0 comments/ 77153 views/ 3 favorites Helena By: copperkitty Helena watched the servants finish packing her things. On the morrow, she would begin a journey with her parents to meet and marry her husband-to-be. As a woman, she of course had no say in whom she married, but she trusted her father's judgment, and was certain he had made an excellent choice. The man she was to marry was an extremely wealthy duke, highly noted throughout the country. Often, Lord Gustavo had fought in wars for the king of the land, and always turned out victorious. Helena considered herself very lucky to have him as a bridegroom. She was known as one of the most beautiful women in the country, and many men wished to have her as their own. She was not ignorant of this, and often used it to her advantage. With long, curled golden hair and sparkling blue-gray eyes, she flaunted her looks as much as possible. Of course, as she was about to be a married woman, she stopped doing so. Teasing men suddenly no longer pleased her, though she was still a virgin, and with her lineage, no one would touch her without permission. But no matter how modestly she dressed, her pert breasts always tantalized the men in her company, and her small frame begged to be touched and pleasured. However, she was a Christian in this modern sixteenth century, and while some women gave themselves willingly to men, she had preserved herself for marriage. The road to Boccai was long. Her father wished to go by sea, but her mother insisted on the longer, more dangerous route by land. Helena would have liked to go by water, but the ocean made her sick, and so she agreed with he mother that they should travel by carriage, not ship. Had the women known that the journey would have turned out disastrous, they would gladly have agreed to water passage. After three days of riding, and only a day away from their destination, they reached an ominous looking forest. Sir Adan, Helena's father, was persistent in their cutting across it. It would save them an extra day's travel, he argued. The women, being mere women, had no say in the matter, but closely followed Adan towards their destination. Three-quarters of the way through, a man appeared. "Who are you," Sir Adan demanded, sword drawn. "Jus' a poor traveling bard," said the poor, traveling bard. Indeed he looked like a bard, with a lap harp slung over one shoulder and a small bag of possessions in hand. "I can play ye a song, if ye'd like," he added. The bridal party relented; he appeared harmless. He struck a chord, a most terrible sound, and began to sing off-key. "You are no bard!" cried Adan. At that, a group of bandits jumped out of the forest. They brandished knives and swords, outnumbering Adan and his men. Frightened, Helena fled, running in the direction the group had been heading. Her mother could not move. At the edge of the wood, the girl found a large bush that she hid behind. The bandits had been so preoccupied with fighting her father's men, they failed to notice her escape. She managed to take with her a small parcel, hoping it contained food and drink. Sliding to the ground behind the bush, she gasped for air. When several hours passed, Helena at last dared to peer out from her hiding place. She heard nothing but birds and the breeze in the branches above her head. The only sight that greeted her was the brown and green foliage of late August. The sun was approaching the horizon, and she began to grow hungry. She slipped the crude string from around her parcel, and opened it, praying for food. Instead, she was greeted with the clothing of a boy's; it belonged to the squire of a knight in their company. She grimaced, and her stomach did, too. It fell silent just in time, for voices could be heard approaching. "Well, they are all dead." "All dead? I thought there was a girl with 'em. We ought to find her afore she squeals on us." The "bard" and another of his men were walking down the path. From their conversation, she could tell they had succeeded in killing her entourage. She stayed silent, for they made plans to kill her, too. It would be very easy to find her, being a woman and alone, they figured. After they moved on, Helena sat thinking. She was not stupid as most women were at the time, and so she donned the squire's tunic and breeches, leaving her elegant gown and underthings in the forest. Her breasts were just small enough that she could lace her own corset, so she made sure the laces were tight enough to keep them flat. This was not terribly difficult, as minimizing the breasts and accentuating the hips was the fashion of the day, and exactly what the corset was designed to do. Finally, she arranged her hair into a queue. As a finishing touch, she stuffed a handkerchief in the breeches, emulating a man's bulge, and was fairly satisfied that she could pass as a young boy. She then set out for the town overlooked by the wood. A large manor house was the first building she encountered, besides elaborate stables, and so she knocked on the large, oak door. A man cracked it open. "What?" he said with a scowl. "I-I'm looking for the city of Boccai," she said nervously. "Well, you've found it!" he exclaimed, and motioned to close the door. "Wait! Can you tell me, then, where I might find Lord Gustavo di Boccai?" The servant opened the door wider. "You seem to be a good guesser, boy. You've found his manor, as well." He dragged her into the exquisite hall, and towards a sitting room. She followed nervously, but glad that her disguise seemed to be working. At least, in the post-sunset light, and candlelight of the manor, it worked. What full daylight would brings, she did not know. In the sitting room a fire blazed in the fireplace. A regal man sat in one of the few chairs in the room. As one who had been used to servants and slaves, Helena knew how to act as though she were an inferior. "My Lord," she bowed. "Rise," said the man in the chair. She lifted her head, keeping her back bent in the bow. "Who are you, and what do you want?" "My Lord." She took a deep breath, and then lowered her eyes. "I come from Sir Adan. He, and everyone traveling with him were mercilessly slaughtered in the forest today by bandits-I am the only one left alive." There was an uncomfortable silence. The man, Gustavo, studied Helena. The dim light offered all the protection she could hope for. His face grim, he continued to question her. "What is your name, boy?" "I'm, um, Henri," she said. "Well, Henri, I must ask why you did not perish with your Master." She had not anticipated this sort of question, so she told the truth. "I was frightened, and I ran, My Lord." "That is very unbecoming of a male. Why, child, did you not stay to help your Master?" "I…um…well, I am only a simple servant, My Lord. I did not know what to do, and I though I would, uh, try to find help." Her answers seemed to satisfy him, so far. "And my bride? She is dead, too?" Helena looked up, startled. This motion seemed to annoy Gustavo, and she quickly looked at the stone flooring. "I am sorry, My Lord." She said no more, but was very impressed that he would think of a woman when her father lay dead somewhere in a forest. As far as she could tell, he was an incredibly handsome man, but as a serving boy, and one who had abandoned his master in a time of need, she felt she was not permitted to look directly at him. Gustavo was a fair man by anyone's standards, though very militant. He expected everything to be scheduled perfectly, his troops to be in exact formation, and everything in his life was symmetrical. Because of the ordered style his father had trained him with, he was a man who was in control. This little Italian boy seemed honest, but it irked him that such a beautiful woman as Helena was rumored to be now lay dead, and he was alive. "Well, Henri. I shall have to make a deal with you. As you have abandoned your Master and Mistresses to be killed by rogues, you should not go unpunished. You also, it would seem, have no place to stay. As punishment for loosing so many precious lives, you shall be my personal slave. Is that agreed?" Helena had a strong urge to reveal her true self, but with the bandits on the lookout for her, she did not feel safe in doing so. Besides, she had already fooled him into thinking she was male, and she did not think he would take kindly to such a trick. At least as the Duke's personal slave, she would always be in his protection, should they come after her. He had mentioned that she had no place to stay, which was also true. Before she could answer, Gustavo said, "I assure you that if you go out there alone," he gestured toward a window to emphasize his point, "slavers will capture you anyway, and you will not be treated nearly as well as you will be treated here." If Helena had any remaining doubts, they were gone. "Yes, sir. I agree with your conditions." "Good. Now come; your first lesson will be in attending me until I have fallen asleep." She followed behind Gustavo through the hallways of the manor to his luxurious chambers. