Enigma Pt. 02

Enigma

By JustJake051

Part Two

Chapter Five

John Titan was stunned and speechless. The beautiful woman in bed with him was a completely different person, a different woman from the one he thought he knew. A floodgate of passion had broken lose in her and Helene was letting everything out. Making love with her was incredible, beyond belief, John thought. Helene was screaming, laughing and feeling for the first time.

She looked at him, stared at him for a moment, her beautiful blue eyes looking deep inside him and then she took her hand, cupped her huge left breast and lifted it to him. Instantly John's mouth opened, and he took her hard, erect nipple in his mouth and began sucking.

"Oh my God. Yes, yes," she murmured.

Helene's response was instant. The harder John sucked, the more Helene moaned, pushing and thrusting her hips up, pumping madly in the air.

"OOOHHHHH!" she screamed as she came, her orgasm so intense her entire body was twitching. And that made John suck on her breast that much harder. He couldn't believe it. She was having an orgasm just from him sucking her breast. And she kept coming, pumping wildly and pushing her hips up, as if being fucked by some invisible cock. She was going wild, trembling and shaking as John's mouth locked firmly onto her nipple.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, as he released and slid his face down her abdomen and onto her bare pubic bone and then deep between her legs as she spread them wide for him.

"Oh yes! Oh, yes, do that," she moaned, as John slipped between her long legs and began to kiss and tease her swollen vagina. "Oh God, you know I love that. Please, please John, make me come again."

He nipped and licked at her clit and sucked and pulled at her outer vaginal lips. It was only a matter of minutes before Helene lost all control, squirting wildly, as her body shuddered from the intensity of her climax.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!!" she screamed, her orgasm so intense her body shaking violently, her legs twitching. John didn't stop to allow her to catch her breath.

"Ohhhhhhh, my God, yes!!! Oh, get that big cock in me. AAAAAHHHH," she groaned, as he slid deep inside her. This was so totally different from the first time they had sex, where she was absolutely quiet, never uttering a sound during their lovemaking. Even when he watched her get fucked by three men, huge cocks pounding away at her body, she never made a sound. Yet, here she was, now screaming and laughing, moaning at the slightest touch. Still, he couldn't believe the skill and power she possessed when fucking. She knew everything to do to a man, to his cock, to dive him wild, to take him to the edge and hold him there and keep him going.

"Oh, God, I loved it when you kissed my tits and made me come. I've never squirted like that before. Don't ever stop fucking me, John," she whispered.

Soon John had moved around her and was now fucking her slowly from behind. He began going faster and faster, and her body responded. The beautiful, tall blonde was now going wild, slamming her ass into him, meeting his thrust with the force of her entire body. Her cunt was extraordinary, so tight, so hot. She was unreal. He pounded away at her and her ass shook with each thrust, as he slammed against her, pushing as deep as he could. John was never much of an anal sex fan before, but with her he couldn't resist trying, couldn't control himself. As he pumped into her from behind, he slid his thumb into her tight asshole.

"Oooohhhh. God, yes baby. Do it!" she said. Then she lifted her head back as far as she could, the bright blue of her eyes glistening, as their eyes met. He leaned slightly forward and would have kissed her if he could have.

"Take my ass, John. Take it all. Everything I have. It's yours. Do it," Helene begged.

He stopped and looked down at her beautiful ass, his cock buried deep in her cunt, his thumb now immersed deep and sliding gently in and out of her tender, inviting asshole. Slowly, he eased his rigid cock out and paused.

"Ohhhh," she exhaled, as his cock left her body. He lifted the swollen, dripping head of his hard cock and slowly began to push against the puckered ring of her asshole.

"AAAhhhhhh," she moaned. "Yesssssss."

Helene was amazing. He didn't think that sex with her could be anymore incredible than what she did to him with her cunt. But John Titan was wrong, now totally blown away. It was only moments later that Helene had another orgasm, while he fucked her in the ass, and she squirted wildly all over the place again. John nearly lost his mind. He had no idea of the passion that was pent up inside her. Afterward, Helene lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, both of them slowly breathing, trying to gather themselves back together.

"I love you," John heard Helene say softly, in barely a whisper. A jolt went through his body. He was about to say I love you too, but he realized that her body was now shaking, and his chest was wet, covered in her tears.

"I'm a 38-year-old woman and I've never said I love you. Never been in love. Today is the first day in my life I've let myself go. My first and I enjoyed having sex. Yes, making love."

John wanted to speak but knew that there was a lot going on inside Helene that he didn't understand.

"I was so inexperienced. Before... before they found me. I was just a naïve college girl, not really interested in men. After they finished with me, then, I felt nothing. I built a hard shell. I was fucked constantly and felt nothing. Protected inside my shell. Now, I'm terrified, John. I don't know if I can get back in that shell and do what I have to do. And I hate that I've dragged you into this mess.

She slipped off from on top of him and lay next to him on the bed. John softly lifted her buried face from out of the pillow and said, "I know I don't want you feeling anything with anyone else. I don't want you making love with anyone except me, ever again. I think... no, I know, I want you in your shell when we're apart."

"I don't know, John. You have no idea of the things I have to do for them."

