the same time he didn't want to fall into one of Desmond Stone's traps. But the moment she took his glass from him, and put it alongside hers on the coffee table, then let her fingers dance dangerously close to his groin on his thigh, his cock began pulsing uncontrollably.

Helena was new at seduction, yet she had to admit, it was fun. Besides, she was aware Pia Silver was watching, and if she didn't do a good job and it was reported back to her guardian, Desmond might find different ways to humiliate her. It was one thing to be sexually used, but it was something else to be humiliated. Whether there were others present or not, the mere fact that he did humiliate her, and that he made her feel so low and common was enough to keep her going. She was going to let this portly man fuck her. Let him? She was going to convince him.

"I like mature men," she said to him. When they turn me on, as you're turning me on right now, I feel as if I'm being ripped up, inside. God! I mean, I have natural urges just like anyone else, and they need to be satisfied."

Helena's voice was becoming somewhat strained, and Ed Warner was aware of her large almond-brown eyes boring into the swelling between his thighs, below his paunch. Her long, slender fingers were mere fractions of an inch away from the loglike length of his hard and straining prick as it continued throbbing under the material of his trousers. She was kneading and probing his thigh flesh, the movement of her hand arousing him beyond reason. His excited cock was sensing thrills shooting through it, causing charging sensations the like of which he hadn't known for a long, long time.

"Helena!" he gasped. "You did say something about that being your name?" he asked, his voice sounding as if it were protesting.

Warner realized he was blushing, and for him this was unusual, but then, this was the first time he had ever been approached by a man's ward rather than some hired tramp. The knowledge that she was sweet, belonging to a man he intended fucking in a figurative sense when it came to business, aroused him that much more. Hell! Why not! Fuck him in a figurative sense and her in a literal sense. Besides, she was already telling him she wanted him to fuck her.

"Mr. Warner!" she gasped. "I'm sopping wet at the moment in a very delicate place, and to be honest, the cause of it is thinking about what you're intending to do to me."

Without warning, her hand leaped out and hurriedly unzipped his fly. Then her long, slender fingers slipped ever so smoothly inside, probing against his boxer shorts, seeking the opening, finding it, delving into it, reaching for the iron-hard length of cock. The two of them gasped, she with relief at discovering herself able to do this without as much embarrassment as she had feared, and he, with the knowledge that it was all going to happen. Her manipulating digits pulled his lust-stiffened cock free, her fingertips closing over the huge length of hot flesh and squeezing ever so lovingly.

"Feels good!" he croaked.

"God! You're so big!" she gasped.

The truth was he wasn't quite as big as Desmond Stone, but he was big enough. He would fill her girlish cavern very nicely without wobbling about and missing some of the sensitive areas.

"You really like it?" Warner asked.

"So much that I have to have it... right now!" she insisted. "Oh God! I want it fitted inside me where it'll do the most good. Please! I need it!"

She was up on her feet in a flash, releasing the pulsing stalk of his throbbing penis and hurriedly pulling off her pink mini-dress and tossing it aside. The material seemed to rip away from her and flutter to the carpeted floor, revealing her heaving, small breasts and slender, almost boyish hips. Ed Warner stared at her almost-virginal body with wide eyes. Jesus! She was stunning. It had been a long time since pussy this young was available to him. Her slender hips were swaying almost rhythmically as she kicked aside the mini-dress with a long, lovely leg.

There was no holding the man back now. He was so desirous of her, there was no keeping him in check. He had lost complete control of himself, which was what Desmond Stone had hoped he would do, because Pia was in the next room, taking pictures. His own heavy hands were hurriedly yanking off his clothing as her frenetic fingers reached out to help him.

"Christ! Hurry!" she gasped. "I need it badly. I'm going to explode if you don't..." Tossing aside his boxer shorts, the pudgy man tugged the slender young girl against him and crushed the round fullness of her small breasts against the softness of his own blubbery chest. At the same time he pressed her mouth with the fullness of his own, his lips savagely smashing against hers. His thick tongue leaped into her wide-open mouth, his teeth tugging at her lips as their saliva intermingled. Helena found herself sucking his tongue, doing it with the same verge she had displayed when sucking her guardian's cock. She pulled the slithery organ deeper and deeper into her mouth.

All the while his hands ran feverishly up and down the willowy length of her slender form, massaging the tender apple-shaped breasts, then reaching for her moonlike buttocks while she strained to wiggle her soft-haired vagina against his legs.

"Back on the sofa..." she softly murmured as she managed to tug her lips from his for a brief moment. "Lay me on the couch and fuck me hard!"

The man needed no further encouragement from the slender brunette. He dragged her over to the long divan, and a moment later her lusciously slim body was delectably stretched out on the soft velvet material, one of her lovely, slim legs hooked over the back of the sofa while the other, spread wide apart, pressed its foot on the floor for leverage.

Shuddering with his overpowering desire for the young brunette, Ed Warner knelt and tugged her slim thighs even wider apart until all of her delightfully upthrust pubic mound was totally exposed to his hungrily staring eyes. She had plump pussylips for such a slender girl, and the wisps of brown hair that covered it were like tendrils of silk, glistening wetly and invitingly, letting him know she was indeed aroused. Crazed with lust, his eyes fell on the round perfection of her small breasts with their dark-tan nipples and areolae.

He had to contain himself to prevent himself from shouting with the need he felt for her. This lovely young female was placing herself totally at his disposal. He had no doubt she was Desmond's ward, just as he was certain that she was doing all this at Desmond's orders. In his mind, she was softening him up in the hope of making him more amenable to anything Desmond might want. He knew that when he and Desmond got together on business, after all this, he would still be intractable in his demands, but as far as he was concerned, if Desmond was fool enough to let him use his ward, then Ed Warner intended doing just that.

Erotic fantasies were already flooding his brain as his eyes stared at the rich pinkness of her soft pussy. He became possessed by the hungering desire to fill her cunt with his tongue and suck the cream from her fleshy slit until she screamed with wanton rapture and pleaded out loud for him to stab his throbbing cock into her steaming depths. He ached to literally swallow up the rich pink flesh of her cunt, chewing on it, and, if possible, even swallowing it like prime rib. God! He had to taste that luscious softness, now. His eyes glistened with delight as the hunger burned all the more deeply in them.

"I have to suck that luscious cunt of yours, honey," he told her, his voice filled with a passion he hadn't felt for any single woman in years.

Helena squealed with delight, remembering how good it had felt when Desmond's mouth had imprinted itself down there. She used her hands to tug her slender thighs even farther apart as the man's hungering mouth came slamming firmly down, his tongue probing and darting into the center of her foaming vagina. The oral organ seemed to slice into the pinkness like a knife, separating the twin labia.

"Huuuhhh... aaannhh!" Helena moaned out loud, letting him know how much pleasure she felt as she strained her lovely, tiny tan buttocks upward to meet the wildly slashing attack of his driving tongue. It cut right into her cunt, then flickered up and down, washing across her clitoris, making the penislike bud glisten even more. Then he pursed his lips around the little pleasure organ and sucked it into his mouth. The man reveled in the delicate feminine pungency of her, inhaling the wonderful feminine aroma wafting from within her like some warm aphrodisiac. Ed Warner was totally overpowered by it, and in that moment was transformed from a businessman into a wantonly aroused animal, hungrily carnivorous. He was a masticating beast intent on totally devouring the vaginal feast proffered to him, his tongue washing through her, his hands gripping her slender hips in order to pull her succulent flesh all the more firmly against his face. The oral organ licked hungrily, anxiously exploring the light-brown-haired nest, touching here and there, tasting, noting the differences in the various parts of her delectableness.

"Aaannhhh... yessssss... suck my pussyyyy... ooohhh... morre..." she gasped, saying words she would never have dreamed of saying a week earlier. "Make me come with your tongue, fuck me with it... fuck me with it... aaahnnnhhh... ohhh... owww..." she gasped out loud, her fingers trapping themselves in what was left of his graying sparse, almost kinky hair, pushing his nose deeper into her feminine slash.

The two of them were so intent on what was taking place between them, neither of them was aware that Pia had anchored the camera, set it on automatic, and had walked into the living room. She stood by the two steps leading down into the room, licking her lips, inwardly relishing the sight of all that was happening as the man's slavering tongue continued slurping its way through Helena's feminine cunt, making puddles of vaginal oil flood out.

"Gggghhhaaa nn nnnnggggggghhhh hh... yesss-ssss... morrreee .." Helena moaned. "Eat me... oh yesss... eat me... suck my cunt... suck it with your mouth... make me commme..." Fascinated and stimulated by the exciting sight of what she was witnessing, enjoying the scene of the naked couple on the sofa, Pia came down the steps and moved quietly toward them. She had changed from what she had been previously wearing into a skintight stretch suit of skimpy nylon that clung to her every lush curve, making her voluptuous form stand out that much more. Her eyes, glazed with lust were firmly locked on the man's insanely throbbing phallus. Saliva filled her mouth as she was nearly able to taste the salty deliciousness of the organ. She had never had anything to do with this man before, but she knew his cock, like all cocks, would taste wonderful once she had it in her mouth. She ached to feel the organ plunge into her. Unlike Helena, Pia was very experienced. She had known what it was like to have cocks in her cunt, her mouth, and her asshole.

Shaking her head, she mentally chastised herself for being so overanxious to indulge. Her turn would come. But she was the one who had to maintain control of this entire situation. Desmond would never forgive her if she loused things up.

The groans from the lovely, slender brunette lying on the sofa were becoming louder, more intense, and thing seemed more like a sex slave. In just a moment he intended plunging the full length of his penile javelin into the madly churning depths of her soaking cunt. She was so flooded, tight as her pussy was, his entrance would fill her with ease. Helena's body continually bucked as his mouth kept on sucking the spurting oils that blasted from her heavenly feminine oven.

"Well, well, well, just what's going on here?" Pia Silver asked, her voice filled with surprise and a mock kind of anger that a guest in this house should take advantage of the host's ward. Her own long fingers reached forward, her nails digging into the man's shoulder. "Helena, it seems I can't even go out for a moment without you using your feminine wiles on a man."

Helena was dazed, not understanding why this woman was taking this kind of attitude. It was well-known between the two of them this was precisely what she was supposed to have done. Perhaps she wasn't supposed to enjoy it.

But Pia knew what she was doing. It was time to whip this man into line the way Desmond wanted him. Cynically, she almost laughed out loud as the man's head slipped from between the slender columns of Helena's tan thighs. His face was registering a sheepish, almost guilty look, as if being caught was the worst thing that might ever happen to him. Yes, that was the way most men were, and Pia had to smile, thinking about it. They weren't sorry for what it was they did, but rather that they were being caught at it. The man had actually expected to get away with fucking Desmond's ward. Yes, Desmond was famous for his hospitality, especially when it came to pleasing his more insistent and the hungry man redoubled his efforts, the full length of his working tongue sweeping a wide and sodden path along the full length of Helena's aching vagina from her perineum right up through her glistening, blood-filled labia to the small knob of hardened flesh that was her clitoris, a clitoris that pulsed unmanageably with desire. Helena's buttocks bounced wildly and uncontrollably on the sofa. Ed Warner felt pressure building in his balls, pressure that threatened to explode in a white sticky mess without his ever burying his organ in the hot cunt he was now sucking, yet her hands gripped his hair and wouldn't allow him to lift his face away.

"Huuuu... annnn ggggg hhhhh! Don't... uuuuuu-nnnn... stop... not nowwwww..." Helena begged. "Going to... GGGG HHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH... COMM-MMMMMMME...!"

Her voice wailed incoherently, going totally mad with orgasm. Spasms of total, pure lust and pleasure shot through her loins and belly, tightening every muscle in her quivering body, her calves closing firmly around the man's broad, hard back as she clamped her , soft, inner thighs around his reddening face and continued wailing out her climax.

Inflamed by the rich aromatic scent of her cuntal juices as they streamed into his mouth, Ed Warner continued sucking her delectable pussy that much harder. He slurped and gobbled, intent on bringing this luscious young thing to even greater pleasure, knowing the higher she was on the pleasure scale, the more easily she would accede to anything and everything he wanted. Ward? Hell! This lovely young friends and business associates sexually, but this was the first time he was actually allowing someone in his own personal care - almost a family member so-to-speak, to be used in such a way. And Ed Warner had so casually accepted it... supposedly moral Ed Warner.

Lying on the sofa, Helena was in a state of bliss for the moment, enjoying the feeling of her climax and not caring about what was taking place between Pia and the man whose tongue had sucked her so delectably. Besides, she had done her job perfectly, too.

"Well, well, well," Pia went on. "So you're Ed Warner. Well, Mr. Warner, Mr. Stone was all ready to capitulate to whatever terms you deemed reasonable, but now this..."

"But she was the one who led me on," Warner gasped.

"The fact is, she's underaged," Pia lied. "All I have to do is' pick up the phone and call the police, and when they come and see you with this jail bait, you'll be slapped in the can for a long, long time."

"Jailbait?" he gasped. "But she told me..."

"It doesn't matter what she told you," Pia insisted. "All that really matters is, you've sucked the cunt of an underaged girl. Now, there's a possibility we can come to some agreement..."

"Hey, if you're thinking of blackmailing me, forget it!" Warner snapped. "It'll be my word against yours. Hell! By the time the cops get here, I'll be dressed...

"Mr. Warner," Pia smiled. "How stupid do you think I am. I've been in the next room, taking pictures. I have it all down on Polaroid instant movies, and when the police arrive, all I have to do is plug the cartridge into the playback machine, and..."

"I see," Ed Warner nodded. "I've been set up."

"All Mr. Stone wants is a fair agreement between the two of you," Pia told him. "He has no intention of taking it away from you. But he wants a fifty-fifty agreement."