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, standing on a high dais. An ornate bureau stood to the side, and in a corner was a scribe's table and heavy chair. There was an adjacent room with a carved, wooden tub. She did not wish to look behind the door. She was instructed to undress the Duke and help him into a nightgown. Never having seen a man nude before, Helena did her best not to stare. She had heard about the things men and women did together, of course, but she did not expect a man's…member…to be so large. Gustavo watched her. "What are you looking at, boy?" he teased. "I-I am sorry, milord," she blushed and looked at her hands. He did not reply. Next, Helena was instructed to turn down the fine-woven sheets on the bed. She did so with shaking hands, and watched as the duke climbed in. She tucked the bedclothes around his body and moved to the foot of the bed, where a pallet lay for her to sleep on. The straw mat was less comfortable than she was used to, though better than she would normally have expected. With only the fire crackling, she fell asleep before the Duke. Fortunately, Helena woke before he did, too. She crept off of her mattress to the east-facing window. Tendrils of light began to fill the sky, and she loathed leaving the glorious sight. But behind her, the duke called for attendance. "Henri, come here!" She slowly moved to him, feeling that her situation was a bit ironic. She dressed Gustavo in his daily outfit and made the bed. Following him to the dining hall, she found herself expected to wait behind him, pouring wine when he demanded and ensure that his plate was piled with food until he finished. She had not eaten since dinner the day before, and was hungry. But Helena had been around slaves, and they did not ask to eat; those that did were flogged. She stood behind her lord's chair, and when he was done, he let her go into the kitchen and eat what was left on his plate only. After that, she knew to keep his dish filled always with food, for that was all she was ever allotted. Helena ran errands, delivered messages, and followed her Master about everywhere he called for. She found herself enjoying Gustavo's company, and more, she thought she was falling in love with him. The afternoon of her first day, she was given a pony and rode behind his large horse into the forest where her family was murdered. The stench of rotting flesh attracted flies. Gustavo ordered that the deceased be sent back to Adan for proper burial. "What is odd, though, is that I do not see any woman fitting Helena's description," he noted. Helena could not keep from weeping at the site. "Maybe…maybe they took Helena…for, well, you know, milord," she said, trying to cover her tracks. "That is Master Adan's lady," she added, nodding toward her poor mother. Gustavo agreed that the rogues, for their pleasure, had most likely taken Helena. He had also seen his slave's tears, and this had endeared him to the boy. Perhaps Henri was a coward, but he was yet young, and would learn that fear was an unnecessary emotion. The dedication in his face and eyes earned him sympathy from his master, but a good master would not show it. They mounted and rode back to manor. A few nights later, Gustavo casually asked Helena if she had ever been in love. Shocked, she sat upright on her pallet. That was not a question masters generally asked of their slaves. "I suppose I have been." She wished to ask why, but knew that a good slave would not ask a question that crossed his Master. Then, he asked, "What was she like?" Helena's thoughts raced through her head. Should she tell him that she had fallen in love with him? Deciding she would seem ridiculous if she did, she replied, "She was a lot like…like you, My Lord." "Like me? Then, dear boy, I am very sorry for you. I am sure you could find a better woman than one like me! How old was she?" "About your age, too," Helena said dismally. Gustavo was appalled. "If you are going to fall in love, you ought to be older than the woman, not younger! And so much younger! Honestly, at my age women are not worth falling in love with." Helena smiled in the dark. He had no clue that she spoke of him. The subject was never brought up again. A few weeks after Gustavo had gained his slave, he decided it was time he bathed. "Now, slave, I will show you how to bathe me," he said. Helena paled. When he was naked, he seemed more intimidating than when he was clothed. At least in dressing him, he was without garments for only a few minutes. And Helena had seen him look at her with lusty eyes. She did not think that he knew she was a woman, but this concerned her. There had been a time when she was dismissed to relieve herself. Going back to her Master, Helena had heard him speaking with a guest. He confided in the other man that he wished his slave were a woman, at times. Henri's personality and temperament certainly fit that of a woman's. She decided she would have to be more careful, and so she observed men closely, seeking to emulate their temperament and disposition. In any case, she found herself with a very naked man, washing his body as he instructed her. Eventually, he was satisfied that he was clean enough and she dried off his muscular body. Always she averted her eyes as much as possible. She was afraid to appear too interested in his body, although she could stare at his Roman features for hours on end. And he was more than happy to let her watch. He did not normally lust after men, but this effeminate boy had won a special place in his heart. And he felt that Henri adored him, perhaps in a way that he should not. As though comforting himself, he would tell himself that the ancients preferred homosexual relationships to heterosexual. He had expressed a desire that his little slave were female, not male. But this night, he at last decided that, as Henri would never change his gender, he would have to do something. Henri was more nervous than Gustavo had every seen him. As he wrapped his Master in towels, he was told to kneel. Carefully, he did as he was told. Gustavo finished drying himself off, then flung the towels across the room. His member slowly grew, looking at the boy kneeling submissively in front of him. Henri lowered his eyes as Gustavo began to stroke it. "Henri. This lesson that I will teach you is…different than anything you have learned before." Helena looked up, past his cock, searching his eyes for what he was implying. "My Lord, I-" "Don't speak. Just do as I tell you. Now then, give me your hands." Her fingers were long and slender, compared to his. This was a mystery that had often puzzled Gustavo, how his slave's body was so unmanly. Taking the boy's hands, he wrapped them around his member. "Stroke it," he whispered. She did not mind, really, although she had never come into contact with a man so intimately. She stroked gently, sometimes tugging at it, quite unsure of what to do. "Act as though you were pleasuring yourself," commanded the Duke. Helena flushed a deep red, which did not look unnatural in the firelight. Obviously, she had never stroked herself before, and she still did not know what to do. The Duke let her explore him for several minutes, enjoying the slave's touch. "Now, Henri, I would like for you to kiss it." She looked at him in astonishment. "My Lord?" "Kiss it. Put your lips around it and suck it, my boy," he told her. She shook, but kissed his cock and placed it in her mouth. The man relished at the feeling of her soft tongue licking the head, and her warm, wet mouth engulfing him. His self-control lasted long enough that she was beginning to feel comfortable with their position. She then felt him tense, and as she tried to pull away, his hands twisted themselves in her hair and forced her back onto his cock. A gooey, hot liquid filled her mouth, more bitter than the worst of wines. When he finished and released her head, she immediately spit his cum out onto the stone floor. "I'm sorry, my Lord! Please forgive me," she begged, teary-eyed. "It is alright, Henri. It was your first time." The slave took a towel, still damp from her Master's bath, and cleaned up the mess. She found herself lifted to her feet when she was done, Gustavo's fingers trying to push down her breeches. "Master…what are you doing?" she cried in alarm. He was about to discover her secret. "Shh, boy. I only wish to return the favor." She pushed him away. "That is unnecessary, Sir. Please, I would prefer you didn't." Helena hated saying that. She desperately wanted him to touch her, make love to her, but if he did that, he would know she was not what he thought. After living with him, even for a week, she could not bear him to be disappointed in her and send her away. "But it is necessary," he replied. She made for the door, but Gustavo was faster than she. He slung her over his shoulder, and she cried out. "No, please, don't!" Squirming, hitting, and kicking made no difference to the Duke. He was more resolved to have his slave the more she struggled. He tossed her on the bed, and reached for heavy iron chains she had somehow neglected to notice. It was fortunate, thought he, that he had anticipated this resistance, and had the chains attached to the bed earlier that day. First her slim wrists, then her ankles, the Duke secured her to the bed. She tried to free herself, but the iron bonds were unyielding. Gustavo took his dagger from the scribe's desk, the silver metal glittering in the firelight. He cut away her shirt. Noticing the corset around her chest, he asked with astonishment, "What are you hiding?" That was cut away, too. Her breasts came free, and she turned deep scarlet. He touched her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. She moaned, and he moved back to undressing her. He sliced at the breeches, and held up the handkerchief she had there. "Nice. Now," he