by Ray Gordon
"Certainly, what are the questions?"
"I was talking to Gary earlier and..."
Ah, you've had a call from Chris! "Tony, I do hope you're not going to start again."
"He mentioned that you know a neighbour of ours, someone called Brian."
"Brian? We haven't got a neighbour called Brian, not as far as I'm aware."
"Apparently, he's an accountant."
"Whoever he is, I've never heard of him. When did you speak to Gary?"
"I rang him about five minutes ago."
Liar! "That's odd because he's here, out in the garden with David."
"Perhaps it was more than five minutes."
"Gary's been out in the garden for an hour, at least."
"Yes, it was just over an hour. I rang someone else five minutes ago."
"It sounds as if you've lost all track of time."
"I'm still suffering from jetlag; my mind's not working properly."
"An hour ago?"
"Yes, roughly."
"I don't understand, Gary arrived here two hours ago - two and a half, in fact."
"It doesn't matter when I rang him, Helen!" More than a hint of aggression! "Who the hell's Brian?"
"I have no idea."
"What's Gary doing there?"
"Looking after me."
"Looking after you? Helen, I... Have you told anyone that I'm in Saudi Arabia?"
"What are you talking about, Tony? Why on earth would I say that?"
"Gary got the impression that I'm working in Saudi Arabia."
"He knows where you are. He was saying this morning how lucky you are and that he'd always wanted to visit Japan. By the way, I had it out with Gary, the things he supposedly told you about me. What are you up to, Tony?"
"Up to?"
"Gary was visibly shocked when I confronted him. He swore blind that he never said that I was a prostitute, and as for meeting a woman posing as my sister, he just frowned, obviously completely perplexed. He had no idea what I was talking about, I felt like a fool!"
"He told me that he'd met a woman in the house."
"Well, I really don't know what's going on. I must say that he's been acting differently recently."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, he was talking about taking a holiday."
"What's wrong with that?"
"There's this cottage in Devon... He asked me to spend a week there with him. I said no, of course."
"Gary asked you to..."
"I don't know what's going on, Tony. You've been asking me strange questions, you reckon Gary told you that he met my nonexistent sister, and he denies it - and now there's this Brian character, whoever he is. There's another funny thing. I was out in the front garden early this morning and I saw a man grab something from beneath a bush and run off down the lane. It looked like a package."
"I'd better get the next flight home, Helen. There's something weird going on, and I don't like it."
"I don't like it, either! I've had you accusing me of having an affair with Laura, of all people, as well as Gary... I'm just trying to get on with my work, and I have all this mysterious stuff to contend with. I'm fed up with it, I really am!"
"It's as if someone's trying to cause trouble all round. I wonder who's at the centre of it all?"
You'll never know! "That's what I've been wondering. Who told you that I was having an affair with Laura?"
"I don't know, I can't remember."
"You can't remember? Christ, if someone told me that you'd been having an affair with Gary, I'd remember who it was!"
"Look, I have to go. I'll get home as soon as I can and deal with this bloody mess once and for all."
"Yes, I must go, Chris is coming over this morning."
"Chris?"
"Oh, you don't know Chris, do you? He's a client; he's coming for a sitting. He's a nice chap; we spent some time together last night talking about art."
"What did you tell him?"
"What do you mean?"
"What else did you talk about?"
"Nothing, just art. Oh, and his work." I grinned wickedly, my stomach somersaulting as I pulled my trump card from my sleeve. "He's a private detective."
"Did he tell you that?"
"Yes, who else would have told me? He's a very interesting man, I'm looking forward to seeing him again. To be honest, I think he fancies me! Oh, Gary's calling me from the garden; I'll talk to you soon."
"Helen, Helen, I..."
That would give Tony something to think about! He'd call Chris and Chris would deny revealing what he did for a living and Tony... I began to wonder whether the day would come when Tony would discover the truth, unearth my wickedness. But there was no proof of my debauchery, apart from Gary's bloody photographs. Gary had to be dealt with once and for all! But not until I'd formulated my plan, rehearsed my lines. Later, I decided, making myself a coffee.