"Fifty-fifty!" Warner snapped. "I would have gotten away with ninety-ten, and with him putting up all the money, too."

"Fifty-fifty!" Pia insisted.

"Fine! Fifty-fifty!" Warner nodded.

Pia produced the contracts she'd had hidden under the piano stool before the couple had come into the large library. She put them on the table, and handed Ed Warner a pen. Grimacing, he signed.

Helena leaped off the sofa and pressed her nubile young nakedness against that of Ed Warner as Pia took the contracts and removed them from the room. A moment later, she was back, saying, "Well, Mr. Warner, to compensate you for what you're losing financially, suppose we have a nice old-fashioned threesome!"

"Do you mean both of you?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Both of us," Pia nodded. "Which one do you want to fuck first?"


CHAPTER EIGHT

As he stared, Ed Warner watched Pia remove her body-tight garment, revealing a lush female form. Pia was obviously close to twenty-five, and as a result, her body was fully matured. She was round, with large, swollen breasts, a slightly fleshy waist that wasn't too thick, big hips that blossomed widely, and flanks that were heavier than Helena's, yet not too heavy. Her body was as white as Helena's was tan, and the contrast thrilled him.

He found himself in the middle of the large library floor, lying on his back as the two women knelt over his somewhat corpulent form. The carpeting was thick and as a result cushioned him while the two lovely, lush women prepared to begin their own love feast. The sexy darker-skinned Helena started first, but she would be joined almost instantly by the other woman.

They began by licking his naked body, letting their tongues play tantalizingly over his shudderingly round abdomen and hairless chest. Their mouths moved to the center of his chest, then each began licking, sucking, and finally biting one of his nipples. Their mouths moved sideways, into his armpits where perspiration had washed away all deodorant, leaving his flesh clean to their taste. Slowly they washed him from top to bottom, working their mouths down to his feet, nibbling at toes Pia had washed first. They bit a little, then chewed a little more, making him squirm because of how sensitive he felt.

Ed had to admit, he had never had two women before, and as a result had never felt anything like this. Delightful orgasmic thrills continued shuddering through his heavy body. He ought to have shut his mind to this and stomped out angrily because Desmond had tricked him and had won, but he was too practical to do that. He enjoyed women too much, and though his wife was a great lay, he liked a different woman from time to time. It had been quite some time since he had enjoyed a really good different woman, and now here he was with two at once. Ed Warner was many things, but one thing he wasn't, was a fool. The agreements with Desmond Stone had been signed. Desmond wanted nothing more, and this was obviously the man's way of showing his appreciation.

The paths of the two tongues left an icy coolness on his warm skin, adding to his pleasure. He tightly shut his eyes and moaned softly as the two lithe, sensual forms pressed against him from both directions. The ladies were rubbing their moist cuntal opening against each of his legs, and at the same time they took turns filling his mouth with their nipples, ripely taut buds of flesh. At the same time they ran their hands and lips continually over the massive shape of him, titillating him from head to foot. Time and again he relaxed only to feel himself grow taut once more. The maddening oral and manual ministrations continued, unabated.

Every shuddering nerve, every tingling inch of flesh felt quiveringly alive and on fire. It was as if icy sensation was constantly emanating from the tightly compressed sac between his thighs. Thrills burst outward in every direction at once, and Ed Warner was unable to believe himself capable of feeling so much in so short a span of time, considering he had never felt this overpowered before. His cock was hugely upstanding, bigger, thicker, and longer than it had ever been before. It jerked and twitched, the head ascribing little circles in the air. His balls felt hard and tight, as if they were already filled with more of the trillions of little sperm than they were capable of handling, and they throbbed spasmodically as the two sexy females continued working on him.

He was aware of one of them spreading his thighs wide apart, her tongue beginning to sensuously lick away at the ponderous but sensitive flesh of his inner loins. She worked her way upward in little wet circles. The woman flicked and whirled her lapping oral organ over the bulge of his testicles, then took as much of the heavy, hairy sac in her gobbling mouth as she was capable of handling. She compressed her lips, nibbling softly while making him moan with pleasure. Next, her lips caressed the length of his painfully surging phallus, moving upward from the base, finally curling around the purple head and sucking it deeply into her mouth.

Ed Warner opened his eyes and realized Helena was the one doing all this. But then she abandoned her oral tantalizations and sat on him, straddling his belly just above his cock. He stared into her deep amber eyes, seeing the lust in there for him was as powerful as his desire was for her. The look on her face was one of licentious and wanton desire as she spread her vaginal lips gently apart with her own fingers, exposing the pink inner folds of her tight little feminine vestibule.

"Let me help you, honey," Pia offered.

Reaching down, the white-skinned woman grasped Ed's throbbing length of cock and began moving the rubbery head back and forth over the hotly wet opening of Helena's cunt. Each time it ran across the tiny hole, the head swelled a little more.

Ed groaned and gasped, feeling her heatedly furry wetness against the head of his cock, a head charged with sensuous delight that seemingly made it swell that much more. Tauntingly, the older female moved his pulsing stiffness back and forth, almost, but not quite allowing it to widen Helena's opening and slip into the buttery warmth of her interior. Helena moved her body up and down very slowly, letting the stiff nubbin of her clitoris rub against the penile head, and this caused rapturous thrills of electricity to charge through both bodies. Then Helena twisted her body in a thrillingly spiraling motion, slowly, very slowly lowering herself onto the rigid length of the man's pillar like column. He groaned as he became aware of her wet softness swallowing up the thick length of his heatedly pulsating ramrod. Leaning back, pressing her palms into the floor for leverage, Helena lowered her cunt all the more, and then began pumping her tan buttocks up and down over the man.

Pia had been left out of this long enough. She squatted directly over Ed Warner's face, spreading her puffy outer labia wide apart with her fingers. Looking up, he was able to see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slash, already wet and pulsating.

With almost agonizing slowness, Pia continued lowering herself over the man's hungrily anxious face until he was able to inhale the richness of her feminine perfume wafting from the inner womanly passageway. Then he felt the soft, downy thatch of her pubic hair, and finally he tasted the sweet tartness of her velvety vaginal funnel. His tongue automatically eeled out, teasing the hard, somewhat larger bud of this woman's clitoris, then lapped downward as it began to automatically explore Pia's interior. He enjoyed the way her fleshy, naked body trembled above him, and knowing he was capable of arousing two such lovely and desirable females filled him with a new and even greater sense of excitement.

"Ummmmm... hmmmmmm..." he moaned, solidly seizing her erect clitoris between his teeth, rubbing the sharp edges over the little nubbin while sucking and licking its ultra-sensitive head.

"He loves to eat pussy," Helena laughed out loud to Pia. "Make him do a good job like he did with me."

The sound of her titillating laughter only made her seem that much more delectable to Ed Warner, who slammed his cock upward into Helena while continuing to suck Pia's pussy. He slavered hungrily, his own saliva falling down around his neck, mixed with the tremendous flooding quantity of juices oozing out of Pia's cunt. At the same time he began slowly rotating his pelvis around and around while moving his buttocks up and down, keeping perfect time with the rhythm of Helena's fucking motions. His entire inner body felt charged with lightning as excitement blasted through every pore inside him. He felt unbelievably powerful, although he was stretched out on the carpeted living room floor and seemingly consumed with tingling, sensual thrills the like of which he had never, but never known existed before. When Desmond Stone got his way, he at least did it in style, and though Ed Warner wasn't too thrilled about losing a tremendous sum of money, he would still be earning a considerable amount, and on top of that, he was being overwhelmed by cunt as he had never been before.

Abruptly, Helena's slender young body began lurching violently, moving up and down, up and down as her cuntwalls stroked his desire-bloated staff. She emitted short gasps the whole time. Warner's pelvis moved rhythmically with the lovely young brunette, his heels digging into the floor as he hoisted her off the ground with each upward stroke.

Above his face, Pia was writhing, losing control, moving her body more and more quickly, twisting and spreading her lovely legs in an attempt to force his wetly quivering tongue deeper and deeper into the sanctity of her shuddering vaginal nave.

"Hhhhhh nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" the lovely older female mewled and gasped, her own pink-tipped, heavy breasts bobbing like corks, moving up and down, up and down as she continually undulated her pelvis, working her hot cunt around the upthrust stabbing of the man's lasciviously lapping and probing tongue. To her, it felt like an incredible pump pushing into her. The sensation was overpowering.

By now, the trio was thrashing about in perfect unison. Each time Ed Warner's head rose and his tongue slammed itself into Pia's vaginal tunnel, his buttocks fell to the floor and his cock slid a small part of the way from the lovely Helena's tightly squeezing cunt. Then, as his head hit the floor, his rump rose, and his full length of cock jammed itself into Helena's rigidly squirming cunt.

"Ghhhh uuuu nnn ggg hhh... Ghhh uuu nnn ggg hhh... hhh aaa nnn ggg hhh... Helena gasped, aware another orgasm was approaching her and about to inundate her with its intensity. "YYYYY AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHH... UUU NNN GGGG HHHHH... GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA RRRR GGGG HHHH... 000 NNNN GGGG HHHH... HHHH AAAA UUUU WWW AAAA RRR GG HH... COMMM IIII NNNN GGGG GGGG!" she shrieked.

Helena's body bobbed up and down like a buoy on a stormy sea. She came again and again, writhing madly, realizing more certainly than ever that whatever it was she felt, it had nothing to do with loving the man. Any man, any man at all, as long as he had a cock, was capable of making her feel good. Yess-sssssssss! Now she was starting to understand the wisdom of her guardian's behavior. Though he was no adonis himself, he was still a man she was easily able to love because he had the good sense to teach her the real values in life while she was young enough to appreciate them. Yet she hated him because he had been so abrupt and rough in his treatment of her.

"AAAAA IIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH!" Pia screamed, her voice picking up where Helena's had left off.

It seemed to Ed that the entire room was alive with writhing, squirming, wriggling females. There were far more than two. Voices filled his ears again and again. Pia's succulently hot cunt was now uncontrollably contracting as she ground it down into his face as though she would swallow up his tongue once and for all in the depths of her sucking pussy.

All at once, Ed Warner's shuddering pelvis began rocking insanely as if he were some kind of volcano getting ready to violently erupt. He wanted to hold it back - to fuck this lovely pussy for ever and ever - and he strained to hold back his surging white sperm, aware it was already moving from his balls to his prostate, and from there, through his urethra making his rampaging cock shudder and tremble all the more. Abruptly, he knew it was no use trying to restrain himself, and arching his body upward to meet the downward thrust of the lovely Helena's sucking pussy, he bellowed his own orgasm into the seething tunnel of Pia's cunt as the labia closed around his mouth, absorbing his yell.

"WWWWW HHHHH OOOOO RRRRR FFFFF MMMMM FFFFF LLLLL GGGGG HHHHH PPPPP HHHHH!"


CHAPTER NINE

"You've done well," Desmond Stone said to his ward. "I think you're starting to understand your place in my scheme of things quite well."

"Oh of course, Desmond," Helena nodded, her body, once again covered by a terrycloth robe seated in a kitchen chair across from the one in which her guardian was sitting.

Her place in his scheme of things. To him, she was merely a means to an end... perhaps to many ends. Though she tried feeling a certain amount of warmth for her guardian, Helena found herself starting to hate him whenever she came into contact with him. He showed her no kindness whatsoever. He wasn't even as he used to be prior to her eighteenth birthday. Instead, he was a frigidly distant person, who occasionally used her vagina when it suited him. He made certain her cunt was always clean before using it, saying something about checking out the other men who would be using it, as well, but after all, one was never too careful. One never knew when a diseased penis might accidentally slip into her. The mere idea horrified her.

As far as she was concerned, what her guardian needed was a good dose of clap, and since he was always so careful about the other men he wanted her to sleep with, it might be a good idea if she went out on her own and picked up a stray. That way she just might catch a social disease and pass it on to Desmond, and he would probably blame it on the last man he had brought home to fuck her.

Oh yes, he was bringing home men two and three nights a week, now. She was being fucked regularly, admittedly loving it, but nevertheless angry at being so constantly used. She didn't even want love at this point. What she did want was consideration.

As if reading her mind, Desmond said, "I think I can trust you, Helena. I've had all your clothing brought back and put in your room while you've been down here having breakfast with me. As a reward for your behavior, you're to go and buy yourself a car, and then go on a shopping spree."

He said it so coldly, Helena wanted to hit him. The words were nice, but the tone of voice stank. God! She did everything he wanted, often without being told. She waited on him hand and foot, fucked for him, fucked for his business associates, though none of them was equal to him when it came to the act itself, and she cleaned and cooked, even with the servants around. No one helped her, no one offered to lighten her burden. Often she would feel one or another of the servants looking at her with something akin to pity, but that was the closest she came to eliciting any kind of response from them.

Going up to her room, Helena found all her clothing, all neatly pressed, cleaned, and almost sterilized. She slipped into a green skirt with a white blouse. As defiant as ever underneath her docile exterior, she still refused to wear a brassiere, nor did she slip into a pair of panties. She put on pantyhose because it was cold out, and the nylon would protect her, but there it all ended. Slipping her feet into shoes, shoes she hadn't worn for weeks, she almost felt strange being dressed again.

Hurrying downstairs, she found Desmond had gone. Using the phone, she called for a cab, and fifteen minutes later, when it arrived, she took her purse and had the driver take her to the nearest auto showroom.

As she opened her purse to pay the driver, she discovered a certificate inside, stating she had credit at any auto agency in town to purchase any one car she wanted. Giving the driver his money, she got out and walked into the agency, a Pontiac agency. The salesmen seemingly ignored her because she seemed obviously much too young to buy a car. Though she was eighteen, she looked to be fifteen.