said, kissing her neck, "is there anything else you would like to tell me that I didn't know?" She writhed under his touch as he stroked her lithe body. "I've never been with a man before," she whispered, arching towards him. His mouth seized hers, and she kissed him back. They kissed for a long, long time, the Duke gracefully stooped over the bed to meet the immobilized girl's lips with his own. When he at last broke the kiss, she whimpered. "Don't do that, sweet," he said, "or I shall be forced to resort to more drastic measures." "Like what?" Helena dared. "Well, I might have to do this, for instance," he replied, and began again down her neck, toward her exposed breasts. "Wouldn't it be easier if you were on the bed, My Lord?" she pointed out. He smoothly positioned himself over her body, and continued. She could feel his fingers as they outlined her breasts, her nipples, and traveled down her body to her dampening pussy. It was covered with a few dark, coarse hairs that curled even more as they got wet. Her breathing quickened as Gustavo's mouth worshipped her rosy nipples. He caressed her clit, and she strained in her bonds, moaning all the while. Kissing down her belly, Gustavo found the place where his fingers were, and moved his fingers lower. She could not move, but had she the ability, she would have spread her legs wider. She was squirming again, this time not with the terror of what discovery would bring, but pleasure that she had not know existed. "Oh…please, don't stop!" she cried out. Helena Sophia, decked out in her most revealing clothes she had, descended down the stairs into Helena's basement. She looked around appreciatively. The walls had every kind of punishment device imaginable: Whips, crops, belts, ropes, handcuffs, you name it, she had it. Sophia slowly walked around the room, trailing her fingers along some of the torture racks set up. She admired the inverted Cross frame, the various chains and bracelets hanging from the ceiling, and below them ankle cuffs. As she finished her circuit of the room, her eyes fell on the various things on the wall beside the pony. "Oh Helena, this is going to be perfect for you my little whore." she purred softly, and reached out softly rubbing her hand along the pony. Admiring its V shape with a softly rounded top. "Oh yes, that little whore will never escape me again!" she laughed again, looking at Helena, "this will do just fine." Helena begin to think. Had her idea of role playing backfired on her? She did not like the look in Mistress Sophia's eyes. They seemed to glow with cruelty. Mistress Sophia walked back to her whore, slowly circling her, one finger tracing a line around her at chest level. "Helena, are going to have so much fun aren't we? This was a great idea." Standing behind her whore, Mistress Sophia reached out and yanked Helena's tube top down to her waist. Then, raising her whore's hands over her head, Mistress Sophia attached the overhead cuffs. Giving a good pull she made sure Helena was firmly attached and unable to escape. Mistress Sophia pulled on the chains raising Helena up and totally off her feet. Walking around behind her, she quickly striped the rest of the woman's clothes off, leaving her hanging completely by her arms, naked and defenseless. Mistress Sophia bent down and shackled her whore's ankles to the floor cuffs. Helena was now completely suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, and the floor cuffs made sure she could barely move. Mistress Sophia slapped her whore's ass in an affectionate manner, then walking around in front of her, leaned over to suck one of her taut nipples into her mouth. Looking down in astonishment at the gentleness Helena was totally confused. She grew more confused as her Mistress began to gently rub her mound, delicately tracing a path up and down her slit. When Mistress Sophia got to her knees and began to make tender love with her mouth, Helena got even more nervous. After a few more moments, Helena was racked by a pleasant yet small orgasm, and when her Mistress looked up from between her legs and smiled innocently, Helena finally understood. Seeing the dawning comprehension in her whore's eyes, Sophia smiled, then burst out laughing. "Oh yes my precious whore, today is the day. Today I am going to do my best all for you. And I will fuck you my precious little one. You will never fantasize about being with another woman as long as you live." Smiling deviously, Mistress Sophia turned to the wall, pulling down a belt. "And I will start slow, and work you over until you are crying and screaming, then I will continue some more. You will be pushed to your physical and physiological limit." As she felt the first sting of the belt across her ass, Helena realized her Mistress was totally serious, and fully capable of taking over her for her sexual pleasure and needs. "Sophia," Helena spoke, "Are sure about this?" Of course there was no need to ask her lover that. She already knew the answer. "Oh yes, baby. You're mine. You strayed from me and thought you could cheat. How dare you? You must be punished, and you thought this would be a great way to spice things up. Don't you remember my innocent little Helena?" Helena knew how much punishment she could take, but the look in her Mistresses' eyes scared her more than ever. She let out the usual groans expected from a whore, but her mind kept returning to the look in her Mistresses' eyes. Slowly she felt the pain before the pleasure. Helena looked on in dismay. Her Mistress was going to treat her as nothing more than a job. Helena shivered. Looking around, she had just realized just how much torment she might be subjected to, and cried. Totally inside, not daring to show any sign weakness. "Sophia-" "From now on my little fuck whore, you will call me mistress." "Mistress, I love you." "Then show me!" Sophia replied angrily and fingering her. As her Mistress slowly looked her over, Helena realized a very simple fact. Miss. Sophia would not stop. Dreading the pain coming, but willing herself to stand firm, Helena readied herself for pain, for major torture. But she knew, she KNEW that she could just hold out quivering, Helena readied herself. Sophia just walked around the whore. The belt lashing out, striking her ass and tits, and a few times an especially hard lash between her legs. Helena would see a small smile play at the corners of on her Mistress lips each time she jumped. Sophia would stop for a minute to grab her head to the side so she could give her intoxicating kisses. She would start by kissing her lips, leaving love bites on her neck and fondling with her breasts. Then she would suck, pinch and twist each of her nipples until they became erect. Sophia's love making was enough to make anyone go wild with excitement and anticipation. It never mattered who you were, whether you were the lucky victim or a spectator. After ten minutes, not one spot on her victim's body had been left alone. Sophia noticed Helena was hanging a bit limp, and listened to Helena's slow gasps. Finally, she recovered for one more round. "You have been a very good girl. Keep it up, love." Sophia untied her young lover and laid with her on the floor. Helena was grateful that her torture had ended. Or at least it seemed that way. As the two kissed, her Mistress got an idea. She dreaded that she did more than ever. As captor had promised, it was to get worse and much more intense. Then just saying the one word needed, "toilet" "Sophia," Helena said shaking. "I know that you're angry. I know that I hurt you, and I'm sorry, but does it really warrant this." "Don't be disobedient with me." Sophia said, a surge of anger went through her captor's mind. "When I saw you kissing that woman last night. You have no idea how angry I got." "You made your anger quite clear." "Do not interrupt me! You saw no where near how clear my anger was! I could have killed you both right then and there one the spot! If you act like a lowlife whore, I'm going to treat you like one." With that, Sophia stripped completely, squatted over her whores mouth and began pissing. When her bladder was once empty, she waited for Helena to finish cleaning her waxed pussy of any leftover piss and come and stood up. "Get Up!" Sophia ordered. She went over to the table, turned around looking at the various hanging bracelets and frames scattered around the room. Choosing a simple table with appropriate shackles, she ordered Helena onto it face down and secured her firmly in place. Taking up a nice light effective whip, Sophia began to strike Helena's ass. She set up a nice regular rhythm and made each stoke a bit harder then the last one. Soon Helena was squirming, so Sophia just beat her ass even harder with the whip. While whipping Helena's ass, Sophia could feel herself getting wet watching how she turned Helena's ass from white to red in moments. Sophia stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then changed whips to a heavier more painful one. Raising her arm, Sophia let her hardest blow go, the whip cracking into Helena's bruised ass making a sound like a pistol shot. Helena screamed which excited Sophia so much she began beating Helena all the more, moving from her ass, down her legs, and across her back. With each strike Helena would scream, and the screaming seemed to never stop, Sophia was whipping her so fast and hard. Sophia slowed the strokes when she noticed Helena was bleeding