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Double Life

By: dress_in_less



For years I had fantasized about living a double life.

There is the "reality" me, Linda. I have a good job, a loving partner and many friends, who could ask for more.

Then there is the "fantasy" me, Sally. Sexy, sluty, sleazy, loves dressing provocatively, flirting, teasing and flaunting it when ever I can.

5'2" tall, blue eyes, long brown hair, and a nice 34c 25 36 105 pounds

After the falling apart of my relationship about 12 months ago, I struggled to keep it together mentally, I found I was unhappy, at times depressed, quite often lonely to add to this, Sexual frustration made life very difficult, there was a building desire for sexual satisfaction. I found myself fantasizing more and more with each passing day, at times to the point of not being able to separate reality from fantasy.

This was the catalyst that lead me to begin living a double life. My fantasy life slowly moved to reality. 

At first I was very nervous about being Sally, I would dress up in sexy but not too revealing, outfits and go out at night, clubbing, bars, walking the streets, but I was still Linda trying to be what Sally is. I had to let go of Linda to allow Sally to come out of the closet.

It took a couple of months but eventually I was able to switch off Linda and switch on Sally.

Last weekend was Sally's debut. She was getting ready to go out on the town. She had bought a new dress and new shoes, the dress was blue in colour, short halter neck, low plunging neck line, backless, with a waist high split on each sides. A nice matching choker and 5" heels completed the look. Underneath her dress was nothing but a hungry body in desperate need of sexual satisfaction, one look in the mirror and she knew she was ready. 

She had been drinking on and off, for most of the day leading up to the evening, the perfect mood enhancer.

She left around 8 pm that night and wondered off towards the train station which was about 20 minutes walk from her apartment. The night air was warm and inviting, enhancing her already heightened state of arousal. The walk to the station took her through the parklands, a place that was used in many of her fantasies.

She had a very sexy, confident walk about her, long slow strides flicking her hair back as she went. She became aware of others in the park, couples enjoying each other's company, people out walking their dogs and so on. 

As she approached the station, this guy came up to her and asked for direction to a local club, Sally had no idea where this club was, she said sorry and walked off. She soon became aware this guy was following some distance behind her. By the time she got to the station, this guy was nowhere to be seen. 

The train ride was short; she only needed to go a couple of stops down the track.

Exiting the station, she took the underground walk way that lead to an ally near the main street, where most of the nightlife was. She heard some sounds behind her, like foot steps, she turned, looked and saw the silhouette of a guy slowly walking towards her, she stood and looked for a while, then reached into her bag and pulled out a cigarette, as this guy got close, she asked him for a light which he obliged with. Some small talk followed, Sally could tell where this encounter was going. A conversation started about where she was going, why a pretty girl like her was alone and so forth. It wasn't long before this guy commented about the way she was dressed. The slut in Sally took over, she asked if he liked what he saw, he looked her up and down and nodded his head with approval. He moved closer to her, took the cigarette out of her hand and tossed it away; he then placed his hand around her waist and pulled her up against him. Soon there lips were locked and tongues were thrusting deep into each other's mouth. She was aroused to a point she had never experienced before, his hand found its way up her dress and between her legs where he began sliding his fingers in and out of very wet pussy. Sally couldn't take much more of this, she wanted him to do her, she reach into her hand bag took out condom, undid his pants and pulled out his huge throbbing cock, her lusting for him was just too much, she slipped on the condom, then told him to take her from behind. He pushed her against the wall, turned her around facing it, spread her long legs, positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then with a hard thrust, pushed it into her and began pumping hard and fast, with every thrust Sally yelled out " fuck me, fuck me". It didn't take long before she went into the most amazing orgasm she has ever had, wave after wave of intense pleasure that seemed to go on forever, her legs felt like they were going to give way, He began to moan and told her he was going to explode, As he cum he pushed harder and harder into her, Sally let out a scream of pleasure and collapsed against the wall totally drained of energy.

After several minutes regaining there breath, the guy got up gave Sally a kiss and walk off the way he came. Sally took a few more minutes recouping then straightened her self up lite up a cigarette and continued on her way to the main street.

Double Life



Helen Fernley had kissed her husband as he left for work then she had dressed herself, sorted out the two girls and done the school run. At 26 years of age she had the perfect life as a regular churchgoer, wife and mother whose husband's earnings meant that she had no need to work. But something was missing.

Helen felt that she needed some excitement, some pazaz in her life and today she might be about to find that excitement. It had come to be a routine that every Wednesday Helen had lunch and perhaps a trip out with Maxie who had been her friend since school. Maxie was fun and she was single and she dared to talk about all sorts of forbidden things like humiliation, pain and punishment. Sometimes Maxie even had bruising around her wrists where she had been restrained. Maxie was connected with "The Scene" and Helen could not help asking her friend for more and more details which Maxie gave so sparingly that it was excruciatingly tantalising. Somehow Helen could not help imagining being subjected to rough sex. Her husband was a perfect gentleman and Helen would not want that to change. Her good, wholesome, gentle side could not bear the thought of violence or kinky sex intruding into their nice home but the dark, unbidden thoughts just would not go away.

That was what had led to this Wednesday morning. Maxie had said that she would bring The Inspector to see Helen and they would see how serious Helen was about what she thought that she wanted. She found that her mouth was dry as she stood behind the net curtains in the lounge waiting for Maxie to pull her car up onto the drive. Helen was dressed conservatively in a knee length cotton skirt of deep red and a pink blouse which did not button to the throat so it showed a V of white skin above the top button.

When Maxie pulled up and she and her passenger left the car Helen almost wanted to stop the experiment right then but she knew that she could not do that. The man was tall and heavily built; he had a thick black beard and tattoos on his arms which showed below his black T shirt. He wore blue jeans and cowboy boots and the T shirt was emblazoned with the legend "Sex Machine" across a garish picture of a woman's face with the mouth open in a scream.

Helen opened the door feeling foolish as she had no idea what she was supposed to say. Fortunately Maxie opened the proceedings as she dropped her small backpack on the floor.

"This is The Inspector, Helen. You need to do what he says and only speak when you are spoken to."

The demure housewife could see the man's eyes travelling up and down her body and now that he was inside the hallway she could smell his body odour. Without a word he stretched out his hand and felt her left breast. Helen froze at the sense of invasion and violation. Using the breast as a handle the man steered Helen into her own lounge and his other hand pressed down on the top of her head pushing her to her knees on the carpet. His hand now left her breast and began to roam freely over the smooth skin of her face as he spoke.

"Where are your personal papers Bitch?"

Helen made a puzzled little noise. This was not the question she expected and he was annoyed.

"Bank statements, credit card bills, letters. You don't get to keep ANY secrets. Savvy?"

"In, in the desk."

He grabbed the two sides of her blouse and wrenched them apart tearing the cotton and causing a button to pop off.

"In the desk Sir. You don't talk to me without saying Sir."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir." It was a whisper. She was on her knees with this man enjoying a view of her modest little white bra. Why was she not resisting? And yet he was towering over her and his force of presence seemed to bully her into total submission.

He made her tell him where to find the keys to the desk drawers then he grabbed a hank of her brunette hair and dragged her to her feet.

"Get naked Bitch."

It was as if her mind had short circuited and could not take in the instruction. She just stood with her fingers intertwined just below her waist. His hand moved like lightening and the slap to her cheek made her ears ring. It was all she could do to remain on her feet as she screamed in pain.

"This is the last time I repeat an instruction. Are you so fucking stupid that you didn't get what I said?"

Her eyes were watering as she pulled her ruined blouse from her shoulders and saw it fall to the lounge carpet then she reached behind and unfastened her skirt which fell around her ankles. She could not look at him as she removed her bra and exposed her 36C breasts to his lustful eyes. She kicked her skirt from her feet then kicked off the sensible, flat, black shoes.

How could she be doing this? And yet she was feeling so tight between her legs just as she had felt when Maxie had spoken of these things. Above all she must not chicken out. She was annoyed that she could feel herself blushing like a schoolgirl as she pulled off tights and panties in one movement then had that awkward, ungainly moment of pulling the fabric from first one foot and then the other. Her hands went together over her thick black fuzz and The Inspector nodded to Maxie who firmly gripped Helen's wrists and pulled them behind her back before releasing them for Helen to keep them in place.

"Your hands stay there." Maxie's command was gentle and firm at the same time.

The man began to stroke her pubic hair and then to caress between her legs before two fat, rough fingers began to intrude into her most private recess. Her nose was running and tears ran down her face as she looked over his shoulder at the photographs of her husband and two daughters on the mantleshelf. Her total embarrassment was almost a physical pain.

His fingers were frigging in and out now and she felt her legs becoming unsteady. He was grinning as he detected the change in her breathing and then, very quickly, came the uncontrollable groans from her throat. His efforts increased and she knew that she could not resist him; she was gasping and losing control.

"Max, open the windows. Let the neighbours hear a bitch on heat."

Maxie obeyed and Helen hoped against hope that her moans and barely suppressed howls were not loud enough to carry outside or that perhaps no-one would be in the road to hear. She could not keep her feet still and her fists were clenching behind her back. She knew that his hands were now soaked in her juices and she could hear the faint glooping sound as he continued to frig her. Suddenly he stopped leaving her with a pain at her groin where not just his fingers but his whole fist had withdrawn from her. He put his hand to her mouth and she obediently licked him clean. It was taking a very great effort not to fall to her knees but he wanted to move things along.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

She went first with The Inspector close behind and Maxie following. No-one spoke until they were standing on the sheepskin rug beside the marital bed.

"Is this where he fucks you?"

She hated the coarse language.

"Yes Sir."

"He ever fuck you downstairs?"

