Chris didn't
turn up at ten, which surprised me as I'd expected him to
tentatively question me during the sitting, probe me about my
sister and my past. I was somewhat disappointed as I'd planned my
lies, prepared to spin an intricate web of deceit. But I'd see him
that evening; Suzie would see him that evening.
Dressed as
Helen in my white silk blouse and knee-length skirt, I drove into
town, my wicked plan formulating beautifully. Should I have my
clitoris pierced? No, not yet, I'd abuse my body stage by stage -
shaved cunt lips, pierced nipples... My trip taking far less time
than I'd imagined, I returned home and slipped into the bathroom,
grinning as I lifted my skirt.
I loved my
body, my cunt, I mused, running a finger up and down my moist
vaginal valley. It's strange how I'd once thought I'd desecrated my
temple, and now the very thought of abusing my femininity aroused
me, excited me. Pierced nipples, shaved cunny lips and sex mound,
and now...
The small red
rose adorning my milk-white flesh just above my pink sex slit
looked wonderful, tarty. That would shock Tony! I mused, standing
before the mirror, admiring my hairless sex lips, the colourful
rose. Perhaps I should have had roses climbing up my outer lips? Or
small doves decorating my firm breasts?
Bounding downstairs to the kitchen, I wondered what to do. As
usual, Gary was playing on my mind - tormenting me. What with him
knowing about Stephen Giles, and having photographs of me, he was
going to present quite a problem. I needed something on him, but
what? Had he been married, I could have easily caused him untold
trouble. But I'd discover something about him, dig some dirt up and
have
him
over a
barrel. The tables always turn!
Walking
through the hall to answer the front door, I gasped - there was an
erect penis sticking through the letterbox! This time, I'd have the
bloody postman! I decided, dashing back to the kitchen and grabbing
a ball of string from the drawer. Returning to the front door as
the bell rang again; I knelt down and gently rolled his foreskin
back and forth over his swollen plumb. My need for sperm was
beginning to rise, but my plan to expose the vile postman wouldn't
work if I sucked him off. I'd take my fix later, from David,
perhaps.
His shaft
twitching, his knob swelling, he obviously didn't realize what I
was doing as I tied the string tightly around his veined shaft. He
tried to withdraw, to retrieve his cock as I pulled the string
tight and wound it around the door knob. I'd hooked the bastard;
there was no way he could escape! It would have served him right if
I'd left him there for the rest of the day, but I decided against
it.
"My God!" I
cried, walking around the side of the house to the front garden.
"It's you!"
"Ah... er, Mrs
Hunter!" he gasped, his face reddening in his shame and
embarrassment as he tried to pull his cock out of the
letterbox.
"What do you
think you're doing?"
"I thought
you'd like..."
"Like what?
Are you completely mad?"
"Well, the
last time I did this..."
"You've done
this before?" I asked, feigning surprise as I held my hand to my
mouth.
"Well,
yes."
"When was
this?"
"Three days
ago, on Tuesday. I thought you..."
"It's just as
well that I was in London all day Tuesday!"
"You weren't
here?"
"No, thank
God!"
"Then who...
who was in your house?"
"An
electrician, he was here all day working in my studio."
"He?"
"Yes,
he
."
"But... I'd
heard that you're addicted to sperm and I thought..."
"What?
Addicted to sperm? That's ludicrous! Who told you that?"
"A young man,
he does some gardening, I believe. I thought that you..."
"Right, I'm
going to call the police!"
"Please, no!
Look, er..."
"I'm sorry,
but I'm not putting up with this disgusting behaviour!"
"Please, I'll
lose my job, and my wife!"
"And so you
should, you pervert! You stole my photographs and painting, didn't
you?"
"Yes, I... I
had a letter for you and... As you know, the letterbox jams
sometimes. I went round the back of the house to find you. I didn't
intend to steal anything."
"You snooped
around and stole my things, and then tried to blackmail me!"
"I was going
to keep the pictures, not blackmail you. I had some debts piling
up, so I thought I'd..."
"You thought
you'd use my money! You are a bastard!"
