Helen's Toy Ch. 02 - Surrender

Author Note

This story is a follow on chapter to my first story Helen's Toy. Follow the adventures of Helen as a series of chance encounters and mishaps lead to her sexual odyssey.

Helen woke to the familiar sound of her alarm chirping it's unwelcome call. There was already a thin beam of sunlight intruding through a gap in the curtains that illuminated her nakedness. She sprung up and searched for her phone which was still on the vanity table from last night. She silenced the alarm.

Helen lay back down onto the bed, her mind casting back to last night with Brad. He'd already left for work. She traced a hand delicately over her naked breasts, her head tilted to one side looking off into a void. She'd never experienced anything like last night before. She pondered the image from last night of her resplendent body in the mirror, the pride that she felt from having the endurance to take her new toy and the power she'd had over Brad. They'd ending the night with another delicious session, this time slow and loving and Brad had cum inside of her.

The swirling vortex of thoughts from last night stirred inside Helen. She brushed the tip of her clitoris feeling the beginnings of wetness. But she didn't have time for that! She had to get ready for work. Maybe later! She thought. She always got home from work before Brad and could find time to enjoy herself then.

Helen took a shower and made herself a coffee for her commute to work. She looked at the clock and rushed to pick out some clothes. She really needed to set herself an earlier alarm or have her stuff ready the night before, but every day was the same. Helen picked out a smart white blouse, her dependable pencil skirt, nude hold ups and a black bra and panty set. She threw on the clothes and quickly tied up her hair into a sensible ponytail. Grabbing her smart jacket, she gave herself a glance in the mirror. The same mirror she'd watched herself in the night before. Putting those tantalising thoughts out of her mind, she turned to grab her handbag, phone and keys and made for the door.

Helen made the short walk to the train station for her 30 minute commute across London. She'd worked for the same company for five years and although she enjoyed her job, she seemed to have hit her ceiling and was tied of seeing less capable colleagues promoted above her. She worked for a high profile sports marketing company. The job had seemed glamorous at first. She remembered getting excited at seeing famous sports stars come into the office, but it quickly became normal.

Helen was also acutely aware that she was turning 30 in six months and she didn't feel that her career was quite where it should be. Five years was the longest that she'd been in any job and she felt that she was slowly stagnating. She would have looked for a new job sooner, if she didn't work with her best friend Lizzy. They both worked in the accounts department and Lizzy could make even the most boring days fun. She'd met Lizzy on the first day that she started work there and they'd hit it off instantly.

As the train pulled into the station, Helen saw that is was standing room only as usual. She loved the excitement of living and working in London, but crowded and overly expensive public transport was one thing she most certainly didn't enjoy! As she boarded, she smiled to herself as she thought about some of the antics that her and Lizzy got up to at work and on their many nights out together.

With a hand holding onto the handrail of the train, Helen fished into the chaotic contents of her handbag for her phone. She swiped upward to unlock the phone screen hoping to see a message from Brad. Unusually it was her camera reel that was the first thing to open. Shit! she thought as she clasped the phone close to her chest, and looked around to make sure nobody was looking over her shoulder. She suddenly remembered the selfie that she had taken of herself when she felt so exquisite in her new lingerie the night before.

She opened the photo guardedly and was transfixed by what she saw. She was a vision of pure sexuality. She'd never seen herself in that light before and hardly believed that it was her. She smiled to herself and again checked that nobody was looking over she shoulder. Should I send it to Brad? She pondered. A quiver of excitement came over her as the photo took her back to last night's antics.

Wait though! What's this other photo? She thought. Helen quickly realised it wasn't a photo, it was a video clip. Her heart sank as her mind raced in a panic. What was it? She had set the phone to take a photo not a video. She gingerly opened this video that she saw was ominously 45 minutes long. To her horror as the video played, starting with her posing for the picture, she saw herself sit down on the bed. Wide eyed she closed the phone immediately when Helen from the video traced a hand down her body that settled inbetween her legs.

Helen looked up and clutched the phone to her chest. She held the phone so tightly that her fingers went white. She could feel herself becoming flushed and she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. How the hell did this happened?

It's Ok, she reassured herself. It's not like the video has been sent to anyone. Oh God! It will have recorded EVERTHING! she panicked.

Helen composed herself again, as she contemplated having a full on porn movie of her fulfilling one of her most private fantasies on her phone. She breathed as she realised It's fine, I can just delete it. But wouldn't it be hot to watch it back, maybe with Brad?