"We never felt the need."

He responded to her answer instantly with a punch to her belly. It was not hard but it was a shock and it was hard enough to wind her and cause her to double up and fall back against the bed. 

"YOU ANSWER YES OR NO AND YOU SAY SIR."

She stood more or less upright and whispered that her husband only fucked her in the bedroom.

The Inspector had opened the wardrobes and begun to randomly pull out clothes and spread them over the floor and the bed then he turned to drawers and, finding her lingerie, he pulled out handfuls of intimate garments and threw them at her so that they ended up at her feet.

"What does he call you?"

"C call me...Sir?"

"Pet names. What does he call you when he screws your cunt?" 

"N nothing really..we don't.."

When Maxie betrayed her it hurt as much as the punch to the belly had been.

"She's lying. She told me his pet name."

Helen felt raw terror as The Inspector removed his belt and wound the end around his right hand.

"It's Smidge. He calls me Smidge Sir."

She was too slow to head off the belt as it crashed across her belly then her breasts. Instinctively she raised her hands to protect her sensitive flesh. Her attacker dropped the belt, gripped her wrists and turned her around so that she was facing the bed and he forced her down across the bed. The handcuffs must have been in his pocket and there was nothing she could do to prevent him from snapping the cold, hard, manacles in place. Maxie went to the other side of the bed and pressed Helen's face into the covers so that Helen was bent over the bed with her naked buttocks upwards.

Now the thrashing began in earnest and the defeated woman could not keep her feet on the floor. She was lying belly down, hands cuffed behind her and her legs flailed about in space in a futile effort to resist the searing punishment.

The strokes were interspersed with questions each one more intimate than the one before as he wrung every last private intimacy from her. He was raping her mind as he dragged from his victim all the things which had been strictly private.

"How big was her husband's cock, did she ever take it up the rear, how often did she masturbate, what form did it take, how often did she orgasm, how often did they screw, had she ever been fucked outdoors????"

The ruthless interrogation went on and on and she felt the skin must have been stripped from her thrashed buttocks. She was shrieking in agony and her heart was pounding as if it would burst. The duvet cover was drenched in her tears, her saliva and her snot and, further back, it was soaked with her more intimate juices because her cunt was gushing as never before.

Suddenly it was over and he turned her over so that she was on her back with the handcuffs pressing painfully into her wrists between her back and the bed. Her legs were splayed and her vision of the giant man looking down at her in contempt was blurred by her tears.

During the beating Maxie must have gone to collect her backpack from the hallway because she had it now and she unzipped it to take out a spray can and a disposable razor. Max sprayed the foam on Helen's pubis and The Inspector picked up the razor. Helen just lay very still terrified that he would draw blood. He shaved her until her pubis was baby smooth and he picked up one of her best dresses from the floor to wipe her clean. Then he asked Max for the marker. Helen had already been wondering what she would say to her husband about her shaven pussy but when she saw the thick black ink marker her body tensed.

She knew there was nothing she could do to resist so she just lay still as The Inspector defaced the white skin of her breasts, belly, pubis and thighs with the words "Bitch, Cunt, Slag, Whore, Smidge, Fucktoy."

By using the secret pet name invented by her husband he was ensuring that whenever her husband used the name she would think of herself suffering at the hands of this brutal bear of a man who knew how to play her body to ensure that she could not help responding to him like the whore which she now feared she was.

When he was satisfied he spoke to Maxie.

"Smidge and me want to be alone for a while now. You go down to the desk. You know what we want. How much does Hubby earn? How much is on the credit card? How much have they got stashed away? Do the girlies get good grades at school? Are they cheating on their tax?"

As Maxie made for the door Helen desperately wanted to call for her not to go as the thought of being left alone with this man terrified her to the core but she was too scared to speak. When they were alone he looked down at her petite naked body with undisguised lust in his eyes then he grabbed her forearm and dragged her to her feet.

"Let's go next door."

Helen found herself pulled along the passage to a closed door which bore a hand coloured sign saying "Laura's Room. Keep Out." Helen shook her head vigorously pleading with the man not to violate her child's room.

"Open the door Bitch. If I have to open it you really won't like what I'll do."

Feeling helpless and defeated Helen opened the door and he dragged her inside. Her identity was made up of churchgoer, wife and mother and he had defiled her position as wife by what he had done over the marital bed. Now he was going to attack her motherhood by proving to her that she was the sort of perverted mother who allows her depraved lusts to encroach on her child's private bedroom. 

The space they had entered was very pink from the pink carpet to the pink dolls house in front of the window and the pink toy bunny on the pink pillowcase. Helen found that she was shaking as the man threw her down on her back onto the duvet cover with its Disney Princess design. Her body was lying across the bed and her head hung down into empty space over the foot of the bed as The Inspector quickly kicked off his boots and stripped down his trousers and underwear. His manhood stood proud, hard and huge and then his weight was upon her making the bed creak. His hands gripped her breasts and groped them painfully as his tongue was at her throat and slithering over her face before invading her mouth and making her gag as it restricted her air supply.

He shifted his position and the rock hard rod was at her opening. Helen had been a virgin on her wedding day and no man had ever taken her apart from her husband. The Inspector knew nothing of gentleness and his huge organ was opening her as it pressed urgently home. She could not suppress her groans and cries of "No, Please...No."

Her complaints probably only encouraged him and he slapped her face hard as he rammed home and she screamed loudly so that almost certainly Maxie would have heard it downstairs. The man was grunting and shouting and slobbering over her face and neck and his hands went under her back pulling her up against his own body and causing his organ to penetrate ever deeper and her legs to flail widely open. His hot seed filled her and spilt out over her thighs and ran down to stain the duvet cover. Again and again he took her as her head bounced around and her hair stuck to her sweat slaked face. 

He grabbed her sides and shifted her to her knees on the carpet then his dripping organ was at her face.

"Suck it whoresmidge."

Grabbing her hair he dragged her against his belly with the huge, pungent member filling her mouth and making her choke. As she desperately tried to find some air to breath she sucked in his semen and her own mucous and her forehead thwacked against her violator's belly again and again.

Finally he was sated and he threw her onto her back at his feet while he sat on the bed and opened the bedside drawer. She lay helplessly watching as he scattered small pastel garments on the carpet and the bed then he dressed himself.

When he was done he commanded her to stand and when she failed to obey quickly enough he dragged her up by her arm and pulled her out of the room with her limp feet dragging on the carpet. He deposited her onto the kitchen floor and angrily opened a cupboard which contained cleaning supplies. He took out a bottle of clothing detergent and poured it over her body then he emptied a whole packet of cereal over her and over the floor before striding from the room.

He soon returned carrying Maxie's bag with Max behind him. The man rolled Helen onto her belly in the mess on the floor and removed her handcuffs then she felt Maxie snapping shackles onto her ankles. 

"What you do now Bitch is you clean this place up. Maxie will come back at 3 and IF she is satisfied she will take off the shackles so you can dress and do the school run."

"But school comes out at 3.10. Please give me more time, let me out before 3 so I can get there."

He picked her up by a hank of her hair and slapped her tender breasts.

"So you better just hurry Cunt. If you can't get there you can phone the school and tell them we'll collect your little bitches. And all your underwear goes in a bin bag for Maxie to collect. You need to buy some more, lots of black and red. You're a slut now so you can dress like one even if it's just underneath for now."

And then Helen was alone. She wanted to just lie on the floor and weep but she had to hurry and moving around with her legs shackled was not going to be easy. The naked woman worked as fast as she could desperate to complete her task in the short time available. Her hair kept getting into her eyes and she kept bursting into tears but she had to keep working; there was so much to do and she had to finish it, she had to.

Maxie arrived just before 3pm and let herself in with the spare key which she had picked up when she was going through the desk. She insisted on inspecting the whole house despite Helen pleading with her to unlock the shackles. Eventually Max gave Helen the key and she freed herself then dragged on a jumper and trousers before wriggling her feet into a pair of shoes.

Helen drove to the school like something out of a TV cop show and of course all the parking spaces near the school were taken. She found a space and then ran to the school very aware of her trousers rubbing against her unprotected pussylips and the jumper irritating her erect nipples. She hated the fact that even now she was in a state of arousal but her body was no longer hers to control. She was a few minutes late for the girls but no harm was done and, as she drove home, she responded to their girlish chatter while thinking of the disgusting words which still besmirched her body under her scant clothing.

For the first time ever she would have to take care that her husband did not see her undressed and she would have to lie about how she and Maxie had spent their Wednesday together. Later when the family were at dinner the telephone rang and her husband picked up the receiver then told Helen casually that it was Maxie for her. She kept her back to him as she took the call and heard her mistress telling her that each Wednesday would bring another task and she may receive emails giving her orders which she would be expected to obey. Perhaps in theory Helen could have told Max to go to hell -- but she knew that she would continue to obey her humiliating orders. 

Helen's encounter with The Inspector had burst the dam on many years of repression and released the dark side of her character which she had always firmly denied. Maxie knew that Helen would endure any amount of control and punishment rather than lose the new life of guilty pleasures which she had discovered. The respectable housewife and mother and pillar of the local church hated herself every time that she took another step down the road of pain, submission and humiliation and yet she knew that these things had such a grip on her that she could no longer envisage life without them.

Although the long standing routine of meetings with Maxie was that they only met on a Wednesday Helen returned home from a lunchtime prayer meeting on the day after that Wednesday with The Inspector to find Maxie's car on her drive. Maxie had let herself into Helen's home with her own key and was sitting in the lounge wearing a tight top and a short skirt which made the very best of her shapely legs. Maxie knew that it was wise to push Helen onto the next step of accepting Maxie's control while she was still hot from what had been done to her the previous day.