"Please, you
must let me go!"
"I'll have to
think about it," I replied, turning away. "Never have I known such
a wicked pervert! I might call your wife, tell her to come here and
see what sort of man she's married to. Anyway, the letterbox has
really got you in a jam this time!"
Leaving the
postman begging for his freedom, I walked round the side of the
house and ordered David to go and sit in the field for a while.
"Why?" he asked, confusion in his deep-set eyes.
"Just do it!"
I snapped. Frowning, he dropped his spade and slipped though the
hedge. David was a bastard, telling everyone about my addiction.
I'd deal with him later, I decided, entering the kitchen.
Leaving the
postman to sweat for a while, I rang Gary. He chuckled, delighting
in my plight as I begged him to stop telling Tony things about me,
about my sordid past. I had to discover how he knew about Stephen
Giles, and I thought that the best way was to have him believe that
I was guilty on all counts.
"OK," I said.
"So I have a child from a previous relationship."
"I know you
have!" he returned triumphantly. "And a sister, and you were banged
up for shop lifting, and you were into making dirty videos, and
you..."
"All right,
Gary, you win."
"I always
win!"
"Look, I don't
want you telling Tony anything else. Christ knows, you've said more
than enough as it is!"
"At last, I've
got you, Helen!" he laughed. "Right, I'll say nothing else to Tony
on the condition that you do anything as I ask, when I ask,
OK?"
"Yes, yes
OK."
"And I mean
anything
, Helen."
"Yes, yes all
right! How do you know about Stephen Giles?"
"I told you,
Jackie mentioned it to me."
"No, she
didn't. She's not been around..."
"Actually, I
called round and saw a car in your drive. I thought you might have
a visitor so, instead of ringing the bell, I peered through the
lounge window. It was quite an interesting sight, I can tell you!
It was easy enough to discover who the man was, he'd left his car
unlocked with papers strewn everywhere. I've been keeping this up
my sleeve, it's my trump card, so to speak."
We all have trump cards
! "As I said,
you win. Look, I'm in a right mess with Tony. After all you've told
him, he's coming home to sort it all out. What am I going to
say?"
"That's your
problem."
"And yours! I
told Tony that you denied meeting my sister, that you'd lied about
it."
"Quiet a
predicament! Should he ask me again, obviously, I'll have to tell
him the truth - that I met your sister at your house. You'd better
put your thinking cap on, young lady."
"You're a
bastard, you really are!"
"That's true,
and you're a slut. As you let my guests down last night, I want you
to come over now."
"I can't come
now!"
"You'll be
here within half an hour otherwise I'll..."
"All right,
Gary!"
"Good. My
guests are still here, they spent the night. We have something
really perverted planned for you - something really perverted! Be
here within half an hour - or else!"
Banging the
phone down, the front doorbell ringing incessantly, driving me
crazy, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and walked
through the hall, wondering how to deal with Gary. The postman's
limp dick looked like a wriggling slug as he tried to escape!
Cutting the string, I watched the sad organ withdraw and disappear.
He wouldn't slip his cock through the letterbox again, that was for
sure! But I hadn't finished with him; I wasn't going to let him off
the hook that lightly!
Back in the
kitchen, I opened the back door and called David. He emerged from
the hedge and walked to the house, asking me what was going on, why
I'd banished him to the field.
"There was
something awful in the hall that I didn't want you to see," I said
mysteriously. "Gary's house backs onto the field, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I
suppose it does."
"Good, you'll
be doing as little breaking and entering later."
"Breaking and
entering?"
"Yes, later
today - this evening. OK, get on with the garden."
"Helen, what's
going on?" he asked, his deep-set eyes frowning.
"You'll find
out soon enough."
"I need some
money."
"Don't we
all!"
"For the
garden, the pond liner, water pump, fountain, rocks, conifers...
I've ticked everything I need," he said, pulling a crumpled
catalogue from his pocket.
"Get on the
phone and order whatever you need," I smiled, wondering what Tony
would think of the garden as I took my credit card from my bag.
"There, use that - and don't go wild. By the way, I know that you
told the postman about my addiction."