Walking over to the manager's office, she presented the man with the certificate Desmond had given her, then told him, she wanted the largest, most expensive Pontiac made. More important, she didn't want to wait for it, so she would willingly take something from his stock, provided he had it ready to go in twenty minutes. What convinced the manager to see things her way was her refusal to bargain. He told her he had a Bonneville Brougham in stock for thirteen-thousand dollars, fully equipped. Helena told him, "Fine, just so long as it's prepped and ready to roll with a full tank of gas in fifteen minutes. Otherwise the. deal's off."

The car was ready in the allotted time.

The manager gave her all the necessary papers, including a temporary registration, promising he would have her permanent plates and permanent registration in forty-eight hours. In the meantime, she was to feel free to use the company plates.

Sliding behind the wheel, Helena electrically adjusted the seat, then closed the power windows, and drove off without bothering to look back. Desmond had given her a carte blanche to buy whatever she wished. Her purse was filled with credit cards, store credit cards though, not Mastercard or Visa. There was no way for her to turn anything into money. It didn't matter. Helena had already decided she would abide by Desmond's terms, at least until something better presented itself to her.

That very afternoon, something did present itself to her. But it wasn't better.


CHAPTER TEN

His name was Michael Glenn. He owned a fur factory, and he seemed enamored of Helena the moment she walked in and presented one of the many credit cards her guardian had given her. The card was in her name, so how was Michael Glenn to know she wasn't the wealthy young woman she appeared to be.

Glenn was tall, very thin, very rangy, with light-brown hair, an extremely handsome face, deep gray eyes, a short nose, and thin lips. His jaw seemed a little weak, but perhaps that was Helena's imagination. What she didn't imagine was the attention he paid to her, and she was surprised when he showed her his most expensive Chinchilla coat and offered it to her for almost half the price it was supposed to retail for.

He took her out to dinner afterward, and Helena was wondering whether she might make a man like this like her enough to take her away from her guardian. It would be worth going to bed with him once to find out how sincere he was in his supposed feelings about her.

"I'd like to take you out tonight," he told her.

"Sorry," she replied. "But I'm busy in the evenings. I serve as a hostess at my uncle's home. He has no wife and he often entertains wealthy customers, and I'm expected to help."

'That's very nice of you," Glenn smiled. "When are you due back?"

"In about two hours," Helena said, consulting the clock on the wall in the diner.

"Well then, can I convince a lovely lady like yourself to come to my apartment where I can offer you a drink?"

"By all means, convince me," Helena nodded.

"Dear lady, would you do me the honor..."

"Yes," Helena replied.

His apartment was set up nicely in the wealthy section of town, and Helena had no reason to believe him to be anything other than the well-to-do furrier he seemed. He had a huge living room with thick blue carpeting, and velvet draperies to match. But when he disappeared into the bedroom to change to a smoking jacket and casual slacks, she, out of habit, began rummaging through his drawers, just as she did in her guardian's house, and in the top drawer of a desk she found the papers claiming how close he was too bankruptcy.

When he emerged from the bedroom, he saw the desk drawer open and realized she had been reading his personal papers.

"I think I'd better go," she told him.

"Hell, no!" he told her. "You're my meal ticket, honey. I figure if I marry you, I'll have enough money to keep the fur factory going."

The joke was on him because her guardian would cut her off without a penny if she married anyone. But she had no intention of marrying him, anyway. She had no intention of having anything to do with him.

"I'm leaving," she insisted.

"You don't go until you come," he said, smartly.

"What?"

"You heard me. What's more, there's only one way for you to come, and that's for you to be fucked. I figure if I fuck you, you're the kind of chick who feels she has to marry the guy who does it to her."

God! Did she look that innocent and virginal? How ridiculous!

"My guardian..."

"Will be the first to know I've pumped the ass off you, honey," Glenn told her.

"Hey, come on," she insisted, backing away.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled, moving closer to her, gripping her arm and dragging her slender body toward the bedroom. "I am coming. That is, I intend to come... inside you."

He hurled her onto the bed. Helena grabbed the top bedsheet and pulled it around her dressed body and Glenn gripped it, impatient to rip it from her with overpowering ferocity.

"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Helena gasped.

"I know your type," Michael Glenn told her. "You come from the kind of stock that's insistent on marrying any man with whom your intimate. At least, your elders are insistent. If I fuck you, then tell your guardian, he'll..."

"Kill you!" Helena finished. "No he won't!" Glenn snorted. "He'll make you do the honorable thing and marry me."

Helena began to understand that just because a man was handsome didn't necessarily mean he was kind.

Here was a man who was unnecessarily cruel. He really thought he had lucked out and was going to marry some kind of heiress. Hell! She didn't want anything to do with him, not physically, not emotionally, not any way whatsoever. She was amazed at the way the man had changed.

"Marriage is based on understanding and love," Helena insisted, clutching the sheet around her body.

"Marriage is based on fucking," Glenn snorted. "What's more, honey, I'm gonna fuck you, here and now. I'm gonna fuck that cunt of yours until it's so sore you won't be able to walk straight."

It was his quick change of attitude, much like the way her guardian's attitude had changed on her birthday, that bothered Helena most. At least Desmond had professed a desire for her body. All this man wanted was some physical satiety, and that in the hope of bringing about some kind of marriage which he presumed would financially aid his troubled fur company. No wonder he had been so solicitous and had offered her the coat at half-price.

Helena knew there was no way she'd be able to fight her way out of this. Rather she thought she might be able to talk her way out.

"Look, I don't know why you're doing this," she gasped. "I mean, I didn't do anything to harm you, and I don't think you should try harming me. Please, let's be rational..." She froze as the young man hurled himself on top of her, pinning her delightful form to the bed, rending her totally helpless. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that the man was not only serious, but that she would not be able to dissuade him from his intent. Her guardian was strong, stronger than Michael Glenn, and though he had often forced her to his way, he didn't use unnecessary violence. The man with her now was not only unnecessarily violent, but he was trying to use this violence sexually. It seemed almost incongruous, and had she not been subjected to the various things her guardian had done to her, Helena would never have been able to reconcile this man's attitudes with his aims. Even so, Desmond was her guardian. He had brought her up, cared for her, and had given her a home for many years, and so was entitled, to a certain extent, to claim her body. But Michael Glenn had no claim whatsoever like that. As a result, for the first time in her life she felt a confusion not even Desmond Stone had been able to generate in her. Too, she felt embarrassed. She was undeniably aroused, in spite of her dreading this. To be told she was wanted was all that was needed. Still, excited or not, she didn't want this particular man doing anything to her.

Helena considered resisting him. But even if he wasn't as strong as Desmond, he was much stronger than she. Besides, resistance might make him even more violent, and he would probably hurt her. She remained unmoving as he pulled the sheet away from her, then literally tore her clothes off, even ripping her pantyhose from her body, shredding it, letting it all fall to the floor.

With her guardian, Helena had submitted initially out of respect, since the man had been the one to care for her so many years. True, she had quickly learned to love his touch. With Michael Glenn there was no respect. She felt she was being shamefully abused.

Glenn felt a thrilling new sense of freedom, enjoying the power he had over this fragile-looking young brunette. He had never been this forward with a woman before, and he wondered why he had taken so long to act this way. It was easy, and he was certain this woman wouldn't be dumb enough to go running to the cops. He would have an alibi set up just in case. In any case, he was easily able to ignore her protests. His heart was pounding, his muscles twitching almost beyond control, and his long, thick penis grew harder than he had ever dreamed possible. He was going to fuck her snooty little vagina. Shit! Chicks like this one were usually virgins until they got married. If she wasn't a virgin, then she was probably screwing around on the sly, and her guardian was unaware of it, at least as far as Michael Glenn was concerned. Hell! He was going to get the biggest kick in the world out of burying his long, thick prick in the tight cistern of her hot pussy, letting the organ burrow all the way into her. But the best part of it all was the knowledge that fucking this chick was what was needed to bring him the money necessary to keep his place going.

He lifted himself above her, smiling evilly into her lovely face, his hands pinning her firmly at the shoulders, violently holding her down on the bed. He took his time now, feasting his eyes on the slender girl's almost ethereal beauty. Her breasts were small, but they were firm and high-set, and in time they would not droop. She was breathing deeply, panting so that her soft brown nipples and areolae rose and fell with a regulated cadence, brushing against his chest.

Smiling, he sat up and pressed a knee into her groin, keeping her from moving while he shucked his smoking jacket. Then he quickly yanked off his shoes, pants, and undershorts so that he now hovered nakedly over her. Her nipples brushed against the light hairs on his chest, making him quiver, and his eyes slowly glanced down the lengths of their bodies, looking at the dark triangle of soft, sparsely growing pubic curls that covered her coral-lipped cunt.

Helena found it difficult to believe this horror was happening to her, of all people. Her guardian had raped her often enough, though he had turned the rape to her liking. But this man wasn't giving a damn about her feelings. He was intent on raping her not only for his own physical satisfaction, but because he thought it would be a sure way to force her to marry him, and thus bring him some sort of dowry he'd be able to use to build his business up again. When Desmond did things to her, it all seemed to become so natural. But with this man, it was all unnatural. Lewd was something that became obscene instead of delightful. There was something totally forbidden, even brutish about the vile way he was treating her. She realized it was the feeling that this man, unlike all the others who had fucked her - there had been a total of five, including Desmond - wasn't doing it for want of her, but for what he would gain from despoiling her. He seemed to be a crazed wild man who was taking advantage of her not because it felt good, but because it would lead to something totally non-sexual.

Even so, Helena felt a lurid thrill knowing she was going to be used this way. After all, whatever his motives, he was a good looking young man, the first one she had ever seen totally naked. All her guardian's business acquaintances were older, flabbier, a bit on the paunchy side. Yes, the idea of being fucked by a younger man was definitely appealing in spite of the knowledge that he wasn't doing it for some physical thrill. Still, if she let him know she was a willing participant, he might degrade her even further. She felt his eyes burning holes in her nakedness, as if all this was something totally new to him. Little did she know that Michael Glenn had never raped a woman in his life... until now.

He grabbed her slender legs and yanked them apart, sensuously revealing her pink gash, and she was unable to fight back. As she lay in that totally subservient position, he stared at her completely naked vagina. Now, for the first time, it occurred to him that she was an extremely sexy lady, and desire began filling his body. His cock, which had been semi-erect before, was now suddenly completely enlarged, a scant inch away from her tight little pussy, the head aimed directly into the soft tendrils surrounding the coral shell of softness. He twisted his hips all the more tightly between them, forcing her soft inner thighs that much wider for him.

Light coming in from the window behind him penetrated between his lanky legs, touching her pussy, glittering off the hairs, already wet with anticipation. In spite of her mind rejecting what was about to happen to her, her body reacted expectantly. Glenn was able to see the thinly narrow pink slit framed by her sparse curls. The pinkly open fissure was surrounded by glistening dewdrops, pearls of vaginal oil that clung like rain to tree leaves. Before he lowered his slender body against that of the helpless female, his eyes glittering with the intention of penetrating her alluring cunt, he stared at her face. Her own eyes were tightly shut.

While her body continued feeling excitement, Helena's mind sensed anger by the fact that this man, this stranger was trying to take her uncle's place and sexually dominate her. He was being overly forceful in pursuit of what he wanted, obviously egged on by her being weak and helpless. Both of them knew there was no physical way for her to fight back and resist him. Verbal arguments were useless. He was convinced she was a wealthy woman, and by forcing her into some kind of marriage he would be able to save his fur factory. There was no denying his overpowering, sudden demands, but at the same time, knowing she was unable to resist, Helena felt wildly aroused all the more in a crazy bizarre sort of way. It was a totally different experience from anything she had known with her guardian. With Desmond there was always the love-hate relationship, but there was also the feeling of owing him something for all the years he had put up with her childish tantrums and girlish foolishness. In a way, Desmond had indeed earned the right to fuck her. This man hadn't, yet she wanted it from him, too, despite the fact that he wasn't part of Desmond's plan. In a way he was part of her own plan, since she had set out to find someone attractive to fuck her whom Desmond knew nothing about. Even so, she had anticipated a totally loving relationship, and not this horrible overpowering of her... this rape. It was a rude awakening indeed within her to discover that it didn't matter. Even if she hated the sight of the youthful-looking man, she still wanted to be fucked by him. As a result, she also felt a hidden inner pleasure.

The lovely Helena was suddenly aware of a lascivious, almost desperate kind of energy radiating from him. She shuddered as his seeking hands continued moving over her slenderly naked young body with a certain vibrating swiftness. For a brief time she had been concerned with his brutality, but that had passed. Now her breath was catching in her throat as his hungry mouth closed anxiously over the extremely sensitive tip of one already shuddering mammary. He seemed to be swallowing the orb whole, consuming it with his passionate desire, his arms holding her firmly, tightly as his warm, wet tongue continually rolled around and around the thin, tan spike of flesh that was her nipple. His teeth chewed on the rubbery extension, and this sent additionally thrilling spasms shooting through Helena's already quaking body. Spasms of licentious passion charged through her. The obscenely accordioning pleasure was as delightful as ever.

"Unh... please..." she gasped, trying to return to the reality of why he was doing this, but not succeeding too well. "Don't ..she groaned, feigning resistance, by now well aware this would drive him crazy. The aroused young man took his time, sampling the stock, knowing she was his for a while longer. The tenderness of her defenseless flesh, especially the breast filling his mouth was like a taste of fulfilling desire. Not that he had ever been denied. He was exceptionally good-looking in spite of his weak chin, and he had fucked quite a few females in his lifetime. But now he had Helena's curvaceously slim body in his tight grasp, and he intended fucking her, doing with her as he pleased. He had no intention of letting anything stop him, not only for the pleasure involved, but because of what he anticipated would be the final outcome, when he revealed to her guardian what he had done, and the outraged man would insist on marriage.