The purpose of Maxie's Thursday visit was to lay down the ground rules of her total dominance of Helen and then to take her shopping for lingerie. Every piece of underwear which Helen had formerly owned had been confiscated by The Inspector and she had been obliged to sit through today's prayer meeting very aware that she was naked beneath her baggy jumper and knee length skirt.

Helen was aghast at the items which Max made her buy. She was only permitted the tiniest brassieres and thongs in the most garish colours and adorned with the sort of lace and frills worn by the cheapest and most tasteless whores. Maxie made Helen understand that a cheap whore was precisely what she had become and she hinted darkly at future changes being made to Helen's wardrobe to include her choice in clothing other than underwear. The defeated victim merely looked at the floor, blushed furiously and replied "Yes Maxie."




Double Life



The new rules for Helen's life came into effect immediately and they had been designed to keep her sexually aroused and constantly aware that her life was no longer under her own control. Her submission centred around the daily report which she was required to email to Maxie with a copy to The Inspector. This last provision concerning The Inspector, who had brutally violated her home and her body, stung Helen especially deeply. She had known Maxie for a very long time and considered her a friend but the thought of that man sitting at home and probably masturbating as he read every intimate detail of Helen's private life was a bitter humiliation.

The daily report was to include every detail of sexual contact with her husband and a webcam record of the daily masturbation sessions which Helen was required to have using not only her fingers but also various items from around her home. This self abuse would be aided by hardcore bondage internet video which Helen was obliged to watch daily and on which she had to write reports so that her controllers knew she was being obedient.

As a special privilege Helen would be permitted to wear a bra unless she received instructions to the contrary so she would not normally have to endure the worry of her hard nipples being visible through her top. However panties were forbidden except during menstruation and full details of her periods had to be included in the daily report. The report also had to itemise every single pound of expenditure which Helen made. Her pubic area was to be kept permanently smooth and devoid of any hair.

In addition to these stringent daily controls Maxie would continue to meet Helen every Wednesday to subject her to whatever tasks or punishments she felt fit. Helen knew that she could not take it for granted that her punishments would only occur on a Wednesday. She had accepted that Maxie herself could interfere with her routine at any time of her choosing but Max told her victim about a terrifying extension to this.

Max held up a school photograph of Helen's eldest daughter and told her that at any time or in any place a stranger might approach her and show her that picture. The bearer of the photograph would say the words "Maxie sent me" and Helen would be obliged to obey whatever instructions the person gave to her. 

After Maxie left her that Thursday Helen curled into a foetal position on the sofa with her hand to her pussylips and began to rock back and forth as tears ran down her cheeks at the bittersweet thought of the slut which she had become.

She found that the marks of the felt pen which The Inspector had used on her body were gone by the weekend after many sessions of painful scrubbing which had left her skin red and sore so she no longer had to be careful over undressing in the bedroom for fear that her husband would see the foul words on her flesh. She told him that she had decided to keep herself shaven "down there" as it was more hygienic. To her disappointment he made almost no comment at this; Helen knew that it was not that her husband was disinterested in her but he probably felt that it was not for him to express an opinion over such an intimate, personal detail. 

Poor Helen wondered if she would have to wait until next Wednesday for further punishment and what indignities she would have to endure when she next met Maxie or one of her shadowy contacts from The Scene.



Double Life Ch. 02



Writing about the adventures of my alter ego (Sally), gives me a unique prospective into a variety of Carnal pleasures that I am able to experience through her.

The weekend was here once again. A hot summer's day was before her. Sally, dressed in an old pair of shorts and crop top, lay in her deck chair, sipping a cool drink, on the balcony of her apartment.

A cheeky smile came across her face as she recalled her first erotic adventure that took place the week before. The combination of her thoughts and the hot sun beaming down on her body caused her to perspire sending beads of sweat down her neck, between her breasts and be sucked up like a sponge where her top met her stomach.

It was becoming obvious that Sally was getting aroused. She got up off the deck chair, went inside and poured her self another drink. She went over to the open window and sat on the ledge watching people walk by. Sally, who has an insatiable lust, could not restrain from discreetly touching herself further stimulating her already heightened sexual needs.

As the evening drew closer, she began thinking of what she was going to wear. Her wardrobe was full of clothing that suited just about any mood or occasion that presented her. In one corner were a variety of provocative outfits that were sure to raise any red-blooded males blood pressure not to mention make her feel seductive.

She showered, did her hair, put on her makeup and eventually settled on an outfit that suited her "pleasure-seeking" mood, a tiny white miniskirt made from a gauzy material sheer enough to make all who looked at her wonder if she was, or as in this case, wasn't wearing anything under it. The matching crop top was a little more see-through with short sleeves that sat off the shoulders. A white choker and her 5" heels completed the look. As always, she spent several minutes looking at her self in the mirror adjusting here straightening there, giving herself the most seductive look she could.

Twilight was upon her; she had another drink, grabbed her bag and left her apartment heading for what she hoped to be a night of extreme sexual pleasure.

As she walked, the warm night air filtered its way through her skimpy outfit, stimulating every inch of her body. Her sexual arousal was evident by her slow sensual walk her head held high her hard erect nipples pushing against her top the warm tingly sensation between her legs.

Sally reached the entrance to the local park and went in. There were always people in there, couples getting it on, others just walking through, guys doing deals with hookers and so on. 

As she got deeper into the park, she became aware of this guy following her. This didn't concern her that much she expected to get attention from others. 

She stopped at a water fountain and took a small sip, the little bending over she had done to reach the siphon, made her skirt lift up at the back exposing her smooth tanned ass. A moment later she heard a guy say hello, she quickly turned around to see this guy standing there. Sally also said hello, they exchanged some small talk, this guy asked Sally where she was going and asked if she would mind if he walked with her for a while, she smiled and said ok. Sally knew that he must have had a perfect view of her ass while she was bent over and was hoping he would say something. As it turned out he told her how hot she looked and asked her if she had a boyfriend, Sally replied, even if she did that wouldn't stop her having fun. 

This guy stopped in his tracks, looked her up and down and said he would like to have her. Sally displayed one of her sexy smiles and said ok. They quickly moved to an old part of the nearby train station that was under restoration. This guy forced a door that lead into a small room, probably a storeroom. It had an old mattress in one corner obviously used by others. Sally wasted no time; she took off her skirt and top and got on all fours. The site of her tight well-rounded ass facing him was all he could bare; he quickly pulled down his pants revealing his hard cock, got up behind her grabbed her waist and with a huge thrust entered her hungry pussy and began to fuck her. 

Sally was running hot; she was frantically gyrating and pushing back into him. She could feel every inch of him as he thrust deep into her tight pussy. She moaned with every thrust he made filling her nicely. After his initial frantic pumping, he slowed down to a nice smooth rhythmic fucking motion. Several minutes on, he turned her over onto her back where he grabbed her legs pushed them back and to the sides as far as possible and began pumping her again. He was able to get very deep penetration causing Sally to scream out with every thrust, Sally grabbed him by his butt pulling him into her, he soon began pumping harder and faster, Not long after Sally began building up to an orgasm frantically letting out screams of immense pleasure that got louder and louder...He began to grunt and moan, and with in seconds let out a huge grunt and collapsed on top of her. Sally who was uncontrollably thrusting her hips forward did not reach orgasm. She wanted to go more, but that wasn't going to happen. 

The frustration she felt was overpowering, she tried frantically to get him to pump some more but he was just too soft. Sally eventually stopped trying and just lay there.

The guy stood up, pulled up his pants and left, leaving Sally lying there in a frustrated heap.

She pleasured her self for a while before getting dressed and straightening her self up. She lit up a cigarette slung he bag over her shoulder and walked off the train station and back into the park. Her body was craving for more, what went on with that guy was no-where near satisfying, 

On leaving the park she decided to go to one of the many bars and clubs in the area. She ended up at this seedy bar situated in a side street off the main road. Inside it was dimly lit giving it a sleazy atmosphere, there were many people all doing what one would expect in a place like that.

She sat down at one end of the bar and ordered a drink. Not long after, guys came up to her and chatted, buying her drinks all with one thing on there mind. This one guy in particular took her interest, he was quite tall, dark skinned and well built. They got talking and eventually move to a dark corner of the room where they both had a few more drinks whilst flirting with each other. He complimented her choice of outfit and told her he likes a lady who knows how to visually stimulate a man and isn't afraid to enjoy her self.

Sally tossed her hair back put on one of her sexy smiles and replied with "having a good time is foremost on my mind". They both laughed. Sally stood very close to him discreetly touching his leg and running her fingers up and down it. Not long after, he leaned down and gave her a kiss, Sally responded by putting her arms around his neck and began to passionately kiss him thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into him rubbing himself against her eager body.

The passionate embrace got more and more intense, he pushed her against the wall and began to dry fuck her, Sally wrapped one of her legs around his and began thrusting into him. He whispered in her ear if she would like to go elsewhere, she nodded and moments later they left the bar. 

Just down the street a bit was an ally, they quickly went down it, they found an entrance to an old abandon warehouse, they went inside and found what use to be an office, inside was a desk covered with an old blanket Sally leaned up against it and watch this guy unzip and lower his jeans. He was well built alright Sally thought, his cock was quite large and very inviting, Sally got on her knees and slowly took it into her mouth. She dug her nails into his firm ass and thrust her head back and forward. she sucked him for a while before stopping and laying down on the desk, he reached over to her, took off her skirt and top and began sucking and squeezing her erect nipples. Sally was going crazy with pleasure, In a soft sexy voice, that had an urgency about it, she told him she need to be fucked, with no hesitation he grabbed her hips and dragged her down to the edge of the desk and pushed his hard cock into her very wet pussy.