Chris didn't turn up at ten, which surprised me as I'd expected him to tentatively question me during the sitting, probe me about my sister and my past. I was somewhat disappointed as I'd planned my lies, prepared to spin an intricate web of deceit. But I'd see him that evening; Suzie would see him that evening.
Dressed as Helen in my white silk blouse and knee-length skirt, I drove into town, my wicked plan formulating beautifully. Should I have my clitoris pierced? No, not yet, I'd abuse my body stage by stage - shaved cunt lips, pierced nipples... My trip taking far less time than I'd imagined, I returned home and slipped into the bathroom, grinning as I lifted my skirt.
I loved my body, my cunt, I mused, running a finger up and down my moist vaginal valley. It's strange how I'd once thought I'd desecrated my temple, and now the very thought of abusing my femininity aroused me, excited me. Pierced nipples, shaved cunny lips and sex mound, and now...
The small red rose adorning my milk-white flesh just above my pink sex slit looked wonderful, tarty. That would shock Tony! I mused, standing before the mirror, admiring my hairless sex lips, the colourful rose. Perhaps I should have had roses climbing up my outer lips? Or small doves decorating my firm breasts?
Bounding downstairs to the kitchen, I wondered what to do. As usual, Gary was playing on my mind - tormenting me. What with him knowing about Stephen Giles, and having photographs of me, he was going to present quite a problem. I needed something on him, but what? Had he been married, I could have easily caused him untold trouble. But I'd discover something about him, dig some dirt up and have him over a barrel. The tables always turn!
Walking through the hall to answer the front door, I gasped - there was an erect penis sticking through the letterbox! This time, I'd have the bloody postman! I decided, dashing back to the kitchen and grabbing a ball of string from the drawer. Returning to the front door as the bell rang again; I knelt down and gently rolled his foreskin back and forth over his swollen plumb. My need for sperm was beginning to rise, but my plan to expose the vile postman wouldn't work if I sucked him off. I'd take my fix later, from David, perhaps.
His shaft twitching, his knob swelling, he obviously didn't realize what I was doing as I tied the string tightly around his veined shaft. He tried to withdraw, to retrieve his cock as I pulled the string tight and wound it around the door knob. I'd hooked the bastard; there was no way he could escape! It would have served him right if I'd left him there for the rest of the day, but I decided against it.
"My God!" I cried, walking around the side of the house to the front garden. "It's you!"
"Ah... er, Mrs Hunter!" he gasped, his face reddening in his shame and embarrassment as he tried to pull his cock out of the letterbox.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I thought you'd like..."
"Like what? Are you completely mad?"
"Well, the last time I did this..."
"You've done this before?" I asked, feigning surprise as I held my hand to my mouth.
"Well, yes."
"When was this?"
"Three days ago, on Tuesday.
I thought you..."
"It's just as well that I was in London all day Tuesday!"
"You weren't here?"
"No, thank God!"
"Then who... who was in your house?"
"An electrician, he was here all day working in my studio."
"He?"
"Yes, he."
"But... I'd heard that you're addicted to sperm and I thought..."
"What? Addicted to sperm? That's ludicrous! Who told you that?"
"A young man, he does some gardening, I believe. I thought that you..."
"Right, I'm going to call the police!"
"Please, no! Look, er..."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not putting up with this disgusting behaviour!"
"Please, I'll lose my job, and my wife!"
"And so you should, you pervert! You stole my photographs and painting, didn't you?"
"Yes, I... I had a letter for you and... As you know, the letterbox jams sometimes. I went round the back of the house to find you. I didn't intend to steal anything."
"You snooped around and stole my things, and then tried to blackmail me!"
"I was going to keep the pictures, not blackmail you. I had some debts piling up, so I thought I'd..."