"I promise you, we'll figure a way out of this. Maybe the shell is like the role playing that people do. I don't know. I love you. I know we are meant to be. I can't lose you. We were meant to find each other. We fit together."

"John, you're a romantic," she said and smiled through the tears.

"Maybe," he said. "Maybe they were right, the ancient Greeks, and the myth about perfect love."

"What?" she said softly.

"The old Greek myth about love. Zeus and the Gods are up on Mount Olympus and all the creatures are below. Zeus looks down and there are some creatures climbing up the walls of Olympus to challenge the Gods. They're incredibly smart, clever, and strong. Two heads, four arms, four legs. They are humans. So, Zeus is pissed and he looks down and with a lightning bolt, splits all humans in half. And we spend all our lives going around looking, longing for our other half. Our soul mate. That's love. True love."

John paused and wiped the tears and some mascara from one of Helene's eyes.

"I will always love you. Always protect you. They'll have to come through hell and me to get to you."

"Oh, John. But you're right. We do fit." And she leaned over and kissed the angry scar on his right shoulder, where one of the bullets had ripped into him. Then she kissed his lips, deep and tenderly, as if they had never kissed before. She sniffled and wiped at the tears in her eyes.

"How about I go put my nipple rings in to distract you, we fix a martini and start a new chess game. And then fuck some more."

John laughed. "Chess in the nude? I'm up for it."

"I definitely hope you're up after the game," she said, laughed and softly grabbed his cock.

They didn't get any sleep that night. There was chess, and laughter and hours of sex, of wild fucking until in the early hours of the morning, when they fell asleep, clinging tightly to each other. John Titan's entire life had changed in an instant and so had Helene's.

Chapter Six

John Titan hadn't looked forward to anything like this in his life. He was headed back over to see the most magnificent, beautiful woman in the world, the woman he truly loved, and they would probably fuck and then go out to enjoy an exquisite dinner together. They had set three o'clock in the afternoon to meet before dinner. When he walked into the living room at Helene's, his heart sank. Patricia, John's ex-wife, was sitting in the living room chatting with Helene. John thought he was in some kind of nightmare. Patricia had lightened her brown hair, now almost the same blonde color as Helene's, and she got it cut in the same style as Helene's. Patricia was in her early thirties, tall, slender and very attractive. But not to John.

"What the hell is this," John whispered to Helene, as she stepped up to him and kissed him. John's eyes were filled with rage, his fists clenched tight, and all the wrong triggers had just been set off.

"Just be calm. She called me. Said she was coming over. She said she had something that she had to talk to me about. John, why don't you go wait in the game room. I'll be there in a minute," Helene said.

"No need, I'll be going," Patricia said. "So nice to meet you and I hope to hear from you about the charity event that you mentioned. And, of course, the other thing."

"Oh, you will," Helene said politely.

"What's going on?" John said through clenched teeth, after Patricia had left.

"She wants me to dump you. So she can have you back," Helene said calmly, a little smile on her face. "She wants me out of the picture."

"Yeh, and to fuck over me again. She's just playing with us. She's evil. And what did you say?" John asked.

"I said not a chance," Helene said laughing, and she leaned in and quickly kissed him. "You know she even offered me money. To leave you. I didn't know she had money."

"She doesn't. It's her family. You did say no, didn't you?" John asked.

"Of course," Helene said laughing.

"Fuck this. I'm getting a restraining order. This bitch is crazy. And she's evil. Don't have anything to do with her."

"Relax, we're fine. I've got this," Helene said. "Well, then she proposed a little wager."

"What? What kind of wager?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later. When I find out more. It could be fun."

John's curiosity was piqued, but he was still pissed.

"When?" he said.

"Later. Listen, I have this thing I have to do in a few days. But, I want you to know about it now," Helene said, now quite serious.

"I'm going with you, whatever it is," John said.

"I'm not sure that's a great idea. This is kind of wild stuff."

"Wilder than you and the three guys with giant dicks?" John said.

"Yes," she said. "Much wilder."

"Then I'm definitely going," he answered.

"Remember, you said there is nothing that you won't do for me? Well, if you go, you have to just keep quiet and don't say anything. Do you have a tux?" Helene asked.

"I think I still have it," John said.

"Never mind, I'll get you one."

The next day, Helene was standing at his door, and she handed him an Armani tuxedo, perfectly tailored for his wide shoulders and arms.

"Gotta go. Tomorrow night," and she kissed him. "Now, I have things I have to do." And she kissed him again and was gone.

Chapter Seven

John Titan stood at Helene's door, nervous, not knowing what was ahead that evening, but sure he was going to do whatever Helene needed. When she opened the door, his jaw dropped, his mouth wide open.

"Wow," he said, looking at the beauty that stood before him.

"Remember I told you I'm under this contract. This is part of what I have to do," Helene said, standing in the middle of the living room. She had heavy, thick steel rings in her nipples, and was wearing harsh, severe makeup, her eyebrows were dark and hard. Her blonde hair was slicked back, tight to her head. John Titan looked up and down and he could hardly believe his eyes. She had black fishnets stockings on, a black leather waist cincher, her breasts were bare and sticking out, being pushed up in a tiny, black leather shelf bra. She had on a leather collar, and wore long, black over-the-knee leather boots, and long, black leather gloves. John was truly stunned.

