Helen # 009
by Paladin
While all these things were happening to the trio of bitches,
in 'Long Dongs' finishing academy, Helen had not been idle.
She had traveled to Jackie's house up in Connecticut, found
and brought back the damaged Caddy for evidence.
Now no matter what Claudia wanted .. or did .. Helen owned her
now not only in body but soul too..
She toyed with the idea of going over and retrieving Claudia. But
she decided that the more time spent in 'Long Dongs' establishment
the more good it would do the socialite's thinking.. By now she'd
experience a whole new world of good 'speriences ...
She knew that when she retrieved Claudia, their would be a marked
improvement in the woman's respect for authority.
(Yea let the mans people do all the work.. Like all ya women!)
Helen pulled the Caddy into the Van Smith drive and their was a
low slung red sports car in the drive.
<What the fuck is this? Some bastard trying to steal my house
right out from under my ass. Sucker, you done picked the wrong
place..> Helen though as she parked the car and upholstered her
detective special.
Carefully she, using Claudia's keys, opened the door. Silently
using police entry procedure, she advanced room by room through
the houses many ground floor rooms.
At the bar, she spied a young man with his back to her, drinking
from a wide mouth crystal glass, sitting on a stool. From the open
bottle on the bar, it seemed that the man was drinking scotch,
expensive scotch!
"Freeze sucker!" Helen cried out from behind the muzzle of her
weapon wedged in the door jam.
Crash..
The startled man dropped his glass. Then he slowly started to
turn around to face Helen.
BLAM
Helen sent one past his right ear and again ordered,
"I said FREEZE SUCKER! And I meant it. Now put your hands up and
stand there. DO IT NOW!!" she ordered.
The man, scared shitless, froze from the shot, raised his hands
and stood stark still, stature like still.
(Nothing like a round by the ear to get some one's attention!)
"Look if I set off the alarm I'm sorry. I'm Claudia's nephew. I
come here some times .. Um she .. well She wasn't home so I let
myself in and ..." the man said to the glass window before him.
"Slowly with your left hand, take out your wallet and set it on
the bar. DO IT NOW!" Helen ordered paying no attention to the
scared mans babblings.
Sensing the command emanating from the voice, even though female,
he carefully complied with the demand and again tried to reason
with her,
"Look I mean I know she do.."
"Shut up fool! Your about to get a cap up your ass if you
continue to dis me. I'm an officer of the law." Helen informed
the man's back.
Satisfied with his conpliance with her order, Helen demanded,
"Now un do your belt and let your trousers slide down to your
ankles .. Do it now!"
"Now loo..." the man began.
BLAM!
Another hole was punched into the glass behind the bar. He
could see it.. She ment BUSINESS!
"Don't try my patience sucker. DO IT NOW! AND DON'T BE LOOKING
AROUND. THE NEXT ONE HAS YOUR NAME ON IT!" Helen orders the now
thoroughly frightened quaking man.
The second shot took all the confidence out of the man. He was
suddenly sober and very, very cooperative. He let his pants slide
down, all the way to his ankles and kept his hands up all the
while. No problem! All that time he had spent in the gym was for
naught. NADA!.
"Now take two steps back." She demanded.
Hindered by the trousers puddled at his legs the man did as he
was ordered. He shuffled back.
"Further back ... Good! Now lean over and catch a 'hold onto the
bar edge. Arms straight out there.. DO IT NOW!"
The man assumed the bent over posture, his legs tangled with his
own trousers. No complaints!
Satisfied with her command of the situation, Helen then advanced
into the room right up to the man's bent back.
She jammed her weapon's muzzle to the base of his spine and
reached over for his wallet.
"Best be still of you'll never walk again.." Helen informed him.
She flipped open his wallet on the bar and looked over the
information and contents.
<Little money but platinum cards all. This was good. And this
sucker with all the tight ass and shit could be a lot of fun!>
"Spread your knees apart sucker!" she ordered.
"Now se..." he started but the poke of the muzzle, into his spine
stopped all complaints.
He half squatted as he spread his knees opened with his ankles
still tangled in his trousers.
