****** The Mistress Helena by JimDaGem ******
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The Mistress Helena


The Mistress Helena Copyright (C) 2000 JimDaGem

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"I therefore sentence you, Mistress Helena, to death by axe."

The mistress' head immediately clapped down into her hands, her eyes pumping
out tears. They ran down her beautiful face and onto her pink, ruffled dress,
her red hair covering her cleavage. She sobbed loudly, the cries echoing in the
throne chamber.

His majesty, King Corwin, showed no emotion as he sat high on his throne, his
hands calmly folded and resting on the long, marble counsel table. This was the
moment he had been waiting for. His counsel of twelve, six sitting on each side
of him, also showed no emotion. They cared not what happened to this dim-witted
mistress. She was but a concubine to His Majesty; a simple tool to satisfy his
"needs". For a year now he had known of her affair with a simple serving boy,
and he had been waiting to get proof. To catch her. Now was his time for
vengeance, and he was squeezing every last drop out of it.

His Majesty went on: "For the crime of displeasing the King and the Kingdom by
unacceptable acts of adultery."

These words only made her sob louder, nearly deafening the commoners who had
sat in on the trial. The great chamber was made of different shades of marble,
each shade for one of the seven provinces of the kingdom.

His Majesty had yet more to say. He had planned this thoroughly.

"The execution," he said, "will be no normal one."

The mistress Helena stopped and slowly looked up at him, hoping he would make
it quick and painless.

His Highness continued: "Rather than have a simple beheading, you shall be lead
into a meadow. You will therefore not be able to curse me by looking into my
eyes."

He awaited any reaction for a second, then went on:

"You shall be stripped to your skin and put in a stock. Three executioners will
be with you. One shall start. They will... split you down the middle. Starting
from your bottom, and all the way up to your head--"

The king was cut off by more sobbing. "Silence!" he yelled, pounding his fist
on the table. It hurt his fragile old hand a bit, but he was surging with the
buzz of taking out a year of anger so violently.

Helena quickly obeyed and struggled to hold back her tears.

The king continued: "There you will be left for all to see." Then, under his
breath, "just the way you like it..."

He paused there and stared coldly at her face. Her make-up was smeared down her
face, tears soaking her dress, strands of her red, permed hair matted to her
face. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to remember this for a lifetime;
for eternity. He took in every square inch of her face. Her blue eyes, rosy
cheeks. And yet with all this beauty he, the Old King, with one word, had
managed to turn her into the ugliest, most pathetic woman alive. And so he
recorded her face into his memory for reminiscence.

He had had enough. He was struggling to suppress his smile; to keep from
letting out a loud, scornful laugh, and he had to get back to his private
chamber fast or else he would crack up. He picked up his gavel and slammed it
down on the counsel table and said, "Dismissed."

The Mistress Helena immediately broke out into tears. His Royal Highness got up
elderly from his throne and two guards in clanging platemail swiftly took
Helena away, her cries for mercy echoing in the halls of the castle,
permanently embedding them in the commoners' minds.

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Micah took a last drag on his joint and then handed what was left to Bryan. His
axe caught the noonday sun and shined it in Guidal's face. He just closed his
eyes and ducked way. Micah didn't need to apologize. Bryan handed the joint to
Guidal, who took the last drag, then stomped it out.

Micah turned his attention from his fellow executioners and to the wide,
sprawling meadows. Veins of the Corwinian forest cut through the scenic prairie
landscape, the wagon trail running north and south like a slithering snake,
leading off over the edge of the horizon. He squinted at the north end of the
dirt road, looking for any sign of the Mistress Helena.

Suddenly he saw a hundred identical wagons heading their way, going at about a
hundred miles an hour. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and the
opened them. He saw nothing this time.

He turned his bloodshot eyes back to the crew. "Shouldn't've smoked that
marijuana."

Bryan "humphed" at this, and Guidal simple regarded him seriously. Then Bryan
said, "You know, there's a bill going through His Fuckin' Majesty to make this
shit illegal, so enjoy it while it lasts."

Guidal looked puzzled. "Why?" he asked.

"They think it may be harmful," said Bryan.

This time it was Micah who "humphed".

"That's bullshit," he said. "'Sides, it'll never pass. Corwin don't have enough
guts." He combed his grough, grayish hair with his fingers.

"How do you know?" asked Guidal. Once again he regarded Micah with hard, steady
eyes, his thinning dark hair motionless even in the calm wind.