"God, you look incredible. I would never have recognized you. Never," John said in amazement.

"It's a costume," Helene said. "My shell. And I guess we'll see if the role play really works. If I'm as good an actress as I hope I am. I have so much to lose if I'm not."

On the drive over, Helene explained.

"John, this is a very, very private sex club. Been around this city for over a hundred years. There will be people there. People you recognize. Some may recognize you. I'm going to ask you to wear this. Please. Please wear this," and she held up a black leather mask to help him disguise himself.

"I'll look like Batman," he said.

"John, I'm serious. The members come to watch or join in while others are having their night. A member or the couple has their night to play. And other people are off doing their own thing, fucking anyone they want. People can do pretty much whatever they want, whatever goes with their preferences. Withing limits, of course. This is going to be pretty strange for you," she said.

John was silent and just kept driving.

"Some people just watch, as that night's chosen stars gets fucked. Or whipped or humiliated. But please don't try to stop any of this. They're all there because they like it."

"And you? Do they get to fuck you?" he asked, a tiny edge to his voice.

"No, not tonight. Tonight, I'm what you'd call the hired help. I'm here, under contract, to facilitate, dominate, you could say. And I think it's safe to say that I don't want you joining in any of the festivities," she said with a big smile. I will get jealous."

"At least you're smiling," he said. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not."

They pulled up in front of an old warehouse in the heart of downtown. It had been refurbished, the beautiful old stone outer walls had been fully restored, a historic beauty sitting amongst the metal and glass skyscrapers surrounding it. Two large, brass gaslights were mounted on the walls on each side of the large wooden door. A valet rushed out and took the car, as John walked Helene silently to the door. John was wearing the Armani tuxedo Helene had gotten for him and the small, black eye mask. But Helene was something else, he thought. She had on a long, black hooded cape over her corset and boots. She was the perfect picture of a woman you didn't want to fuck with.

They walked up to the door and there was a mountain standing in front of them. The doorman was an enormous man, grey hair, cut short in a flat top.

"Mistress Helene, wonderful to see you again," the doorman said, bowing slightly, his thick Russian accent, clipped and sharp.

"Thank you, Konstantin," Helene responded, her voice now dark and serious.

John recognized the face instantly. He'd seen it dozens of times in mug shots related to various crimes around the city. The doorman was the suspected enforcer for a Russian organized crime group in the city, but John could never find proof and was always quickly taken off the case before he could even get started. It was turned over to the Organized Crime Unit. This city had more than its share of corruption, and numerous officials above him were comfortable looking the other way. Down deep, he always thought it was one of the reasons they readily took him off the force, forced his retirement. "You're broken, Titan," they told him. "Time to go."

And Konstantin recognized former Detective Lieutenant John Titan instantly, even with the small black eye mask on. There was a moment of tenseness as the two large men stood toe to toe, inches apart. Then Helene stepped in and said "Konstantin, Mister Titan will be with me tonight. And from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." And the hulking figure stepped aside, clearing the entrance to the door.

"Mister Titan," Konstantin said, as John walked past him and into the darkness of the building.

It was like stepping into a cave, the room dark and vast. John could see streaks in the darkness, beams of moving light, swirling around in the enormous open space. In a far corner, he heard the sound of a whip cracking and cries of pain, moans of pleasure emanating from other corners. As soon as they made it into the entry hall, a man rushed up and took Helene's cape and other people began coming up to Helene with slight bows or kisses on her hand. It was like being with the Queen, John thought.

"Mistress," they all said. And Helene nodded slightly, in acknowledgement, a stern look now on her face.

"What the hell...?" John thought to himself, totally at a loss at what was unfolding in front of him.

Helene picked up a flashlight off of a stand next to the door and handed it to John.

"Use this. I have some things I have to do," she said standing next to him, her large bare breasts jutting out, the heavy iron rings dancing slowly as she moved. She leaned in and whispered, "I love you. Don't forget that. Please understand," and she disappeared into the darkness.

John turned the flashlight on and slowly began inching his way through the blackness of the giant, open warehouse. He could make out small groups and clusters spread around the cavernous building. He could make out numerous knots of people scattered throughout in the darkness of the void, moans and shrieks echoing in the blackness.

He slowly made his way over to a group standing around a hooded woman who was tied, suspended from the ceiling by a chain attached to her wrists, her feet barely touching the ground. John's mouth fell open as he stared at the incredibly beautiful figure, dangling in front of him. Her body was gorgeous. He heard the noise out of the dark, the rush of air and then the crack of the whip as it landed on her naked body. He watched her jump, as if hit by electricity. He moved the light slowly around the woman's amazing figure, suspended and covered in red whip marks. She had huge breasts, firm and perfect, and they were covered in red welts from the lash. Her entire head was covered by a black leather hood, her long blonde ponytail sticking out of the back of the hood.