Right now, the important thing was to concentrate on fucking her. He was going to enjoy her, screwing her hard and fast, ramming the full length of his lust-bloated cock into the burning depths of her squirming belly until the skinny girl actually begged and pleaded to feel him squirt his hot sperm into the cavernous tightness of her sucking vagina.

"No... No... no... no Helena was gasping. "I won't let you... I won't let you..." she cried out as his pursed lips pressed against her throbbing breast, pulling on the point as if intent on sucking the pap inside out. His teeth hungrily grated on the pellet-shaped nipple, leaving tiny, bloodless white marks as a symbol of his demanding salaciousness. She remained pinned helplessly beneath his masculine body, making movement difficult. Nevertheless, she continued attempting to squirm, because this seemed to enhance feeling for her, as well.

Her thighs were still held wide apart by the pressure of his knees, her nakedly pouting pussy open and vulnerable to his assault. She sensed the incredible stiffness of his pulsating penis against her soft, inner flesh. It felt like a burning, menacing pole of steel, white-hot steel, and she was about to be impaled on its seething length. Helena kept her eyes scrunched tightly shut, not wanting to look at his hateful face and remind herself of how angry she was with him for ravishing her body this way when, with a little gentleness, he would have had her willingly.

Glenn completely ignored her protesting cries. It never occurred to him that she was doing it merely to urge him on. At the moment he refused to give heed to anything other than the total and complete possession of her vibrantly young cunt. He was no longer willing to concede to gentleness in any way. She was designed for fucking as far as he was concerned, and fuck her he would. In fact, he was hoping she would have some sense fucked into her and, if nothing else, merely lie back and enjoy the inevitable. Jesus! Why should this dumb cunt be any different. Just because he'd been a little rough with her was, no reason for her not to like what she was feeling.

He let his hand roam slowly between the satin-smooth pillars of her tantalizing thighs. Higher, higher, higher he moved, until his fingers touched the delightful softness of her pelvic curls. He slowly worked his finger into the softly wet, pink folds of her heatedly pulsating vaginal canal, half-expecting to find a cherry. Little by little he was preparing the tight little receptacle for the hard thickness of his elongated prong.

The heated flesh was almost sodden by now. Little by little he parted the narrow little slit and the softly curling cunt hairs around it, his extended middle finger quite expert in what it was doing as he slid it all the deeper into the softly smooth center of her seething vaginal depths.

Knowing it would arouse Glenn even more, Helena made an effort to clamp her slim, shapely legs tightly together. Inwardly, she really had no wish to close off his access to her widespread vaginal center. But her attempt, as she hoped, was in vain. Her straining thighs were still forced as wide apart as possible. A state of completely hopeless confusion engulfed her mind as she felt his digging fingers continuing to worm their way into the heat of her tight vagina. They probed hotly, feverishly into the thin, hair-lined pinkness, searching like tiny crawling ants against the tenderness of her sensitive vaginal mouth. Each time his fingertips brushed across her budding clitoris, the savage shock of sheer electrical delight continually blistering through her squirming body outweighed any anger she might have had left inside.

All the while, Michael Glenn continued sucking on her voluptuously quivering nipple, while, at the same time, he kept on fingering the heatedly fleshy softness of her quivering vagina. He was aware of her struggles slowly subsiding as, with a second finger, he delved into the fleshy delta between her thighs. He didn't hesitate for a moment, worming it deeper and deeper into the tender, curl-fringed little opening, feeling the tightness of her heatedly slick walls snap tightly at both his invading digits.

"Hhhhuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh... aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh... pllll eeee ase..." she cried out, her vocal protests still sounding plausible to him, not wanting him to understand stand she was agreeable to his original idea.

He continued his debasing assault on her helplessly pinned body. At the same time she was feeling the enjoyable thrills and tingles she always felt when her vaginal cavern was invaded. Under certain conditions she envisioned Michael Glenn as a mouse of a man. But at the moment he was behaving like a typically dominant male attacking her helpless vulnerability. But there was still that hungry, gnawing sensation eating away inside her in the pit of her stomach, letting her know she was indeed in for some additional pleasure. His two long fingers continued their vaginal invasion, worming ever deeper in the sodden tunnel of her interior, making her more and more excited with every passing second. Helena was fast forgetting she was with a mercenary son of a bitch who was doing all this to her with the ultimate intent of marriage - but marriage solely for the money he believed he would receive. His constant use of force made her understand that what he intended in one respect was actually taking place. Since there was no way to fight this, she might just as well enjoy it. Her obligatory resistance had been attempted and thwarted.

Now she realized what had been bothering her. She was, in essence, cheating on her guardian, allowing her cunt to be used without his consent. At least, that had been her initial intention. When she had discovered why Glenn wanted to fuck her, she had demurred, but he had gone ahead and taken her anyway, which made her feel he was carrying out what she had initially set out to do. Understanding all this cleared her conscience, and she decided to let the guilt fall away no matter what perverted act this horrible man might commit on her naked helpless body. This wasn't really with her consent, after all.

Glenn felt that much more daring as he felt Helena's continued resistance fading away. He was not normally one to lap a pussy, but he felt in order to keep her amenable, it might be the thing to do. He pulled his sucking lips from the peaks of her breasts and began slowly sliding down the length of her lovely body, his hungry mouth moistly kissing and lapping at the warmth of her tender feminine flesh as he continued on down. He paused at the soft indentation of her navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before continuing down toward her satiny smooth young belly. Any limp protests she might have made were swallowed up, replaced by the sound of a softly submissive gurgle in the depths of her throat - an obvious response to his salacious touch. He paused at the soft indentation of her navel, running his tongue teasingly around inside before continuing down her satiny smooth form.

Her throat quivered with desire and mewling sounds came out. His face slid lower and lower, pressing into the fulcrum located below. He wondered if what he was doing would disturb her erotic reverie. He had no idea that Helena loved having her pussy sucked as he carefully eased his fingers from the sucking center of her shuddering cunt, then trailed his tongue through the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks toward her defenselessly waiting vagina. In his mind, he had to be the first one doing this. It never occurred to him for a minute that Helena had ever been involved in anything like this. She seemed too young, too pure, too innocent to know anything about sex.

Lifting his head from between her thighs, he grinned into her face for a moment, saying, "I'm gonna lick your pussy, Helena. I'm gonna treat you like the whore you really are under that sedate exterior you show to the whole world."

Whore! Well maybe in reality she was indeed a whore, but this man was no better, whoring himself, using his body to force her into what he believed would be an unavoidable marriage, and doing it for the sake of his business.

Still, the idea of feeling his mouth on her vagina pleased her. It was as if this man, like all the others she had known, was paying homage to her by, in essence, bowing down and kissing her cunt. He seemed to know how to suck and lick it, and just as all cocks weren't alike, so were all mouths different. The idea of feeling one on her vagina thrilled her. Yes, she liked the idea, and imagined how it would feel to have his wet, slick digit leaping in and around her cuntal center. The idea wreaking havoc without actually touching her. She had to react in such a way to create the impression she didn't want this, knowing it would serve to spur him on. Yes, she had to make it look good, as if she wanted no part whatsoever of this perverted act, an act he had to believe he was forcing on her.

"Uuuuu nnnn hhhhh!" she gasped as she started to struggle in order to convince him of her displeasure.

She jerked her slender hips away from his lustful stare, twisting, then rolling over onto her belly. She created the impression she was trying to hide her personal parts from him.

"I'm not a whore!" she insisted, reminding him of what he had told her, before.

"Goddamn you!" he roared, and inwardly Helena smiled, knowing he sincerely believed she was fighting him again.

His crazed inner lust had given way to an all-consuming anger that overwhelmed him. She was rejecting him, and he didn't relish that, not at all. She had seemingly rejected his wanting to kiss her cunt, and as far as he was concerned, that was the most erotic thing any man was able to do for a woman. His cock felt that much heavier, pounding with lust as if ready to burst from within because of the pressure of the sperm churning in his balls. He had gone too easy on her, holding his cock back, thinking he might get her to surrender willingly to him even though he had betrayed the fact that he was using her, also making a slave of her for his own ends, just as her guardian had done. Angrier than ever, he was determined he was going to give this skinny young girl the fucking of her life. He intended debasing her totally in the process.

Smiling inwardly at the response she had evoked, of his lips pulling at her clitoris as they had at her nipples made her flesh tingle with goose bumps. Yes, why not! Why not let the sucker do it. Let him do whatever he wanted, but don't let him know she was agreeable. His face drew closer and closer, and she felt the heat of his breath caressing the wetly pink flesh of her sodden vagina, his lips mere inches from the elastically tight opening that pulsated again and again.

Her splayed-out thighs offered the slender man total access to the gaping maw of her helpless cunt. He forced her lovely legs that much wider apart as he tugged his head back the littlest bit and teased his tongue greedily against the inner part of her upper thigh. This close, the man paused to stare at the tenderly soft, sensually curving mound of her desire, seeing the wet, fleshy lips covered by the sparse, silken shield of light-brown hair. Her cunt seemed to throb expectantly as if waiting impatiently for what he had promised, and he wondered for a moment if she was really as reticent as she had seemed. The narrow dividing slit was glistening, a rich coral in front of his staring eyes as he looked at the hardened bud of her tiny clitoris pulsating excitedly from the previous teasing of his fingers. He reached forward with his hand again, extending two fingers, spreading the lips of her rich cunt wide apart in order to expose the tight elastic center within, filling his eyes with what he saw.

Helena was aware of the hot, lustful secretions flowing all the more swiftly from her teeming feminine grotto, but when his fingers spread her so obscenely open, she remembered, she ought to be putting up some show of resistance in order to keep his mind lulled. Besides, it was one thing for him to lick her down there. It was something else again to feel his eyes Helena pretended to be afraid. She lay perfectly still, not resisting when the man jerked her up to a kneeling position, making her put her weight on her elbows.

Inwardly, she was still as shaken as ever by the wonderful heat throbbing in the depths of her stomach. Damn! She was sorry she had resisted so strongly. It would have felt good to have his tongue worshiping her cunt. Now she wondered just what it was he intended doing.

Helena felt a little embarrassed realizing her small, tight asscheeks were waving wildly around in the air like an invitation to him. That was when it occurred to her he intended fucking her from the rear, mounting her from behind as if she were some kind of bitch in heat.

Whatever her uncle had done, and whatever she had done for the other men, none of them had actually made her feel sub-human. It was totally degrading to be subjected to something like this, even though her cunt continued twitching with anticipation and excitement. But at the same time she was unable to ignore the fact that Glenn was angry, and if she resisted anymore, he might hurt her. Everything was going totally out of control. The events that had taken place were still, to a certain extent, confusing. He believed he was going to rape a virgin, or near-virgin. To let him know otherwise would bring this charade to a quick close, but it might precipitate his doing something to physically harm her. Helena found herself moaning through slightly parted lips, her face pushed firmly into the mattress beneath her.

"Honey, I told you I was gonna fuck you, and I meant it," Michael Glenn told her, his voice a menacing growl.

He moved himself behind her, sliding between her tantalizingly naked young thighs, parting them, forcing her to spread her knees so wide apart she almost fell flat on the mattress. Once again he had total access to her now-passion-drenched loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her this way, and he stared down at her delightfully helpless body, taking in all the details. He actually had never fucked any other female in this position, and the idea of doing it to this so-called snotty little bitch made him feel warm all over. Her warm-fleshed buttocks looked extremely enticing. God! How many women had he really wanted to try this way? He didn't know, but he did know he was going to fuck every one of them right now in the person of Helena. Yeah, he had this lovely bitch naked, bent before him like the subservient whore he sincerely believed she would become, because he intended using her body to enhance his fur business once he conned her guardian into letting him marry her. The slope of her smooth, tan back looked like a smooth wooden ski-jump, especially with the tiny indentation of her spine running down the middle. Her dark, silken soft long hair was spilling all around her head, hiding her face from view at the moment, but in his mind she had to be feeling the lewd humiliation of her degrading position. At that moment he was certain she deserved it, and he ran his hand down anxiously over her smooth back, then under her ribcage to catch the dangling swells of her small breasts.

Feeling the delightful warmth of her small twin mammarial mounds, he began squeezing and massaging them for long, pleasurable minutes, but eventually an impatient twitch in the rigid length of his steel-hard cock reminded him he was to fuck her.

He tweaked her nipples very hard, almost hurting her. Then he finally released them, letting his hands move around to her rear, along her thighs to the smooth slopes of her round, small buttocks with their superb curves. Pushing his thumbs into the tightly sloping curves of shadowy dividing crevice, he spread the melon-shaped cheeks wide apart, pulling hard.

"Uuuuu nnnn hhhh... what are you doing?" Helena gasped aloud, but it was difficult even for herself to tell if her groan was from fear of this degrading position, or the desire to be fucked no matter what the position. God! To have his cock inserted into her this way, from behind like a mating animal of all things. Hell! Even though she knew who he was, the idea of not being able to see him made him faceless, and Helena didn't like the idea of faceless fucking.

Glenn stared at the tiny brown orifice of her anal pucker as it winked lewdly in the afternoon sunlight. Seeing it this way excited him to a higher fever pitch than ever. He had an ungovernable desire to fuck her, now. Leaning forward, he pressed his hard, throbbing penis impatiently between the softness of her inner labia, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold his sperm back if he waited.

"I want you to put it in. you bitch!" he snarled at her, spitting the words at her back as if firing a machine gun at her, wanting this nakedly kneeling cunt to know he was the boss.

Helena felt she ought to stop all this. She didn't like being treated like some ten dollar whore. But by now she was aware of the tension building in him, and if she said anything, it might serve to make the man hit her. Besides, his words, for all their stupidity and perversity, seemed to make her nakedly pinioned flesh crawl with renewed excitement.