from her back and ass. Nothing too severe of course, Sophia knew what she was doing. She walked to the front of the table, grabbed Helena's hair and yanked her up for another deep kiss, then licked her face clean of the tears. "Mmmm... Don't cry, love," Sophia said with compassion, while still holding her up by the hair, Sophia didn't spit in her face, but she did slam her face down onto the table. Helena's eyes grew as large as they possibly could, and then some. She realized that this woman, her lover of more than seven years, really could be so cruel. There really was no word for it, well, except sadist. Helena knew that she was angry at her for cheating on her. She knew and she was sorry. Then comprehension hit her again. She realized this was nothing compared to whatever Sophia had planned next. Helena started to cry as she realized that she would break eventually. She was just thankful it was her Mistress Sophia that was doing the breaking, and break her, she would. Sophia untied Helena and led her to the small table where she had been enjoying her coffee. Sophia calmly poured Helena a coffee. As she held the cup out to her whore, Sophia was very pleased indeed. Helena's arm barely shook as she accepted the gift from her Mistress. Both of them sitting there, calmly appraising each other, and totally reveling in the shared experience. Each giving the other what was so desperately wanted, desired and needed. Helena waited, not daring to meet her Mistress's eyes, lest it cause another immediate punishment. "You have done quite well... so far Helena," Sophia exclaimed. "Thank you Mistress," Helena mumbled, trying to remember her place and her rights as a slave, which weren't many at all. Both girls just sat there enjoying the moment. So seldom does it ever occur that a Mistress may find a whore worthy of her, or a whore find a Mistress worthy of her either. Both just sat there enjoying the moment. Sophia then raised her feet onto the chair looking at Helena. "Suck me, taste me, tongue fuck me." Sophia said. Helena immediately dropped to her knees in front of Sophia, quickly fastening her mouth over Sophia's pussy waiting for the golden champagne she so loved to drink from her Mistress. Sophia then reached down caressing her whore's hair. God, Sophia thought, I am so lucky with this bitch. Easy to train, eager to please, a definite keeper she thought just as her bladder finally let loose. Sophia thrust her hips slightly forward to allow her Helena easier access, then just relaxed letting it all flow, listening to the gentle gurgle coming from between her legs. Once she was done with her toilet, and her toilet had finished cleaning her completely, Sophia stood. "Look over there, I need you to go and fasten yourself to the new equipment." Sophia said to Helena, looking to where her Mistress pointed, but could not understand what was so new about it. It was just a sort of familiar box frame with shackles attached for her wrists and ankles. She was used to the cross frame, and sure this was a little different, but she was still confused. But, her Mistress had told her to, so she went over and began fastening herself down. Helena went and fastened herself down as best as she could. Now obviously she could never do all of her straps. However do you think that our devious Sophia cared? Helena was on a box frame. Very old fashioned, a simple square frame. But Sophia liked its simplicity for this reason. She had made very minor changes to it. After fastening the final strap locking Helena in place, Sophia was glad to show off. "This is, so simple. I do NOT say it will bring out the best in you whore, I am saying though that it is the best for all around spanking and whipping. When you first look it does look like a square. But when you looked closer you see the hinges. Small hinges that would allow me to position you in nearly any way I want to." For one beautiful, but rare moment, their eyes met. Walking over, Sophia fastened the last cuff, making sure Helena was firmly tightened in the straps. Sophia just walked around, slowly circling her whore, enjoying her attentions. Going back to her table, Sophia picked up a riding crop, and strode back to Helena. As tears roll down the whore's face, Sophia began to whip her breasts with the riding crop. Smashing her nipples with the crop brings a delightful scream from her whore's throat exciting Sophia even more and causing her to redouble her nipple whipping. After a few minutes, Helena's breasts are bright red, bruises forming, and a little bit of blood trickles from one breasts. They are completely marked by her Mistresses lashings. Putting the crop down for a moment, Sophia leans into Helena and licks the tears off her face. Digging her fingers into Helena's breasts, Sophia steps back pulling the whore's breasts out as far as they will go. Helena just whimpers. Sophia leans forward again and bites down hard on one nipple, her right hand going between her whore's legs to rub her mound. Sophia slides two fingers into her whore's moist pussy and begins finger fucking her. Kneeling down, she begins to suck on Helena's clit, her fingers pumping in and out of the whore's pussy. Helena begins moaning louder and louder, her juices wetting her Mistresses face and hand, then she lets out a scream as she comes. Then she lets out a shriek as she feels her Mistress bite down hard on her outer labia. Sophia stands and rubs her wet face against the whore's lips. "You are doing splendidly, I am very proud of you." Kissing her softly on the lips Sophia whispers to Helena. Helena's eyes brim with tears of happiness as she gazes back into her loving Mistresses eyes. Sophia picks up the crop and begins rubbing it between Helena's legs. Soon Helena is orgasming again, her juices soaking the riding crop in her Mistresses hand. Sophia raises the crop to her face and licks some of the whore juice, then presses it to Helena's face and watches her lick it totally clean of her juices. Sophia steps back and goes behind Helena. Raising her arm she begins raining hard blows on Helena's back. Striking her across her shoulder blades, and down to her ass and back up. Sophia keeps up her beating until Helena starts to go a bit limp, but Sophia does not stop. Her whore was still screaming so beautifully. Sophia feels herself getting wet as nice large bruises form on Helena's back. Some of her blows were harder than she realized as some of the welts are bleeding slightly. Her arm finally grows tired, so Sophia stops and moves to Helena's front, pulling one of her nipples out as far as it will go, she kissed Helena, then heads back towards her table to sit for awhile. Sitting down, catching her breath she admires her handiwork. Helena is standing again, her face has one bright red welt across it, and below her neck it is a mass of welts and bruises. Sophia just loves the way Helena looks at her waiting, she knows there will be more punishment shortly. Finally, getting her breath back, Sophia takes another sip of coffee and looks at her beautiful whore Helena. Still tightly bound to the box frame, she seems to have recovered nicely and her eyes are glowing with pain pleasure and lust. Sophia is very pleased with her whore's reactions and can't wait to get started on her again. Standing Sophia heads over to the table and grabs a different whip. This one has long slender horse hair attached to the handle. Just perfect for breaking skin lightly, and of course pain. Sophia startles Helena as she grabs the side of the frame and tilts it backwards. Helena obviously did not notice the changes her Mistress had made to it. Tilting it back until Helena upside down, Sophia stepped back and enjoyed the moment. Her whore totally helpless before anything her mind could devise to do to her. Not able to wait any longer, Sophia went around to face Helena's ass, and immediately began whipping her ass with the new whip. Sophia could see Helena's ass cheeks clench tightly with the pain. She was obviously surprised this whip could hurt so much. Sophia kept up a repetitive whipping against her ass, delighting in the sounds of the whip making it swooshing noise as it headed towards Helena, then the final whack as it cracked firmly into her flesh. Soon Helena's ass was even more red than before. Partly because of all the small cuts that now appeared across her ass, the blood slowly dripping down her back and onto the floor where Helena could see it. Going back to the table, Sophia dipped the horse hairs of the whip into her bowl of vinegar, spreading them around to get fully covered, then headed back and began an even stronger, harsher whipping of the whores ass. At the first strong slash of the whip against her ass, Helena let out a very satisfying scream. The whip bruising and lightly cutting her flesh, and the vinegar going into the cuts already there. Enjoying the new screams and groans, Sophia kept up the whipping, only pausing now and then to put fresh vinegar on the whip ends. Soon Helena's screams got a little fainter. She was once again becoming used to the pain, or ready to pass out. Sophia didn't really care which, she just wanted to hear some more screaming from her wonderful pussy whore. She headed back to the table, and after placing the whip back picked up a candle and lighter and headed back to Helena's ass. By now Helena was crying and sobbing making a puddle on the floor with her tears. She was trying to twist in her bonds