Helen reached up under the man and grabbed the hanging plumb like
orbs.
After a testing twist, she squeezed um. Satisfied with her hole she
gave a terrible wicked twist to the mans family jewels.
"UDNDSOANDJHFNAND" the man tried to scream. He lost his grip on
the bar and fell hitting his head. Then he down and finally came to
rest on his knees bent over on the floor. His hands were cupping his
aching balls.
With her toe, Helen pushed the bawling man, he fell over onto the
floor and curled up further into a fetal ball hugging his aching
balls and trying to breath..
Satisfied with her 'prisoners disposition', Helen now sat at on the
bar stool. Without looking down, she calmly pored herself a drink,
from the scotch. After a sip, she leisurely look over the wallets
information.
The man, Mark Tyler, was probably what he said, some family member
but it was his tough luck to be here, today. Helen had, had to take
the offensive as she did because she not have her 'landlady'
available at present to explain the deal to this sucker, and ..
Besides she liked to break rich young men's balls.
Mark had that work out look. Soon he would of tried to use it. This
was she did not give him half a chance. Helen had established her
authority. Now she would exercise it! He would do all the answering.
She reached down and easily removed the crying mans shirt, and
all of his remaining clothes. No fight here..
(Pays to keep him naked and under her control. Besides she liked
the look of all that tanned male flesh under her feet.)
With a little trouble she easily cuffed him, behind his back.
When Mark finally regained his breadth, he found himself naked,
and handcuffed at the feet of a crazy black woman with the gun.
She was drinking from a glass. Upon seeing his consciousness,
she leisurely picked up her weapon from the bar, and placed the
muzzle against his cringing nose.
A black hole the size of a tunnel looked him in the eyes. He was
scared out of his mind. This police woman had .. shot at him ..
twisted his balls .. now she was gonna ...
"Please, please, don't, I'll give ya money .. I .." he stammered.
"You're an officer of the..."
"Now we plays twenty questions! In the old days I'd make the game
interesting by putting one bullet in the chamber and spin it
while we explored the world of your knowledge. Today, with an
automatic .. I'll have to just take out parts, of you. How bout
first I shoot off the shriveled little weenie if you lie to me ..
OK" Helen explained to her cringing prisoner.
Then Mark disgraced himself... right there on the bar's polished
wooden floor... with the muzzle rested on the flaccid dick head.
"You nasty piss ant!" Helen exclaimed as she jumped back to
avoid the yellow fluid.
"I should just blow ...." Helen started as she again pressing
her pistol barrel firmly to Mark's dick head..
"Please! please ! Don't! I beg you.. mam." Mark pleaded with
tears in his eyes. "I didn't mean too..."
He was soo humiliated. This crazy black bitch, with the big
black gun had literally scared the piss out of him and now
she was gonna ..
"YOU BETTER BEHAVE. SUCKER. I don't like my floors all
pissed on. You really sorry? Really!" Helen admonished her
terrified male prisoner all the while toying with the big
black pistol.
He was soo scared he could not speak. He could only shake
his head ... YES!
"OK, OK I'm a fair woman. You say you're sorry... So to prove
your sorry ... Really sorry! Whyn't you just bend over and ..
lick that mess you made up!"
Mark was over come. SHE WANTED HIM TO ... He couldn't ..
The gun motioned and he raised himself to his knees.
Helen forced his face down onto the warm stinking mess and
after placing the muzzle at the back of his head, ordered,
"Lick that mess or .. BANG! BANG! SUCKER. LICKIE LICKIE.."
Mark knew she meant it.
He stuck out his tongue and with his stomach threatening to
barf, proceeded to lick up his own waste. this was the most
disgusting degrading thing he had ever had to do ..
But the gun was there at the back of his head .. somewhere ..
While her male was doing the task assigned, Helen reached down
behind Marks but and slipped a noose of the 50 lb. test fishing
line, over Marks dangling balls. She had, had the spool in her
purse for just such emergencies.
Helen gave a short yank and demanded,
"Looks like you like that. Kneel up here, and I'll give ya some
the sweeter stuff, direct from the source .. me!"