The mixture of anger and passion within her caused her to suddenly react very swiftly to his coarse and insistent demands, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a hedonistic fashion. She reached beneath her, between her small, barely swaying breasts, and groping momentarily, found the man's throbbing cock. This was the first time she had touched this man's penis, and fingering it, she was amazed that such a skinny man had such a fat cock. But then, the cock was the one part of the body that never gained or lost weight.

She squeezed it, as if by doing so, she, and not his heart, was pumping blood through the rest of his body. His penile tip was sodden with his secretions, and the oily substances came off in her hand. Though she had no love for the position in which she found herself, her lusts had become too overpowering. Perhaps, in a way, this was a good position, after all. Maybe she would be able to imagine it was her guardian fucking her instead of this terrible man. The feel of his virilely heated phallus made her belly jerk with overpowering desire. Besides, the cock seemed to be swelling all the more now, getting longer, thicker, larger. The blunt head was like a rubbery fist, and she hesitated about pushing it deeper between her tender inner labia. In this position, her cunt was not only shallower, but seemingly narrower. He might rip her open. But his hands began kneading the tiny cheeks of her ass, letting her know of his impatience. It also reminded her of how vulnerable she was to him at this moment.

"Shove my cock into your cunt now, honey," he insisted.

His voice was strong and commanding, letting her know the vestiges of his reserves were just about worn out. He was having a difficult time as it was from keeping his penis from spurting semen all over her asscheeks as they roundly strained in the bent-over position in which she was kneeling. God! She looked even more sexy, now.

Her fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the throbbing bole of his swollen organ, feeling it continually pulsate as he arched his hips forward to help her guide his cock into her wetly waiting vaginal hole.

"Come on! Come on!" he insisted, squeezing her softly resilient flesh until his fingers seemed to dig into her buttocks.

She gasped, reminded once more of this terribly humiliating position, though she had to admit she was starting to like it more and more with every passing moment.

Helena was angry with herself, wanting to cry and moan at the same time. She felt frustrated because she ached to strike out at him for trying to treat her as her guardian had done. Her guardian had at least earned the right to do so by caring for her for so many years. But Michael Glenn was only interested in exploiting her in every way without giving her anything. Still, she ached to have his long, hard cock fucking itself into the tightness of her belly. This position was new and odd for her, yet the time had come.

Wriggling her small buttocks a little to shift her position slightly, she placed the lust-hardened tip of his throbbing penis against the tenderly soft folds of her shuddering vagina, working the point around and around to widen her vulva slightly. She finally had the thick head lodged inside the tight little opening, and then she took a deep breath hoping the thickness of his cock wouldn't tear her membranes when he rammed it forward into her tummy. Hoping to slow him down a little, she kept her fingers tightly surrounding the long, thickly distended stiffness. She squeezed as he prepared to lunge.

Completely unconcerned with the way she was feeling, he suddenly flicked his hips forward the littlest bit, and shoved the head a little deeper into the tightness of her cunt. In fact, his corona wedged itself into her with a pop.

"Uunnhh!" the lovely Helena groaned as the heavy, lust-stiffened shaft of flesh continued slithering into her feminine opening, the head feeling like the thick rubber tip on a walking stick.

She continued gripping the hot, fleshy pole in her tiny hand, hoping to hold him back from making any further entry. She squeezed as if to let him know to stop for a moment, and stop he did, the huge knobby head sunk halfway into her love canal. She hadn't expected him to be so intense in the way he had forced his cock into her. As a result, she clamped her vaginal walls solidly around his throbbing organ - an automatic response to hold him back, but all it did was tease him that much more.

The delightful inward sucking sensation of her wetly clinging vaginal flesh as it surrounded his heavily throbbing penile point made the man more anxious than ever to have the entire length of his throbbing organ buried in the vault of her vaginal vestry. He held back for only a moment, then cocked his hips and slammed forward, plunging the lengthy steampole further inside the warmth of her heatedly clinging young pussy. The hugeness of the thick, rubbery tip spread the smoothly wet walls of her vagina like a dredge plummeting inside.

"Huuunngghhh... aaaannnn nngggg gghhhh... oooooo nnnnnngggg hhhh..." she gasped, feeling it enlarge her in this position as he continued lasciviously grinding his impaling rigidness ever deeper into the tight sanctuary of her openly spread young cunt.

Helena realized his sole interest was in himself. He intended fucking her like the ten dollar whore he seemed to think she ought to be. His cock tunneled all the more deeply into her, making her mewl and gasp, her own inner desire mounting higher and higher, burning up inside her like a raging forest fire.

Kneeling behind her on the bed, Michael Glenn didn't know why he was treating this skinny girl like this. He was usually very considerate when it came to fucking other women. But with other women he wasn't so intent on showing who was boss. The pressure in his lust-swollen balls had become excruciating. Maybe, he envisioned, after he conned her guardian into letting her marry him, while giving him a fat dowry so he'd be able to rebuild his fur business, he would treat her decently. But for now, she was just a cunt, nothing more. She had to learn from the start that he was God as far as she was concerned.

At the moment, he was intent on ramming the full length of his quivering organ into her teeming depths. He had wanted to restrain himself, to hold back, but he knew it was all but impossible. She was really tight from this angle, and he mistook it for virginity. But restraint was the one thing he no longer had. His willpower was gone.

His excitedly hard and throbbing cock jerked from the feel of her hot, cuntal flesh as it tightly surrounded his organ, and he felt he would spurt a full load before he hit bottom. God! He had to jam it in, he had to.

Not able to see the man ravishing her, Helena had wiped Glenn's face from her mind and pictured the cock inside her as belonging to her guardian. Her hand finally let go of its hold on his throbbing organ, leaving the cock free to fuck uncontrollably into the warmly waiting inner depths of her seething pussy.

Slamming his hips solidly forward with all his pent-up strength, the man began grinding his heavily tunneling phallus ever deeper, slithering through the lengthiness of her squeezing womanly tunnel. His cock moved faster and faster, and he didn't stop until his sperm-swollen testicles smacked against her hairy pelvis and clitoris.

"Hhhhuuunnhhh... Goddd... ohhhhhhh... Jeeeeesusussss!" Helena cried out, feeling a thrilling sense of delight at the way he was filling her. The force of his lunge had driven her forward to where the top of her head had almost smacked the headboard.

The dull thud of his groin slamming flatly into his buttocks was heard even above her low, guttural gasp, and the overpowering impact was so unbelievably strong, Helena had her head once again driven against the mattress with enough force to make her feel it would soon power through. The rubbery penile point was pressing firmly against the cushiony rear of her backwall, feeling the neck of her womb actually resting on his penile bole. God! It felt like some kind of angry, almost menacing weapon out to destroy her.

He was still for a long moment, letting her inner tunnel adjust, as if thinking about reprieving her from the weight of his organ, then he flexed it inside her, making it swell, and he lurched it a little deeper into her helplessly squirming interior.

Hell! He was sorry he didn't have a mirror here. It would have really been something to watch his cock as if it were someone else's, pushing into the tightness of this cunt.

He was unable to wait for her tight little pussy to adjust itself to the breadth of his overpoweringly heavy cock. Instead, he immediately began driving his massive penis in and out of her tightly squeezing tunnel, feeling the youthful elasticity of her as her interior clung to him. The long, hard strokes pounded deep inside her seething vaginal tunnel, striking the rear wall again and again, but there was no pain for Helena, and she moaned rhythmically in reply to what he was doing.

His eyes roamed over the length of her naked form beneath his, bent forward as it was, with her ass hitting his thighs each time he slammed forward. Her naked buttocks continued jerking back in perfect time to his driving thrusts, and her smooth back sloping down to her long, loose dark hair looked even more arousing than before as her head whipped one way, then another. Her lush nakedness was excitingly sensual, more sensual than he had ever believed such a thin girl would be. There was something delightful and thrilling about her hot cunt, and he was unable to understand why what he believed to be almost a virgin pussy was able to react so delightfully. God! He knew professional whores who lacked the muscle control this one had in her cunt.

The sight of her in this helpless way made the rapidly gathering semen in his prostate bubble like boiling, molten metal, pleading with him to stroke faster and unleash all of the fluid into her aching interior.

Never having been fucked by anyone from this particular angle before, the slender young girl was initially surprised at the depth of penetration, basically because of the fact that her interior was shortened a little, creating the impression his cock was even longer than it was. For a moment she wondered if the head of his penis, slamming into the backwall of her cunt, might rip a hole through her, but her elastic interior yielded with his thrusts, and she soon realized she had enough give inside her so that she wouldn't be hurt.

The passion continuing to build in her body was like hot steel pouring through her blood vessels. Much as she hated the man fucking her, she knew his cock was giving her pleasure. Her hate for him had nothing to do with the way she felt about his driving masculine muscle. She was aware the man was simply using her at the moment, first to fulfill his passion, then to attempt to rebuild his fur factory. Her own private revenge was to tell him nothing. She knew what would happen to Michael Glenn when he finally told her guardian. Not only would Desmond throw him out of the house, but he would hire some goons to destroy the rest of Glenn's factory, and probably tear some of the working parts from Glenn's body. She decided to let him have this last bit of pleasure, especially since she was deriving enjoyment from it, too.

God! How she hated this man. At least her guardian thought she was special enough to use for his business deals, as if confident she would do right by him. But this man was treating her as if she were a cunt and nothing more. She was a cunt with a fleshy shell on the outside - a common whore. For the first time in their lovemaking - and the last time in her particular lovemaking - she felt a combination of emotions. With her guardian she felt love when he fucked her and hate when he talked to her, afterward. But with Michael Glenn she felt hate from the start, hating the man, loving his cock, wanting to separate the two, yet knowing neither would do her much good without the other. Despite his good looks and his slender body, she hated the individual. There really wasn't that much difference in this position, anyhow. She wasn't able to tell a heavy body from a thin one.

Her desire-contorted face was pressing into the bed as arousal continued mounting in her seething interior. She hoped he wasn't one of those men who came too quickly. She was enjoying it all, but she wanted her own orgasm. God! Since he was already fucking her, let him do a first-rate job of it. Jesus! She had to admit, subservient as this position seemed, weird as it felt, it was enjoyable, if only because it was different to the positions to which she had become accustomed.

Glenn, totally unaware of the continually swelling desire in the breasts of the thin and lovely girl he was fucking, continued ramming his long, stiff phallus ceaselessly into the tightness of her squeezing, quivering cunt as his overpowering lust completely took possession of his reason. He wasn't going to settle for just one fuck. He intended fucking this bitch silly, then going to her guardian even before she got home in order to explain the situation to the man. Naturally, he would profess love for her, claiming he was unable to help himself, and that he had to do it.

But right now he was going to fuck this chick so solidly, she was going to plead for him to stop. He'd screw her until her cunt was sore. She would cry for him to gush his squirting semen into her belly and stop the friction, and when he finally did come, he would blast such a tremendous quantity of seed in her, she would gain five pounds from holding it all.

He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers squeezing into her trembling flesh as he continued slamming his thickness into the tight tunnel of her shuddering body, enjoying the liquous feelings of her sucking pussy. Her vaginal mouth was so filled with inner blood, the pink folds had turned deep red as he shoved his blood-engorged phallus all the deeper into her. Her flesh clung to his cock, and on each backstroke it looked as if he was pulling her inner membranes out of her.

His sperm-laden testicles swung forward like a wrecking ball, pounding between her widespread thighs, making loud, obscene smacking sounds against the lips of her tight pussy, slamming her naked clitoris, tantalizing it every time. His cock buried itself to the hilt, and when it pulled back, only the head was left inside, snugly gripped by the elastic ring of her vulva, a ring that refused to surrender his glans until he had made her attain her summit. He would pull back, stay perfectly still for an instant, then forcefully power his throbbing cock into the slickly clinging walls of her vagina again. He smacked into her softly warm buttocks so hard her small, firm breasts shimmied and shuddered enticingly, making Helena wonder if she was starting to enlarge, bustwise.

"Haaaa uuuuu nnnnn gggg hhhh!" she moaned in spite of her desire to keep quiet.

She wanted the man to think he was still raping her against her will. His steadily malloting cock felt as if it was driving right through the center of her belly and into her gullet, almost making her gag with sensation. She was unable to ignore the thrilling rapture constantly enlarging within herself. Her nipples swelled to a size much larger than they had ever known, and thrills charged through her. The front of her body leaned lower and lower, and soon her taut nipples were grazing the covers beneath her. This only served to enhance the delightful feeling of erotically pulsating pleasure that stormed through her shudderingly tormented body.

To intensify the enjoyable feelings building in her even more, she continued telling herself again and again how terribly debased she was because of the way this horrible man was cruelly fucking her. It was all so crude - this position, the way he drove into her - all of it.

Strange how the thought of hating him made it all seem so much more enjoyable. She had never been able to hate any of her guardian's "friends" because they had, for the most part, treated her with a certain amount of consideration. All of them, for the most part, had known she was his ward, and they had considered it an honor to fuck her. Yes, she was Desmond's slave, and Michael Glenn had made the mistake of trying to usurp her for himself. She was another man's property, and no one, but no one took anything away from Desmond Stone.

Fire continued building in the depths of her womb. Her clitoris was a throbbing little demon in its own right, wanting to be fed by the tantalizing pressure of his swinging testicles. Each time his hard cock lunged into her, the pleasant shocks from it seemingly rippled through her like wildfire as her heatedly clasping walls rippled around the length of his burning, thrusting pole. Her cunt felt seared, filled to the point where she almost believed the cock had become part of her, and in spite of the obscene position, she was the one driving it in and out of his body. Yes, it was part of her for now, a separate entity, and yet... her.

The throbbing length of his organ was a rampaging monster that needed to be satisfied, and such satisfaction would only be achieved by the continual sinking into her furnacelike depths, settling for nothing less than total absorption by her cunt. It was all anguish, yet it was also wildly exhilarating, a thrilling kind of excitement he had never felt with any other woman.

