Who Knows Helen
Part 4
By: K.L. Miller
07 March 2010
Richard held his rear end; there was Pain, but that red-hot Good Feeling would not leave his Heart and Gut. He pulled up his clothes, taking care... and Pride... in fastening his belt. His cousin Henry stood passively in the corner; eyes down and completely full of himself. Something dark Growled inside of Richard...
Both boys were invited, by a girl Henry knew, to a party out in the wood near the Old Peyton Place Barn... a long time popular Teenager Make-Out spot. Richard knew there would be beer there, and probably pot and other drugs. Those weren't the problem; he knew how to say No... and with the overdose of a kid in school... had good reason to avoid drugs. On that note... Richard came to several odd Conclusions that day:
First... potheads are strange; yes they do Drugs and that is Illegal... but when things went down, they seemed the most level-headed... the ones that stayed. Beer drinkers... not so much; Richard blames alcohol for what happened... for that guy not listening with Vikki, a cute sixteen year old red head, got tired of him groping her. The guy grabbed her... and the rest, to Richard, is a blur; only later would someone tell him how he damn near beat the seventeen year old into a comma!!!
That same someone... told him that Henry had tried to stop Richard from getting involved...; so the black eye he sported wasn't quite an accident; Richard felt bad for apologizing to Henry.
This very same Female, a dark haired, hazel eyed lovely who believes her Size is the only Reason Richard the Lion-Hearted (as he will come to be Named in her Blog) never noticed her at the party. She will thrill to being so close to him... and keep Secret that right after the fight a BIG Black guy... one of those drug-dealing looking types... handed Richard a blunt... and Richard took a hit.
Now... it is Worthy of Note... that this so-called Drug Dealer wasn't Invited by anyone there. No one remembers him arrive... or leaving; strange since the Stereotype would have one believe such Types come with a LOUD entourage. No... the only Memory anyone has... is of Richard taking the hit from him, the Black guy nodding... then...the usual after-fight Chaos. So worthy of Note... that Monica, Henry's mother, thanked her college friend, former lover and now Police Officer-pushing-for-promotion... Dana.
Richard never mentioned the pot, so the spanking was for the Fight; come tomorrow... she would treat him to something Special... because of WHY he was fighting. Patting her own child on the shoulder, Monica strolled off smoothly to answer the phone.
* * * *
"Sleep well, Ma!!" Willow hugged her sixteen year old geeky son lovingly.
"One hour online..." she chimed as he trotted off to bed. The phone rang...
She did not like her daughter's boyfriend, but things were apparently going well enough that she hadn't missed a weekly call; still...
You miss her in the house...; her eyes drifted to the path her son took down the hall, ghostly echoes trickling through her Thoughts, pulling Sadness from dark pools, forming swirling mini-whirlpools around Thoughts, draining...
Willow took a deep breath; knowing where the Depression came from didn't help matters at all. She would cave in; this was Given. But first... Helen...
She closes the door to her bedroom, picks up her cell phone; the ringtone plays for several seconds...
"Willow? Call me back in exactly five minutes... and have your Bluetooth in Willy-Nilly."
The line went dead; the CONNECTION...
* * * *
Five minutes... plenty of time; Helen closed her flip phone, placed it on the dresser, then, rather like she was getting ready for a Date, calmly picked out a pair of panties from those displayed. However, her concentration faltered as chilled lubricant found its way into her anus, mere moments before his lips touched her neck... and his Right Hand filled with tit-flesh... quickly, savagely.
"Does it hurt?"
"Some, Sir," she whimpered. It was Honest... as honest as her drooling sex, eager to be the subject of those skillful fingers. Helen picks up a shimmering, dark blue t-back thong. It is NOT what she would wear in public...; she caught sight of her reflection... and the WHY not... in her gaze... and pulling at her lips.
That's how she saw it... his Right Hand; it released her, though she still felt the Pain and Pressure...
Then... the SLAP!!! Pain... hideously white hot and sudden...
Then the Pain and Pressure again... though this time... her orgasmic explosion was not surprising... just overwhelming; she was barely aware that her anus was being stretched wide by his entrance...
Soon... only the threat of cessation could bring her from that comfortable Place, force her Thoughts to dredge up the muscle Commands to call her sister...
* * * *
The constant Life-interruptions were Background Noise now, a sure Sign that he is not only Under, but well within The Dead Zone; only Helen's Safe Words could pull him from this most bizarre... existence; yet it was the quiet Thoughts, humming behind the rampaging Lust, that held ultimate Control.
It observes how Helen not only relinquished to her Desires easily, but ponders WHY it is that Friendships... are often painted with Lust's dark ink. Plans are made, Thought-Executed, dismissed through crucible; what Helen witnesses through her own Bliss-haze, is less than a Shadow of the Truth, though she will quickly remark how REAL that Shadow felt.