He pounded into her like a mad man thrusting deep into her very tight, very wet cunt. She let out screams of pain and pleasure as he stretched and penetrated her more than she had ever been by any other man.

He was like a machine pumping hard and fast deeper and deeper, he showed no signs of slowing down bringing on wave after wave of the best orgasms she has had in some time.

After what seemed like ages, he started grunting and pounding with incredible force. Sally could feel his cock swell inside her bringing on another orgasm, He gave a few desperate last pumps pulled out and exploded like a fountain spraying cum all over Sally's body. 

After getting his breath back, he got dressed and left, leaving Sally still lying on the desk. After about 15 minutes or so she got up pulled some tissues from here bag and cleaned her self, she got dressed and left the building.

Near the main road she went into a gas station and used the rest room to clean up properly, redo her make-up and freshen up. Upon leaving the gas station Sally lit up a cigarette and strutted off down the main street feeling quite good about her activities till now. 



Double Life Ch. 02



Maxie and her friends in The Scene decided to keep Helen off balance so the next contact was the following Tuesday instead of Wednesday as Helen might have been expecting. Max knew Helen's routine so she knew where she would be and was able to direct the contact accordingly.

After doing the morning school run Helen had gone to the church where she had some paperwork to do in connection with one of her church jobs. When she had locked the building and turned to walk to her car in the church car park a man approached her. He was around her own age with close cropped hair and his clothing may be described as smart casual; he held up his hand in the manner of a police officer displaying his warrant card. Helen's heart missed a beat as she saw the photograph in the man's hand; it was the picture which Max had taken from her home. The man spoke the magic words, the words which meant that she had to obey him. "Maxie sent me." They had invaded her home and now they had come to meet her in the church car park.

The man waved his hand towards a sleek car parked near to her own.

"We'll take my car."

The residue of the old Helen was telling her that this was madness. She had no idea of who this man was or what he had in mind for her and she had things to do. If she did not get to the supermarket there would be no dinner tonight. But the man was from Max and she knew that she had no option but obedience.

As soon as they were in the car he asked her if she was being obedient to Maxie's instructions to wear no panties. She hated answering him but she gave him a whispered "Yes."

"Show me."

Had she heard that correctly? Did he mean right here in the church car park?

"Take your trousers off Bitch."

Blushing Helen wiggled around in her seat and pulled her slacks down her legs and off which involved pulling her trainers off also. She felt the car upholstery under her bare buttocks as the man's eyes took in her shaven pubis. Without a word he produced a pair of chrome handcuffs from his pocket and locked her wrists together in her lap then he started the car. It felt surreal and frightening to be driving through the town in this condition; the atmosphere in the car was tense and not a word was spoken.

He drove her to some allotments under the flyover and parked beside a wooden shed which was right up against the concrete buttressing around the flyover. The man left the car, came around to her side and opened the door.

"Out."

Helen looked around very aware of her near nudity but she knew she had no choice. His hand was on her shoulder as he steered her up against the side of the shed where the grass was long and mixed with weeds and nettles. Of course the man was protected from the nettles by his clothing and he seemed unaware of the fact that he was backing her right into the nettle patch; he pressed downwards on her shoulder and she sank to her knees feeling the nettles stinging her naked buttocks. The shed gave some cover but really they were out in the open and someone could appear at any moment. He ordered her to take out his cock and suck him off.

"If you do it well we will go back to the car; if I don't come I will strip you completely and leave you handcuffed to that fence over there."

Helen was desperate to get this over as soon as possible and she raised her cuffed hands to unzip his trousers and pull out his semi erect member. Trying to block her mind to her feelings of distaste she took him in her mouth and set to work as hard as she could trying to remember the techniques used in the porn which she had been made to watch. As she worked he reached down and his hands went up her blouse and began to maul her sensitive breasts painfully. She would have screamed at the pain if her mouth had not been full of his meat which was reaching to the back of her throat and making her gag as his pre cum ran down the sides of her mouth. He made her work for what seemed like a very long time with the nettles covering her buttocks and lower back in a hot rash. She could not keep her natural instinct from making her pull back from him so that she could gasp in some air but each time that she pulled back he gripped her hair and dragged her head back into himself.

When he did cum he shot huge amounts of his semen into her throat and when she choked and pulled back he shot a huge gush over her face. He made her remain on her knees and use her tongue as a tissue to lick him clean then he dragged her to her feet using her hair as a handle and marched his weeping captive back to the car. Of course she did not dare to ask what was going to happen now but she noticed that they seemed to be heading back towards the church so she hoped that he would take her back to her car and her ordeal would be over.

As they pulled into the church car park Helen was very alarmed to see Maxie getting out of her car. This could only mean that there was something more to come especially as Max was wearing the backpack which she had previously used to carry items of restraint. The man parked his car a short way from the backdoor of the church with the passenger door facing the church then he ordered his captive to take the church keys from the pocket of her trousers which lay scrunched up in the footwell. This was a step too far for Helen.

"No, I can't. Please, not in the church. Please don't make me."

He gripped her breast through the thin fabric of her top and made her cry out in agony.

"You do as you're told Bitch. Or else we can leave you here handcuffed and bare arsed. You choose."

While this was going on Maxie had opened the passenger door and Helen miserably left the car and ran to unlock the church door. Her two captors followed her into the building; the man had taken a heavy cane from his car. Due to having known Helen for a long time Max knew the layout of the church and she knew that the building should be empty until the Bible group tomorrow morning. They went into the Girl Guide room and the man removed Helen's handcuffs and told her to lose the remainder of her clothing. With her eyes taking in the Guide shields on the wall and the huge mural of Noah's Ark made by the girls Helen stripped off her ankle socks, her blouse and her red lace bra leaving herself totally naked and with her face still marked by the dried semen from her outdoor encounter.

The man cruelly dragged her wrists behind her and cuffed them in place. Max had removed her short black dress revealing that she was naked underneath. She sat on the floor with her legs wide apart and told Helen to get down and lick her pussy. Helen knew that there was no point in resisting so she awkwardly lowered herself so that she was on her knees with her bum in the air and her hands still cuffed behind herself. She had never pleasured a woman before and she slowly moved her face downwards so that her whole field of vision was filled by Maxie's pussylips surrounded by thick black hair. She felt the man's hands grip her upturned buttocks and the tip of his erect member press between them then he rammed into her pussy from behind forcing her forward into Maxie's flesh.

Max was pressing her groin forward into Helen's face and shouting at her to lick and all the while the man was frigging her from behind. This continued for a very long time and the hall echoed to the sounds of their assorted grunts and orgiastic shouts. Eventually, when the hall reeked of semen and hot girljuice, Max grabbed Helen by her sweat slaked hair and threw her sideways as the man did up his clothing. The man grabbed Helen and forced her up against the wall still on her knees.

"Kneel up straight, press those tits against the wall."

The cane hissed through the air catching Helen's unprotected left bumcheek and making her howl. The man pulled her hair so hard that Helen thought it must come out and he told her to thank him for the stroke.

The helpless woman, feeling the tears pricking her eyes, managed a weak reply.

"Th thank you Sir."

Instantly the second stroke landed making her feel that the skin was being stripped from her rear and he made her say "thank you" for that one also.

In all he gave her ten strokes of the cane making her thank him for each one. By the fourth stroke Maxie had to hold her head to keep her against the wall. When the punishment was over she slumped to the floor weeping like a baby with angry red stripes crossing her previously white flesh. Helen was unable to resist as the man pulled her to her feet and dragged her into the adjoining storeroom with its floor to ceiling wooden shelving containing paint, card and many other items used by the Guides. Down at one end were the folded green tents.

Helen found herself pushed down onto her belly as ropes were bound around her knees and ankles and then drawn back to be tied to the chain of her handcuffs so that she was hogtied on the dusty plank floor.

"Please you can't leave me here. Someone could come in to collect something or to check the fire extinguishers or anything."

The man's response was to ram a huge rubber ballgag between her teeth forcing her to keep her mouth wide open as the narrow leather straps bit into her neck and the sides of her face. She could not help struggling but it was futile and the door was closed on her leaving the bound captive with only the narrow slit of daylight coming under the door as she heard Max and the man leave.

Helen was terror stricken. If she were discovered what would she say? How noticeable were the smells of sex out in the Guide Hall? She was also overwhelmed with self loathing that her sinful lusts had caused her to desecrate the Guide Hall where every Sunday she taught the innocent girls. Pulling against the ropes only tightened the knots and if she could escape from her bonds she would still be handcuffed and totally nude. She knew that her hair must be a mess and her face still carried the man's semen and the dried juices from Maxie's pussy. Her breathing was a laboured panting and she could feel her sweat from the effort of trying to escape from the ropes. Her position was also cramped and very uncomfortable as her nipples kept grinding into the hard floor. She was also aware that her nips were not the only part of her which was grinding into the floor. She was rocking backwards and forwards and feeling intensely aroused; her pussy was wet and, to her disgust, she knew that she was heading for an orgasm as she lay helpless in her dark prison. When it came she could not keep her moans from filling the cupboard despite the painful gag. The position into which had been forced was terrifying, carrying as it did the risk of discovery, but it was also possibly the most exciting thing she had ever done and she knew that her brain was floating on endorphins and adrenaline. She hated the situation which she was in but at the same time Oh how she loved it.

In between orgasms Helen tried to calculate the time hoping that Maxie would free her in time to do the school run. It was horrible to think what sort of mother could dash from this situation to collect two young girls who imagined that she was the ultimate standard of good behaviour. She had betrayed her husband and her daughters and her church. Could she ever be punished enough for what she had done?

