Chapter 9
It didn't take Helene long to find out that I was seeing Stephanie again. She was extremely upset, extremely angry. I don't think that I had ever seen so much venom in her eyes, so much pure hatred. She was dressed in tight leather shorts, high heels, and a white blouse, through which could easily be seen the pointed cones of her large, creamy white breasts.
"Where have you been?" she asked, as I walked through the door.
"Away," I replied. "I told you that I went for a walk. That's where I've been."
"You're a liar."
"No..." I protested.
"Shut up," she screamed. "You pig. I should have known that I couldn't trust you. After everything that I've given you, I feel hurt that you could go and cheat on me. You bastard! You fucking bastard."
I could see that there was no point in trying to hide it from her any longer. I must have been a fool to think that she wouldn't catch onto me sooner or later. Well, I was glad that she knew. I was never a very comfortable liar.
"Okay," I admitted. "There is someone else."
"Who?"
"Her name is Stephanie," I whispered. "She's a girl that I've known for quite awhile, even before I met you, even before I came to live with you. I might as well tell you everything. I'm in love with her."
"You love me!"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "You want to keep me on your mantle, like a caged bird. I can't love you. You're too much like my mother, like my sister. Stephanie is different. She wants me as a person. All you're interested in is my prick, my cock."-I reached down to my fly and pulled it out.-"That's what you're interested in. Your husband Gerald used to treat you like a hole, a cunt. Now you're getting even with him, through me. Isn't that true?"
"No.. . No."
"Sure it is," I screamed. "Don't think that I haven't seen what was happening, what you were doing to me. Remember the first time that we were together? Remember how you made me fuck you in the ass?"
"So... I liked it that way. You liked it too, didn't you?"
"That's not the point," I sighed. "You were trying to degrade me, weren't you? You want to destroy me the way your husband Gerald destroyed you. I can see the web that you've been spinning, trying to catch me, trying to trap me like a fly. Well, I can't stand it any longer. I want my freedom. I need it, can't live without it. No one is going to put me in a cage, not even you."
Outside, a warm rain was beginning to fall. It was the last day of August, the end of the summer. The sky was dark, and cloudy, ominous. A fast wind blew through the trees, shaking the soft leaves. The sound of thunder filled the air oppressively.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Helene suddenly. "I've never seen you like this before. That Stephanie has turned your head against me, made you forget all the nice things that I've done for you. Don't you want to come to bed with me? Don't you want to fuck me? Sure you do. I can fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Don't you remember how nice the two of us were together, coming all the time? Don't you remember how much you used to like me? Are you going to throw all that away for some silly high-school tramp."
"She's not a tramp."
"Sure she is," whispered Helene. "I know the type. She probably does it with anyone who ask her to. She probably has a dozen waiting for her after you're gone. Girls like that can never get enough sex. Girls like that are never satisfied."
"It's not true and you know it," I whispered. "You're being spiteful. You want to fill my head with lies, so that I'll come crawling back to you. Well, it won't work. I'm onto your game."
Helene got up from where she was sitting. Her eyes were heavy with mascara, slanted at a devilish angle. She was wearing leather gloves on her hands, and carrying a big leather whip which I had never seen before. She cracked the whip in front of me, missing my face by inches.
"Hey put that down," I protested.
"What if I don't?"
"C'mon, that's dangerous."
"Is it now?" she laughed. "Gerald used to beat me with a whip just like this one. He used to tie me down, with my legs spread so that my cunt was completely exposed. Then he used to hit me right across the hole. It was terrible, simply terrible. There were times when I had to go to the hospital for treatment. That's how badly he used to whip me. Gerald was a bastard. All men are bastards. Yes, you're all basically no good bastards."
It seemed as though something had suddenly snapped in Helene's mind, as though she had lost all sense of reason. She continued to snap the bullwhip in front of me, forcing me back against the wall, till I could retreat no further. Her eyes were burning with anger, with hatred. I could see that she wanted revenge, and that I had now become a convenient scapegoat.