"You thought you'd use my money! You are a bastard!"
"Please, you must let me go!"
"I'll have to think about it," I replied, turning away. "Never have I known such a wicked pervert! I might call your wife, tell her to come here and see what sort of man she's married to. Anyway, the letterbox has really got you in a jam this time!"
Leaving the postman begging for his freedom, I walked round the side of the house and ordered David to go and sit in the field for a while. "Why?" he asked, confusion in his deep-set eyes.
"Just do it!" I snapped. Frowning, he dropped his spade and slipped though the hedge. David was a bastard, telling everyone about my addiction. I'd deal with him later, I decided, entering the kitchen.
Leaving the postman to sweat for a while, I rang Gary. He chuckled, delighting in my plight as I begged him to stop telling Tony things about me, about my sordid past. I had to discover how he knew about Stephen Giles, and I thought that the best way was to have him believe that I was guilty on all counts.
"OK," I said. "So I have a child from a previous relationship."
"I know you have!" he returned triumphantly. "And a sister, and you were banged up for shop lifting, and you were into making dirty videos, and you..."
"All right, Gary, you win."
"I always win!"
"Look, I don't want you telling Tony anything else. Christ knows, you've said more than enough as it is!"
"At last, I've got you, Helen!" he laughed. "Right, I'll say nothing else to Tony on the condition that you do anything as I ask, when I ask, OK?"
"Yes, yes OK."
"And I mean anything, Helen."
"Yes, yes all right! How do you know about Stephen Giles?"
"I told you, Jackie mentioned it to me."
"No, she didn't. She's not been around..."
"Actually, I called round and saw a car in your drive. I thought you might have a visitor so, instead of ringing the bell, I peered through the lounge window. It was quite an interesting sight, I can tell you! It was easy enough to discover who the man was, he'd left his car unlocked with papers strewn everywhere. I've been keeping this up my sleeve, it's my trump card, so to speak."
We all have trump cards! "As I said, you win. Look, I'm in a right mess with Tony. After all you've told him, he's coming home to sort it all out. What am I going to say?"
"That's your problem."
"And yours! I told Tony that you denied meeting my sister, that you'd lied about it."
"Quiet a predicament! Should he ask me again, obviously, I'll have to tell him the truth - that I met your sister at your house. You'd better put your thinking cap on, young lady."
"You're a bastard, you really are!"
"That's true, and you're a slut. As you let my guests down last night, I want you to come over now."
"I can't come now!"
"You'll be here within half an hour otherwise I'll..."
"All right, Gary!"
"Good. My guests are still here, they spent the night. We have something really perverted planned for you - something really perverted! Be here within half an hour - or else!"
Banging the phone down, the front doorbell ringing incessantly, driving me crazy, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and walked through the hall, wondering how to deal with Gary. The postman's limp dick looked like a wriggling slug as he tried to escape! Cutting the string, I watched the sad organ withdraw and disappear. He wouldn't slip his cock through the letterbox again, that was for sure! But I hadn't finished with him; I wasn't going to let him off the hook that lightly!
Back in the kitchen, I opened the back door and called David. He emerged from the hedge and walked to the house, asking me what was going on, why I'd banished him to the field.
"There was something awful in the hall that I didn't want you to see," I said mysteriously. "Gary's house backs onto the field, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it does."
"Good, you'll be doing as little breaking and entering later."
"Breaking and entering?"
"Yes, later today - this evening. OK, get on with the garden."
"Helen, what's going on?" he asked, his deep-set eyes frowning.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"I need some money."
"Don't we all!"
"For the garden, the pond liner, water pump, fountain, rocks, conifers... I've ticked everything I need," he said, pulling a crumpled catalogue from his pocket.
"Get on the phone and order whatever you need," I smiled, wondering what Tony would think of the garden as I took my credit card from my bag. "There, use that - and don't go wild. By the way, I know that you told the postman about my addiction."