"What do you mean, how do I know?" asked Micah. "Who's died from it?"

"It could have... long-term effects," he said.

After a considering pause, Bryan said, "Guidal, you can't be so damn
hypothetical all the time. There's no proof."

At first, Guidal said nothing. Then, "Who knows." He looked down at the ground
between them, at the three executioners' masks lying in a heap on the ground,
and thought for a moment. "Maybe, a thousand years from now, they'll make it a
crime to even have this stuff."

Micah considered this for a moment. Then he broke the silence.

"Nah, no fuckin' way."

Guidal studied him again with the same thoughtful expression. "Yeah, you're
probably right."

The men went back to their sitting on the logs and staring at the ground. After
a few moments Micah glanced over at the stock. Out of the side of his eye he
saw a covered wagon a few miles down the road. This time it was no
hallucination.

"Guys, look," he said, gesturing toward the oncoming prisoner.

The fellows did look and saw the wagon.

Bryan chuckled. "Prepare to meet the Mistress Helena."

"Prepare to see her naked," Micah added with a smirk. Guidal glanced at him for
a moment. He took his job too seriously, Micah thought.

Guidal took in a deep breath and got up. Bryan followed, then Micah. They each
moved their sitting logs to the side and Bryan helped Micah carry the stock
over to the side of the road and pound it into the ground. The wagon
disappeared behind another hill as they put the stock down.

Guidal picked up his mask and held it in his hand. It was too hot to put it on
just yet. He would wait until the wagon neared. Bryan and Micah took up their
masks as well.

The wagon finally bounced up the hill and into sight, preceded only by the
sound of the squeeky axles and the two horses' hooves. The executioners each
put on their masks and picked up their axes. Then they waited for the wagon to
come to a complete stop.

Out of the back came two guards holding Mistress Helena by the arms. She wore
some dungeon rags that made her look very sexy, her skin covered with patches
of dirt and a few cuts and bruises. Her head simply sagged and bounced back and
forth as she was led to the stock, her heart drained of hope. Her shoulder-
length, red hair hung down over her still make-up stained face.

Micah felt no feeling. He had killed hundreds in His Majesty's name, most
innocent. Quite frankly, he hated the king and would do anything to defy him
behind his back. But 30 years of experience had hardened his and his fellow
executioners' hearts, and this was quite routine. Except that she would be
split down the middle starting from her ass.

Helena's full breasts bounced with every step, sweat flowing down her body as
she thought of what was about to become of her. No, rather than feeling
remorse, he got a hard-on. Here he was, about to execute one of the most
beautiful women in all of Corwin. So hot and gorgeous that the king had found
her worthy of his, er, attention.

Micah glanced over at his fellow executioners' crotches and saw that Bryan was
also trying to conceal wood behind his matching leather trousers. Guidal, who
took his work tediously seriously, was not.

They each had their axes in their right hands, holding them where the handle
met the blade. The axes were of wood and steel. There was a blade, extending
out a foot from the handle at its widest point. Opposite the blade was a spike
that extended out about six inches. On a warrior's axe it would be sharp as a
tack, but an executioner needed only the blade, and so their spikes were dull
and rounded off.

The guards locked Helena into the stock. Bryan walked up to her and motioned
the guards to back off. They did so, solemnly returning to attention beside the
wagon. Bryan bent over and ripped off Helena's top, tossing the cloth to the
side. Her breasts, Micah noted, bobbed up and down as they were released, her
dark nipples stiff with anxiety. She gasped and a tear fell from her face.

He continued by tearing off her bottom. Once again the mounds of flesh bobbed
from the relieved pressure. The sun gleamed off her sweaty thigh and cheek like
a crystal ball. When Bryan did this she said nothing, just closed her eyes, and
another tear dropped to the ground.

Guidal stepped up behind her. He used his foot to kick her knees apart to
spread her cheeks. As he did she gasped again, but did not sob as she had in
the courts, as she had lost all hope. Guidal's actions exposed her anus to him
and Micah, the brown, swollen ring muscle poking out, tensed with anxiety, the
slick mounds of flesh sitting on either side.

As Guidal took his place on the other side of Mistress Helena Bryan adjusted
the stock to make her bend over farther, poking out her ass. Micah had to
concentrate to keep from coming in his tight pants. She just looked so sexy in
the sunlight. He would have gotten down and violated her right there, but he
could not be sure where the guards' or the driver's allegiance lay. Instead he
took his place on the East side of her.