People were taking turns whipping the woman. Then they would stop, and various men would walk up to the dangling woman, lift her legs and push their hardened cocks into her clearly stretched and well-used cunt, as she hung from the ceiling, her body gleaming from sweat and oil. One man would fuck her for several minutes, step away and another would move in. The light from the various flashlights danced over her body and gleamed as she twisted and turned under the stings of the lash and the cocks pounding into her. Instinct in his body said to jump in and stop this. But he knew he couldn't. For Helene.

Then, John froze, and fear ripped through his body. John had to blink twice as he thought he was seeing things. But no, it was real. He saw the brand, numbers on her perfect ass. Was this Helene? Was the ponytail a wig on the hood? Just then, an older woman stepped up and roughly pushed the bound woman's legs wide apart. Without a moment's hesitation, she crammed her entire hand deep into the woman's open cunt. For several minutes, the older woman continued fisting the woman until the dangling figure began to quiver and shake from the orgasm forced upon her. As the orgasm subsided, another man walked up and ripped the hood off the woman's head.

"Thank God," John thought. The long blonde hair was real. It was not Helene. He thought he recognized the woman but couldn't say from where. Like Helene, she had enormous, firm breasts, magnificent, and numbers branded on her asscheek. Her long blonde hair now ran all the way down her back. Like Helene, she was stunning, an incredible beauty. John shook his head in amazement. The red welts from the lash were all over her back, her stomach, her breasts and the backs of her legs.

John turned and with a sigh of relief, moved over to another cluster of dancing lights. There on her hands and knees was a woman with long brown hair, wearing only stockings, a garter belt, and a bra. There was another woman standing behind her, wearing a strap-on penis, the huge black phallus strapped onto a harness on her hips. She was savagely fucking the brunette in the ass with the dildo, as she roughly rammed her hips again and again into the other woman's ass.

"You like my big cock in your ass?" the standing woman asked.

"Yes Mistress," the squirming figure whined.

"Oh my God," John thought. This was Helene, wearing the strap-on cock. He moved his light down and couldn't quite clearly make out what he saw. Something was odd. Then he realized the woman getting fucked had a dick and was really a man. He watched Helene pound her body against the man's ass, harder and harder, the black rubber phallus driving all the way to the hilt.

Helene pulled the enormous rubber cock out of the man's ass, and with the sharp stiletto heel of her boot, pushed the man over onto his back. She then stepped over and straddled his face. John saw that she had removed the leather thong she had been wearing on the trip over, and Helene's hips and cunt were now fully exposed, save only the harness for the dildo. With that, Helene knelt on the floor and smashed her cunt onto the face of the wigged man beneath her.

"Lick my cunt. Do it! Please me, bitch!" Helene growled.

With that, the man pushed his tongue deeper into Helene's spread sex lips, as she ground down hard on his face. After several minutes, John could see that the wig had been tugged off. And he thought he recognized the man, naked, woman's lipstick smeared around his mouth, and heavy eye makeup on. It couldn't be, but it was. "It's the Police Commissioner," John thought to himself. As Helene worked her hips down onto his face, John saw the man ejaculating, his erect penis now spewing jets of semen into the air.

"You're just a slut. Look at you. You'll come whenever I want you to," Helene sneered.

When the man had finished, Helene stood, her legs still straddling the man's head and she bent slightly and urinated on him, the thin yellow stream catching the occasional moving beam of light. When she was done, she stepped off and walked into the darkness, the large heavy phallus bobbing in front of her, as she walked out of the light. John turned the light and looked back at the Police Commissioner lying on the concrete floor, as a much older woman stepped in, lifted the bottom of her long black evening dress, and she too began urinating on him.

John shook his head. He couldn't watch any more. He moved on. Along a far wall, a group of four men were fucking a woman at the same time, one in her cunt, one her ass and two in her mouth. John did recognize one of the men. It was the old man from Helene's house, Nikola, but the other three men he didn't know. The woman was writhing and screaming in pleasure and pain as the men ravaged at her body, their large cocks decimating every opening. But as Helene said, it was certainly consentual. The woman eagerly moved from one giant cock to another, pleasing each man with whatever opening was available. Then he realized her knew the older woman. It was the Police Commissioner's wife.

John turned and moved to another spot in the building and then another and then another. A group of about ten naked bodies were clumped in the middle of the floor. An attractive, middle-aged woman was being passed from man to man, as she moved around sucking the entire group. There was a man being fucked in the ass by another man, as he was performing oral sex on an attractive redhead. "Damn, John said, "I've seen her before," trying to remember where he had seen the beautiful redhead. And he kept slowly moving, inching along in the darkness.

He moved around and his light passed onto a familiar face. His heart jumped. There she was, Helene again. John moved the light down to see Helene walk over and then lower herself onto the face of an attractive, older woman who was being whipped and fucked, while spread on top of a table. She too was covered in red whip marks. Helene rode the woman's face for several minutes, while a heavy-set, gray-haired man fucked her, her legs splayed wide apart. Then Helene and the man traded places, and the woman was forced to suck the man's dripping cock, while Helene fucked her with the enormous black strap-on phallus.

John watched as Helene pulled the enormous dildo out of the woman's cunt and roughly crammed it into her asshole.

"Stick your hand in your worthless cunt when I fuck you," Helene ordered. The older woman instantly obeyed and began savagely rubbing her cunt, while Helene pounded her ass.

