Protecting Helena

by Cordelia Gregory

  Helena hurried to describe the two boys, the device and the direction the train was travelling in. The chill grew stronger as she called out the next station, they stopped in. Any minute now those boys could set the bombs off. But which station would they choose to set it off in? She had to stay and find out.

  “You’re too late,” Rann whispered in her ear appearing behind her. “This isn’t the future. It is already happening.”

  She turned around and stared at him in abject horror. She had never had a vision of the present as the future unfolded.

  “No. You can’t do this to these people. I can’t let you.”

  Rann looked pale and weak.

  “Yes, I can, and you are going to die with them. If you don’t die in the blast you will be buried alive.” He smiled appearing satisfied with that outcome.

  “This is a vision. I will leave.”

  Something told her that wouldn’t be as easy as she thought.

  “You can’t. I have trapped you here.”

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. He snarled in her face.

  “Didn’t you feel the difference when you entered this vision? You shouldn’t poke around in the mind of a dying man with the same ability as yourself. You know fine well whatever happens to you personally in the vision translates into your reality. If you are here in the bomb blast you will die.”

  “Then I will take you with me,” she spat the words with contempt at him.

  “It doesn’t matter. Somebody else has already taken my place and will carry on my work until it is fully realised. You can’t kill an idea, Helena. Not this one.”

  Helena glanced back at the boys, they were both holding a detonator. She shouted out, “It’s Callan Street. Get as many as you can out. It’s happening now.”

  She turned back to Rann who was holding on to a pole for support.

  “It’s too late.”

  His guard was down. He was resigning himself to his death.

  “There are two more. Where are they?” she screamed at him. She closed her eyes going through the images in his mind once more.

  “Kings Cross & Paddington. Hurry,” she called out finding the answer herself.

  The boys were still fidgeting, waiting for the right time to set them off as the tube clattered down the track in the small narrow claustrophobic tunnel. There was no escape for anyone. Rann grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to him.

  “Are you ready to face death?”

  Tears gathered in her eyes as she desperately tried in vain to extract herself from the vision and found she couldn’t. She wouldn’t know a life with Mark or find out if she was pregnant with his child.

  “Mark,” her voice sounded small and childlike. “I love you, Mark.”

  But Mark didn’t accept she was going to die. He suddenly appeared next to her and wrestled with Rann to remove his hand from her throat. He hit him in the face and the side of his head over and over again. Rann reeled backwards letting go. Mark pounced on him and knocked him to the floor. With one sharp twist of his head, Mark broke Rann’s neck, instantly killing him.

  Helena turned to see the boys hit their detonators in sync. She heard herself breathe loudly. There was a flash of brilliant white light that grew in size and turned orange ripping through the tube carriage at speed. This was death. But just before it reached them both, Mark grabbed hold of Helena and pulled them both to the side and completely clear of the vision.

  It was over. Rann was dead and the connection he’d enforced on Helena had gone with him. She stood panting pressed against the wall of the hospital room trying to catch her breath. Mark stood next to her staring at the bruising around her throat appearing as if by magic. He was shaking. He’d nearly lost her again. All he wanted to do was to hold her. The sensation overwhelmed him and before he even realised what he was doing he was drawing her against him, trapping her in his tight embrace.

  Helena’s eyes were flashing wildly, the realisation that death had been close setting in.

  “It’s over,” he whispered. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I am here. Daddy is here. I won’t let you go.” He rubbed her back and arms trying to generate warmth into her cold body. She was slipping into shock.

  “Mark. Mark.”

  It was all she could say through her tears as she clung to his suit and shirt hanging on for dear life. He slid his fingers underneath her chin and lifted it up to examine her sore neck. Gently he pressed his fingers against it.

  “We need to get you checked out, little one,” he spoke to her like a child and eventually he felt her racing heart pounding against his chest begin to calm but her body would not stop shaking.

  “Let’s get you out of here.”

  She looked at Rann prompting Mark to turn his back to the dead body so that her view was blocked. He lifted his arm underneath her body and scooped her up into his arms carrying her out of the room to sit her on a chair outside.

  Sirens wailed outside tending to the explosion on the tube train.

  Caroline Chambers came towards them. She was on her phone barking orders.

  “I thought you both weren’t coming back. We managed to get as many people as we could before the train reached the station. You saved a lot of lives, Helena.”

  “But I couldn’t help the people on the train.” She started to sob.

  Caroline rubbed her arm.

  “We couldn’t save everyone. Be proud of what you have achieved here. We are proud of you.” She nodded to Mark. “Well done. Get her home and make sure she rests. She needs you to take care of her.” She smiled and left to coordinate the response to the attacks.

  Police and MI5 officers were invading the building. Two of them ushered Mark and Helena into a car.

  Chapter 16

  Helena woke up in Mark’s arms. He was already awake and looking at her. It was a month since the attacks. Rann’s council had been rounded up and his communes disbanded and both Helena and Mark were finally enjoying some much-needed leave.