"UUUAAANNANNNN!" Mark tried to object..
Responding to the blinding pain to his sore nuts Mark's head
popped up. He found himself face to cunt. Eyes starring directly
into the tangle of smelly, kinky, black pubic hair that
decorated Helen's pubic region.
"Now I know it ain't your normal fair but you'd best think of
this un as a special treat from ME. Now get your mouth up under
there and hurry up. I has to go! I has to go, real BAD!"
Shepherded by the blunt black muzzle Mark shuffled forward,
twisted his neck and arranged himself face up, directly under
the smelly black cunt. There, open mouthed, he awaited a fate
worse than ....
"Open your mouth, real wide, you dumb sucker!" Helen demanded
resting the barrel's opening in Marks right eye. "Now stay
right there and ENJOY!"
Mark opened wide and kept his mouth open while Helen relieved
herself. In his oral cavity ..
When ever he gagged or tried to squirm out from his open
mouth position, Helen jammed the muzzle in the center of
his forehead and ... well he stayed right there...
"Man you're one sloppy piss drinker ... Just you look at what
you done all on my nice polished floor!" Helen demanded.
The overflow had drizzled down over Marks nude body and was
now puddled under him ..
Mark had hold of the fishing line, behind his back, to try to
protect himself, but the yank from Helen's strong black hands
threatened to deball him.
Quickly Mark fell over. He literally dived face first into the
remnants of her and his waste water.
"You better be lapping that all up or I gonna have me a new set
of white ball ear rings." Helen informed the crying gagging male.
Again he reluctantly started to slop up the mess with his tongue
to save his family jewels.
Unsatisfied with Marks progress, Helen opened her purse and
withdrew the vile and her brush applicator in its plastic bag.
She dipped the brush in the vile of hot sauce and grabbed a fist
full of Mark's hair.
She lifted the slobbering face up and squatted down before the
naked male.
Deftly she dabbed the fiery hot pepper sauce all over the shy
dick head of the man.
As the fire began to consume his organ Helen informed Mark,
"Faster you clean my floor, faster I might clean that shit off .."
Newly motivated the wimpy male made quick work of the vile yellow
liquid on the floor.
"Missed some over there .." Helen pointed out and he duck walked
over and quickly it was consumed. No arguments.
Through tearing yes Mark watched the woman lower a glass of water
to his crotch. He strained to lower his burning dick head into the
cool soothing water. The fire dissipated some. He could think
again somewhat but his dick head still burned.
"Now don't you be pissing on my floor, again. I think I call you
'piss head' on 'cound you got it all over your face and head. Now
where was we??"
"Playing 20 questions? Yea. Let's see .. Oh yea, Does you come to
a complete stop when you sees a stop sign?"
Mark quickly nodded his head. This earned him a vicious tug to his
aching balls.
"UUUU", he grunted and quickly shouted out, "Yes MAN! I DO .. I
WILL ..I PROMISE .. I .."
"Well now we getting some place." Helen smile smugly.
"Now did we 'stablish that you is applying for the position of
maid / butler in my add. Or be you a bugler in MY HOUSE?" Helen
demanded.
"I'm ... uh .. " Mark looked up into that big black 9mm hole in
Helen's automatic.
His courage failed him.
"I'm here for the job .. mam." he managed to spit out.
"Then you must of read where I wanted a queer? Right! So you're
a queer? Right?" Helen's aim never wavered from between those
big blue eyes that had seduced many a young coed.
"Yes mam .. I'm .. I'm gay." Mark answered unconvincingly.
"Naaa! I want a queer .. a dick eating piss drinking QUEER!"
Helen corrected him.
Tension on the fishing line broke any determined resistance.
"Yes mam! I'm ... uh what you said.." Mark mumbled.
"You don't sound very convincing!" Helen smiled. "Whyn't ya
shout it out so as I can hear it."
These were the hardest words he ever had to shout but the
sight of that small brush with the hot pepper sauce and the
taught line to his balls convinced him.
He'd seen the light. He was ga.. QUEER!
If this woman wanted him to be an Eskimo He'd be an Eskimo..