"I... I
didn't."
"I'll get even
with you for that!" I spat, walking through the hall.
I walked down
the lane to Gary's house, determined to get even with him. I swore
to get even with everyone! But with the evidence Gary had of my
debauchery, I realized that he'd be a perpetual problem,
threatening me, using and abusing me... I had to get my hands on
the photographs!
David had
treated me badly, wasting his sperm when he knew how desperate I
was for a fix and then telling the postman about me. Alan had
initially treated me abysmally, blackmailing me, abusing me, using
me. Gary had treated me like an animal, worse than an animal!
They'd pay, they'd all pay dearly!
"Ah, the whore
has arrived!" Gary grinned as he opened the door. "Desperate for
sperm, are you?"
"No, I'm not!"
I snapped, I lied, stepping into the hall. "And I am not a bloody
whore!"
"Whore or not,
you'll behave like one. OK, to my sex room!"
Tentatively
walking into the prison cell, I gazed in horror at two naked women
standing by the table. In their early twenties, they had slim,
curvaceous bodies, full rounded breasts and thick growths of blonde
pubic hair. Were they twins? With long blonde hair, sea-blue eyes
and succulent red lips made for sex, they were extremely
attractive, and I wondered where Gary had found such beautiful
women. High class prostitutes, more than likely!
What was this
to be? I pondered as they walked towards me, the arousing fragrance
of their perfume filling my nostrils as they began to remove my
clothes. A lesbian sex show for Gary?
"OK, these are
the photographs I took," Gary said, taking the prints from the
table as the women tugged my skirt down, exposing my hairless sex
lips. "As you can see, they clearly show your face so there's no
question of identity. The idea of this morning's little sex session
is to take more photographs. By the way, you might be interested to
look at these," he smiled, taking another pile of prints from the
table. "They're not very good, but I think you'll agree that they
clearly show you and Stephen Giles in what you might call a
compromising position."
Gazing at the
pictures as my blouse was removed by one of the blondes; I couldn't
believe how I'd failed so miserably. I'd been on top, always one
jump ahead in the game, but now? Stephen's spunk jetting from his
knob as he cleavage-fucked me, the white liquid splattering my
face, there was no question of identity at all! Another shot showed
me gobbling Stephen's purple plum, pure sexual satisfaction
depicted in my wide eyes as I drank from his orgasming
fountainhead.
"Incriminating
enough?" Gary asked, placing the prints on the windowsill as I
stood naked before my audience. "More than enough evidence for any
divorce court!"
"So why do you
want more photographs?" I asked as the women sucked my nipples into
their hot mouths, pulling on my gold rings with their teeth. I
sensed my milk teats stiffen in my lesbian arousal.
"I've made
dozens of copies, Helen, I'm going to sell them."
"I didn't
think you were short of money."
"I'm not, but
I might as well make some more. They'll fetch a good price. OK,
girls, you know what to do to our guest - to our victim."
As Gary took
his camera from a shelf, the women grabbed my arms and forced me to
lie on the table on my back. Cuffing my wrists and ankles to steel
rings screwed into the corners of the table, they stood back and
gazed at my defenceless body, my shaved cunt lips, my open sex
crack.
Looking up at
the ceiling as female fingers explored between my thighs, I
realized with horror that Gary had made another addition to his
torture chamber. A chain hanging ominously from a large pulley, I
wondered what horrendous plans Gary had for me, what inhumane
sexual torture I was to endure. I should never have returned!
Taking a long
leather belt, one of the women ran it beneath my naked body, fixing
the rings at the ends of the belt to the chain. Pulling on the
other end of the chain, she hauled my body up, my buttocks leaving
the table, my back arching, my sex mound rising, my cunt blatantly
exposed - my very femininity on offer to my abusers.
"Right!" Gary
grinned, taking the chain and securing the end to a steel ring set
in the wall. "We'll start off by taking a few gynaecological shots,
making sure that your pretty face is clearly..." His words tailed
off as he noticed the small red rose just above my sex crack. "Oh,
that's nice! When did you have that done?"