  “Good morning,” he said with that infectious smile and kissing her. She responded, loving the way she could just cuddle against him every morning now.

  “What are we going to do today?” she asked. “I am not used to having time off.”

  Mark trailed his hand around her breast briefly cupping and squeezing the mound through the short, silk nightdress and down over her stomach. He lifted the nightdress and placed his palm flat over her abdomen while she waited to hear his answer.

  “I thought we could do a test.”

  When he rubbed her stomach as he spoke, she immediately comprehended his meaning.

  “I’m not ready,” she said quickly. “It is too early.”

  “No, it isn’t,” he said calmly. “I know you are afraid, but I am here with you. Our baby is going to thrive. It isn’t going to be anything like the last time you conceived. I feel and know it,” he told Helena with conviction.

  She remained quiet for a moment. She couldn’t hide from this. Most pregnancy tests could give you an accurate result on the first day after your missed period. It had already been a week. Mark had known but he had gallantly been giving her time to ready herself.

  “But I haven’t got a test. We can get one today.”

  “I got one a few days ago for you. I can’t wait any longer,” he grinned. “I want to know.”

  She nodded. “Ok, I will go and do it. Best time is the morning.”

  “I know.”

  “Is the test kit in the bathroom?”

  “No. I have it here.”

  Mark moved away from her to reach into the top drawer of his antique nightstand. He pulled out the test. Helena reached for it, but he held it back from her. She gave him a confused look.

  Mark shook his head.

  “You are not doing this on your own. I know how nervous you are, and I don’t want you to be alone.”

  “No way,” she remembered the potty incident and flushed warm. “I am okay. I want to do this on my own.” The hum
iliation of weeing into the toilet in front of him was just too much to bear. She reached to snatch the test from him, got up quickly and ran to the bathroom feeling Mark’s presence in her mind seeking out her fears. But he was there at the door before she could even open it. He scooped her struggling form up in his arms and carried her back to the bed.

  “The last time you did this you were alone, and you had been raped by a violent man. I won’t have you go through that experience again. I know you wanted to end your life. Then when you accepted the child was growing inside you, you came to love it. When he beat you and forced you to miscarry you didn’t think you would ever allow yourself to become pregnant again. I am going to support you. Helena, you fully submitted to me, and this is what I have decided for us. Are you going to go back on the agreement between us?” he demanded throwing her back onto the bed amidst the soft pillows and silk sheets.

  “No. I am sorry. But…”

  “No buts, darling little one. We will deal with this another way seeing as you are being so disobedient today,” he grinned.

  He strode across the room in his black underwear towards the chest of drawers issuing a command as he did so.

  “Don’t dare move or you will be over my knee so fast for the spanking of your life.”

  Helena kept still on the bed and did not question him again.

  He removed some restraints he kept for game play and brought them back to the bed. Quickly he was raising her arms above her and wrapping leather cuffs around them. The gold chains leading from the brown restraints were then attached to the hooks above the bed. The chains were short enough to prevent any movement and any capability of trying to free herself. He looked down at her smoothing his hand over her thigh, idly settling his thumb over her bare pussy to rub the top of it.

  “I think I want you naked for this.”

  Taking hold of the bottom of her short silky, silver-grey nightdress, he began to rip it apart from the middle up. The primal, robust action he engaged in to tear the garment from her body left her breathless and aroused. But her bladder was full, and she didn’t believe she even had the capacity to have sex let alone enjoy it.

  “I need to go to the bathroom,” she pleaded watching him pull the tattered remnants of the garment out from under her body and throw them to the floor. He leaned over her and placed his palm back on to her stomach gently pressing down. She groaned prompting him to cruelly push down on her bladder a second time.

  “I know. But you aren’t going to release your water until I give you permission. It seems I have to teach you another lesson of obedience, my little princess.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  Mark slipped his fingers inside her dampening pussy and played with the small bud rocking it back and forth until she moved restlessly on the bed, straining on her bindings.

  “Exactly what I said. We are going to do this test together. I am not going to let you be alone in this. And then we are going to discuss marriage plans. But first I am going to get showered and ready.”

  “What? You can’t leave me here like this. I can’t hold it.”

  “But I can, and you will.”

  He bent to give her a quick kiss.

  “I am going to help you cultivate submissive obedient patience, little one. I am in charge here and you will do as I ask without question as you vowed to do.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Mark left the bathroom, showered, in a towel. His handsome sleek athletic body lightly kissed by the sun diffused the fury she was feeling at having been made to wait. Her bladder felt fuller and she was starting to cramp.

  “How much longer are you going to leave me here?” she shouted.

  “Now, now, little one,” he said selecting a shirt and suit from his walk-in closet. “Patience is a virtue and must be learnt.”

  Helena growled and pulled hard on her bonds.