"I... I didn't."
"I'll get even with you for that!" I spat, walking through the hall.
I walked down the lane to Gary's house, determined to get even with him. I swore to get even with everyone! But with the evidence Gary had of my debauchery, I realized that he'd be a perpetual problem, threatening me, using and abusing me... I had to get my hands on the photographs!
David had treated me badly, wasting his sperm when he knew how desperate I was for a fix and then telling the postman about me. Alan had initially treated me abysmally, blackmailing me, abusing me, using me. Gary had treated me like an animal, worse than an animal! They'd pay, they'd all pay dearly!
"Ah, the whore has arrived!" Gary grinned as he opened the door. "Desperate for sperm, are you?"
"No, I'm not!" I snapped, I lied, stepping into the hall. "And I am not a bloody whore!"
"Whore or not, you'll behave like one. OK, to my sex room!"
Tentatively walking into the prison cell, I gazed in horror at two naked women standing by the table. In their early twenties, they had slim, curvaceous bodies, full rounded breasts and thick growths of blonde pubic hair. Were they twins? With long blonde hair, sea-blue eyes and succulent red lips made for sex, they were extremely attractive, and I wondered where Gary had found such beautiful women. High class prostitutes, more than likely!
What was this to be? I pondered as they walked towards me, the arousing fragrance of their perfume filling my nostrils as they began to remove my clothes. A lesbian sex show for Gary?
"OK, these are the photographs I took," Gary said, taking the prints from the table as the women tugged my skirt down, exposing my hairless sex lips. "As you can see, they clearly show your face so there's no question of identity. The idea of this morning's little sex session is to take more photographs. By the way, you might be interested to look at these," he smiled, taking another pile of prints from the table. "They're not very good, but I think you'll agree that they clearly show you and Stephen Giles in what you might call a compromising position."
Gazing at the p
ictures as my blouse was removed by one of the blondes; I couldn't believe how I'd failed so miserably. I'd been on top, always one jump ahead in the game, but now? Stephen's spunk jetting from his knob as he cleavage-fucked me, the white liquid splattering my face, there was no question of identity at all! Another shot showed me gobbling Stephen's purple plum, pure sexual satisfaction depicted in my wide eyes as I drank from his orgasming fountainhead.
"Incriminating enough?" Gary asked, placing the prints on the windowsill as I stood naked before my audience. "More than enough evidence for any divorce court!"
"So why do you want more photographs?" I asked as the women sucked my nipples into their hot mouths, pulling on my gold rings with their teeth. I sensed my milk teats stiffen in my lesbian arousal.
"I've made dozens of copies, Helen, I'm going to sell them."
"I didn't think you were short of money."
"I'm not, but I might as well make some more. They'll fetch a good price. OK, girls, you know what to do to our guest - to our victim."
As Gary took his camera from a shelf, the women grabbed my arms and forced me to lie on the table on my back. Cuffing my wrists and ankles to steel rings screwed into the corners of the table, they stood back and gazed at my defenceless body, my shaved cunt lips, my open sex crack.
Looking up at the ceiling as female fingers explored between my thighs, I realized with horror that Gary had made another addition to his torture chamber. A chain hanging ominously from a large pulley, I wondered what horrendous plans Gary had for me, what inhumane sexual torture I was to endure. I should never have returned!
Taking a long leather belt, one of the women ran it beneath my naked body, fixing the rings at the ends of the belt to the chain. Pulling on the other end of the chain, she hauled my body up, my buttocks leaving the table, my back arching, my sex mound rising, my cunt blatantly exposed - my very femininity on offer to my abusers.
"Right!" Gary grinned, taking the chain and securing the end to a steel ring set in the wall. "We'll start off by taking a few gynaecological shots, making sure that your pretty face is clearly..." His words tailed off as he noticed the small red rose just above my sex crack. "Oh, that's nice! When did you have that done?"
"I went into town and..."
"That will identify you perfectly!"