to see behind her as to what her Mistress was doing, but all she could see were Sophia's feet. Using the small amounts of fresh blood still leaking from Helena's butt cheeks, Sophia lubricated the long thick candle, then inserted the bottom slowly into Helena's ass. As she felt it begin to enter her asshole, Helena let out another piercing shriek and began bucking wildly. Sophia had carefully chosen a candle that was just a bit wider than the entrance to Helena's anus. Letting the candle pop out, Sophia slapped Helena's ass a few times with her right hand as hard as she could. Then, rubbing the candle with the bit of blood on her palms from the spanks, Sophia gently placed it at the entrance of Helena's asshole and just waited. slowly Helena's sobs decreased and then finally stopped. Sophia squeezed Helena's cheeks gently and began licking her buttocks and anus, gently nipping her way around each sex cheek. As she felt Helena slowly relax, Sophia suddenly grabbed the candle in both hands and slammed it into Helena's ass driving it into her ass halfway up the candles length. Helena's newest screams of pain were a total delight to Sophia's ears. The candle was definitely too wide for Helena, and she felt like she was being ripped wide open. But her Mistress had guessed the width quite correctly and it stretched her ass too its absolute limit with a bit of bleeding but no real damage. Waiting for her whore to slowly get accustomed to the candle sticking proudly out of her butt, Sophia absent mindedly played with Helena's obviously very aroused pussy. When Helena's cries had finally changed to a mild sobbing, Sophia lit the candle, smiling when Helena shuddered at the sound of the lighter sparking to life. Making sure the candle was well lit and went back to her chair and coffee and waited for the next round of pain and pleasure to start. Sophia sipped her coffee enjoying the fact that Helena knew she was nowhere near her, and therefore was totally unprepared for anymore pain. Waiting until she could see a wax dripping halfway down the candle, Sophia started tapping her fingers on the table. She knew this would make Helena relax just that tiny bit more knowing her Mistress was still across the room. Watching that nice fat bead of wax slowly drip down the candle was also getting Sophia extremely aroused, anticipating the screams from her whore when the hot wax settled onto her sensitive fuck hole. Sophia actually shuddered in delight at the thought wetting herself even more. Helena Sophia sat perfectly still in her chair, her eyes glued to the candle and that fat bead of wax slowly making its inexorable way towards Helena's beautiful ass. Trying to time it just right, Sophia waited until it had mere centimeters to go to reach Helena, then asked Helena how she was feeling. Helena replied, "I am feeling wonderful Miss...TRESS....." Helena shrieked the last part out. Sophia had managed to get her timing perfect. The hot wax had hit the sensitive area of Helena's ass at the base of the candle just as she was finishing her answer to her Mistress. Sophia clapped in delight, her eyes lighting up with enjoyment as Helena shrieked and began bucking in her bonds. As Helena kept writhing in her bonds, Sophia noticed new torment headed Helena's way. Sure enough, her gyrations had caused all the hot wax in the top of the candle to overflow and was heading toward Helena's ass. As the small flood of wax hit Helena's already bruised and bloody flesh, she let out ear splitting screams of agony. Sophia just leaned back in her chair watching Helena, thoroughly enjoying the look of pain in her eyes and the sounds of her screams and cries. Slowly Helena's screams faded and all that could be heard was her constant quiet sobbing. Tears were flowing freely from eyes filled with pain and terror and just a hint of love as she looked at her Mistress watching her. Sophia walked over to Helena, noticing Helena's eyes widen with renewed fear. Sophia pulled on the candle and it made a squishy popping noise as it came out of Helena's tortured asshole. Waiting until Helena's asshole closed almost all the way, Sophia blew out the candle, then tilted it over and poured the last of the wax onto Helena's tortured bum hole. Quickly stepping back as Helena began screaming and bucking, Sophia walked over to the table replacing the candle, and picked up a washcloth. Helena watched the washcloth in her Mistresses hand with dread, knowing it must contain vinegar and that new pain would soon course through her racked body. Seeing her whores ass cheeks clenched tightly, Sophia ordered her to relax, and smashed her ass with a paddle. After just a few moments, Helena had relaxed, and Sophia applied the washcloth to the wax-coated ass. Helena sighed as she realized the washcloth was only soaked in cool water and felt relief course through her as her Mistress slowly washed her, cleaning up all the blood. Then she felt one quick searing pain that ended almost immediately. It felt like part of her ass had been ripped away. Then in front of her eyes, her Mistress held the large gob of wax that had just a few seconds ago been a part of her ass. Sophia went back to washing Helena's bum, cleaning her up as best she could, and providing the soothing relief she knew her whore needed at just that moment. Kneeling in front of her whore, Sophia slowly began kissing her. Opening her mouth wider, and sucking on Helena's lip, then darting her tongue inside. Slowly Helena relaxed and began to respond to the kiss. Sophia laid down on her side, and grabbing Helena by the back of the head kept up with the kissing, rolling her head slightly, constantly sucking on Helena's lips and tongue, her kiss becoming more passionate and erotic with every passing second. Helena began to moan slightly which seemed to be a signal because her Mistress suddenly stood up, and Helena felt the frame being tilted once again. In a moment, Helena was facing the ceiling, like she was in bed, and not tied securely to a torture rack. Sophia went back to Helena's face, her kisses growing almost frantic, her tongue probing deep into the whores mouth, her teeth gently nipping and pulling on her lips. Sophia panted a bit, gently bit Helena's nose then softly kissed each one of her whores eyes. Standing for a moment, Sophia went to the table and tossed down a glass of water. Helena could hear her Mistress sigh again, and thought she could even smell the excitement wafting from her Mistresses pussy. Sophia headed back to Helena and just buried her nose deep into her whores cunt, just breathing in her musky woman scent, her nose quickly soaking in whore juice. Circling her outer then inner lips with the tip of her tongue, gently flicking the clit, Sophia pressed in and stabbed her tongue deep inside her whore's pussy, wringing a groan of pleasure from the tortured whore. Within moments Sophia's face was splattered with the whore's cum, and she greedily licked her whores pussy juices as Helena had another intense shuddering climax. Pausing for a moment to enjoy watching Helena's contractions, Sophia finished lapping her whores pussy clean of all cum juices, then stood and began to undo her shackles. Once she had Helena fully undone, she helped her to her feet, proud of the way her whore didn't whimper one bit, even though you could see the still intense pain in her every move. "I love you Sophia." "I love you too Helena." Helena & Troy I was getting restless. I felt as though everybody’s eyes were on me in the restaurant. I was alone at a table for two and had been for an hour now. I guessed my blind date wasn’t going to show up. I cursed my friend for setting me up with an unreliable guy. I hadn’t dated since I split up with Jason and it wasn’t exactly doing my self confidence much good to be stood up. The only question now was how to make an exit without looking like more of a fool than I already did. Suddenly someone sat down in front of me and I looked into a pair of dark eyes. The eyes belonged to the best looking guy I’d ever seen. He was forgiven for being so late. “Are you Jack?” I asked him. “No, my name is Troy. I’ve been watching you from the bar and I couldn’t stand seeing a pretty girl like you being stood up.” He smiled at me and revealed impeccable white teeth. “Thank you Troy,” I said. “But I really should go now.” He reached across the table and took my hand. “Please don’t go, let me buy you dinner. Not all guys are swine.” He must have read my mind. “OK, I’ll stay.” Those eyes had me hypnotised. We had a pleasant meal and I laughed like never before at the stories Troy told me. When it was time for me to leave he walked me out and tried to find me a cab. The rain was pouring down and there was no cab to be seen. I guessed I was going to have to walk in the pouring rain. “Would you let me drive you home?” Troy asked. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I still didn’t know a lot about him. “I promise you’ll be safe. I just don’t like the thought of you walking these streets alone at night.” He walked me to a car park behind the restaurant and opened a European sports car. He opened the door for me and made sure I was comfortable and then he got in on his side. I guided him through the streets to my apartment building and there was a free spot just outside. He pulled in and jumped out of the car. Before I had a chance to react he was holding my door open and holding out his hand for me. I gave him my key to unlock the door to the building and he followed me up the stairs to my apartment. He unlocked the door and gave me the keys. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Helena,” he said with a smile. “Thank you Troy. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” “You would have been alright,” he smiled and moved forward and kissed my cheek. I turned and smiled at him and he kissed my lips. He leaned up against me, pushing me towards the doorframe and kissed me again, his body hard against mine. I could feel a growing bulge in his pants. I hadn’t been with a guy for half a year and I recognised the wet feeling spreading between my thighs. I hardly knew this guy but I knew that I wanted to fuck him. I pulled away from him, breathless. “Do you want to come inside?” I asked. “I’d like that very much,” he replied and kissed me again, while closing the door behind us. His bulge was getting bigger and harder and the wet patch in my g-strings was growing. He zipped my dress open and let it fall to the floor. He unclasped my 34DD black satin bra and cupped my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on one of my nipples. It looked so erotic. His dark face on my milky white skin. His black fingers cupping my other breast and stroking the pink nipple with his thumb. I moaned out loud from the pleasure he was already giving me. He moved down and pulled off my stockings and then finally my g-strings. He stepped back and looked at my body. At 22 my tits were round and firm despite their big size and being a redhead I had very pale skin. I had a small triangle of red hair on my pussy and a tattoo of a rose on my hip. “You’re beautiful Helena,” Troy said and picked me up. He carried me to my bedroom and put me down on my double bed. He placed himself between my thighs and kissed my damp snatch. I sighed with pleasure. He licked the length of my slit, tasting my overflowing juices. Then he let his tongue slip inside. He teased my clit with his tongue and then he circled my hole. He dipped deep inside my wet hole and made a happy sound. He dipped in again and again. He was tongue fucking me. I writhed underneath him and he held me in place with his strong hands. Then he let a finger slip inside my cunt. I knew that I was tight. Jason had struggled to fit inside me and he wasn’t very well hung at all. He wiggled his finger around and I cried out with delight. His lips homed in on my clit and started sucking on it, repeatedly flickering his tongue across it. I was in heaven. I’d only been eaten a few times before and it’d never been like this. Troy seemed to know instinctively how to please me, where my pleasure spots were. I pulled at my tits and thrust my head from side to side. Soon I gave up and gave in to his mouth. I cried out as I came all over his face. He pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, letting me taste my cum on his lips. “You tasted great, baby,” he said and spotted a scarf that I used to tie my hair back with by the side of the bed. He took it and tied my hands to the bed head. I’d never been tied up before, but I felt excited when Troy did it. I could see from his bulge that he wasn’t likely to leave any time soon. “Where did you put the keys, baby?” he asked. “I just want to get some things from my car.” I told him where to find the keys and I heard the door close behind him. I looked down at my damp bush. I wanted so much to touch myself between my legs and make myself cum again. That was obviously why Troy had tied me up. He wanted me to wait for him. I was wondering what he was getting in the car. Maybe a change of clothes before he got undressed. He soon came back and walked into my bedroom with a smile on his face and a bag in his hand. He got undressed in front of me. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his muscular body. When he finally pulled his briefs off I gasped at the sight of his huge cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be big but this guy was huge. And I could tell he wasn’t fully erect yet. He pulled out handcuffs from his bag and cuffed my hands behind my back. “Kneel!” he told me and I did. He shoved his cock at my face and I opened my mouth to taste it. “Did I tell you to suck?” he asked. “No.” “No – what?” “No Sir.” “You don’t suck my cock until I tell you to.” He reached back into his bag and pulled out a whip. He whipped me across my tits. “Now what do you say?” “I’m sorry Sir.” I replied, feeling strangely turned on by this violence, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt me. I’d never tried this kind of rough sex before, but I’d read about it and I’d masturbated while fantasizing about it. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded me. “Please Sir, can I suck your cock?” I begged him. “Of course you can,” he replied and grabbed hold of my hair. I opened wide and sucked him as deep as I could but I could still only fit half of him inside. I started bobbing my head backwards and forward and he kept shoving himself a bit deeper into my throat. He made me gag at his size, but it only turned him on more, doing it again. After a while he pulled out of my mouth and I was faced with his full size. I estimated it at a good 11 inches and almost as thick as my knuckle. He laughed when he saw my eyes. “You’ll be begging for my cock in your cunt tonight,” he predicted. I didn’t doubt him. He handcuffed me to the head of the bed and made me get on my knees. He placed two clamps on my nipples and they ate into my flesh. He caressed my ass, running his finger along my slit that was out in the open for him to enjoy looking at. He grabbed his whip again and whacked it on my ass. I winced as I felt it sting. He whipped me several times in succession and I could feel my ass getting redder. Then he aimed the whip to start hitting my cunt. Once, twice, three times… My juices were running down my legs. He ran his fingers over my thighs. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he wanted to know. “Yes I am, Sir,” I replied. He whipped me again, calling me a slut and I knew that he was right. “What do you want?” he asked me. “Please fuck me Sir,” I cried out. “Tell me what you want to feel.” “I want your big cock in my cunt Sir,” I begged. “Of course you do, slut!” He threw the whip to the side and kneeled behind me. I was so ripe and ready for him. He pressed his cock head against my wet slit and soon it popped in. I gasped as I felt his size. He stopped where he was, I was still adjusting to his size. “Hey baby, how do you like my big, fat cock in your tight little cunt?” “I love it,” I panted. “Please let me feel more, Sir.” He laughed and then he thrust himself inside me. I cried out as his massive shaft filled me. I thought he was going to rip me apart, but I strangely adjusted to his size. He slid in and out of my wet hole. First slowly, but he soon picked up the pace. He slammed hard inside me, hitting my womb and stretching me wide. The next time he came even harder and deeper. Then he pulled my nipple clamps. The pain was unbearable but I didn’t care. It only made the pleasure in my cunt even greater. I winced every time he slammed into my swollen ass but he didn’t stop. And I didn’t want him to stop. He was so big in my cunt. His balls slammed into my clit making me moan out with pleasure. He pulled my nipple clamps harder. He tugged at them, pulling my tits apart and squeezed my tits with his fingers. “Are you ready to cum, baby?” he shouted out. “Yes Sir,” I panted. “Then cum!” I didn’t need more encouragement. My body quivered and my cunt squeezed him hard. He let go of my tits, grabbed hold of my hips and buried himself inside me. With a loud groan he let go and shot his loud deep inside my cunt. He stayed inside my warm hole for a while, catching his breath. When he pulled out he clamped my pussy lips shut with his fingers while his hand searched through his bag. He brought out a glass and placed it between my thighs. “Don’t move, baby,” he said. “I want you to catch all my cum in that glass. If you don’t I’m going to be really angry.” I heard him go into the bathroom and I heard the shower going. My legs were cramping. I was dying to lie down, but I knew that if I did I’d spill his precious cum. The nipple clamps were once again getting uncomfortable, but I couldn’t remove them since my hands were cuffed to the bed. Troy was still naked when he came back. He looked inside the glass. “Not bad, but I think we can squeeze some more out.” Once again he started whipping me, and he was right. With ever strike I winced and squeezed out some more cum into the glass. After 10 times he seemed satisfied. “Are you thirsty, slut?” he asked me and I nodded. “I said, are you thirsty, slut?” he raised his voice. “Yes Sir, please let me drink your cum,” I begged. “Well, since you ask so nicely I’ll let you.” He poured his cum, mixed with my juices, in a bowl and placed it in front of me. I quickly lapped it up. He looked at me delightedly. Once again he uncuffed me from the bed and cuffed my hands behind my back. He lay next to me. “I want you to suck me hard again.” I quickly went to work. It was difficult to suck him in this position without having my hands to lean on. I kept falling forward, making my nipple clamps dig into my flesh even harder. But I sucked him into my mouth and felt him grow. He tasted wonderful. I couldn’t get enough of him and his wonderful cock. He pressed