Bryan was already at his post at the north side of Helena; at her head. Guidal
at the west, opposite Micah.

Micah raised his axe above his head. Unbeknownst to him the axe head had come
loose. When he paused at the top of his backswing the blade reversed itself,
putting the dull point foremost. Micah swung it down too fast for it to reverse
itself again, and with perfect accuracy and marksmanship the thick spike rammed
into her cunt.

"Ah!" she screamed. Or moaned. Or both.

Micah stared in awe at what had just happened. He glanced up at Bryan and
Guidal and the guards, not knowing exactly how to handle the situation. He left
the blade in her cunt, and Guidal looked from the scene below into Micah's eyes
behind his mask. The three of them exchanged glances. The Mistress Helena
strained to look up at them, and Micah took note of this. Then he removed the
axe.

This time he set the handle down on the ground and shoved the blade on with all
his might, making sure there would be no reversal. Once again he brought the
axe back over his head.

Now, at the top of his back swing, he looked back at the blade to make sure it
hadn't reversed. Then he paused. He looked back at his fellows and at the
guards. The guards had broken attention and were now watching the scene unfold.
Then Micah looked back at his blade dramatically.

He turned the blade back around.

Micah swung it back down, hitting the mark once again, ramming the steel into
Helena's tight pussy. As the cold steel brushed past her clit with blazing
speed she once again yelled out, but this time it definitely was a moan.

"Oh..."

Micah paused there, letting her juices warm up the axe. He then started swing
the axe back and forth a little, simulating a cock inside of her.

Another tear struck the ground, this one of confusion. Helena moaned again a
little, her red hair matted to her face with sweat, some strands of it in her
mouth. Micah continued his masturbation.

"Number one," said Guidal, "do it."

Micah only glared at him. He took up the axe again, checking to make sure the
slimy spike was foremost at the top of his backswing. The Mistress Helena
looked up at him with beautiful blue eyes, begging for more. This would be my
last, she thought.

Micah looked at her, then at Guidal. Then he took another swing, ramming the
now warm, juice covered steel into her hot fuck slit.

"Ohhhhh..." moaned Helena.

She now made a small, feeble attempt to move her ass back and forth with
Micah's pumping motions.

"Number one," Guidal said, now more sternly, "do it!"

"Why should he?" asked Bryan.

"His majesty would have our heads," reminded Guidal. "Do it, Number One. Get it
over with."

Helena continued to moan louder and louder, pushing her ass back into the axe
harder and farther every minute, the fleshy mounds jiggling slightly around her
anus like jello.

"I really don't care," said Micah. "How's he gonna know? You heard the ruling:
he doesn't ever want to see her again."

Guidal seemed to consider this for a moment. Then Bryan stepped forward. He
took aim with his axe, also making sure the spike was foremost, and then swung
down, ramming six inches of cold, hard steel into Mistress Helena's fuck hole.

"Oh my gods..." she moaned, her the dark brown nipples of her breasts nearly
touching the ground as she pushed back and forth.

Bryan and Micah slowly moved their axes back and forth, each going in different
directions, adding the sound of clanging steel to the Mistress Whore's moan.

Guidal stepped forward. "Number One--"

"You know," interrupted Bryan, "you just don't get it, do you? Fuck the king,
and fuck you. I've been single all my life and I hate His God Damn Majesty, and
now I'm here with the perfect body at my fuckin' mercy. So I'm gonna live it
out." Then he turned to the Mistress Helena, who looked up at him with a face
full of pleasure begging for more. "As are you."

He took his axe out of her hot, steaming cunt and dropped it on the ground.
Then he kneeled down, lifting his mask to his nose, and kissed her gingerly,
her body still moving back and forth to the beat of Micah's axe. She closed her
eyes and Micah saw their tongues pushing each other against their cheeks,
dancing around in their mouths.

Micah then took his axe out, making a slurping sound as it left, and some of
her juices leaked onto the ground. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and knelt
down behind her. He glanced at Guidal's masked face, and then at the guards
with their jaws dropped, and then back to her gleaming ass and up her thin back
and to the stock where Bryan was now unbuttoning his pants.