Suddenly Helen heard something which focussed all her senses. A door had slammed. Fortunately her orgasm had spent itself and she had been lying more or less still and not howling but who was in the building and would he come to where she was? She had not been sure where the door which had slammed was located; she was not even sure whether it had been the door to the Guide Hall or a room elsewhere in the building. Helen laid tense and still trying to pick up any other sound but hearing nothing. She had no means of measuring time but she tried to estimate how long it had been since she had heard the door slamming; perhaps she had not heard him enter and the door she had heard had been the sound of him leaving. She was now terrified to move or make a sound and she was aware that her breathing was becoming very laboured due to her tension. 

Then there was another door closing. This was definitely the door to the Guide Hall and footsteps were heading towards the room where Helen was imprisoned. The door opened and there stood Maxie looking down at her.

Max began to remove Helen's ropes and handcuffs and finally the gag came away causing Helen to whine and run her hands over her face to feel for wheals made by the straps. Max was speaking.

"There was a guy in a red car; I had to wait for him to go."

Helen had stood up on slightly wobbly legs. Her minister had a red car. So she had been naked and bound and the pastor had been in the building for an unknown period of time. 

"Did he see you?"

Max said that she had not been seen. When she came back for her prisoner she had parked around the corner and, on seeing the red car, she had stood in the street. Of course the minister had seen Helen's car and she would now have to think of one more lie to explain why it had been there. Perhaps she had used free parking at church and walked to nearby shops. Maxie had brought Helen's clothes and she dressed; time was running out for the school run. The supermarket was now out of the question so dinner would have to come out of the freezer. Once again Helen faced a mad dash to collect the girls.

As she drove Maxie's words were running around in Helen's mind. She had asked her mistress if they would meet the following day and the reply had been chilling.

"I couldn't possibly tell you that. It will be something for you to think about when you are in bed with your husband tonight. But you asked me a question and you are not allowed to do that. I will have to think of a penalty for you."



Double Life Ch. 03



Helen slept very poorly that night. She kept waking up and wondering what punishment Maxie might dream up for the crime of asking her when their next encounter would be. Of course it had been stupid to ask because Maxie had made it clear that she was in control and that she had no need to explain anything to Helen or to inform her beforehand of what awaited her in her on-going journey into discovering her long-dormant perverted tendencies. Helen's sleepless night was made worse by the fact that her hand kept going between her legs in a way that it had not done since guilty nights in her teens.

She found herself awake at 5am beside her still-slumbering husband and she told herself that perhaps Max may have sent an email giving instructions for the next task. Perhaps Max had sent the mail late last night so it was even now sitting on her laptop waiting for her. Of course Helen had to check so she eased herself out of bed and padded downstairs in just her long white night dress. Helen was aware that her breathing was tense as she opened up the laptop; by now she had convinced herself that Maxie would have sent some instructions -- what would Helen be ordered to do and how humiliating and painful would it be?

Her heart leapt when she saw that there was a message headed "Penalty" but when she opened it all it did was to multiply her anxiety by a hundredfold.

"You are not doing very well Slut. Yesterday you twice argued with your orders, once when you were told to remove your slacks in the car and again when you were clearly told to unlock the church door. On top of that you asked your Mistress a direct question on when your next task would be. How dare you question me? Of course you must realise that such conduct will bring an extremely humiliating punishment so you had better prepare yourself to face very dire consequences."

So now poor Helen was in an even worse position than before. She knew that something very unpleasant was being prepared for her but she had not the slightest idea of what it would be or when it would strike her. Any minute now her husband would wake up and then she would have to begin another routine of serving breakfast and preparing the two girls for school and all the while that fear would be at the back of her mind. At any moment Maxie or one of her nameless contacts could telephone or ring the doorbell or even approach Helen in the street and give her orders which would result in deep embarrassment or pain or probably both.

Helen was in a state of tension and anxiety for all of that day but nothing happened and there was no further contact from Maxie. Of course she dare not telephone Max as that would be interpreted as asking questions and would invite even more punishment. There was no email on Thursday morning and no contact for all day Thursday and Helen was almost at her wits end torn between increasing fear and almost constant sexual arousal at the thought of what she would be made to endure.

As usual the family ate dinner together on Thursday evening and afterwards the two girls had their shower and were allowed to come back downstairs to drink their cocoa before being sent to brush their teeth and then being tucked up in bed. Helen thought that her husband seemed a bit quiet and pre occupied but she was too concerned with her own problems to think very much about it. Once the girls were safely bedded down she and her husband slumped in silence before the television and then the doorbell rang. Her husband practically leapt from his chair to answer the door and his words as he left the room shook Helen to the core.

"That will be Maxie."

Max entered the lounge looking very grave and Helen's husband followed carrying his briefcase which was normally kept in the hallway.

"Helen, I asked Maxie to come over as frankly I didn't know who else to call and after all Max has known you for a lot longer than I have."

Helen sat in silence as he sat down and opened his case taking from it a large brown envelope which Helen saw had been addressed to his office and marked "personal". He handed her a number of large photographs from the envelope and Helen looked at them in stunned silence.

The first one showed her on her knees naked below the waist and obviously sucking the penis of the man she had met at the church on Tuesday. How could this be? But she thought back to the allotments and realised that several of the allotments had small rickety sheds where the allotment holders kept their tools. If Maxie had been in one of those sheds with a long lens...

The next picture showed Helen and the man side by side walking back to his car. Helen's bare pussylips were very clear. In shocked fascination Helen turned to the third photograph which was a blow up of the one before. This one only showed Helen's face and the white cum all over her face was all too plain. There was only one other picture and this one was a back view of Helen as she unlocked the church door. Of course it showed her bare legs and her naked buttocks. Thinking back Helen remembered how Maxie and the man had been behind her in the car park and any one of them could have slipped a small camera out of a pocket while Helen was fiddling with the door key. She was dimly aware that her husband was speaking.

"Of course I realise that you must have some neurosis for your behaviour to be so out of character and Maxie told me that people can be badly affected by what they look at on the internet so she advised me to look at your browsing history as a way of understanding."

Maxie had set her up. It had been Max who had ordered her to look at those websites and Helen could say nothing about it without admitting how she had asked Max to introduce her to The Scene. She just could not tell her husband about the unnatural desires which had led to her becoming so addicted to humiliation.

He had printed off her browsing history and, of course, the sites were all there. "Bondage Babes", "School for Sluts", "Bound and chained", "Extreme Sex". Helen could not bear to look at Maxie or at her husband as he went on with what he was saying.

"I wanted to get Reverend Merchant involved to see if he could counsel you out of this problem but Maxie persuaded me to hold back on that for now."

Helen was blushing furiously now at the thought of having to answer questions from her minister about what she had been doing. The idea of him seeing those terrible pictures, or even his knowing the websites which she had visited, filled her with horror. How would she ever be able to face anyone at church ever again?

Max was talking to Helen's husband now in a deep sincere voice.

"Your minister may feel bound to consult the proper authorities. After all there are the children to consider. Would Social Services consider Helen a fit parent? The girls could be taken into care."

So there was the threat. Maxie was telling her that she had to play along with this or she could lose her girls. Max was continuing to talk to Helen's husband as if Helen were not there.

"I have a friend who runs a special clinic. I am sure I could get him to take Helen for a while and he really is very good. If you say the word I can talk to him for you. Of course I could spend time with the girls while Helen was away. I would do anything you wanted me to do."

So now Max was talking about taking over care of the girls, Helen's girls. But there was more to come.

"It does seem that Helen may have a problem with sex so it's probably a good idea if you don't have 'relations' before I can get the clinic sorted out. Perhaps you could move Helen into the boxroom and you could fit a small bolt to the outside of the door so you know where she is. I know it would be hard for you to miss out on that side of things for a time but, of course, I really would help in any way at all that you needed me to."

As Maxie made this last offer her hand rested gently on the hand of Helen's husband and he seemed to ease slightly towards her. So after that it was just a matter of fixing the details; the girls would be told that Mummy was ill and was going to be made better and Max would arrange for Helen to be taken into the clinic as soon as possible. Of course Helen had no say at all, she just had to nod and say that she would do whatever was best. Maxie addressed Helen as if she were a small child.

"Go up to the bathroom, use the loo and get washed and undressed for bed. I will bring a nightie up for you in a mo."

Helen was burning with humiliation as she meekly obeyed. She hated leaving Maxie alone with her husband as her imagination was filled with the ways in which Max would "comfort" her husband and help him to cope with his wife's errant behaviour. In the bathroom Helen did as she was told and removed her clothing. It was not long before Max came in carrying a short pink nightshirt; Max must have been to the linen cupboard, she was moving around the house as if it were already her own.

As soon as Max was in the bathroom Helen tried to find out how far this would go.

"Max what is going..."

Maxie silenced Helen by simply holding up a hand.

"You're going to love it. You've never felt so humiliated as you are now and you are still craving more aren't you? Can you feel all those little muscles down there tensing up?"

Helen was overwhelmed by how well Maxie knew her and how quickly she had reduced her to the totally helpless position in which she found herself. She pulled on the nightshirt which reached to quite a long way above her knees and she was actually grateful to Max that she had allowed her this scant covering. They went in silence to the boxroom which was a tiny bedroom at the back of the house. It only had space for a small single bed and a narrow wardrobe. Helen got into bed and Maxie bent and kissed her on the cheek.

"Now you have to stay in your room until you are told you can come out. There is no lock on the door but you are on your honour. Do you promise to do as you are told?"

"Yes Maxie."

