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     Helen 3:
     Humiliating Helen
     A Taste of Things To Cum


     Written in 1993 by Heironymus
     For Free Distribution to all Humankind
     Please do not edit or sell for profit.


     "You want to see the tape of Mary Anne?"
     Helen shrugged prettily, feigning disinterest. "Yeah. Why not? I mean,
I know she's your real *girlfriend*" The word dripped scorn. Exactly why was
unclear, as our current relationship, was far more her doing than mine.
She'd dumped me, originally.
     "I'd like to see what you do with someone you actually *love.*
     I grinned as I retrieved the tape from an unmarked box on the lowest
bookshelf. Helen had fallen into the role of the submissive beautifully,
but, I noticed, only when we were actually fucking. In real life, she still
had a lot of opinions about what we should and shouldn't do--where to eat,
what movie to see, etc.
     But once her clothes were off, the studded leather collar I'd bought
her as a joke, but which she wore religiously, was tight around her lovely
neck, and my cock was long, glistening, and hard, she was mine to do with as
I wanted.
     The more abject her humiliation, the harder she came.
     She was tall, lean, hard--the opposite in many ways of Mary Anne, who
was shorter, more fully curved, blonde to Helen's Brunette, long haired as
opposed to Helen's short, butch cut. Helen was tan, Mary Anne delightfully
pale. The one thing they had in common, now, was a total love of my dick
pounding away in their tight little assholes.
     I showed her the title I'd magic markered on the white label in thick
black capitals. CUMSLAVE: Mary Anne Gets Mouthful! She snorted derisively,
rubbing her hands along her inner thighs, as if trying to wipe something
off.
      I popped it in. Within seconds we were watching Mary Anne, on her
knees in black stockings and garters, nursing Ty's enormous black cock to
its fully erect state, an appalling length, when you thought about what he
was going to do to her with it...
     Helen watched the tape in total concentration, legs spread slightly,
rubbing the crotch of her skintight, white short-shorts until a dark spot of
dampness showed through the thin fabric. I tried to sit down  and put my arm
around her, but she shoved me roughly away.
     "No, no no." She said, teasing and yet also genuinely angry. "Don't
distract me. Let me watch what you do to her. I want to see it."
     Her nipples were now fully engorged, hard pebbles shoving against her
tight, sleeveless tee shirt.
     So she watched, as one after another of us took plump, young Mary Anne
in every hole in her body.
     The young girl looked so sweet, long blonde hair swishing as she shook
with the violence of our penetration, her delicate features contorted with
pleasure and pain as each of us took, in turn, her ass, cunt, and throat,
culminating with me in her ass, then Ed in her ass, Mike in her ass, and,
the grand finale, Ty's enormous black rod being jammed, inch by inch, into
her violated pink sphincter, as Mary Anne alternately sobbed and pleaded
with the camera for it to stop, or, for someone to somehow give her more.
     "Look at that little slut take it up the ass."
     Helen was obviously masturbating now, rubbing herself in circles
through the tight shorts. "Look at it. " She breathed. "Jesus. You're sick,
Jake. Really."
     I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rise in my face and crotch. The
tape was having an effect on me, of course, as it always did.
     She looked up at me accusingly. "So you'd do it to me, too, wouldn't
you?" Her voice shook with tension.
     I said nothing, but instead, unzipped my jeans to release my throbbing
cock, crying clear precum. I began to stroke it, long, supple in strokes.
     She avoided my gaze, avoided looking at my cock, instead meeting Mary
Anne's glistening eyes. "Do it," the young girl on the TV screen implored,
as the two long, stiff rod's flashed, gleaming, in and out of her tightly
held pelvis, "Fuck me in two."
     "Treat me like her..." Helen was panting now, rubbing herself
violently. I wondered why she didn't slip her fingers up the legs of the
shorts, but that was just like Helen, doing things the hard way.
     "Like a whore..."
     As the cocks on screen began to spurt jism, Helen began to shudder,
flinching slightly at the sight of Mary Anne's humiliation, but unable to
stop herself from watching. She tugged up her T shirt, freeing a small pert
breast, pale as milk, from her brassiere, and twisting it's small pink
nipple roughly.
     "Watch this," I whispered in her ear, "you've never seen so much cum in
your life..."
     Gout after gout of thick, gooey cum spat into Mary Anne's angelic face.
She opened her mouth in a helpless O, her eye's tearing uncontrollably from
a massive shot to the left eye, only to receive a rocketing geyser of hot
jism down the throat from Ty's black rod, causing her to cough...
     I hit slow motion on the remote...
     The jism squirted from two directions now, with poor Mary Anne caught
in the crossfire, fat globules of semen flying from her nose and mouth as
she gagged up part of Ty's load.
     Helen had finally worked around her short's leg, was digging two, then
three fingers up her cunt, her head thrown back, her eyes slits, still fixed
on the screen.
     Finally, Mary Anne was looking up at the camera, cum hanging from her
face in long, white stalactites, a thick wad streaked up her forehead,
trickles running from her nose and the corners of her mouth. She licked a
white translucent gob from her upper lip, smiling tremulously.
     "Here's where I do her."
     Helen hissed something unintelligible. I noticed she'd worked a finger
up her ass, as well. She jammed her hand back and forth, pistonlike, making
a slick sucking sound audible over the slurping from the TV.
     Mary Anne began to suck and jack my on screen cock expertly, looking up
at my face, her eyebrows arched, all the cum going transparent as it dripped
down her face onto the upper slopes of her breasts.
     "There."
     I was hosing Mary Anne down like Peter North on a good day, each splash
of jism a shuddering flinch of her pretty face. I admired my aim, as I
directed each blast into her face--up her nose, into her left eye, right,
into her mouth, into her hair, across her cheek--
     Finally, Mary Anne looked up and around, her face a mask of dripping,
humiliating male lust, at the trio of smiling faces, flushing crimson again
at the hoots of amusement from Ed and Ty, before she turned to the camera,
to whisper what I'd told her to say at this point.
     "Please come on me. I love it. S-squirt it in my face," she swallowed,
as if saying what she'd just said was every bit as hard as taking Ty's huge
cock all the way up her gorgeous, chunky ass, "I love drinking come."
     "Give me more."
     The screen flickered into static, before flashing blue.
     Helen lay, panting, her motionless, slick fingers glistening in the
light from the screen, staring at my hard on. She'd come, I could tell.
     "You want to come in my face now? Huh?"
     I shook my head, tucking myself back into my pants with an impressive
act of will. "Not until we get some other guys over here to help. You see
how much we gave her? You'll get more. We'll tape it, too. Maybe I'll show
it to Mary Anne."
     She looked up at me, eyes glistening, lips slack. "Yeah. I'll bet."
     "You will do it." I insisted. "You'll more dick than you've ever
imagined, and love it."
     "I guess I might." She said finally. "I'm pretty sick, huh?"
     "Very," I agreed, smiling. "Thank god."
     What did you two do, after taping that?"
     Now was the squicking point. I hesitated to tell her the truth.
     Helen sensed my reticence and pounced on it.
     "Oh come on! You just fucked the little slut in the ass and cunt,
doublefucked her, passed her around like a piece of meat, and then squirted
off in her face? While making of movie of it? You show that movie to other
girls? What could be worse?"
     "I pissed in her mouth." I said finally. "I made her to drink it."
     Ellen started, her face incredulous, as if slapped. "Oh."
     She paused.
     "What did she do?"
     I smiled. "She swallowed, and thanked me for it. And so will you."
     Helen swallowed. "Maybe," her voice was a little hoarse, a far away
look in here eyes. "Maybe I will."
     TO BE CONTINUED....