He placed his hands on the hot mounds of flesh and spread them, now fulling
exposing her slutty, smelly cunt and asshole to him. Her scent floated up to
his nose like a sweet perfume. He leaned down and first kissed her cunt right
on the shaved pubic area. He then playfully sucked and nibbled and pulled at
her lips, circling his tongue around the aromatic opening, his nose right in
her sweaty asshole. He playfully flicked his tongue at her clit and she moaned
a muffled moan. He looked up and saw that Bryan was receiving a blow job at the
other end of the Mistress. He couldn't see it; her face was blocked by the
stock, but he could tell from Bryan's posture.

Micah returned to his work, flicking her clit some more. Then he took the
little pouch into his mouth and pursed his lips, sucking at it.

"Ohhhh... Mmmmm..." the Mistress moaned. She pushed her ass farther, arching
her back.

He started circling his tongue around again, this time beginning to go deeper
and deeper into her fuck hole. He started pushing his tongue in and out, in and
out, using the Mistress' muffled moans to measure his effectiveness. He then
took out his tongue and started moving up to her anus, caressing the spot
between the two holes with the tip of his tongue.

As he neared her anus Bryan let out a scream of climax and came all over her
face and mouth. She eagerly took in the cum and swallowed it.

Micah continued without pausing. Now her mouth was free to moan and groan and
yell, "Yes, oh, yes!"

Micah reached her asshole and slurped his tongue around the ring muscle,
intending to lube it up enough to fuck her there. The Mistress squeeled with
excitement, moving her ass up and down, straining her body. Micah had operated
with whores long enough to know how to keep her there. She was on the edge of
climax and he hadn't even gotten started.

Satisfied, Micah got up, pulling his mask back down. "You're gonna like this,"
he told her. Over the stock he could see her cum-covered face look back at him,
panting, begging for more with her wide eyes, a stream of Bryan's cum leaking
down her cheek from a small puddle of it on her tongue. He positioned the head
of his eight inch cock at the mouth of her anus and then, without mercy, pushed
in.

"Ohhhhh, yessss!" she screamed with delight, some of the cum leaking onto the
ground.

Sensing climax in both of them, Micah picked up the pace. With his hands on his
hips he could feel every single muscle in her body flexing individually,
straining to get him deeper inside of her. She moaned with every pant,
breathing deep and heavy now, Bryan's cum dripping off her beautiful face,
those nasty mounds of ass slapping against Micah's waist.

"Ohhhh!" she screamed as she came. Now every muscle in her body flexed in
unison, pushing her ass back as far as possible, arching her back like there
was no tomorrow, struggling to get Micah's manly cock farther in her hot
asshole. At that moment Micah climaxed, too. After a second of straining she
relaxed and then strained again and again and again, yelling out loud as she
pushed back with all her might into Micah's cock. And Micah returned the favor,
pushing and shoving he cock in as hard as he could.

She gave one final shove, feeling more cum fill her stomach, and then
collapsed, still in the stock.

Micah took his dick out, got up, and rebuttoned his pants. He glanced up at
Guidal; he had seemed quiet. He was jacking off, as were the guards, and the
moment Micah looked at him he came all over Mistress Helena's back. Bryan
unlocked the stock for her and she reached back with her hand, smearing the
lines of cum all over her back and licking the excess off her hand. Then she
lay there looking off into the horizon, in doing so showing off her curves
against the grass.

"Now you must kill me," she said.

Micah looked at her. The guards were done now, their pants rebuttoned.

"Fuck it. You're coming with us," he said.

She looked at him with surprise. "What? Where?"

Micah locked eyes with the guards and said, "South. To Comradorth. We'll be
safe from King Cockram there." The guards did nothing to object.

Mistress Helena's bruises and scratches were already beginning to diminish. Her
body was now covered with sweat. She said nothing as she got up solemnly.

Micah, Guidal, and Bryan now took off their masks and threw them aside.
Mistress Helena got up and put her sorry excuse for some clothes back on. She
looked sexy in them, though.

The driver had been watching all this and said, in his husky dwarven accent,
"Indeed, his majesty can go fuck himself."

Bryan, Mistress Helena, Guidal, the guards, and Micah got in the back and sat
on the benches of the prisoner transport.

Just as they were about to leave Micah told the driver to stop. He asked the
guards for a pencil and parchment -- any law enforcement of the king was
required to carry some for note taking. Micah wrote:

Dear Royal Fuckin' Majesty:

You just don't find good pussy like that anymore.

They all signed it with their seal. Then Micah took the note and added:

P.S. Your Mistress informs us she has gonorrhea.

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