With her head pressing into the bedcovers, Helena looked back beneath her body, between her rhythmically quivering breasts, seeing her totally naked and vulnerable pussy being ceaselessly slammed into by his thickly wet and glistening penis. She saw the way his cock would withdraw only to plunge right back into her, smoothly fucking into her feminine hermitage as she moaned throatily. The thick, hair-fringed lips of her sucking pussy clasped around the pulsating organ again and again, hungrily devouring it. Her inner vaginal muscles worked unceasingly each time he pulled back, unhappy until she had the full length of him drawn inside her again.

Each time he slammed his cock forward, the pubic hair on his pelvis tickled its way into the narrowly tight crevice between her buttocks. At the same time his thighs would press against her asscheeks, flattening them, and she felt a lascivious, more urgently tingling sensation surge to the top of her head. She was being crazily fucked by the long, hard thrusts of his rigid phallus, and she sensed the joy of it building in her grinding loins all the more powerfully.

Aware of the gradual sucking motion around his deeply pistoning shaft, the handsome, evil man who was fucking Helena became aware that what he was doing was clearly felt by her, and not unenjoyably, either. He had to concentrate to keep his sperm from running through the urethral tube in the underside of his cock, because he knew when it did, it would fill her feminine cavern with all his strength, at least for a little while. He wanted to save every last drop - to make her aware of what a great cocksman he was, and how fortunate she would be to have him as her husband, even if neither of them loved one another. God! How he wanted this to last!

Slowly in the beginning, very slowly, her small, tightly rounded asscheeks began rotating back and forth in response to his forward surges, and to test what she was feeling, he once again held back on the backstroke. Her heatedly undulating asscheeks seemed to anxiously, almost hungrily leap back toward him when his cock didn't piston itself into her gulping tunnel right away. Seeing her cunt react so, he became more excited than ever, and he started pounding into her with ever-increasing speed. Her little ass had finally come to life with a vengeance, and he loved the way she was fucking back at him.

He saw the smooth muscles of her firmly resilient buttocks flexing every time he pulled his cock all the way back, leaving only the crown inside her. Her cunt had become a sucking mouth, pulling him inside the depths of her hungrily anxious belly.

Quivering, he moved his hands over the tan, gleaming globes of her smoothly rounded buttocks, once more digging his thumbs in the deep divide separating the two cheeks. Tugging lightly, gently, but firmly, he spread the smoothly rounded moons apart, looking at the tiny brown pucker of her anus, pulling until he was able to see the pink beyond the brown.

Looking at it made the man gasp each time he rhythmically stroked his throbbing cock into the tightness of her sucking cunt.

Without breaking the timing of his driving thrusts, he worked a finger into the tightness of her narrow little valley, then touched the puckering little hole with the tip of his extended middle finger. Little by little he worked the probe into the tightness of her rubbery little tunnel.

"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh... eeeee aaaaa sssss yyyyy... take it easy..." Helena gasped, grunting, not confused, since she had been often fingered anally before, though the probing of his finger definitely did build erotic sensations in the ovenlike depths of her shuddering interior. In order to create the impression she was unused to what he was doing, she lurched away from his driving finger.

He persisted, keeping his digital probe digging into her rear-end, and she felt herself continually being aroused by what he was doing. Lifting her lovely smooth asscheeks, she hurled them back voluntarily, absorbing the intrusion into her heatedly sucking rectal tunnel. The tightly resisting anal muscle, shaped like a doughnut, finally yielded to his constant driving pressure. Michael Glenn didn't wait, but simple slammed his finger all the way in, not waiting for lubrication, and as a result she felt pain.

It was unnatural, but enjoyable, lewd, but pleasurable, indecent, but for a thrilling reason she knew she wanted to feel it worming around deeper and deeper in her rectal cavity at the same time his cock continued probing into her hot pussy. He accommodated her forbidden desire by shoving the full length of his finger up to the first knuckle, her small, anal passage gripping it tightly. As he shoved the digit more deeply into her, her rectum slowly adjusted to the invasion as it did when the other men usually introduced their fingers more slowly. As a result, she enjoyed the feeling even more.

"Aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh... hhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh... Godddd ddduhhhhhhhhh..." she groaned and grunted as the turning, twisting finger squirmed in to the hilt. She lurched her ass back firmly against it with obvious delight. At the same time she attempted to absorb more of his pleasure-giving phallus by loosening her cunt-muscles for a moment. Her loins were ablaze with desire, voraciously hungry with sexual need.

His finger plummeted all the more deeply into the burning tightness of her rubbery interior as her back muscles clenched around it. It filled her rectal cavity, unable to go deeper, and the thrill of being plundered back there while being constantly fucked in her cunt sent shuddering static charging through her quivery body. Groaning aloud, realizing she was being treated like a cheap trollop, she felt like behaving the same way. She raised her rounded buttocks invitingly, the two holes in her body absorbing the dual assault as she took both, his middle finger and his solidly nailing prick, into the tight and narrow centers of her at the same time.

With the tip of his finger, Michael Glenn was able to feel the length of his driving phallus pushing into her cunt, separated from her rectal cavity by a thin, membraneous wall of tissue. He wormed his probing finger around and around in her rectal depths, each twist making the nakedly kneeling ward of Desmond Stone groan out loud, a muffled gasp of thrilled delight, the sound absorbed for the most part by the mattress into which her face was pressed.

She continued her abandoned wriggling, thrusting and hurling her heatedly aroused young asscheeks back and forth, slamming them against the two continually driving shafts of thrillingly impaling pleasure. Her tortured backside felt feverish arousal as strongly as her vagina felt it. By now, she was aware she was near one of those all-consuming orgasmic experiences she always seemed to enjoy to the utmost whenever her guardian or one of his mends fucked her. As always, it was like a roaring acceleration upward, into the unknown sky of desire, and she knew when she got there, she would explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July. The gushing sighs from within her seemed to pour out with no control whatsoever, as if someone else was doing the passionate screaming. Heaven help her!

"Aaaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh... Goddddd uhhhh hhhhh... hhhhh... nnnnn hhhhh... yessssssss... morrrre... morrrrre... morrrrre..." Glenn was surprised by the way she was responding. It was far more than he had bargained for, believing her to be relatively new to all this. He loved the sight of his near-bursting cock as it fucked into the tightly narrow tunnel of the slender young brunette's cunt while his probing middle finger continued its back-and-forth excursion in and out of her rectal tunnel. Jesus! She was better than any chick he had previously known, and it occurred to him that if he was able to convince her guardian he was fucking her because he was wild about her, and the guardian did consent, in fact did order her to marry him, he would indeed be getting a spectacular piece of ass. He fucked her all the harder, the shadows in the room getting longer as the sun continued slowly going down. Shit! He had never experienced such total wanton responsiveness in a female before. Jesus! No doubt about it! She wanted him to fuck her like some common tramp, whereas other women had always insisted on the kid gloves treatment. In spite of his efforts to hold back, he found himself insane with the lusting need for orgasm.

His balls felt as if they were swollen and enlarged beyond reason, ready to surge from his bloated scrotal sac as his surging sperm made the maddening dash up the length of his uncontrollably twitching penile staff. The thickness of his rubbery phallic head continued to enlarge inside her heatedly receiving young vagina as he continued driving it to maximum length and depth, and then his burning semen burst forth like a series of bullets firing from an automatic pistol as the dilated tip of his cock unleashed one heavy flood after another. Hot, white glue blasted into her feminine tunnel again and again.

"YYYYY AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH... AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHHH... AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UUU NNN GGG HHHH... AAA UUU WWW AAA RRR GGG HHH UUU GGG HHH!" Michael Glenn bellowed.

It was all Helena needed to set her off, and she felt one wild thrill after another charge through her as her own orgasm overcame her.

"EEEE YYYY AAAAIIIIYYYY EEEE... AAAA GGGG HHHH AAAA WWWW... AAAA IIII YYYY AAAA... NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA... GGGG HHHH UUUU WWWW... AAAA GGGG HHHH!" she shrieked, and then she collapsed on the bed, facedown, tugging him on top of her as her cunt gripped his firing cock and her asshole clenched his finger.

Then she blacked out.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

When she awoke, Michael Glenn was gone. Helena got up from the bed, noting the covers were crusted with the dried sperm that had leaked from her cunt while she had been unconscious.

Going to his bathroom, she took a long, hot shower, taking special care to clean his sperm from her cunt. Then, after drying off, she dressed, went downstairs and hailed a cab, having the cabbie take her to where she had parked her new car. Afterward, she drove home.

Entering the house, she found herself facing Desmond Stone. He had a stolid look on his face as he said, "I want to talk to you. Come into the den."

She followed him into the room where he had deflowered her and where she and Pia had balled Ed Warner. She sat on the sofa as he gestured for her to do, crossing her slender legs.

"I want you to tell me what happened this afternoon," he said. "Don't leave out any details, and tell me, by all means, precisely what it is you feel."

"Well," she told him, "to begin with, I felt extremely angry at you and the cheap way you were treating me.

I felt I didn't deserve it. Oh, I know I've been leeching off you for the past few years, and I had no right to be so obnoxious, but you never let me know what an abominably spoiled brat I was. The birthday present you gave me a few weeks back was the crudest thing you ever did to me. I was hurt to think you considered me nothing more than a little tramp who looked like my mother. That was why you wanted me."

"All true," he nodded. "I took advantage of my position as your guardian, and I'm not sorry. But go on."

"When you make love to me, and yes, Desmond, you do make love to me instead of merely fucking me, I love you very much. But I haven't told you as much because I felt you would sneer at me with contempt, especially since you treat me like dirt the rest of the time. But I also realized you've made me into a woman. You've taught me, through this slavery, to be self-sufficient, even if it has to be as a whore. When you gave me the credit cards and the car, you offered me a chance to walk out, even though you really gave me no money. Well, even though I initially wanted to contract some kind of social disease and pass it on to you when I came home, I realized while I was outside, that I do love you."

"That's quite an admission from a girl who has never loved anyone but herself," he conceded. "You have grown up, and faster than I would have believed."

"When I met the furrier today, and I assume by now that you know that I met him, I went with him to find out what it would be like to make love to a thin, handsome man. I discovered, to begin with, that a man like that doesn't make love - he fucks! I also discovered that I don't care what you look like. All I do care is that I love you, and I'll live with you on whatever terms you propose, and I'll do it willingly."

"Then you don't love this furrier?" Desmond asked. "Love him?" Helena gasped. "He forced me to fuck. I hate him!"

He was standing near his desk, and now he walked over to the phone, picked it up, inserted a dialing card, and a moment later, said, "Michael Glenn, 1343 Merrick Street. You know what to do."

"Are you going to kill him?" Helena asked, as he put down the telephone.

"Killing is for scum like the Mafia," he told her. "A dead Michael Glenn would serve no purpose. He has to be immobilized, made harmless, and yet he has to understand that he's being punished for what he did to you. He had the brazen nerve to come here earlier and confess that he had slept with you. He told me the two of you were madly in love and that he wanted to marry you. I told him to go home and wait. Now he'll get what he's waiting for."

"If I had admitted loving him?" Helena asked. "Then I would have sent you to him, with the presents you've bought for yourself, but nothing more."

"I told you, I want to stay, Desmond," she insisted. "Excellent," he nodded. "You will stay. For the moment you'll remain my slave. You'll continue to do as you're told, and we'll get along splendidly."

"Then I'm nothing more than a convenience to you," she said.

"Just what you represent to me is something I have no intention of discussing at the moment. You see, I have one more extremely important business deal, tonight, as a matter of fact, and I'll need your services. If all goes well, we can have a discussion afterward."

"Of course, Desmond," she nodded, her heart falling to her feet. She had felt such overpowering love for the man, she was certain he must love her too. It came as a shock to realize he was still the same Desmond, treating her like the tart he had made of her. "I'll go to my room and get ready."

"Excellent," he nodded. "I'll be up in a while to brief you."

Helena turned, feeling as if her interior was made of lead. She slowly climbed the stairs to her room, realizing no matter whom she stayed with, she would never be anything but a slave.


CHAPTER TWELVE

The tight black-and-gold sheath she was wearing made her spare figure look more rounded and delightful. Yes, she still looked innocent, but she also looked alluring and sexy. This was the way Desmond wanted her, and this was the way she would be.

Her hair was piled on top of her head in an upsweep, making her look the littlest bit older. But her face was still the innocent face of a lovely child.

Her door was now open, and Desmond walked in wearing a tuxedo. He nodded his approval at the way she was dressed, and he said, "In the living room, downstairs, is Mr. Rolph Spitz. Rolph owns a whole group of smelters, smelters that haven't been in use for a long time. He smelted both gold and silver. But when gold was thirty-five dollars an ounce, it no longer paid to mine it, and when silver was two dollars an ounce, it paid even less. Gold is now between six and seven hundred dollars an ounce and going higher. Silver is eighteen dollars an ounce and will eventually reach fifty or sixty dollars, or more. I've gone into a mining venture with Ed Warner, opening old gold mines he had bought up for a song. Thanks to you, he and I have a fifty-fifty partnership in those mines. Now I want a partnership in the smelters, as well. I believe my own share in the gold mines and the smelters will bring me more than five billion dollars over the next ten years."

"And you want me to blackmail Mr. Spitz as I did Mr. Warner?" she asked.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "Mr. Spitz seems very amenable. However he does have an inferiority complex. I learned he feels he's undersized in the penis department, and he has to be made to feel he's every bit as much of a man as anyone else. Just go downstairs, treat him like you love him at first sight, and let him know how wonderful you think he is. I'll take it from there."