my head down to take more of him inside my mouth. “Straddle me,” he said. I straddled his hips and rested with his cock head against my dripping cunt. My thighs were cramping due to the uncomfortable position. I longed to feel his cock inside me. He looked at my face and read my mind. He reached up and pulled and tugged my tits. I still didn’t dare slide down. He made me lean over to kiss him and I still kept him out of my cunt. “You’re a good slut,” he said. “You can have a reward, what do you want?” “I want your cock again, Sir.” “Then have it!” I slammed down as soon as I heard those words. Once again his massive member was tearing me apart and it felt so good. We moved our hips in unison, fucking slowly with long and deliberate strokes. Then I gasped. I was going to cum. I couldn’t stop myself. His giant shaft felt so good in my tight cunt, I couldn’t stop myself. “Please let me cum, Sir,” I begged. “No.” “I have to cum, Sir.” “If you cum you’re going to have to pay for it,” he warned me. I knew he was telling the truth, but I had to give in. I had to surrender to the pleasure of his fucking. I cried out and my cunt squeezed him tight as my body shook. My orgasm wasn’t over yet when I felt his hand against my skin. He slapped my tits hard. He slapped me again and again. His cock still fucking my cunt, he slapped me. The feeling of him pumping me while slapping me had me horny again so I didn’t mind. I thought it was great punishment. “Get off me,” he said and I slowly let his cock out of my wet prison. “On your knees,” he commanded and I lay on my knees. My hands were still tied behind my back so I buried my head in the pillow, waiting to feel his delicious cock in my cunt again. I felt his weight behind me. He was squirting something, but I couldn’t tell what. When he placed his cock against my asshole I knew what it was. He’d lubed up his entire shaft. I begged into the pillow for him not to take my ass, but he wasn’t listening. Slowly, slowly he slid inside. I cried out in pain, but he wasn’t listening. I couldn’t believe how flexible my ass was, he was soon inside me and started fucking my ass. The pain was unbearable, but once again my body betrayed me. Troy reached round and started massaging my clit while fucking my ass and I soon started moaning again, not in pain, but with pleasure. He’d timed it perfectly. The moment he was ready to cum he gave my clit a final push and I came with him. He shot a full load up my bowels and then he pulled out. I felt my asshole closing up behind him, with cum trickling out ever so slowly. He uncuffed me and pulled the clamps off my nipples. He lay down and took me in his arms. He caressed my naked tits with his dark hands. “You were wonderful, baby,” he smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed being fucked in the ass.” He kissed me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth. “You little white girls sure do like it rough, don’t you?” he asked. “I never knew I did before tonight,” I admitted. “That’s because you’d never had my cock before,” he said confidently, but without bragging. He knew it was true. “How about a quickie before I have to go?” I nodded and he took me to the shower. He made me clean his cock and by the time I was done it was hard again. He grabbed me by my ass cheeks and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock found his way into my cunt without any help. Since we’d both cum a couple of times already we fucked harder and faster this time. He was slamming me into the tiles and grinding his cock deep in my cunt. I started feeling a quivering sensation and held back as long as I could. Then the pleasure took over my body and I screamed out. I came so violently around his shaft that it sent him over the edge and he shot another load into my cunt. He rested against me for a brief moment and then he pulled out and stepped out of the shower. “Don’t move baby,” I want to see our cum running down your thighs. I stayed in the shower, our combined juices escaping my body, while he dressed. He turned off the water and kissed me. “You’ll hear from me Helena,” he promised. I did hear from him. I hear from him at least once a week. He comes over, we fuck like animals and each time he tries a new contraption on my body. Then he disappears again. I don’t know where he lives or if Troy really is his real name, but he has a key to my apartment and comes and goes as he pleases. Helena Dementieva In this year Roland Garros Tennis Tournament in Paris, I was assigned to be an assistant to the tennis players. I had this chance as I am an 18 year old tennis player in the Youth Tennis Club of Roland Garros. My name is Karl, I am 5ft 8, 150 Lbs, blond with blue eyes. One more precision, the assistants are assigned to help only one player, it is decide after all the assistants, pick out in turn all the names in a big bowl. Of course most assistants are delighted to pick the name of a great tennis player as it means that they have good chances to spend more time with them as they go further in the tournament. When it was my turn, I picked up the little paper and I could read : Helena Dementieva. I was quite happy to pick her of course being a tennis player in a club, I know a lot about tennis players and although Helena is not a very well known player, she is ok and she looks fantastic. For those who do not know her very well, she is a 22 year old blond Russian Tennis player. So, this is how I ended up being the assistant of Helena for as long as she would be qualified for the next step of the tournament. I met her for the first time in the qualifications, I was so happy to be the only one to be allowed to enter her changing room she used for her matches at all times, the only other person allowed there was her coach. I introduced myself to her and after 3 matches which she won quite easily. We spoke together after the match and after she got changed. "It was a very good match, Miss Dementieva, that you did back there," I started. "Yes, Karl, it was, but please could you call me Helena, we are getting to know each other now." "Ok,... Helena," I replied. She was so friendly that indeed we had started to speak quite a lot together, before and after the matches. So it went on like this for some time and with a lot of respect from my part towards her. When she reached the quarter finals, I went in her changing room, knocking before hand, 3 minutes after the match ended. She was using a towel to dry the sweat off her neck and harms, while her coach was talking about the match she had just one qualifying her for the semi final. She had a wonderful smile on her face, as she was so happy to be finally in a semi final of a great tournament. I did not say a thing and waited for her to finish her talk with her coach. Finally her coach told her she had to meet him in an hour for dinner. She agreed and finally left the changing room. "Hey, Karl, I am so happy to be in semi final, you should join my coach and I tonight for the dinner, you are my lucky charm," she told me smiling. "Well, I am happy that you consider me to be a lucky charm, but you have so much talent it made no doubt you would qualify Helena," I replied blushing form the comment she made earlier. "Well thank you, so will you join us for dinner," she insisted. "Ok, with great pleasure." She was happy about it,, it seemed and she asked me to do some stuff for her while she showered. I was handling all her equipment while she was showering in the shower situated behind a door at the very back of the changing room. As I was handling her equipment and putting it away in her bags, I came across her clean clothes. I realised that she must have forgotten them and will need them to change in the shower. I could still hear the water running, so I started going through her clothes, there was a light blue top, a white short skirt which would probably be around halfway up her thigh. I continued searching the bag and found a lacy white bra and quickly looked at the label in order to find out her size, 38-C. Wow, great I thought to myself, when finally I found her white lacy string matching the bra. I immediately started imagining her in this outfit for a while. Then I grabbed all her clean clothes, with out forgetting to put the bra and string at the top to show her that I had seen them. I was indeed wondering what would be her reaction. I walked to her door still earring the water running. I knocked : "What is it??"Asked Helena. "Helena, you forgot your clean clothes, you might need them," I replied. I heard her unlock the door and as she opened it, the only thing I could see was her face smiling at me as the rest of her body was hidden behind the door. "Thank you Karl," she said smiling and obviously embarrassed as she saw her underwear on the top of the pile I was giving her. "Thought you might need them," I joked, laughing. "Yeah, I guess you are right. Oh, please can you put those outfits in my bag please?" She asked me. "Err... Ok," I replied, taking her dirty clothes from her left hand. She closed the door and I immediately heard the water running again. I went back to the bench where all her stuff were, and started putting her tennis outfit in the bag. I came across her sweaty sporty underwear, but there was not much excitement in seeing this. Suddenly, a thought came across my mind, I had not heard her lock the shower door. Is it possible that she forgot, I thought? Hesitantly I moved towards