"OOOOHHHH. Yes, mistress. Yes," screeched the woman, as her orgasm began sweeping her up.

"Look at me, bitch," Helene ordered.

He watched Helene unfasten the harness from her waist and let the massive rubber cock fall onto the concrete floor.

"Yes, now down, get on your knees," Helene snarled. The woman instantly scrambled off the table and down onto the concrete floor.

"Yes, Mistress," the woman muttered.

"Now, eat my ass," Helene ordered

"Yes, Mistress," she muttered, as Helene bent over and spread her asscheeks for the woman. The naked woman scrambled around behind Helene and pushed her face between the spread asscheeks.

"Pleasure me. Deep. Put your worthless tongue deep in my ass."

John watched, both shocked and amazed by Helene. It was certainly a part of her that he didn't know, had never seen. But he couldn't be sure where this was inside her. Was this part of her shell? Her act? Or was she really into this kind of thing. He was lost. He didn't know, but he knew he had to find out.

It was the end of the night, and the club was over. John drove Helene home in silence. He really didn't know what to say. Reeling from the night, John Titan paused at Helene's front door and spoke for the first time.

"Helene. I love you. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can compartmentalize things like you do. I'm lost here. Help."

"John, please stay. Stay with me tonight. Help me through this. I told you it's everything you can imagine and then some. And tonight is not the worst, John. Please stay."

John stayed with her for the night and then returned to his house the following morning, telling Helene he just needed time to think, to figure this out.

Chapter Eight

Five days had passed since the night of the sex club, and John and Helene had talked only briefly on the phone but hadn't seen each other since that night. And Helene was more than a little relieved about that, because she didn't want John walking in on what was about to happen.

Patricia, John's ex, had just walked through her door and was there to finish the bet that she and Helene had made earlier. And the bet was quite specific. It was a wager, a competition to see who could take the largest amount of cock and out fuck the other. The winner would get John.

"How about this..." Patrricia said, as they met for lunch two days earlier to finalize the bet. "The loser helps in the fund raiser for the art gallery. Say one million dollars? And she does whatever she's told to do at the gallery exhibit."

Helene wanted to laugh, but that would have ruined everything. This was so obviously a trap Patricia was setting that it was humorous. An absurd wager on who can fuck the best, ridiculous stakes of money and the loser riding off into the sunset. Being the incredible chess master she was, Helene instantly recognized the trap and now planned her own trap, inside Patricia's.

"That sounds fair," Helene said calmly.

"And then, for maybe several years, the loser will agree to vanish, disappear, never see John again," Patricia said.

"How about three years?" Helene asked. Helene was smart. She had the whole thing down in writing. They both agreed with the stakes, what the winner gets, what happens to the loser. They both had agreed and signed it.

Patricia had certainly made it clear to Helene days earlier when she came to Helene's home, just before John arrived. She told Helene exactly how she felt about her.

"John deserves something more than a cold, stoic bitch," Patricia told Helene. "I can give him what he wants. And I know you certainly can't. And I know I can certainly outfuck you. I've had lots of men and John deserves the best." Since her affairs and relationships with men were now numerous and epic in her mind, Patricia was quite confident of the shortcomings of prim, cold socialite, Helene. Patricia knew that Helene could never rival her sexual expertise. Helene remained silent as Patricia went on about her sexual prowess and being the best choice for John.

The women had found two exceptionally well-endowed men to aid in the contest. That afternoon, the two men arrived at the house, for the wager. The men were to be well compensated for their services and when they saw the two beautiful women involved, they quickly began to get into the spirit of the competition. Each pulled out his massive cock. Their enormous erections sprung out, as each dropped his pants. Both men were equally huge, equally thick. The large, black man had gold cock-ring around the base of his 14 inch penis. The other man was a tall young, white guy, uncircumcised and equal in penis size to the other.

Patricia said she wanted to go first, just to show Helene how it was done, she said. The young white guy laid down on the carpeted floor, his enormous cock resting on his stomach and said, "All right ladies, game on."

Patricia crawled on top of the attractive young man, and she was clearly ready to fuck. Her stretched, butterfly cunt lips were huge and hung down, her sexual experiences obvious from her well-used, stretched inner lips. She quickly pushed the enormous erection between her legs and began to push down. Deeper and deeper the 14 inches sank into her until she cried out in pain.

"Stop! That's all I can do. Too big. Okay!" she screamed, as she reached her limit.

Patricia panted, as she climbed off the young hunk beneath her. She had managed to take over twelve of the fourteen inches of the rigid cock inside her. Still, the massive cock was only partially buried.

"You won't be able to beat that," Patricia said smiling.

"You're probably right," Helene said. If she knew nothing else from chess, Helene knew that setting a good trap might require a little selling.

"That was good. You were fantastic. Let me see what I can do, if I can beat that."

Patricia was more than a little stunned when Helene tossed aside the white cotton robe she was wearing and stood naked in front of her. She was stunned by the body of the amazing beauty standing there.

"God Damn," the black guy said, looking at the magnificent blonde woman in front of him.