"Listen," I said. "Maybe you're right? Maybe Gerald was a bastard? But he's the one that you ought to get, not me. What did I do that was so bad? After all, I'm not married to you or anything like that. If I want to leave you, I've got the right."
"No, you can't leave me," screamed Helene possessively. "I won't let you leave me. I'll kill you before I let you out of this house. You're mine, mine, all mine. You belong to me. Haven't I given you everything that you've ever wanted? You're not going to make a fool out of me, treat me like a dog. I won't let you discard me like yesterday's old newspaper." '
Suddenly, without warning, the lash struck me across the back of my neck. The force of the blow caused me to tip over, to fall to the floor. I must have struck my head against a nearby chair, because I started to black out, losing consciousness.
I don't know how long I was out cold, though I estimate that it must have been at least an hour. In that time, Helene had managed to drag me down to the basement, stripping me completely naked and tying me to a beam in the middle of the room. When I opened my eyes, I saw her standing in front of me, still brandishing the whip, dressed in leather shorts, and a white see-through blouse-the same outfit that she had been wearing when I first came into the house.
"Hey, let me out of here," I coughed, still a bit dazed, my head aching with pain.
"Where do you want to go? To Stephanie?"
"Listen," I screamed. "A joke is a joke, but I really think that you're carrying this little game a bit too far. Now, would you kindly untie me and let me get out of here. I don't think this is very funny."
"Neither do I," announced Helene. "But it isn't supposed to be funny. I'm dead serious."
She walked over to me, reaching out with gloved hands to my exposed phallus. It was soft, droopy, hanging across my testicles like a sleeping snake. Helene began to caress it, to fondle it, to rub it. She even bent over to lick the meaty cockhead with her long, lascivious tongue. She manipulated it, applying a vigorous friction to its surface, till it stiffened and started to grow.
"Nice, very nice," she purred, as she felt the erection expand in her hand, till she could hardly hold it any longer. It was hot, throbbing, aroused. She began to moan, as she stared at it wildly, a smile on her red lips.
"You're such a nice boy," said Helene. "This cock of yours is the nicest part of you. I like it so much that I can't help touching it, kissing it, licking it. You know that my insides are churning like a cauldron, cooking like a warm broth. I can't wait till you put that thing inside of me, till you fuck me again. Oh, Bobby, I simply can't wait till you're shoving it up my eunt."
"Why don't you untie me first," I said softly. "Then it'll be just like old times. Then I'll kiss you, and hug you, and thrill you the way that you want me to. Huh, why don't you just come over here and untie my hands and my feet?"
"You must take me for some sort of fool," whispered Helene. "I know what you'll do if I untie you. You'll leave me for sure, won't you? You'll go to that whore Stephanie, that cheap tart. No, I can't untie you just yet. First I'm going to have to punish you for being a very bad boy. I'm going to have to whip you for running away from me, for cheating on me, for destroying our sacred love. Yes, you've got to pay for what you did, for all the bad things that happened between you and Stephanie."
I tried to protest, to argue with her, but it was too late. Suddenly, without warning, the tongue of the lash struck my flesh. My body began to tingle, as Helene continued to rain blow after blow with her whip. She struck me on the neck, on the stomach, on my legs and even across my face. She seemed to be avoiding my genitals, as she administered the beating. I could see small trickles of sweat forming on her forehead, rolling down her red cheeks, to her chin.
"Does it hurt?" she asked mockingly, beating me with all of her strength. I bit my lips, and closed my eyes tightly, trying not to think of the overwhelming pain that I was experiencing. Tiny red welts were forming on my flesh, and in spots I was beginning to bleed.
"Stop...."I cried. "Please stop."
Helene paid no attention to me, to my painful anguish. It was as though she was lost in a world of her own, in her own private world of sadistic fantasy. I'm sure that in her own mind, she believed that it was Gerald whom she was beating. Finally, after all the years of suppressed hatred, she was getting even with him, through me. There was nothing that I could do to stop her, to make her see the wickedness of her actions. I gritted my teeth, as the pain washed over me, like wave after wave of water hitting the sandy beach.