She nodded, left the room, and all but floated down the stairs. There, in the doorway to the sunken living room, stood Rolph Spitz. He was a burly man with a barrel chest but a curiously boyish face. She walked over to him, smiled, and said, "Mr. Spitz, welcome!"

"Rolph!" he insisted, smiling back. "You're as beautiful as your guardian said."

"You're extremely handsome," she told him. "Would you think it forward of me if I said I'd rather not wait until after dinner to bed down with you? Just looking at you has me all aroused."

His arms were around her in a moment as he all but dragged her into the middle of the living room where there was nothing in their way.

"I've been waiting for a woman like you for a long, long time," he told her.

He had a strong voice, and it made Helena tingle with pleasure. She was amazed at the blatant way she had approached Rolph. She usually let the man make the first move, but she felt sure of herself, and as a result, felt it wasn't necessary to wait any longer. There was nothing wrong with her taking the initiative.

"Upstairs," she whispered. "In the bedroom."

She led the way, but took him to the master bedroom which had mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Desmond was nowhere in sight. The look in Rolph's eyes, a look of glittering desire, made her a little embarrassed, and she decided talk was the only way to overcome that.

"You're a friend of my guardian's?" she smiled.

"Obviously," he nodded, sitting on the bed, reaching out to her, and unzipping her dress when she turned her back to him. He spoke casually, in a relaxed way in spite of the nervousness in him, but his fingers worked deftly as he stripped her naked. "Your guardian told me you were friendly, but he didn't say you were this friendly. I know he sometimes brings in women to entertain, but you being his ward, I thought you'd be off limits."

"If I like someone, well, Desmond's very understanding," Helena answered as his hands continued moving over her slender body, removing the last vestiges of her clothing.

"And you really like me that much?" he asked, unable to believe it.

"You're an extremely handsome man, Mr. Spitz," she told him.

He had a deft touch about him, and the way he undressed her made her feel goosepimply all over. It was hard to believe a man like this had any kind of complex. But Helena was fast learning the most secure people had complexes. Yes, even Desmond had this complex to dominate. More, his complex was to specifically dominate her. What was worse, she had a complex that allowed her to be dominated by him.

"Do you make love to other men this easily?" Rolph asked.

"Only men I like," she replied.

"What about your guardian?" he asked.

"Would it shock you if I admitted I've been to bed with Desmond?"

"Not at all," he admitted. "In fact, I've always had this yearning to enjoy a woman with another man. Desmond said, if you were agreeable, he would join us a little later."

"I'm agreeable to whatever you want," she told him, not letting him know that whatever he wanted was what Desmond wanted her to do.

"First things first," he insisted.

She had worn panties this time, as if to let him know she had not initially intended thinking of going to bed with him, but, after having seen him, she was unable to resist him. So when he tugged the sheer, white nylon from her body, the crotch already dampened by her thinking of what was to come, she smiled.

Her body was inflamed, alive, anxiously waiting for his advances. His eyes were glaring hungrily at her sparse, light-brown pubic triangle, and Helena blushed, her slender body inflamed from being admired, quakingly aroused as if she was able to already feel his penis drilling its way into her shuddering vaginal depths. Michael Glenn and what he had done was already forgotten.

Rolph's hand was already moving slowly between her inner, trembling thighs, his outstretched middle finger pressing aside the wispy powderpuff of pelvic hair and worming its way into the soft pinkness that was her sodden vagina. Little by little he was pressuring her sucking cuntal lips apart. The finger rubbed against her ultra-sensitive clitoris, and for the moment she felt herself suspended on the probing tip of his finger. She was unable to restrain herself, and found she was grinding her taut pussy back and forth.

Her legs turned to jelly as his fingers continued playing between her wide-apart thighs, and she discovered she was hot beyond reason. Obscenely encouraging words tumbled from her panting throat as deep hungering sounds filled her ears, making her think they came from someone else.

"Come on!" she urged. "Undress! Then fuck me, here, on the bed!"

"You have a deal, you lovely woman," Rolph told her, smiling as he proceeded to unbuckle his pants.

He stood up and let his pants fall down around his ankles. Helena had expected to see a tiny little penis from what her guardian had told her, and she was pleasantly surprised to discover that even if Rolph didn't have the humongous organ her guardian possessed, he was both long enough and thick enough. It stood erectly out from under his slightly swollen belly, a belly not quite as heavy as Ed Warner's.

Gripping her by her smoothly sloping shoulders, he bent forward and hungrily kissed Helena on the lips. He kissed them again and again, then said, "Would I be asking too much to want to feel those sweet lips of yours around my cock, first?"

"My pleasure," she assured him, and she fell to her knees in front of his standing form, her mouth hovering directly in front of his shuddering penile point, a point that was a brilliant red and covered with oils emitted from the sightless eye in its center.

"It's beautiful," she said to Rolph, as if reassuring him as to the size and shape of his throbbing cock.

"It's a little on the small side," he shrugged. "But it's all I have. What else can I do, under the circumstances."

"It's just right," she assured him. "Any bigger would choke the hell out of me."

She found herself trembling with desire, her mouth watering as his fingers interlaced themselves in her hair and slowly brought her face forward. The pressure made her hair fall loose and tumble about her shoulders. There was an arousal in Helena, a passion because of the sight of the penis, and looking hungrily at it, she realized that although all penises tasted delicious, each had its own distinct flavor. She remembered what her uncle's had tasted like, as well as that of Ed Warner, and the idea of sucking this one into her mouth lasciviously fascinated her, because she knew once she had a mouthful of cock, she was the one who controlled everything. She even imagined herself tasting his hot sperm, drinking it all the way into her belly.

Her staring amber eyes grew wide with desire as she carefully took in the details of his blue-veined stiffness. Hard, filled with pulsing blood, the sight of it made her mouth water. Unconsciously she slowly ran her tongue over her wetly parted thin lips. God! That little opening in the center of the hardened rubbery head of flesh seemed more dilated than any she had previously seen, and there was a tin drop of clear seminal oil shining just inside the eyelike opening. Timidly, she reached out and encircled the throbbing organ with her stroking hand, her long, slender fingers twining themselves around it. She gripped it tightly and ran her encompassing fingers over its adequately pulsating length. As a result, it swelled up all the more as her hand reached its somewhat wider base.

Her stare took it all in - the wiry pubic hairs of brown matching the straight hair on his head, the extended, wrinkled sac containing his heavy, sperm-bloated testicles, the tiny thin veins and arteries pulsing with each beat of his heart, keeping rhythm with the twitching in the urethra in the underside of his weighty phallus.

Leaning forward slowly, until her saliva-moistened, slightly parted lips were but an inch from the rounded tip, she blew warm air all over it. Then, with a low ecstatic groan of total repute coming from her throat, she speared her pink tongue out tentatively to taste and lick the thin droplet of seminal oil.

Her senses were instantly aroused at the heatedly pungent flavor, and her tongue thrilled to the rubbery texture of his phallic tip, all so wonderfully desirable. She bent of her own accord to this wonderful task. Her insides were churning all over again as she found herself transformed into a hungry, cock-eating tigress. Passionate need for the prick consumed her. She found herself aching to have him spurt into her mouth, to pump his burning load of masculine sperm into her welcoming belly, knowing the experience would enthrall her all the more.

"Hey, you really know how to use that tongue," Rolph compliments. "Now let's see if you suck as well as you lick."

She looked up at the white-fleshed man, through the mat of furry coating on his chest and saw his face looking down at her. He was anxious to watch the way she sucked his cock, which suited her since she was convinced she was as good as the best of them, by now. She lapped her tantalizing little pink tongue around the thickly pulsating head one more time, then pulled back slightly, making an oval of her lovely lips. Now she moved her face forward one more time, kissing the lust-bloated tip once more, gradually widening the 0 and taking the organ into her rapidly salivating mouth.

"Ohhhhh... hhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh... Goddddd uhhhhh hhhhh!" Rolph gasped. "Suck it like that, just like that!"

He arched his hips forward until the entire pulsating head of his excitedly shuddering penis was embedded into the soft wetness of her oral cavern.

Her teeth nibbled ever-so-lightly on the smoothness of the spongy headflesh, her tongue twirling rapidly as she widened her mouth to accept even more of the man's throbbing shaft inside.

Secretly, Helena wished the cock was longer and thicker, but she knew better than to let him realize what was in Her mind. As he had said, this was all he had, so this was what she had to make do with.

Excitedly aroused by the taste of him, she began rhythmically bobbing her head back and forth, each stroke of her tightly compressed lips moving further along the length of the rock-solid shaft. The huge, desire-swollen head of his penis alternately touched the back of her mouth - it was long enough to reach there - then tugged her wetly clinging lips outward on the backstroke. She hollowed her cheeks and made her mouth that much narrower to create the .impression his cock was thicker than it was. God! She wanted more, more... she wanted it jamming itself into her gullet and strangling her as Desmond's cock had done.

She sucked and orally stroked the penis licentiously, her tongue caressing the underside as if teasingly inviting it into her belly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rolph gasped. "That's the way! Suck it into your belly, just like that!" he groaned as he stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her cheeks hollowing and bloating each time his cock stroked itself back in her mouth. Rolph had to admit, he had been expecting some kind of sexual entertainment from Desmond Stone, but he hadn't expected the man's ward, nor had he expected her to be so adept at this.

The kneeling young beauty continued to orally work at a furious pace, her totally naked vagina now moistly steaming with desire as she continued hungrily sucking on the older man's hot, shuddering prick. She gripped the base of his nice, solid shaft with her left hand while sliding her right hand between his heavy masculine thighs. Yes, sex had become a definite part of her life, and no matter how much she had of it, she wanted more. She knew now, life with Desmond would never be boring. She had to put up with his supercilious attitude, and she knew there would be times when she would hate his indifference, but being a sex slave to Desmond was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.

After squeezing his balls a few times, she let her hand drop between her own thighs, unable to stop herself from fingering her cunt. She was sexually wide awake, unable to stop herself as she continually taunted her own clitoris. She ached for a clitoral orgasm as much as she did for an oral climax, which she knew she would receive long before this man fired his load down her throat. She had, in fact, experienced two minor climaxes already.

Desmond had taught her well. His abruptness, his insistence on total obedience, had brought her quickly to understand how sexual a person she was.

Now the subserviently kneeling girl's mouth began going into overdrive, working faster and harder, a beautiful machine that orally tugged on the throbbing length of hardened flesh. Her head constantly bobbed back and forth as tiny beads of perspiration covered her lovely forehead. Her rippling belly felt intense passion charge through her as yet another climax overwhelmed her. Forgotten was her innocent past, forgotten was the foolish way she had behaved, taking advantage of Desmond's wealth. She would do anything and everything he wanted from now on, because to do so meant pleasure. She would never, but never hesitate to do anything he wanted her to do, again.

All that mattered at the moment was total sexual fulfillment. She had discovered there was no shame in attaining a climax as long as she didn't hurt anyone in the process. If she, herself, was mildly hurt, it didn't much matter since the pain would always fade away and its place would be taken by unbelievable rapture. She understood her needs as well as Desmond did. She had a sensual appetite that increased, rather than diminished with the passage of time. Sex was the single most wonderful thing in the world.

Her wildly palpitating cunt was aflame with lust right now, and in order to satisfy herself, she stopped manipulating her taut little clitoris in order to drive the full length of her slender middle finger into the tightly sodden channel of her thrillingly aroused vagina. Not once did she slow or stop the pulsating rhythm of her mouth as it continued to suck the man's throbbing cock. Her finger parted her wet, hair-lined feminine slash, and her curving finger licentiously slid between the tantalized labia. She inserted her finger as deep as possible, then moved it in and out rapidly, keeping perfect time with the way she was sucking Rolph's cock. Rolph kept time with her, moving his hips back and forth, enjoying the way his penis fitted so tightly between her pulling lips.

Helena sucked uncontrollably, biting as she bobbed her lovely head back and forth, pulling on the stiff penis while she angled her hips so she was able to further finger herself, jamming her outstretched middle finger into the tunnel of her wetly flaming pussy. She was going to have a vaginal climax, shortly.

"Ummmmmm!" she gasped, her deep moan echoing from somewhere in the tightness of her muffled throat as her entire naked self was launched toward another orgasm. She continued driving her finger in and out of her soddenly clasping void, her belly tightening with lust as the explosive climax blasted through her. Her lips clamped all the more solidly around the pulsating cock, and as a result, the sound of her orgasm filled her throat and was swallowed into her belly. Every nerve and fiber of her sexually aroused self was overly sensitive to the overpowering sensations continually tearing and ripping through her. It was an uncontrollable, screamingly volcanic eruption that made her shudder from her scalp to her toes. The orgasm was mind-blowing, and she had induced it herself, with her own fingers, although she had to admit that sucking on the man's cock had certainly enhanced things tremendously.

Rolph was aware of her climax and it thrilled him to know that her sucking his prick was enabling her to come, so. He was also aware of her fingers grinding ever deeper into her cuntal tunnel, and the sight was so arousing, he shoved his cock all the way down her gullet, his asscheeks tightening, as he came.

"YYYYY AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG... HHHHH AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG... HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH!" he bellowed, and fired jet stream after jet stream of sperm down Helena's gullet. She swallowed anxiously, drinking it all, wanting more.

Afterward, she licked his prick clean, noting that it shriveled until it all but disappeared against his body. God! But it had been one helluva climax.

"Now," she said, taking her mouth from his cock, "suppose we have dinner, and afterward, when you're refreshed, you can fuck me."

"Me and Desmond," Rolph nodded.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Helena merely put a robe on, giving one of Desmond's to Rolph. The two of them went down to the dining room, where the food was ready and waiting, as was Desmond.

"Well," Desmond asked, smiling, "are the two of you enjoying yourselves?"

"Very much" Rolph admitted. "By the way, I took the liberty of signing those contracts before I came over here, and I put them in the mail. They'll be in your office, Monday morning."