  “I am going to have an accident here, if you don’t let me go.”

  He gave a chuckle and dressed. When he finished, she was panting with exertion on top of the bed. He fastened his tie and walked back into the bathroom ignoring her temper and wriggling. She heard him open a cupboard and take something out. When he returned and came to stand by the side of the four-poster bed carrying a steel bedpan, she couldn’t find the words.

  “Lie flat, my darling and let me put this underneath you.”

  There was a note of condescension in his tone that made her frown at him all the more.

  “You can’t really be serious?”

  “You ask that even now? You know I never joke when it comes to our relationship, baby girl. You had your chance to do this sensibly over the toilet with me, but you wouldn’t. I will repeat again, I am not letting you go through this on your own after your last experience. I am going to support you as your Dominant and future husband. There is no room for argument. Lift your bottom up or I will do it for you.”

  She pouted at him, making him smile. He wagged his finger at her. “That isn’t going to work today, little girl. Now, must I spank you?”

  “No,” she was quick to answer still feeling the faint heat from the last spanking. He put his hand underneath her bottom and helped her raise it from the bed enabling him to slide the bedpan underneath her.

  “Wait.”

  Mark picked the pregnancy tester kit up from the nightstand where he had placed it and took the tester stick out. He prolonged her agony by reading the instructions out loud.

  “Hurry up. When I get out of here, I’ll…”

  He laughed.

  “You’ll thank me for this,” he finished for her.

  Mark sat on the bed sweeping his eyes over her lifted pelvis on top of the pan.

  “I want you to relieve yourself and when it is in mid-stream, I will slip the stick in the flow.” His voice had turned serious. “It won’t be long before we know, and we can start planning for our future together.”

  Helena went quiet for a moment forgetting she desperately needed to pee and her predicament both anxious and excited.

  “Mark, do you really think I could be pregnant?”

  He leaned over her face and lightly brushed her lips with his.

  “Yes, I do. Your period is late by seven days and I have been waiting for you to mention it. When you didn’t, I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

  She hadn’t said anything, but he must have made a mental note since he so firmly handled her last one. As she always said, he never missed anything.

  “Now pee for me, darling.”

  Too eager to relieve herself, Helena forgot about how she looked over the bed pan and being in front of Mark and tried to release her water. To her horror she found she couldn’t. Her stomach was cramping, and she was desperate. She looked down towards Mark who was hovering near her vagina waiting to take action.

  His stern demeanour softened.

  “Are you having trouble?”

  “Yes.”

  “It is just a bit of nerves. Try and relax.”

  But again, and again she couldn’t and now she was starting to panic. Tears started to flow down her cheeks and a sob escaped her lips as she remembered the last time, she’d taken a pregnancy test. Mark was right, of course, she couldn’t do this on her own. She couldn’t go through that pain. What if she got pregnant and she lost the baby again? She wanted this so much for him but also for herself, yet it was all so fraught with danger and now she couldn’t even pee into a bedpan.

  Mark became concerned and leaned over her stroking his fingers along her cheek to soothe her.

  “Shh, little one. I will help you. Don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you.”

  He kissed the top of her forehead and returned to his position. Helena felt the comforting presence of his fingers between her pussy lips. She was dry but his gentle loving caress of her clit and lips, circling her entrance with his middle finger made her juice flow heavily. She lost herself in the pleasure feeling her stomach muscles relax and desire swirl to compete with her discomfort
. The combination made her more aroused and both her fear and panic began to recede. When Mark placed his middle finger inside the entrance to her channel she moaned loudly. Her tears ceased their flow and her sobs were replaced with pleasurable whimpers of need. Her pussy flooded enabling him to join his middle finger with a second. Helena started to buck losing herself as he thrust his digits higher up inside her body, expertly stroking the slippery wet velvet internal muscles as he stretched to curl them upwards to caress her G-spot.

  Helena’s pants became louder. She forgot about the test, needing to wee and everything else. It was just herself and Mark and the climax he was building inside her.

  “Come for me, darling,” she heard Mark tell her, his voice so gentle it made her melt.

  She obeyed his command immediately and found her orgasm screeching up from the pit of her stomach to swirl through her body, course through her limbs and pool somewhere deep inside, blowing her mind. She barely noticed she was relieving herself until she heard the tinkle of her water in the steel pan, cascading over Mark’s fingers.

  “Good girl,” she heard him whisper as he continued to make her ride her climax while slipping the tester stick into her flow of water.

  A short while later after he’d cleansed her body, keeping her confined in her restraints on top of the bed, Helena watched her future husband pick up the pregnancy tester. He didn’t look at the result until he sat next to her and they looked together.

  “You’re pregnant,” he confirmed with triumph.

  “I can’t believe it. I can’t wait to start our new life together,” she gushed.

  Mark undid her bonds and hugged her tight.

  “I love you, Lady Fox,” he grinned. “Neither can I.”

  The End

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