And for a Moment, he marveled at his own unchecked passion, so rare that it is close to Faded Memory; as another Piece to Helen's Puzzle ghosted into View Thought placed it carefully into position, and memory registered the Conversation. From the instant she used the Childhood Name (Thought and her Tone betrayed this Truth) he suspected his earlier assessment went much deeper... perhaps so far as to being part of the Why Behind...
Why Helen... by all accounts a Good Mom and Person... had such a decidedly submissive streak; that she was not full-blown submissive he will only place to Time and Experience. Had she never crossed paths with him... or any other Dom, it would sleep restlessly until she passes on; yet... he was there... and for some unfathomable Reason (an Excuse didn't Feel right here)... Helen YIELDED to him... with frightening ease.
Now it crossed Thought that she called him a Date; the Word sounded True, leaving a hollow echo... which her sister filled with a question. The reply...
"He's fucking my asshole, pulling..." she slips into a whimper as his fingers viciously assault her nipples. "... my... huh? I... Sir?
"Yes?" came the automated reply, sparkling with mirth, though no annoyance.
Thought activates the necessary Programs; this will indeed turn out to be an enjoyable experience... with the only real danger being this:
* * * *
Willow pulled the small device from her ear. She was shocked, though the numbness of her sisters uncharacteristic brazen act faded the instant she heard his voice.
Male... yes; it wasn't the deep ruthlessness she expected, or the breathy lust-bloated Bestial Thing... He spoke calmly, only slightly winded, as if he were zipping up his pants and adjusting himself to leave... not balls deep inside Helen's asshole, doing things...
THOSE Things... those distant Memories of wilder Days and covered-memories that may have been Nights... though Memory is a bit dusty; she'd earned her Nick-Name... in Spades and then some. Now, Hellion was finally earning hers...
She wondered idly, however, if she told him everything about her Breast Fetish; about that night when Helen's breast, bloated with breast milk, had the pump give out on her... how Willow helped... and it just got out of hand...
Again and again and again...
Willow smiled...
* * * *
"You did well." He purred/growled/rumbled the Words; they pierced her SOUL.
He cupped her mound; by now, Helen was quite oblivious to her actions... or the Act; Little Human broke through as she FUCKED herself onto his pounding shaft. Somewhere deep within her an orgasm explodes upwards, though it only swelled the surface. Another... another... until they seemed less than spasms...
Then her head was violently jerked back; pain; he'd slapped her mound, catching her clit; Helen's eyes opened.
She beheld her appearance.
It accompanied her throughout her Dreams that night...
* * * *
He tucked Helen into bed with great care, including several trips to the bathroom to refresh the washcloth he used to wipe her down; though he examined her closely, filing away the Data, it wasn't the only Source of Data filling Thought to overflowing. He blinked...
Helen is a Good Woman; she is a Great Mother... complete with the Burdens of such lofty Titles. That her Freak Streak ran as deep and wide as it did startled him... at first; he chuckled, recalling the days before he took on his Title.
Change is Inevitable...
Surveying his handiwork one last time he set about Returning to Normalcy; the text messages are all from expected Sources... save one. He reads it twice, though he is not looking for some hidden Meaning or checking the Sender. His Thoughts, torn from Normalcy, swim around a different Darkness. He spares Helen one Stray Thought before closing the back door. The motion sensor wouldn't come online for forty-five seconds; he needed twenty-two-point-three at his usual stealthy stride...
EPILOGUE:
Dawn stretches its reach over the land; bird chirp; raven call out occasionally. Morning dew settles as Spring ruffles the World. This... is Good...
For the Night saw Shadows move; Dark Thoughts plagued the Innocent... seducing the Twisted/Perverted/Just-too-curious-for-their-own-damn-Good; one such Shadow cast painful Thoughts into the oblivion. Another drips lustful pleasantries into quiet pools, adding their own Current to an Ancient River; seemingly innocent Plans rest upon Ulterior Motives... for want of exposing too much of Who or Why; and yet... this is but one Night of Many.
So the rising Sun is yet another Day; Helen contacts her kids, enjoying their Tales and, oddly, the ache their absence places within her Heart. The Night will be it's time... for that is when she felt most... comfortable... with those Thoughts... such as Willow's arrival come tomorrow...; Monica will treat the boys to a movie and more Teenage/still-a-bit-young Male-Treats.
Though... in the heat of the Day, Richard will spot a Female; she'll be reading over the shoulder of a girl dressed like a vampire. Willow will ask her son if he wants to stay with the Taskers while she sees what's wrong with Helen... and wonder why his honest face... shivers with something not-so-innocent as her frets over Family and thrills at spending time with Georgette... "... the only intelligent girl in school..." according to him.
And as the Day progresses... there is the Sense that Darkness comes... just over the Horizon; steady as Time... equally Eternal... always alive... always thinking.