"Excellent," Desmond nodded. "I think we should devote ourselves to the culinary expertise of my chef, after which we can gratify our hedonistic desires, as well."

Rolph smiled and proved he was no slouch when it came to eating. Helena watched him put away two helpings of everything. Desmond also ate, but not nearly as much. Her own appetite, she discovered, was extremely sharp, and she ravenously put away whatever was in front of her.

Afterward, they relaxed over coffee, and she knew Desmond was giving Rolph time to build up his strength again. The two men smoked cigars, and Rolph unashamedly said, "You have quite a ward there, Desmond. May I suggest that this time you go first with her, and I'll join in when I feel fully recovered."

"As you wish," Desmond nodded, and he looked at Helena with a jerk of his head, telling her to go upstairs.

She hurried upstairs and went to the bedroom where she had sucked Rolph's cock, Desmond's bedroom. There, she undressed and waited. Desmond came up and began undressing, too. He smiled at her and said, "After tonight, I have another surprise for you, Helena."


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Lowering her eyes to the man's thickly rigid cock, noting he was already aroused just by looking at her, Helena smiled to herself. Desmond loved her, and though he had fought himself in admitting it, his body was revealing it to her. She was glad because she loved him, too. She loved him more than she would ever love any handsome young Greek god.

"Desmond, will you shut up and fuck me!" was all she said.

The man grinned at his ward, enjoying the fact that for the first time she was showing some initiative. She was a shamelessly aroused wanton, and he was totally responsible for her condition. He watched as she went to the bed and lay down, wriggling her buttocks and shamelessly squirming in invitation to him. He kneed his way onto the bed, moving between her widespread thighs until the blunt and gleaming head of his probing cock, stiff and pulsating as it was, pressed itself against the soft folds of her anxious vagina. He was in a hurry now, because he was not only anxious for her, but it was time for her final lesson. If she managed to come through this last ordeal as he was certain she would, then all the dreams he'd had for her mother would come true with her, even if it was eighteen years later.

Frantically reaching forward, her small breasts shaking slightly with desire, Helena's clutching hand tightly gripped the rigidly pulsating shaft in her squeezing hand while her other hand parted the wetly swollen lips of her passion-inflamed cunt, as if trying to clear the way for the entrance of his thrusting cock. Grinning, Desmond pushed his hips forward and stared, all but hypnotized as his massively thick, tan cock thrust itself slowly into the narrow interstice, driving itself deeper and deeper into her heatedly pulsating flesh. There was no stopping, nothing in his way, and in a single heated surge, he buried the full length of his long, hard shaft inside the tunnel he had come to love. Her rippling cuntal walls surged wantonly around his cock, swallowing it up and lovingly massaging it, milking it instantly.

"Aaaannhhhh!" Helena gasped, feeling every sensuous ridge of the phallus as it throbbingly thrust its way deeper inside her, filling her nearly to the bursting point as she had been aching to be filled. God! This was what she wanted; what she always longed for. Much as she enjoyed fucking with other men, she loved it with Desmond even more. He had been first, and he was still best. She angled her hips impatiently upward, forcing her legs even wider apart in a lust-starved effort to take even more of him inside her narrow feminine corridor.

"Yesss!" he gasped.

"Harderrr... fasterrr..." she grunted.

But Desmond was in no hurry. He rolled his hips slowly, teasing her lovely body into even greater arousal. Anguished lust for him filled her. She bumped and ground her buttocks against the mattress as she rubbed her excited pussy around the length of his fleshy rail, moving like a lust-crazed animal instead of a sane human being. Desmond merely smiled and kept on pushing, shoving his throbbing cock deeper and harder into her, flexing his thickly swollen penile head against the softness of her backwall. He moved slow and easy, knowing the time was just about ripe for her final lesson.

The bedroom door opened and Rolph came walking in. He had dropped his robe in the hall, and he was totally naked. As he approached the bed, Helena wondered just what it was the man intended doing. Though she and Pia Silver had worked on Ed Warner together, she had no idea how two men would be able to work on her at the same time. But the hungry look in Rolph's eyes told her he knew what he was going to do. At first she thought he might want her to suck him while Desmond was fucking her. It seemed the natural thing.

"Shall I blow him?" she asked Desmond.

"Don't be ridiculous," Desmond smiled, his face directly above hers. "We have something else in mind, and besides, I want to be kissing that sweet mouth of yours."

"I don't understand," she insisted.

"You will," Desmond told her, and he suddenly did a complete hundred-and-eighty degree roll, taking her with him, keeping her impaled on the full length of his cock.

She was locked against Desmond's strong body, his strong arms holding her tightly against his chest, and her legs were forced even wider apart by her guardian's knees as she sat on his cock. This was another position that was new to her. She had never been on top before. Her nakedly uplifted buttocks were clearly visible and open to Rolph, who was standing behind her.

"You still have a virgin asshole," he explained to her. "We have to change that, honey."

"I'll do it quick," Rolph told her before her mind was able to assimilate everything and understand what was happening.

Rolph was already on the bed, kneeling behind her. His hands touched the smoothness of her back, and she quivered.

In her utterly aroused state, Helena was at the point where she was willing to try anything. She still didn't understand what Rolph was going to do, but she was aroused and eager for anything and everything.

"Pull your asscheeks open for him," Desmond ordered.

She leaned down on Desmond and reached behind her with her hands, tugging her buttocks apart, exposing the pucker of her little anal opening. Her guardian's cock was plunged to its full length inside her cuntal scabbard, and she was grunting, aching to feel even more of it, wanting him to fuck her even harder.

She gasped when she felt Rolph's outstretched finger probing against the tiny rubbery doughnut of her asshole. This was precisely what had happened with Michael Glenn, and she was hoping for something a little different. But she relaxed, refusing to fight the finger, and the digit slid easily into her, moving around inside.

"Aaaannggghhhh!" she gasped as the finger buried itself to its full extent in the narrow clutch of her rectal cavity.

He moved it back and forth, and she had to admit there was a certain discomfort in the beginning because his finger had been dry. But as it rubbed inside her, massaging her cuntal walls against the cock they surrounded, delight intensified in her, and her rectal opening began widening. Pleasure filled her two openings.

Delight so overwhelmed her shameless young body, she found herself fucking back and forth on the two instruments in her body, frantic with the need for both of them. It was almost like a cock... that finger.

As if reading her mind, Rolph pulled his finger from her asshole, and using his thumbs, tugged her cheeks even wider apart. Then Helena felt' a tremendously overpowering stretching pressure against her rear-end and her asscheeks trembled.

"Owwwww... Goddd... Desmond... it hurrrrrttttssss..." she screamed out loud, but she was so aroused, in her uncontrollable lusting desire she pushed back against the heated stiffness of Rolph's throbbing cock, anyway.

She remembered now that he didn't have an exceptionally thick penis, and for that much she was grateful. A thicker cock might have torn some membranes in her rectum, especially since the cock in her cunt made her rectal passageway even narrower.

Rolph gripped her slender, bent-forward shoulders as he shoved solidly forward, his lusty, throbbing cock stiff and anxious to enter her virginal rectum. For an instant, her defensively closing anal sphincter closed and resisted, but the man slammed forward with all his strength, and the thick head of his lust-swollen penis suddenly popped just inside her anal ring, the corona swallowed up.

Helena found her asshole stretched unbelievably wide, and she began to wonder if she was able to handle two cocks, after all. But Rolph was determined to go deeper, and he shoved hard, slowly worming his burningly heated phallus deeper, deeper, deeper, until he had the entire breadth pushed as far into her asshole as it would go.

"Gggghhaanngg hh... uuuunn nnnngggg hhhh .. aaaa nnnnnngggg gghh!" Helena gasped, crying out in agony again and again as she felt searing pain charge through her frantically wriggling body.

The heated length of the organ bored into the narrow tightness of her vainly resisting rectum, moving like a red-hot poker. He kept it lodged in there without moving it for what seemed like forever, and Helena realized, an eternity later, that her rectum was indeed stretching and able to contain the penis. Helpless whimperings of horror turned to abandoned sobs of rapture as she slowly became aware of the delightful feeling of the two hard cocks jerking and throbbing in the depths of her twin tunnels.

She groaned with ecstasy as the two men began rapidly thrusting back and forth, skewering her like a rag doll between them, their rapidly pistoning shafts separated solely by a thin membrane separating the two passages. They fucked her simultaneously, their timing somehow in conjunction with one another, one cock all the way in, while the other all the way back so that only the bloated tip remained inside her. A moment later the positions were reversed. Rolph's cock was held tight by her sphincter each time he pulled the organ back, and Desmond's cock was gripped by the insatiably hungry vulval opening each time he yanked his cock back. Then the two of them rammed forward in unison, driving all the way into her, their heatedly lunging shafts moving along almost parallel channels in her vaginal and rectal self.

"Uuuunnhh... Goddd... ohhhhhhh... fuck me-eeee... fuck meee fuck me harrrderrr... morre. I want to be fucked... fucked... fucked..." Helena gasped as she writhed between them.

They did precisely as she requested, fucking her harder, giving her more cock than she had ever handled before, turning her shamelessly aroused body into a raging torrent of magnificent burning flame. The two men repeatedly pounded against her wetly widespread loins, each into his separate, tantalizing orifice, the both of them working together in perfect harmony, sadistically arousing her to greater heights of sexual desire. Helena didn't want the ravishment to end... not ever. She adored it.

Helena shuddered and moaned aloud, feeling the mounting heated spasms in her belly swelling to greater and greater shuddering intensity. Never, but never had anything ever felt so delightfully wonderful to her. It was magnificent to have two men fucking her naked body with their massively thick phalluses, filling her helpless loins with their lust-stiffened flesh.

"Desmond..." she gasped, looking at her guardian. "I... don't care what you... uhhh... do to me... aaanhhh... or how you abuse me... ooohhh... I love you!"

"Yes, and I love you... uuunnnhh... Helena. You're... aaanhh... not just a substitute for your... ohh - motherrrrr... hh aaaanhh I love you for yourselfff..." As her body began its journey, heading for a wonderful orgiastic oblivions, Helena realized all that Desmond had done he had done to make a better person of her. Unlike other men, though he regarded her as his, he didn't selfishly keep her locked away from other men. Yes, he had used her, giving her the opportunity to discover what it was like to be with other men. Through it all, she realized she wanted to be with Desmond more than with any of the others. But if she ever had the desire for others, she knew Desmond would provide them.

"Aaaanhhh... fuck me... fuck me... don't stop... don't ever stop..." she gasped. "God! It all feels so wonderful... being fucked in my cunt and in my asshole. I love it... I love it... aaahhh..." The sensations were so powerful she was no longer able to mentally measure how good it all felt. Tears of sensual joy poured down her lovely cheeks as her buttocks moved up and down to the rhythm of the two cocks continually fucking her. God! She wanted it to last forever. But she knew it wouldn't. Still, there would be other times, all of them with Desmond from now on, and, if he so chose, with other men, or women, as well.

The room was starting to spin around her, as if she were in the middle of a fast-moving carousel. The ever-mounting delight was fast becoming too much for her to handle. Something paroxysmic had to take place, and in a hurry, or she would simply explode. God! She was going to hit the top, and it was going to be an unparalleled orgasm, one the like of which she had never known, if only because she knew the cock in her rectum was helping to bring her satisfaction to fruition. Her brain was quaking, and the whole world was spinning insanely as tremendously overpowering sensations took hold of her, ready to burst inside her.

"NO WWW! NO WWW! AAANNHHHHHH HH... I'MMMMM IIIINN NNNNGGGG GGGG," she shrieked. "FILLL MEEEEE... FILLLLLL MEEE-EEEE..." At that moment Rolph clutched her shoulders and slammed his hotly spewing cock all the way into her rectum while Desmond's hands clamped around her face and pulled her mouth to his as he emptied his penis into her vaginal sheath. Hot splashes of seminal fluid filled her in back and in front, and she quivered with delight at feeling it all flood through her.

This was heaven! This was paradise! This was what life was all about. Helena never wanted to leave this kind of life, and knowing she was sharing it with a man who finally admitted he loved her made it all the better.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It was a simple wedding ceremony, performed by a Justice of the Peace. Helena was married to Desmond, and she would stay married to him the rest of her life. She told him she didn't give a damn about his money and as far as she was concerned he could leave it to whomever else he chose. All she wanted was to live with him, love him, and adore him. She was still his slave, but now a totally willing slave. She cooked his meals in spite of the fact that there was a chef in the house. She oversaw his clothing, what went to and came from the laundry, and she watched over him as carefully as an eagle would look after its young.

For a while, she stopped sleeping with other men, giving her cunt, or for that matter any other part of her body to her husband, and fourteen months later, she gave birth to her first child, a son. She eventually gave birth to two more sons, and then had a tubal ligation.

Desmond lavished love on her, yet at her request he also allowed her to convince uncertain male customers to come into line when it came to business dealings. Any other man would have hated her for it, but Desmond loved her for it, and so she loved him even more.

Helena realized that compared to other women, she was no slave. Many a married woman with the right to walk out on her husband was tied to him, either because of poverty or because of children, or for any of a number of reasons. But she wasn't tied down any longer. Nor was she forced to remain faithful. It was this fact that Desmond never imposed fidelity on her that kept her from ever sleeping with any man Desmond didn't ask her to sleep with. Granted there were times when she saw a man she would have liked to fuck, and if Desmond was aware of it, he usually brought the man into the house, and, after determining there was nothing physically wrong with him, he let Helena ball the hell out of him.

Had anyone been aware of the bizarre way they conducted themselves, the outsiders would have been shocked. But Helena didn't give a damn about what outsiders thought. All she knew was, she had a good life, and she intended holding onto it.


The End