All night Helen was tormented by nightmares of Maxie taking her place in the household with her husband and the girls. He was a good man but he was very vulnerable after the shock of seeing those photographs and Maxie had shown that she was very gifted at manipulating people and situations. If Max did take Helen's place what would become of Helen? She imagined herself sleeping on the streets and scraping what living she could by opening her legs for strangers on waste ground and against walls. In the morning Helen found that she needed the loo and, after some thought, she slipped out of bed and went silently along to the bathroom. When she returned to the boxroom she hurriedly slipped under the covers hoping that no-one would know that she had been disobedient in leaving her room. She was in her own house and she was afraid that Maxie would find out that she had been to the loo without permission.

As she lay there alone she heard the sounds of the house waking up and in particular the sounds of the girls running around and chattering. She also heard Maxie's voice. Of course Max would have stayed the night "In case she was needed"; surely she could not have moved into the big double bed this soon, she must have slept on the sofa.

No-one came into Helen's little room and she traced in her mind the sounds of a Friday morning -- the girls going down to breakfast and then the house going quiet as they were taken on the school run. Would Max have done the school run? Had her husband gone to work?

Helen must have cried herself to sleep because she was awoken by muted voices in the hallway downstairs. She sat up straining her ears and then footsteps came up the stairs and Maxie came into the room and stood back to hold the door for two large men in the white clothing of male nurses. Helen's husband followed them into the room and he explained to Helen that she would be going to the clinic for a while just until things were a little better.

One of the nurses was carrying a frightening arrangement of brown leather straps and he moved towards the frightened woman. Her husband asked if the straps were really necessary and the nurse answered in quite a jolly tone.

"I'm afraid so Sir, some of them start to throw themselves about and they can hurt themselves. We don't like to drug them especially before they have seen the doctor."

Helen allowed the straps to be fastened around her. A broad leather belt went around her waist and was secured by two buckles then her wrists were strapped into thick leather cuffs which were attached to each side of the belt. Finally another belt went around the whole thing firmly pinioning her arms against her sides. Helen noticed that her nightshirt had ridden up under the straps so that she had very little of it below the level of her bare pussy and buttocks. The nurse gently placed his hand on Helen's shoulder.

"Now we aren't going to have any fuss are we?"

She found herself marched barefoot downstairs and the front door was opened. She saw a red and white private ambulance parked at the kerb. They were going to make her walk practically naked down the drive in front of the whole street. Helen was about to resist but, once again, a hand was placed on her shoulder in a way which made it clear that any resistance would only make things worse. Mr Hawkins next door was trimming his hedge and Mrs Frome across the road had been getting into her car but she paused to stare at Helen being helped into the back of the ambulance. Helen was sure that when she bent to enter the vehicle her gown rode up to expose her bare behind. When she was in the ambulance the back door was shut and she was helped to lie down on the bed in the back.

To her increasing alarm a strap was buckled over the top of her breasts and another one went over her legs forcing her to lie still on her back before one guard -- she could not think of them as nurses -- moved forward into the driving seat and they pulled away. The second man had a small seat next to Helen. The back of the ambulance seemed very cramped and Helen did not like this large man being so close to her bound body especially as she could do nothing about her little puffy white lips peeping out below the hem of her gown.

It seemed to be quite a long drive and periodically the guard would casually lean over and press his fingers against Helen's intimate area where he would stroke and then rub with increasing pressure causing the prone woman to moan and move against her bindings. He did not actually hurt her but the worst thing was the knowledge that he would not dare to assault her in this way if there was any chance of any retribution so Helen knew that he was able to do whatever he liked to her and she could do nothing whatever about it.

Eventually the vehicle slowed and then pulled up. The driver came back to the rear of the ambulance and the two men released Helen from her bed and then helped her, still with her arms bound to her waist, out of the back. Before she was hurried into a small side door she took in an impression of high stone walls with many windows some of which were barred. Once through the door they were on yellow institutional linoleum and breathing in the faint smell of disinfectant. There was a brief discussion with a hag-like woman in a white uniform and Helen caught the words "Rubber room" before being hustled down a passage and through a stout door which had a small square window. To her terror she saw that she was in a square room with brown rubber covering the floor and walls; on the floor lay some leather items. She was lowered onto her back and a leather strap was buckled tightly around her ankles. 

Her whimpering turned to out loud protest but her two nurses did not bother to answer her as they forced a wide leather gag between her lips and buckled it very firmly behind her neck and then left her. The door had no handle on the inside and was lined with the same rubber as the walls. It made a loud crash as it was slammed shut and then she was alone.

There was nothing at all which Helen could do but lie here for as long as they chose to leave her. It seemed that she had been consigned to some sort of asylum; perhaps she would grow old here, maybe this was what Maxie had planned from the start to get Helen out of the way so that she could take her husband. Helen's mind fell into the darkest place which she had ever known.

Helen had no idea of how long it was before they came for her; her mind had become full of cotton wool and was not functioning. Her ankles were freed and she was marched, still gagged, along corridors and downstairs to a heavy door which one of the guards opened. They went into a large bleak space with a concrete floor and bare red brick walls. Helen had an impression of chains hanging from the high ceiling and old wooden cabinets around the walls. Fluorescent strips hung overhead giving a bright searing light. It was easy for the men to manhandle her to a place where something like a heavy wooden table top hung from a beam by two chains. The wood was oval with a circular hole in the centre and it was split along its length so that it could be opened on a hinge and then closed around Helen's slim neck and locked in place. She did try to struggle but a moth might as well have tried to overpower a cat and there she stood with her bare feet on the cold concrete and the wooden yoke pressing down on her shoulders. The straps around her arms and waist were removed and each arm in turn was lifted so that her wrists could be strapped into broad leather cuffs attached to each end of her yoke. Her terror intensified when one of the men gripped her night shirt and pulled so that it tore away from her body leaving her totally naked and exposed to their eyes and to anything at all which they wished to do to her.

They each gave her body and breasts a fairly cursory grope just to show that they could and then they left her alone. She was not alone for long. To Helen's amazement Maxie came in wearing a black trouser suit and an evil, self-satisfied grin. She walked around the naked, gagged captive stroking her body and face. Helen was tired and her experiences had numbed her mind so that she could barely take in her situation. Maxie broke the silence.

"So how are they treating you Little Smidge?"

It was a rhetorical question of the sort asked by someone who simply likes the sound of her own voice. Maxie continued.

"You are in The Clinic which operates under the cover of a private medical facility. In fact it is where like minded people come to play. You will be here until we decide to release you; that may be quite soon and then you can go back to your old life but, of course there will still be games to play. And once in a while, say once a month, you might get to spend a few days here just to top up your treatment. Dear Hubbie has been advised not to visit you, it is best to give poor Helen a complete break from her normal environment so that she can be healed."

Helen's befuddled mind tried to get a grip on what she was being told. The most important thing seemed to be that she would be going home but what would done to her while she was here? Maxie was standing very close in front of her staring into her eyes.

"Of course Hubbikins is oh so worried about you so I have agreed that he can let your minister come and see you. Won't that be nice?"

This was terrible. They couldn't let Reverend Merchant come here. Helen protested loudly into her gag and shook her head. Her eyes pleaded with Maxie not to humiliate her in front of her minister.

Maxie's grin widened.

"Are you trying to object Slut? Are you in a position to do that? I think he would enjoy seeing your little pussy and your lovely breasts don't you?" She fondled Helen as she continued to speak.

"Of course we would make sure you didn't say anything you weren't supposed to and I think the shame of it would just about pop your little cork. I think you would be absolutely soaking down here. Think back to what you did before coming here Helen. You are here to be punished but that nasty little steak buried deep inside you is going to oh so enjoy it isn't it and leave you begging to come back for more?"




Double Life Ch. 03



And then Maxie turned and left Helen alone.

The central thrill of bondage is loss of control and Helen had now lost all control over the simplest of decisions. She simply had to stand here for as long as they chose to leave her. She could not escape or even cry for help and movement was very restricted. All she could do was to stare at the bleak brick walls and ponder on what instruments of torture lurked in all those wooden cabinets. On the very big issue of Reverend Merchant Helen alternated between "They would never let him come here" and "How will I ever cope when he is here looking at me?"

Unfortunately there are certain things which a human body must do and it will do them whether it is convenient or not. As Helen stood there she was becoming more and more aware of a pressure on her bladder and, despite the coolness of the room, she was becoming hot as she tried to hold back the flow. Surely they would come soon and give her a bucket or something but things were reaching a point where it was not going to be possible to wait any longer. When Helen finally lost the battle with her own body it happened quite suddenly; she simply relaxed her strained muscles and breathed a deep sigh as she felt the warm flow run down her legs. Standing there with wet feet and the acrid smell of her own urine filling her nostrils added a new level to Helen's humiliation.

Of course eventually they did come. It was two different men clad in white and one of them carried a bucket of warm soapy water with a flannel floating in it. They made unkind remarks about a dirty girl who had wet herself and they said that they had come to prepare her for her visitor. One man washed her all over with the flannel and, of course, he was none too gentle when he attended to her breasts and pussy. He pressed between her legs in a manner which made her sag at the knees so that the wooden yoke around her neck pressed hard under her chin. She had no control over the deep moans which were clearly audible despite her gag.

When her whole body was wet with water from the flannel and she was standing to one side so that her feet were clear of the puddle on the floor the second man removed her gag causing her to emit a painful "Aargh" as it came free of her face. She still wore the yoke and her arms were still painfully held in place at shoulder height. The man produced a plastic drinking bottle of the sort used by athletes and he pressed the teet to her lips. The liquid was quite thick and tasted of a mixture of milk and cornflower. It was actually a solution of nutrients designed to deliver a healthy meal to patients unable to take solid food.

After the man had poured the whole contents of the bottle down her throat he took from his pocket a small spray rather like an asthmatic's inhaler. He told Helen to open her mouth.