"You bastard," she screamed, exhausted. She stopped for a moment, wiping perspiration from her brow. Then, with a wicked smile on her face, she started to unbutton her blouse. She let it fall to the floor, kicking it away with her feet. Now she was standing in front of me half naked, her large, juicy breasts completely exposed. She walked over to me and brushed them across my chest, across my stomach, like a soothing balm.
"This is what you could have had," she whispered. "Look how big they are, how round, how luscious. Don't tell me that you can resist. Don't tell me that I don't excite you, arouse you."
"But you do," I moaned. "You're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. Just untie me, and let me touch you, kiss you, feel you."
"Not yet," she laughed, drawing back from me. She picked up the whip again, and started to poke the wooden part against my testicles, between my legs. She began to rub it across the length of my firm erection.
"It's amazing," she said. "I beat you and beat you and beat you till I was nearly exhausted and you still managed to keep a boner through all that. I wonder what would happen if I started to hit you across that cock of yours. Then you would be whistling a different tune."
"No!"
"Why not?" she asked laughing. Suddenly she brought down the tongue of the lash across the sensitive flesh of my genitals. She didn't hit me hard enough to do any permanent damage, but the pain was excruciatingly bitter nonetheless. She hit me across the balls and cock with a wild frenzy, with a sadistic passion. Again and again, she brought the lash across my body, across my burning organ. I tried to keep from screaming, but it was impossible. I was on fire, in deep pain.
"Ahhhhhh...." I shouted at the top of my lungs, biting my tongue. Suddenly I started to think of my mother and my sister. I don't know what made their pictures flash into my brain, but the harder Helene hit me, the more I found myself thinking of them, of the incestuous affairs in which I had indulged.
"Harder, hit me harder," I suddenly begged. "I deserve it for what I did to Janice. I deserve it for what I did to my mother. Go on, whip me till I can stand it any longer. Beat me with all your might."
Helene continued to bring the lash down across my genitals, hitting me with the biting tongue of the lash. This continued for about fifteen minutes. When it was over, the great guilt that had been plaguing me for months, since that Thursday when I went to bed with Janice, was gone. It was as though the beating had cleansed me, purged me of my guilt. Although my body was burning with pain, I felt better than I had felt in a long, long time. That gnawing, oppressive feeling which had haunted me, plagued me like a ghost, was finally driven out of me, driven out of mind. I was free again, pure again, innocent again. I gave out a great sigh of relief.
"What are you so happy about?" asked Helene suddenly.
"You wouldn't understand."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you? I knew that you were basically a masochist at heart. Now you're ready for a little sex. I can see that you're ready for a good screw."
"Yes, all right," I muttered. Helene undid the snap of her shorts. The zipper slowly spread open, along the line of her crotch, falling nearly to her ankles. She was wearing lemon yellow panties, against which was clearly visible the coppery strands of pubic hair that grew underneath. She lunged with her hands to the waistband and wiggled out of them, so that she stood completely naked.
"Shall I untie you?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Will you fuck me in the ass?" she whispered.
"This is going to be our last time together, isn't it."
"Yes."
"I want you to fuck me in the ass before you go. Do you think that you're up to it."
"Yes."
She walked over to me, and undid the cords that held me to the beam. I felt a little numb, dazed, as she led me to the couch, near the basement window. She made me lie down, and started to kiss my sore, swollen body. She took my cock into her mouth and licked it with her sweet tongue, with her saliva. Soon it grew erect, firm, long and hard as a pole. She bit it with her teeth and gave a few good heavy sucks with her lips.
"Do it to me now," she said, turning over on her stomach.
"Yes," I cried, falling on top of her. Before I knew what had happened, I was inside of her, with my throbbing phallus climbing up her hot little ass, rubbing against the tight anal orifice. I closed my eyes and forgot about the pain that was wracking my body. I was in heaven once again, lost in the sweet pleasures of unbridled sexuality.
"That's good," I cried. "That's really good."