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Helen (MF ds)

James pressed Helen forcefully up against the wall and held the
tip of the knife to her bare throat. With his free hand he
moulded his palm to fit the curve of her breast, his thumb
caressing the raised nipple through the thin cotton of her short
black evening dress.

"You've been playing come on with me all evening you bitch" he
whispered, "and now I'm going to make sure that you deliver the
goods."

She held herself very still as the cold blade pressed against her
flesh and felt strangely calm as she answered him in a firm quiet
voice,

"You're not going to rape me".

He laughed derisively, "And why not...?"

"Because you can't rape someone who is a willing participant."

There was silence. She could see that he was trying to decide
whether this was simply another delaying tactic on her part or
not.

"You don't believe me?" she asked.

"To be honest darling, no", he replied.

"Then why don't you let me prove it to you? All you have to do is
stand back and watch."

Cautiously he lowered the knife and releasing his grip on her
took a step back. He was still close but there was now a clear
space between them.

She looked into his eyes and moistened her lips. Reaching down
she grasped the hem of her dress and lifted it slowly up above
her waist in a single graceful movement. He glanced down, his
eyes taking in her brief black panties.

Supporting herself against the wall she kicked off her shoes and
edged her feet apart, allowing him to see the fine dark hair
between her thighs as it disappeared beneath the soft material.
The indentation of her sex was clearly visible. With her finger
she traced its outline through the silk, lingering briefly above
her clitoris and then pressing down into her flesh, with her eyes
locked on his. When she withdrew her finger the silk was wet with
her own arousal.

Having got his attention she reached down and pulled the material
aside to show him her sex. She had shaved her pubic hair so that
it was a narrow band, half girl, half woman above her opening.
The intricately curled lips below were parted to reveal the pale
flesh within.

"Why don't you investigate for yourself" she said, in a soft low
voice, "I think that you'll find I'm ready for you".

A broad smile broke over his face as he closed the gap between
them.

"I knew you were easy!" There was triumph in his voice.

She said nothing and just looked up at him. His breath was hot on
her face as he bent to kiss her and at the same time his hand
reached between her legs and opening her sex thrust a finger
inside her. His tongue sought out hers making his penetration of
her double. She responded and lifted up on her toes against his
hand.

As he broke the kiss she asked,

"So, are you convinced now?"

"Yes," he replied pressing the finger deeper into her and hooking
it possessively.

"Then why don't you take me upstairs to my bedroom and have your
wicked way with me?"

She continued, "I'm not into physical violence but I don't mind a
little of the rough stuff from time to time. I like a strong
man," she smiled at him. "So act out your fantasies. Feel free to
indulge yourself."

He withdrew his finger and placed it against her lips. It was
obvious what he wanted her to do and she opened and took him
inside her mouth, tasting her own arousal and slowly licking him
clean.

"Good girl," he said pleased, "you learn quickly!"

She stood up straight and held out her hand inviting him to take
hold of it in his.

"Take off your panties first," he instructed.

With an easy motion she bent and pulled them down to her ankles,
making sure, as she did so, that he got a good look between her
breasts when the top of her dress gaped open. Stepping out of
them she stood and faced him, still holding the dress up above
her waist, as if it were the most natural thing for her to do.
She felt his eyes examining her closely.

"That's much better. Now why don't you lead the way," he said.

He followed her up the stairs. She still had hold of her dress
and he was able to admire the easy sideways motion of the muscles
of her firm bottom as she climbed the steps in front of him
flashing him briefly as she did so.

In the bedroom she said,

"Do you want me to take off the dress?"

"No keep it on, but slip the shoulder straps down so that I can
see your breasts as well."

Rather coyly she let go of the hem and did as he instructed,
lowering the top and easing it below her breasts, first one and
then the other. She was not wearing a bra since its outline would
have shown through the thin material and the dress was quite
revealing. She felt goose bumps as the cool air of the room
caressed the surface of her skin. Although some men preferred
bigger, she knew that she had good breasts, firm and rounded with
small pink aureoles. The nipples were firm and hard.

"Lie on your back on the bed."

She lay down with her head on the pillow.

"Move down a bit so there's room for me."

Taking hold of the pillow she shuffled down the bed. The movement
caused her dress to ride further up her thighs but still
concealed her sex.

He looked down at her like an artist arranging his model to
perfection.

"Pull the dress right up to your waist and show yourself to me
again."

She lifted her hips and bunched the black material around her
waist. It was a pity, it was an expensive dress and she would
have preferred not to crumple it, but in the circumstances it
could not be helped. Naked now, above and below the waist, she
shut her eyes and deliberately opened her thighs.

She imagined him looking at her as she offered herself to him. It
would have been better have been blindfolded, but the simple act
of closing her eyes seemed to give him a power over her that she
relished.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a
couple of minutes, she heard the bed creak as he climbed on it.
Moving up her body he straddled her hips and she was aware of his
bare skin touching hers. Something hard brushed against her
breasts and knew that he was naked as well.

"Open your eyes," he said.

His penis was just inches from her face, thrusting tauntingly
toward her.

"You know what to do."

Taking hold of him carefully she pulled back the foreskin and
admired the smooth polished head. He was big but not so much as
to cause her any difficulty. Opening her mouth she guided him
between her lips and set to work. Their respective positions
meant that he was sitting on her chest crushing her breasts as he
roughly used her mouth. She concentrated on trying to match his
rhythm and to give him pleasure.