Instinctively she asked what he was going to do and he pressed his hand up beneath her nose which caused sharp pain and made her open her mouth. When her mouth was open he sprayed a long burst of the liquid into her mouth making sure that her tongue received a good soaking. Next her hands were released from the leather cuffs and handcuffed behind her back then the yoke was removed from her neck and the two men supported her as they walked her out of the room, along corridors and upstairs.

Helen's tongue felt heavy and swollen and she tried to ask what the spray had been.

"Yolaaagg, Maagglug."

Her tongue was a dead weight and would not obey her. Fear gripped her and she tried again to speak.

"Gaarg,,Gllammag."

The spray had been a mild muscle relaxant which was absorbed through the surface of her tongue and temporarily knocked out its muscles so that Helen was effectively gagged. They went into a room set up as a hospital room. The floor was the same institutional yellow lino but everything else was white including furniture, paintwork and curtains. The only bedclothes were the pillow and a white undersheet. Helen's eyes took in the leather straps dangling from the metal bed frame. Her handcuffs were removed and she was pushed down on her back on the bed whereupon one man drew a strap over her ankles and another strapped her down with a broad strap buckled above her breasts. A third strap went around her wrists and across her waist so that she was obliged to lay flat with her hands by her sides.

Helen tried to speak but all she could produce was a sort of garbled babytalk of grunts and gurgles. The two men were looking down at her and grinning as they said that her visitor would be here soon and they had one more little job to do. One of them took a small bottle from the pocket of his jacket and, removing the cap, he pushed it between her lips. Helen felt the froth in her mouth as the chemical reacted to chemicals in her saliva and produced a white foam which spilt out to cover the area around her mouth.

Then she was left alone to fret about the possible arrival of Rev Merchant. She was still desperately hoping that this was some sort of bluff designed to worry her but the not knowing was a torture. Of course she writhed on the bed and tried to fight against the straps binding her down but there was no escape. All the squirming around did was to combine with her feelings of humiliation and powerlessness and cause the nerve endings between her legs to once again betray her by beginning to tingle. In fact she was becoming more and more aroused and she dearly wanted to turn over and rub herself into the mattress or to use her fingers to attend to the pressure but both solutions were denied her.

Suddenly the door burst open and a female nurse bustled in with the familiar slate grey suit behind her. Helen froze in her struggles and looked up at her pastor. The nurse was speaking to the minister.

"So sorry you have to find her like this but she becomes very agitated if we so much as try to put a sheet over her and, as you see, we have to keep her restrained for now otherwise she makes a break for the window. It's probably best you don't stay too long."

And with that the nurse left. There was already perspiration shining on Helen's skin and she was red due to her struggles against the straps but now she could feel her face burning. The minister looked down at her obviously taking in her total nudity and the wild-looking froth around her mouth. Helen tried to tell him that she had been set up but all she could produce was an incoherent stream of random syllables. He was her minister but he was also a man and Helen clearly saw the bulge in the front of his trousers before he sat down on a white wooden chair and bent forward to ease the pressure inside his clothing.

The minister spoke gently telling her that he had been told she would soon be back at home if she responded well to the treatment in the clinic. He assured her that he would tell no-one at church any details of her condition beyond the fact that she was being cared for. It is impossible to tell whether it was just Helen's imagination but she could feel his eyes roaming over her naked body and taking in her very erect nipples and her exposed pubis. To make it worse it was just impossible for her to keep still or silent. She was writhing on the bed like a cheap prostitute and she could not suppress the moans and gasps arising in the back of her throat. It must have appeared to the minister that he was dealing with a sex crazed beast who was intent upon arousing him so that he would take her there and then.

As Helen was desperately hoping that her pussylips were not glistening with her juices the minister went on to say that he was pleased to have been assured by her doctor at the clinic that nothing which had happened need interfere with her position with her girls or as a Guide leader. Just before leaving her the minister, seeking to reassure her, told her that Maxie was "doing a wonderful job" in supporting the family.

Helen knew that no normal man would be able to expunge from his memory the picture which the pastor had seen and that whenever he saw her in the future his mind's eye would be seeing her exactly as she was now. Once again alone Helen's mind teemed with the information which she had taken in today. The minister had said that she could return home "if she responded well to treatment". Helen had a shrewd idea of what that treatment may entail and she shivered as she thought back to that bare basement room with its chains and its cabinets containing unknown tools of torment.



Double Life Ch. 04



Helen had no means of judging how long she spent in the clinic. The time was used by her controllers to enforce her total dependency on them. They controlled when she ate or drank and when she slept. Part of keeping her off balance was to keep moving her between the Rubber Room, the dungeon and a small bare cell. Her freedom of movement was constantly limited either by a strait jacket, manacles or broad leather straps buckled about her body. Of course there was never any modesty and, even when she was in the Rubber Room or her cell sometimes a face would appear at the tiny window staring in at her.

This was how she first encountered The Man. She was on the floor of the Rubber Room strapped painfully inside the horrible strait jacket when she heard a cough and, looking up at the window, she saw a nightmare vision. His face was very red and the huge nose was lined with ugly blue veins. He was bald but had unkempt wisps of grey hair clinging to his temples. The very worst thing about him was his grin; the mouth was a leering slit framed by nicotine stained white whiskers and showing uneven yellow teeth. For what seemed an age their eyes locked; Helen was unable to break away and somehow just by his leer the man was able to convey whole volumes of the total degradation which he intended to bring upon her.

After this first time The Man always seemed to be watching her from the sidelines. When she was suspended in the dungeon with three guards jeering at her and abusing her body he was leaning against a wall staring silently at her. When she was strapped down to a bench with those horrible electrical devices buzzing away inside her and making her body buck in unwelcome orgasms he would be standing over her looking down with total contempt written on his horrible face. When he was this close she could smell the whisky which was on his breathe and seemed to leak out of his pores mixed with the odours of tobacco, urine and sweat.

And when she was on the large bed being made to service men or women who constantly pulled her from one degrading position to another The Man would come into the room and simply stand watching. He never once spoke and Helen had genuine doubts about whether he was human or even whether anyone but herself could see him. 

Helen felt that she was spinning into nothingness and had no clear idea of what was real or even who she was. It seemed that a hundred years ago she had been wife, mother and Guide leader in the church but, one by one, those three pillars had been undermined and stripped away from her. Once The Scene had destroyed the superficial veneer which had been the old Helen they could remake her as they wanted her to be and make her believe that this was what she had always been.

She had become little more than an animal whose primitive urges fuelled by constant stimulation of those treacherous nerves in her nipples and between her legs now drove her. When she was drowning in endorphins as they stimulated her she cried out for punishment to ease her conscience at her unbridled lust and when she was chained to the whipping post with the lash marking her white back somehow the pain became mixed with pleasure and she felt so wet between her legs.

When they had reduced their toy to guaranteed obedience they felt sufficiently confident to take her out to the local town (wherever that was). She was made to dye her hair flame red and wear a tight cotton top which left her belly bare and stretched over her breasts so that her nipples were clearly visible pressing against the thin fabric. Her shoes were red high heels and her skirt was the ridiculously short miniskirt of a cheap whore. She walked beside Maxie through the seediest part of town with her wrists handcuffed in front of her attracting whistles and crude remarks from the open windows of passing cars. When something caused the frightened and humiliated woman to look over her shoulder she was terrified to see The Man lurching along behind her resting on a black walking stick with a silver ball on the top. It was as if the devil himself were dogging her steps.

Sometimes on these horrifying and deliciously wicked excursions Maxie would order her pet to unbutton her top to expose her breasts or even lift the skirt to display her bare pussylips. Of course refusal was never an option and Helen felt condemned, degraded and aroused all at the same time. 

The final stage in the remaking of Helen was to prepare her to go back home. She was allowed to shower under supervision and with The Man leering at her from the doorway and she was dressed in more conventional clothing but with no underwear. Her sleeping accommodation became a small bedroom with bare floorboards and bars on the window but there was at least a narrow bed which even had blankets. She was reintroduced to regular meals and was taken out to a shopping mall in her "normal" clothing having washed the red dye from her hair. It was made clear to her that she would soon be going home but that Maxie and her cohorts would never be far away.

It was a Saturday morning when Maxie drove Helen home having left time for any wheals and bruises to heal. As Maxie pulled into Helen's drive Helen caught a glimpse of a face in a car parked near to the house. It was The Man leering at her.

Of course, once inside the house, there was an outbreak of hugs, smiles and tears. Max did not stay long; she left the family alone to become reacquainted. Helen could not help thinking back to her fears about Maxie and her husband but she did not ask any questions indeed she was unsure if the things she remembered about Max making up to her husband were true or just her imagination. That night her husband hugged her, although they did not actually make love. Helen hugged him back but she knew that something had changed. There was a part of Helen which was deep inside and which she could choose to hide. Without realising it in direct terms, Helen had learned the art of compartmentalisation. A beast now lived inside her which could be temporarily shackled when she was with her husband and the girls but it would need times off its leash to play at the wicked games which were now an essential part of her life.

For many days there was no contact from Maxie and Helen felt deserted. Each day Helen was sure that Max must make contact today and when that contact failed to materialise she felt let down and frustrated. The beast NEEDED to be allowed time to play. Some days after her return home Helen was walking from the car to the school gate with a girl on either side of her when something caused her to look across the road and there was The Man leering at her. He was looking at Helen AND HER GIRLS. She pulled the girls closer to her and she shivered. When she looked again he was nowhere to be seen.

The following Sunday he was across the road from the church watching as the family came out of morning service. He was standing clear as day beside a lamp post smoking a cigarette. Helen blinked, looked again, and he was still there. They walked a little further, she looked back over her shoulder and he was gone.