The large black man looked at Helene and grinned. "Damn, lady, you bury the gold, you win the prize," referring to the large, gold cock ring at the base of his enormous penis.

Helene climbed on top and calmly positioned the huge head of the rigid cock against her cunt lips. Then in one smooth motion, Helene pushed her hips down and the entire enormous black cock disappeared. All of it was gone, including the gold cock ring. Slowly, she ground her cunt down for a moment, her eyes always on Patricia. The gold cock ring had now completely vanished from sight, all fourteen inches were buried deep in Helene's cunt. Helene paused for a moment and then began slowly grinding down even harder on the enormous piece of meat inside her.

"Oh my God," Patrica muttered.

"Can you?" Helene said, gesturing to the other man who had just fucked Patricia. She gestured for him to come over to her. "Can you put yours in? Both. Both in my cunt," Helene said, very businesslike, all passion missing.

The young man moved over next to them, his huge erection still glistening from Patricia's wetness. He bent down and pressed his enormous erection against the side of the huge black cock already stuffed in Helene's cunt and pushed.

"Damn!!!" The black guy yelled

"Ahhhh" Helene exhaled, as the giant rod slid in, deeper and deeper, until both were all the way in and pumping away, a steady in and out, as both cocks alternated deep strokes inside her. Helene had done double vaginal before and knew this would clinch the bet. When she was with the Oligarch, she considered it unusual if she didn't have double vaginal or double anal sex once a day. After several minutes, the men stopped, and Helene stood.

"You're next. Beat that. Take both in your cunt," Helene said firmly, sounding much like an order. "C'mon. Now you. Just so you don't have any doubts. Do it," Helene demanded.

"No. You win," Patricia said quietly.

"DO IT!!" Helene shouted, her patience with Patricia finally at an end.

"STOP! STOP! I CAN'T DO THAT!!" Patricia sobbed, tears running down her face.

"Just to make sure you understand you lost," Helene said.

"I have. You win," Patricia said meekly.

Chapter Nine

Helene called John early the next morning, following her previous afternoon meeting with Patricia.

"John, I need to see you. We have a little good news," she said.

It took John Titan only about thirty minutes to drive over to Helene's. Normally, it would have taken him an hour. He knocked at the door, and she quickly opened it and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was standing there, holding his leather weekender bag, as she clung to his neck.

"You said you have some good news. Good. So do I. I don't care if we live in my place or yours. I just don't ever want to be apart. We're both strong enough to figure this out, be together and make it work. We can do it. I can't go on without you," John said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to marry me."

"John..." Helene said, stunned.

"Well?"

"Of course. Yes," and she grabbed him and pulled him into the house. And she kissed him. "Of course."

"So, what's your news?" John asked.

"I think I have a way out. I'll know definitely in a day or two. Meanwhile, there's a new exhibit coming up at the art gallery, at the museum. It's a one-night private event, an evening display. A fund raiser to pay for the new Renoir at the museum and to help fund some scholarships for art students. One night only and you're invited, with me."

She kissed him again, now bubbling with excitement, as she explained. "It got started several years ago and it was such a big hit and a big moneymaker for the gallery. The exhibit is called 'Thoughts of Eroticism: A Gallery of Passion and Beauty'" she said and smiled, as she took him by the hand and headed over to the bar. There, she picked up the silver ice bucket, a bottle of Dom Perignon nestled in the ice.

"Sounds like fun," John said. "Sounds pretty wild for an art gallery."

Helene laughed and kissed him again.

"Where we going?" John asked, as she dragged him across the room, ice bucket in hand.

She turned and smiled.

"Bedroom," she said.

Two nights later, they were well into a second bottle of Dom Perignon, as they both prepared for the evening at the gallery. John put on his Armani tuxedo and sipped champagne and waited until Helene came in.

And when she did, it was an entrance to behold. John's eyes grew large as Helene slowly walked toward him. She wore a gold, metal-mesh evening dress that clung tightly to her magnificent body. With exceptionally low cleavage open down to her waist, the soft wrap of the front of the dress opened and closed as she moved, her magnificent breasts occasionally visible and sticking out. Her gold stockings glistened as she walked in gold five-inch heels. John couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Wow!" John said. "Any erotic exhibit is going to be nothing compared to you."

"It's fitting for the occasion. You'll see. This exhibition, it's becoming quite a big deal in the city. A lot of wealthy and powerful people. So, the museum is closed tonight to the public for this."

The limo pulled up and picked them up. As John helped Helene out of the limo, she stepped out with one long gold leg and the liquid gold dress parted in the front. John could clearly see she was not wearing panties.

"Damn," he thought. "This is going to be some night."

They walked into the gallery and again people were coming up to Helene and greeting her, shaking her hand as if in celebration. John knew he was missing something, but didn't quite know what.

John looked around at the people gathered there and was shocked. Millionaires, the Police Commissioner was there, the Mayor, numerous state and national politicians, the Serbian man, Nikoli, among others, filled the hall. John noticed an attractive redhead, the anchorwoman celebrity from the local network news station. And then it hit him. The redhead was also at the sex club that night. He looked around to see famous area sports figures, legends, along with their beautiful trophy wives on their arms. The Mayor's wife was standing close to the Mayor and John reeled again. Her enormous breasts, her beautiful face and long blonde hair. John recognized her instantly from that night at the sex club. She was the gorgeous blonde dangling from the ceiling and being whipped. And John remembered that she, too, bore the brand, like Helene, of time served with the powerful Oligarch.