She felt him tense and knew that he was about to come. As she
readied herself to receive him he paused in mid-thrust and
abruptly pulled out of her mouth leaving her with a dull sense of
unfulfilled desire as he climbed off her.

"Turn around. Get on your knees with your back to me."

She shuffled into the position that he wanted. Her head was
resting on the pillow and bottom raised in the air toward him
with her breasts swinging heavily beneath her. She felt very
vulnerable and exposed with the intimate parts of her body
accessible to his gaze and touch. The dress was now bunched up
around her waist and offered no protection for her at all.

He knelt behind her and instinctively she anticipated his
intention and moved her legs further apart. With his two hands he
parted the cheeks of her bottom and studied the spectacle that
she presented. It felt curious to have another person look so
casually at her anus. She was not a prude but, such intimacy was
a step beyond what she was comfortable with.

Reaching down between her legs he slipped his finger inside her
again, exploring her secret folds with a determined efficiency.
She would have preferred more finesse on his part but as he
withdrew from her she sensed that it was more lubrication than
her pleasure that he had in mind.

Her guess proved accurate as the finger traced a line above her
sex and pressed against the tight opening of her anus.

"Have you ever had it up the bum love?"

"No", she answered hesitantly.

"Well my darling, there's a first time for everything and this
might just be your lucky night!"

He pressed harder and the tip of the finger slipped inside her.
She was grateful for the lubrication but hoped that he was just
teasing her, since there was a big difference between the tip of
a finger and the full length of what lay between his thighs.

"Relax and I promise it won't hurt a bit."

She nodded. With surprising ease he slipped further inside her up
to the knuckle. It felt strange but not altogether unpleasant
having something inserted there.

"Tighten on my finger".

With a little experimentation she found that it was easy to grip
him by clenching her buttocks. Her willing compliance appeared to
satisfy him. He removed the finger and playfully slapped her on
the bottom.

"Now for the main course!" he announced.

Moving up between her thighs she felt him press against the
opening to her sex. There was a sense of inevitability as he slid
inside her. Once he was tightly sheathed he began to thrust,
gently at first but then with increasing ferocity. He was
treating her like an object, and she could hardly object because
that's exactly what she had invited him to do. He reached down
and grasped her breasts, kneading them brutally as he maintained
the pounding of her flesh.

He came with a cry before she was ready, and flooded her womb
with his seed. She could feel it filling her up to overflowing
and groaned inwardly as he withdrew before her own climax,
leaving her feeling dissatisfied and wanting more.

He was not finished with her though. Dipping his finger into her
sex he applied the mixture to her anus making sure that some of
it lubricated the inside as well. Most men she had been with
would have needed at least a half-hour before renewing the
assault, but she could sense that he was still hard and resigned
herself to what she knew was to follow.

Placing the tip of his penis against the closed opening he
pressed forward slowly prising her open. It hurt as he stretched
her and she groaned out loud because of the pain. For a moment he
paused to allow her to catch her breath before pressing on
relentlessly into her.

The sensation, when he had filled her, was completely different
from the finger. Now she felt both stretched and stuffed,
particularly at the tight entrance. As he began to thrust it felt
as if he was going to tear her body apart. She bit her lower lip
and the tears flowed unbidden down her cheeks as, arching his
back, he came, with a stifled cry, inside her for the second time
in a just few minutes.

When he was finished he did not withdraw. Instead he sat back on
his heels and pulled her onto his lap, their bodies still joined
together.

Reaching forward he took hold of each breast and caressed the
nipples causing them to tighten beneath his touch. Bending his
head he kissed her softly on the neck just behind the ear.

She relaxed as he held her against his body and was grateful when
his hand slipped down between her legs. This time his caresses
were slow and measured, intended solely to give her satisfaction.
She felt her body clench down low and tighten, gasping out loud
as the ripples of pleasure raced though her limbs like
electricity and she shook sobbing helplessly, pinned from behind.

After she had come back down into her body and her breathing had
returned to normal he made her twist around so that their lips
brushed. It was an uncomfortable position but she did not care,
she was his to do with as he liked. The kiss was slow and
lingering. At last he broke away and lifted her off him with
surprising strength.

"You can get dressed now."

Standing up slowly she smoothed the wrinkled dress down over her
hips and pulled it up above her breasts, easing the straps over
her shoulders. Although she was now fully covered she could still
feel him inside her as gravity caused his seed to leak out of her
wantonly penetrated flesh. It was a sign of his ownership of her,
and she delighted in the knowledge that she had held nothing back
from him.

Yes, he was her husband, but through the games they played he
became for her something much more. She knew that ultimately
there was nothing that she would deny him. That it was only a
matter of time before he asked her for more. To see her with
another man perhaps, or even a woman? Someone they knew or a
stranger? Yes, she thought, he would like that. Whatever it was
that he asked for she was ready to obey,

"Master...?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I love you," she said with lowered eyes and voice.

"I love you too," he came to her side and with a gentle caress
moved a strand of hair that had fallen down over her forehead
back into place,

"You are a beautiful slave..."

"Thank you Master." She smiled and looking up placed her hand in
his.