"You almost got me convinced. But ya know, I don't see any
of them tattoos or rings on ya the queers wear. I'm gonna
need to take you down to Harrie's bar and see how you
behave with a bar full of queers. That 'ud be the acid test.
Come on piss face, we go down there and see how you do with
the sissies. You gotta convince me. After all a girl just
can't be too careful these days. Don't ya know?"
Helen rose off her stool rifle through Marks discarded
trousers. She came up with the keys to his life.
"We'll be taking your car. I never drove one of those. You
don't mind I take it.. Do ya SWEETIE??" Helen inquired of
the quaking male as she twirled her big black weapon.
"UH .. Well .. UH NOO!" Mark responded to a short tug to
the fishing line..
That settled it. Helen rose, yanked the line and started for
the door..
Mark hurriedly followed the fishing line, just like a catch in
the water, out to his car. His pride and joy ...
After he lowered himself into the passenger seat Helen
secured him there naked, cuffed in the seat by the simple
expedient of rapping the fishing line around the shifting
lever, after first making sure it was taught. Very taught!
(Didn't want the boy to fall out now did she??)
Throughout the long drive Mark had a tendency to lean down
to try to cover himself in the seat.
Helen was just having a ball. The car was low slung and the
top was down. And it was a fine day for a drive. For her ..
For Mark it was not soo fine..
Helen took the 'scenic root' but finally arrived at the bar.
She did go around back and enter through the door off the alley.
Dragging her reluctant nude behind her line she called out
to one and all,
"Hay you'll I got ya some fresh dick. Any one of ya queers
want a free feel?? He likes it if ya twist his balls.."
Marks dick endeavored to hide behind his swollen balls but
was followed the line none the less. He attempted to stand
up all hunched over with his legs tightly together.
Helen didn't allow this. She kept her 'queer' in constant
motion, to show off Mark's tan skin ass and such..
The boys there had seen some of the shit that Helen had done
in the past so this was not new to them.
Laughing and joking, everyone crowed around Mark and
attempted to get a feel of the new boy's .. things.
"Boys this here is 'piss head'. He likes to drink piss hot
from the source or cold from the floor." Helen began, "But
I never seen him go down on a dick yet. Me being lacking in
that department, and persuasion. I decided to bring him down
here where you'll could show me how he gobbles his dicks. I
want you to 'valuate him and come up with a list of his
short comings. Maybe help the boy along .. "
Sam the bartender, stepped right up, grabbed a fist full of
Marks long wavy hair, twisted it and demanded,
"Boy ... piss head .. how do you like it best .. down the
throat .. or up the ass?"
Helen yanked the line.
"AHHAHAHAHAAAA!"
"He likes it all ways." she informed the assembly of gay men.
"How bout I leave him here in your care, Sam and you and the
boys here give him a test spin so to speak."
"As you can see he needs rings and some tats and such. Put it
all on his card here." Helen informed all the boys present.
"When you're done set him down between the urinals and let him
drink his fill till I get back. I know he'll love that. He did
back at my place." Helen gave another yank ..
"AAAHAHHHHAA!" Mark responded.
"Yea OK Thanks Officer. We'll take good care of him for ya."
Sam answered taking up a firm grip of Mark's aching balls.
Without a backward glance Helen left the bar to explore the
limits of the her new sports roadster...
<The boy be in good hands.> she knew from past experience.
After she left, Mark tried to reason with the excited crowd
but soon found himself belly down over the bar's pool table
in the back room. Two happy muscular men played 'make a wish'
with Mark's naked legs. Each of the men ran his fingers up
the young mans straining legs and occasionally fondled his
shrunken dick head.
A big black gay leaped up and managed to squire Marks virginal
ass hole in one leap.
(Talented I'd say.)
Mark raised his weary head, opened his mouth to scream, only
to find a long thin brown dick there sounding for his stomach.
Mark was baptized into the brotherhood of Harry's place then
and there .. or maybe it was after the first 100 dickings or so..
No matter... the boy was induced and he was up for grabs till
Helen came back for him..
More to come..