John turned and saw the Mayor walking toward him. He paused as the Mayor came over to him and vigorously shook his hand.

"Congratulations, John. Congratulations. She's quite a catch," the Mayor said, and winked.

"Mister Mayor," John replied, stunned that the mayor even knew his name.

"John, please call me Raymond. And this is my wife, Arlene."

Yes, John thought, Arlene was indeed the incredible beauty from the sex club. He instantly recognized her as the woman who was being whipped and fucked at the club, her long blonde hair and enormous breasts, unmistakable. And he realized that she was also one of the women who was branded and had been owned, like Helene.

"John, congratulations. Helene told me, your wedding, it's wonderful," the Mayor's wife said, and she leaned in a kissed him. And then it hit him. The perfume, Helene's perfume. It was the same. "After the wedding, I hope you'll both stop by regularly and spend more time with us. I love her. We're sisters, of a sort."

"Thank you," John muttered, now barely able to speak.

He looked around and saw Helene in the salon, surrounded by people, all sipping champagne and chatting. A soft electronic chime resounded through the gallery and the gathering grew quiet. Helene stepped to the microphone and made an announcement

"Ladies involved in tonight's exhibition, please go to your exhibits. The exhibition will open in thirty minutes. Remember, tonight's exhibition will last for one hour. Then the champagne bar will reopen."

John was suddenly curious about why Helene was making the gallery announcement. But with everything swirling around him, her announcement was the last question on his mind. The social amenities continued until the chime sounded again, marking the opening of the exhibit. Helene took John's arm and together they wandered over to the wing of the gallery where the temporary one-night exhibits were set for viewing.

"This is pretty wild," John said. "I'm amazed that the gallery would close for a night like this. And to do this kind of exhibit. It's pretty racy."

"Not so amazing. John, I own the gallery. The museum, the art, all of it. The building where the sex club is... I own that. And, maybe twenty blocks of downtown real estate." John was stunned, his mind in shock. "It's my exhibition. Relax and enjoy it," she said and kissed him.

The 'Thoughts of Eroticism: A Gallery of Passion and Beauty' exhibit was both erotic and thought provoking. Not to mention sexy as hell, John thought. They walked around, viewing the different exhibits of eroticism. There were painting, photographic murals and exhibits, many with live women in costume, some in latex, some nude in poses and positions depicting a theme. They were human mannequins, John thought, beautiful, sexy, outrageous human mannequins. The participants were all local celebrity women, wives of rich, powerful men, on display in the various exhibits. Helene explained that the women felt honored to be asked to be a part of it. Each scene, each tableau, depicted a perfect vision of beauty and eroticism. It was breathtaking. Each exhibit had its own theme, and that theme was noted in signage above each exhibit.

The first exhibit they came to was 'Self Admiration'. There, standing, was a beautiful, naked woman looking at herself, longingly, in a full-length mirror. The gorgeous brunette just stared into the mirror at herself, as people gathered around.

They moved to the next exhibit, and it was entitled 'Objectification'. And there sat Arlene, the Mayor's wife, encased in a large plexiglass box. She had on a pink satin corset and her magnificent breasts exposed, fully uncovered. Her lips were now covered in shiny pink gloss, and her long blonde was hair teased wildly out. She was wearing outrageous black patent 8-inch stiletto heels. She was the perfect image of a gorgeous bimbo, John thought, a sex object if ever there was one. She sat on a black satin covered pedestal, as the entire glass cube slowly spun on a platform, as she revolved slowly around for everyone to see. She sat in the moving display platform, her legs spread wide apart, her pink sex lips open and glistening.

"Damn," John muttered. "You did this?"

"It gets better," Helene said and smiled.

They came to the 'Longing and Lust' exhibit. There was an older woman in a black latex body suit, her large breast jutting out of opening in the latex bodysuit. She was staring at a young woman who was tightly tied with ropes. The woman was tied and her legs spread wide apart, her body tied with intricate rope patterns, Shabari Japanese rope bondage, knots and braids that were art works in themselves, the woman's breasts tightly bound and squeezed outward by the ropes.

Next was an exhibit entitled 'Bliss'. Two naked women were on all fours on the floor, with a long double-headed black dildo stuffed in both their cunts. They were ass to ass, their heads thrown back in ecstasy, frozen in mid-thrust.

'Seeing Your True Self' depicted a woman in a plain, modest dress, looking to a large frame, a mirror frame with no glass. In the faked mirror, an image reflected back of the woman seeing herself, naked on a leash, her breast jutting obscenely out, while another woman dressed in a black latex catsuit held the end of the leash. John had to look several times, trying to figure out how the illusion was created. "They're twins," Helene whispered to John. "Local models. I was lucky they agreed to do it."