On the Monday morning she pulled her car up onto her drive after the school run and there was Max sitting in her silver hatch back with its smoked windows in the road in front of the house. Helen went to the car and Max told her to get in. A black hood lay on the top of the dashboard and Max told her to put it on.

Helen knew better than to ask questions so she pulled on the hood cutting out all light and sat self consciously upright as the car pulled away. When Maxie parked she told Helen to remove the hood and she saw that they were at the kerb in a run down part of town outside a tall narrow building with peeling paintwork. Max told her to walk up the steps and press the button beside the number five. 

Helen was undeniably excited. She was once again in play and she felt like a schoolgirl on a dare. What awaited her inside the building?

Max remained parked at the kerb watching as Helen, leaving her bag in the car, climbed the steps and pressed the buzzer. The intercom system delivered a lot of crackling and a distorted male voice telling her to climb to the top floor. The stairs were narrow and bare boards, the stairwell smelt musty and the door at the head of the stairs had the paint stripped although the traces left showed that it had been red. The door opened and it was him. It was The Man, still leering at her and still stinking. She felt herself blushing as she silently went into the flat and he closed the door so that he was now between her and the door. Helen felt overwhelmed by waves of terror and revulsion. This disgusting being had been haunting her and now she was alone in his clutches.

His voice was like gravel running down a chute and he told her to sit on the threadbare sofa which she did making sure her knees were close together and her skirt was as far down as it could be. He came and sat beside her and his veined hand rested on her knee and slowly began to travel upwards while he nibbled her ear. Her whole body had tensed up.

He was muttering meaningless endearments about what a lovely little thing she was, "no need to be so tense, we can relax together, you like this don't you."

His hands were now everywhere exploring inside her blouse and up her skirt where, as per her standing instructions, she was wearing no knickers. His breath was almost suffocating as he slobbered all over her face covering her with his saliva. A hand had reached her pussylips now and was beginning to work on her most tender area causing her bottom to slightly move against the seat. As his weight moved against her she slipped downwards so that he was both beside her and above her. Her hand had to go somewhere and it rested on his arm which was in an unwashed grey shirt. He had found the back of her skirt now and his hand, between her buttocks and the sofa was unzipping her and sliding the garment down to her ankles. The blouse had ridden up and most of the buttons were undone. He pushed her bra upwards so that it was around her neck and he was groping her exposed breasts. Her heart was pounding and she felt nauseous. She was consumed by disgust for herself that she was not fighting him and yet somehow she felt her only option was submission.

He ordered her to tell him how much she liked it and how much she wanted him and his command was enforced by a painful twist of her nipple which wrung from her the response he required. He told her to unzip him and pull his clothing down which she did exposing his red, flaccid penis with its heavy, bloated ball sack.

They had shifted their position now so that he was on top of her and his hand and his penis were at her groin. His member was hardening but he did not seem able to achieve a full erection so he told her to get on her knees and work on him. She could not resist and she used first her hands then her mouth gagging at the sweaty, salty taste of him. He emitted animal groans as she, like an experienced whore, managed to bring him to some sort of erection whereupon he leapt forward and, pressing her to the floor, he came down on top of her and entered her. The whole world seemed to be filled with his scarlet decrepit face bouncing up and down above her with white saliva raining down onto her face.

Of course he could not keep this up for very long so his organ soon deflated but he remained on top of her with his hands painfully roaming and groping her body. In the course of this all her clothes deserted her and were distributed around the room as they rolled around the room knocking a coffee table out of the way and bruising Helen's thigh.

When they finished they were both panting and there was not an inch of Helen which was not shiny with his juices. Even her hair was matted and greasy as she lay on her back with him on his side beside her. He was coughing and gasping for air and she genuinely thought that he would expire there and then which, she felt, would be no bad thing.

In a very short time he recovered and then he was on her again. This nightmare process repeated three or four times and after about the fourth time as she lay on her back with her legs lewdly spread he raised himself to his knees then gripped the arm of a chair and pulled himself to his feet. He was naked now like some stooped, over sized pink chimpanzee. He grabbed her hair and pulled so that, squealing, she had to get to her feet. Still holding her hair he dragged her to the door and threw her out onto the landing and slammed the door leaving her naked and standing in confusion and panic on the bare boards. Then the door opened again and her skirt and blouse were thrown at her landing at her feet. She heard the door locked.

Helen pulled her skirt on and found that her blouse was torn but she put it on holding one hand over the place where the torn fabric exposed her left breast. She had no shoes and no reason to believe that her shoes would be coming out to her. She was sniffing back the tears as she made her way down the stairs desperately hoping that Maxie would be waiting for her. She had no money and no real idea of where she was so, if Max had deserted her, she would just have to walk barefoot and hope that she discovered a part of town which she recognised. Perhaps she could find a cab and pay him when she arrived home.

She was overcome with gratitude when she opened the street door and saw Max parked where she had left her. Helen hurried into the car and Max pulled away without a word. On the drive home Helen more or less recovered her composure. When they stopped outside Helen's home Maxie leaned over and kissed her and told her she had done well. Then Helen had to make a mad dash up her drive hoping that no-one noticed her poor state of dress. She slammed her front door behind her and leaned against it panting in relief. But now the terror had subsided all that remained was self hate. She had willingly gone into the monster's domain and willingly brought him to erection so that he could violate her. And yet it had been Maxie's command and she could no more resist such a command than she could spread her arms and take to the air. Helen sank to the floor with her back still against the door and wept as she hugged herself still smelling her own body reeking of the pungent odour from the man who had used her. Eventually she pulled herself upstairs and had a long shower.

In the days that followed Helen's mind slowly dealt with what had happened to her. The human mind is pre programmed with all sorts of survival mechanisms and one of these is its ability to tone down painful memories. Without that ability no woman would ever have more than one child.

It should also be remembered that Helen's world had been subtly changed to revolve around endorphin generating thrills so her ordeal in the top flat had certainly been humiliating, debasing and painful but it had also, in a dark and mysterious way, fulfilled a need in Helen.

As Helen waited with increasing impatience for Maxie to contact her again she could not push The Man out of her mind. He was the most disgusting creature whom she had ever encountered; the thought of him repulsed her and yet at the same time......at the same time Helen could not understand or even put into words her own thinking but he had a deep, dark fascination. It was as if he had sunk a hook deep into her psyche and he could use it to draw her thoughts to him at any time of his choosing.

Each day Helen was certain that she would hear from Max or one of her cohorts and yet still there was no word. She was still sending her daily reports but she did not dare to ask when she would be contacted again as she knew that such an enquiry was absolutely forbidden. Her thoughts kept coming back to the irrationality of the hold which The Man seemed to have gained over her mind and she feared that she was genuinely losing her sanity. What was it about him? What power did he have and how had he been able on so many occasions to appear and disappear at will?

These thoughts tormented her. He had certainly seemed real when his disgusting member had been moving inside her in that top floor flat and she had not been hooded for the journey from the flat back to her home so, despite the state she had been in during that drive, she had a fairly good idea of how to get back there.

She did not know what she hoped to achieve by going to that sleazy run down area again and part of her feared that The Man would be there waiting to abuse her all over again but something drove her so, at the first opportunity, when the girls were safely at school she got into her car and tried to retrace the journey.

She made several wrong turnings and was coming to believe that the flat had only existed in some dreamworld inside her own head but eventually she found herself driving down a litter infested, graffiti scarred road which she knew was the right one. She drove very slowly scanning the buildings which she passed and fearing that, at any moment, her car would be attacked by thugs and there was the building. It was unmistakably the right one. So it did exist. But it was wrong.

All the windows and the front door were boarded up and obscene but unimaginative graffiti had been scrawled across the boards. Helen parked a little way down the road and walked back to the scene of her ordeal at the hands of the monster. She just stood outside taking in the completely derelict state of the place.

A young woman was coming down the pavement pushing a dribbly toddler in a buggy and Helen asked her if she knew how long the building had been boarded up.

"You 'aving a laugh love?"

Helen hesitatingly assured the woman that her question was genuine.

"This is 31 Crimea Terrace. It's been like this since it 'appened."

The young mother hurried on anxious to be away from the mad woman. Helen looked at the faded number 31 painter beside the door. 31 Crimea Terrace. Of course she knew the address; the media had enjoyed a feeding frenzy when the story broke. The top floor flat had been occupied by a monster who preyed on young women to a prodigious extent. No-one knew how many victims he had destroyed but one night a mob had broken into the flat and beaten him to death. It had been said that he sat at the centre of a web of accomplices who would do his bidding in spreading his evil. He would burrow into a person's soul to uncover their deepest, darkest lusts and fantasies and then he would use those things to bend them to his will so that they became his puppets.

Helen was in a dream as she walked back to her car and then sat behind the wheel. The Monster of Crimea Terrace had met his bloody end approximately a week before Maxie brought The Inquisitor to her door. But Helen's own torment in that flat had been real and the place had not been boarded up at that time. She found herself sobbing as the long suppressed memory came flooding back. Somehow her mind had put together scraps of disjointed memory and created something which was in the wrong order. It had not been Maxie who had taken her to the flat, he had lured her there on a pretext which was no longer important and which was still locked away in her subconscious mind. Helen had been one of his unnamed and unnumbered victims. He had discovered the dark side of Helen's mind and everything which had happened to her since had flowed from that nightmare visit to 31 Crimea Terrace. 

She had no memory of driving home that day but when, still sobbing bitterly, she pulled into her drive he was there leaning against a lamp post with his silver topped cane in one hand and one of his filthy cigarettes in the other. He was coughing and she felt his eyes undressing her.