the door very carefully and taking a deep breath slowly opened her shower door, being very careful not to make any noise. What I saw then was just wonderful, despite the steam coming from her very hot shower, I could see her in the shower, obviously taking great pleasure in this hot water. She had her back turned towards me, so I could look at her bare arse. She has fantastic legs, very strong and what looked like a very firm pair of arse cheeks as well. She let her hand slip against her skin and caress her boobs and towards her pussy. Is she possible she is going to caress herself right now I thought. Her hand stayed there for about a minute then moved back up, obviously I was not that lucky. She slowly reached for the tap and turned of the shower, I quickly closed the door and put her sweaty clothes in her bag. 5 minutes later she went outside and we went for dinner. The next match which was the semi final took place 2 days later. The dinner had really increased our friendship and her trust in me. I did not even knock at the door now before entering her changing room. Her coach still did, which made me quite proud. After an hour of practice before her match, I brought her equipment to her. "Can you bring this training equipment to my changing room?" She asked. "No problem, Helena and good luck for this match you are the best." I replied. She headed towards the central court, followed by her coach as I went back to her locker room. I placed the equipment on the bench and went through her clothes, that she had worn all morning. I directly went for her navy blue lacy thong. I got an instant hard on as I could smell the aroma of her pussy. This smell was intoxicating. I just could not resist. I pulled down my shorts and boxers before stroking my cock covered with her thong. I stroke faster and faster, with my head full of images of her in the shower, wondering what her pussy would feel like around my cock. Precum slowly soaked the fabric of her thong, as I felt that familiar tingle in my balls. I knew I would not last long and still to excited continued to beat my cock very hard and fast. Finally cumming in her thong all over where her pussy lips would be. I was in total ecstasy and grunted quite loudly as the pleasure flooded my brain. I cooled down and suddenly realised that she would for sure realise what I had done. I got quite scared, but resisted the panic and thought for a while. Ok, I thought, usually a match last for around 2 hours, so if I wash it, it should be dry by when she comes out of her match. The match had only started for 15 minutes and I cleaned her thong thoroughly before putting it to dry hanging in the shower. I moved out to go and watch Helena's match. When I arrived in the tribunes, she was loosing but not by much, as both players rested, she was looking around the tribune I got up and waved at her. She saw me and smiled. The match started again, and finally she won the semi final match. I quickly went in to the locker room and checked if her thong was dry, thank god , it was!! I quickly grabbed it and ran to her bag to put it neatly with her other clothes. Helena came in and jumped in my arms, obviously delighted of her victory and qualification for the final. The coach entered the room and told her: "You did a good job, but I believe that for the final we will train only for 40 minutes and I will give you 20 minutes alone in your changing room to rest for a while and concentrate on the match." "Why?" Asked Helena. "Well your performance was good today, but you seemed to lack concentration and freshness at the beginning of the match." "Ok coach." The coach went back out and I did my usual stuff in her locker room as she went for the shower this time locking the bathroom. For the final she did her training, and stopped earlier as her coach had requested. She had fallen a few times on the ground and she was quite dirty, so I knew she would get changed into her clean outfit before the final and waited 5 minutes before entering her changing room as usual with out knocking on the door. She turned quickly towards me as she heard the sound of the door closing behind me. She was in her sporty underwear only and ready to put on her clean gears. "woooooops," I said smiling. She blushed immediately, "ah...well don't worry, Karl, I could do with some company I hate staying alone in the locker room before a match." "Ok," I said. I moved towards her and she started putting on her short that she wore under her skirt. I just wanted to touch her, so I faked slipping on the floor and fell forward on her. She fell slowly on her arse and back with me on top of her. She looked in my eyes and started laughing. I laughed with her, enjoying the feel of her body against my body. My right hand was squashed between my torso and her left breast, my left hand was under her right arse cheek. As she giggled her pubic bone, moved up and down against my dick which hardened immediately. She did not seem to notice as she kept laughing. I was just too turned on, I slightly squeezed her arse cheek and her left boob. She did not seem to notice, so I continued fondling her breast and arse cheek. She suddenly stopped laughing and I put my lips on hers. Her eyes were wide open as in shock and I slowly inserted my tongue in her mouth which she opened slightly to mumble something I did not understand. I kept French kissing her as my hand went under her bra in order to caress directly her tit. Her nipple hardened under my palm as I moved my left hand from under her butt in order to lower my shorts and boxers, freeing my hard on. She tried to push me away, but I pressed on her body with all my weight and I started caressing her panties covered crotch. I unclasped her bra easily as it was a front opening one and started sucking on her left nipple, occasionally licking her nipple with the tip of my tongue. She protested: "No, no...Karl, PLEASE NO!!!" I did not reply and proceeded further sliding my hand in her panties, and slowly caressing her pussy which eventually got wetter and wetter. She kept saying no, but I did not listen to her, I could not, the girl I had craved for, for 2 weeks, was under my control and I would not let her go. Although she was still trying to push me away, her breath deepened as I inserted two fingers in her wet cunt and her body betrayed her as her hips slowly moved to meet my fingers with each stroke. I moved her panty aside and she froze as she felt the tip of my cock between her pussy lips entering one inch at a time. She tried to close her legs but with my body in the middle, it was to no use. "Please, Karl, don't," She begged me. "OOOOOOhhhh..." She breathed out as I plunged the rest of my 7 inches cock into her pussy. I started thrusting in her pussy harder and harder. She did not try to fight me anymore, her arms were now holding me around my neck, keeping my face on her boob and her legs wrapped around my back. "Ooooooh...Da...Mmmmmmffff," I kept pounding her hard and with long strokes, I now moved my head to suck on her other nipple and could feel myself close to cumming. I stroke her clit with my finger as I kept thrusting into her wet and warm pussy. The feeling was just incredible. "MMMMhhhhh...MMhhhhh," I grunted as I was so close to my orgasm. "AAAAAahhhh...AAAAAHHHhh!!! Please, don't...cum in MEEEEE!!!" "I want to make you cum," I replied. "Yyyeeeeeeahhhhhh I aaaaam... cum...cccuuu...uumming, NOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!" She screamed out. I felt so close to cumming, but I pulled out and as she was still in her delirium from her wild orgasm, I jerked my dick over her body and came in big white spurts all over her flat belly. "MMmm...," She breathed out, as she felt the warm sperm hit her skin. "I love you Helena," I managed between two spurts. She did not reply but spread my sperm on her skin, smiling at me. "Well," she said, "I better get going for my final." She got up, put the rest of her clothes on and left with her equipment, but her legs still seemed quite shaky from her orgasm. Needless to say that despite her smile, I felt very bad about what I had just done to Helena, but this feeling was also mixed with contentment. I pulled my shorts and boxers up before going to watch her tennis match. Strangely she only looked at me once during that match, and finally she lost the final. I eventually met her after the final and she let me in. Her coach went away and I started talking to her. "I...I...I'm...," I stuttered. "Shush," she said putting one of her finger to my lips. "I am not mad at you also you completely exhausted me before my final. I want to thank you for no cumming in me earlier, I am ovulating right now and I am not on the pill, this would have ruined my career." I did not know what to say so I stayed silent. She approached me and started French kissing me. We kissed for about five minutes before I felt her hand slides in my shorts and grab my semi-erect cock. She started stroking my cock slowly as my cock grew harder in her soft fingers. She stopped her kiss and added "hope you still have some strength in you, you need to comfort me after my defeat." I nodded and we had sex in the changing room that evening. I never really regretted what I did to her, after all the only thing she lost was a final but we both gained friendship and love. We talk together on the phone quite regularly and she invited me to her house next month and believe me, I can't wait!!!