They wandered past beautiful oil paintings of naked women in erotic, sexy poses. Next was the 'By Day-By Night' exhibit. It was the stunning redhead, the television news anchor. By Day was depicted in a large photo mural. The woman was working, respectable, professional, at the television station in front of her news desk. Next to the photo, was By Night. There, the real redhead stood, posed in position. She wore outrageous, exaggerated eye makeup, and wild teased hair, looking every bit like a cheap whore, a woman of the night. Her body was covered in fake tattoos saying Slut, BBC, Fuck Me, one bare breast on display with a Queen of Spades tattoo. She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt, with Whore written on the leather choker around her neck, a cheap, red fake-fur cape on her shoulders. Yes, it was her. John recognized her as the beautiful redhead from the night at the sex club, there was no doubt.

The 'Chastity' exhibit depicted a naked woman posed with stainless metal cups covering her enormous breasts, and a stainless metal chastity belt on her hips, a metal strap down between her legs protecting her virtue, and the metal belt was secured with a lock on her waist.

The exhibits continued. 'Acceptable Training', 'The Latex Life', and 'Bondage' were all wild visions of fantasy and eroticism. 'Inquisition' depicted a scene of naked woman bound on a table, a hood over her head, electrodes taped to various places on her body, her breasts, her vagina. At intervals, a small shock would cause her body to jolt and jump.

The exhibit called 'Living Doll' made John look twice to make sure of what he was seeing. It was a nude woman, with large breasts, her body painted pink, painted with a shiny, slick plastic surface. It looked exactly like a plastic doll. The woman was wearing a doll face mask, while being impaled in her cunt by the stainless-steel pole of a stand. The stand, with its metal pole extending up into her vagina, slowly spun the posed woman around, looking exactly like a toy doll on a stand.

'Domestic Ideal' depicted an idyllic picture, a beautiful blonde wife of a local sports celebrity, standing, surrounded by flowers, wearing a floral sun dress, as she held a basket of flowers. But the front of the sundress was open, and the blonde's bare breasts were exposed and sticking out. The bottom front of the dress was missing, cut open and the stunning blonde's bare hips and shaved vagina exposed, a pastoral picture of erotic beauty.

John and Helene walked up to 'Submission -Under Her Spell', and Helene smiled at John. A young woman was naked, a latex arms binder had her arms tight behind her back. The young woman was kneeling and looking up lovingly at another woman in a tight, short, red latex dress standing over her. The young woman wore a red collar around her neck, with a red leash attached. The older, stern-looking woman was holding the leash. John instantly recognized the younger woman on her knees. It was the young woman he first fucked at Helene's.

"John, this next exhibit is of special interest to both of us. I need to tell you, it concerns Patricia. I told you that we made a bet."

"Oh, yeah, the mysterious bet," John said.

"Well, it was all her idea. She bet me that she could out-fuck me and take more cock than I could. She said you deserved more than a cold, frigid woman like me, and she would prove it. It was sort of like a duel... with very big swords. I'll explain it all later. Tonight," Helene said and smiled.

"Humm," John said with a frown, shaking his head.

"Winner would get you and a couple of other things, thrown in. And I won. And this exhibit is part of it," Helene said.

They walked around a corner to the last exhibit of the show, the large sign above the room designating it as the Feature Exhibit. They walked in and with perhaps thirty others standing in the room and admiring the art. A sign posted on the stand in front of the exhibit read 'Please do not touch, lick, or otherwise mount the exhibit'.

Patricia was the Feature Exhibit, the star of the show, entitled 'Open Corridors of Lust'. Patricia was naked, mounted on a rough wooden wall, especially erected and distressed for the exhibit. And the effect was amazing. Large iron clamps were around her waist holding her firmly to the wall, suspended in the air. Her arms and neck were also pinned to the wall by clamps, as she hung there suspended, motionless. Her legs were spread wide apart against the wall, her ankles cuffed, her exposed cunt sticking out, inviting, offering. Her large inner vaginal labia were parted and clipped open, fastened to black garters at the top of her thighs. Her mouth was held wide open by a large O-ring gag. Her large open cunt and wide-open mouth created a magnificent illusion of two open, pink corridors of lust, wide and inviting. Her eyes were cast down, not making eye contact with the patrons.

"Sometimes being a little broken can be a good thing. It's something you helped me understand," Helene said.

"Oh, Honey, you're no more broken than any of us," John said, smiling. "And, we fit together, we're perfect."

The hour was up, and everyone returned to the champagne bar in the main lobby area. The wives and women who participated in the exhibit filtered in, one by one, each receiving a huge ovation from the gathering.

Everyone was sipping champagne, and a huge applause erupted. John Titan looked around and soon everyone was toasting Helene with their glasses. John joined in.

Helene turned to John and said softly, "John, there's one more part I need to tell you... the last part of the wager... in losing the bet, Patricia is going away for a while. Three years to be exact. I asked and he agreed. He likes them younger for the milk, and if she can't do that, he said that he would find something else for her to do. And John... he's agreed to release me from my contract."

"What?" John said stunned.

"I know. I'm free. We're free. I know we might not be the quiet, vanilla Ozzie and Harriett couple next door, but we'll be our own, do what we want, and be together," Helene said, and she leaned over and kissed him.

"Now, let's go home and fuck," she said. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

End