She couldn't believe she wasn't deleting the video instantly, as she'd never done anything remotely like this before. The thought of anyone seeing the picture of her in lingerie was enough to make her flushed with embarrassment, let alone her own private porno! Her mind raced again. Maybe I can watch it when I get back home, before Brad gets in.

Helen put the phone back into her handbag and composed herself as the train arrived at her stop. She prised herself out of the packed train with the mass of people trudging to their places of work. She left the station for the short walk to her office. She'd only then realised that in her panic she'd never actually checked her phone for a message from Brad. She fished the phone back out of her bag as she took the regular short cut behind the station to her office. Her heels clicked on the cold harsh concrete of the alley as she looked down into her phone. No message from Brad! She was disappointed. After everything they did last night, he couldn't be bother to send her a message!

Helen suddenly became aware of somebody walking in the opposite direction. It was a tall male figure, walking with purpose, a hood pulled over his head. She knew she was alone in the alleyway and like any woman in the same situation, she felt a tug of dread in the pit of her stomach. She moved as far as she could to the side of the alleyway to let him pass and kept looking ahead, but quickened her pace. The increased click of her heels betraying the panic felt inside of her. The walls of the alleyway suddenly seemed to be closing in on her as he got closer. How had she managed to find herself in what seemed the only secluded part of London in rush hour?

He brushed past her and her body allowed herself a second of relief. That was shattered when she felt a strong arm against her shoulder pushing her into the brick wall. She tried to squirm free and was then aware of a hand reaching around her body. She saw the huge weathered hand, but didn't look around to see his face. Her only focus was the end of the alleyway and safety. She could see normality and commuters passing by at the end of the alleyway.

Helen tried to move, but was completely overwhelmed by his strength. Never in her worst nightmares had she imagined that she could be so powerless. Just as she was about to scream for help the hand disappeared, and she was free. She spun around to see her assailant running away from her. Her heart was pounding and she felt sick as her weakened legs carried her to the end of the alleyway. It was then that she realised that her phone was gone. It was in her hand at the time and amidst the panic and fear, she hadn't even realised that he'd snatched it from her.

Helen stood at the exit of the alleyway. She was safe now and a sense of relief swept over her. The relief was soon replaced with a nausea as her body trembled uncontrollably. She took a few deep breaths and felt apart from the world going on normally around her. Her shock soon turned to anger. She worked hard and someone had forcibly taken something from her that she would have to replace with her hard earned money. She tried to compose herself. She was safe after all! It could have been so much worse she thought.

Helen continued in a daze to her office building. It was somewhere on route that it hit her. A realisation that the phone had THAT video on it! The feeling of nausea returned at the invasion of her privacy. I should have deleted it straight away! She thought regretfully. It's ok, I'm sure I locked the phone screen before he snatched it. He won't be able to open it. I'll register it as stolen as soon as I get to work and make a report to the police!

Helen's pace quickened as her office building came into sight. She was still shaking and felt like she was walking on air, not quite taking in her surroundings. That man could have done anything to me in that alley! She pondered. He could have forced himself on me or worse! The sensation of the strong arm pushing her against the alleyway wall came back to her. The feeling of powerlessness swept over her like a suffocating blanket. What if he had kept me there against the cold brick wall and hitched up my skirt? He could have easily ripped my black silk panties to one side and forced himself inside of me. I couldn't have put up any resistance. His sheer size would have overwhelmed me!

Helen felt a rush of blood that flushed her face. She was tall for a woman with an athletic build, but she was no match for his strength. He could have easily lifted me up by my ass cheeks and ploughed his hard cock into my unwilling cunt, with my back rubbing against the brick wall. I'd have had no choice but to submit until he had finished with me. Until he pumped his hot seed deep inside me! He could have done anything!

By the time Helen got to the revolving door of her office she was soaking wet. She felt the flush in her face and the wetness of her panties as she walked into the reception of the building. She ignored the bitch receptionist Amanda, but could feel her cold glare in the back of her head. Two years ago Helen had to report Amanda for misuse of company expenses and Amanda been gunning for her ever since. Helen made her was directly to the staff bathroom.

She rushed into the nearest toilet cubicle and locked the door, still shaking from the encounter, but with that ever familiar fire building up inside of her. It was all too much! The thought alone was an intrusion that she didn't seem to be able to control. The fire inside her raged and started to consume her. She didn't know why she was feeling this way and it certainly wasn't the reaction that she expected from her body.

Checking that the toilet door was locked, Helen hitched up her skirt and sat on the toilet seat. She was no longer in control and had to submit to the overwhelming need to cum. She pulled down her already sodden panties which got tangled around her nude patents heels. She ungraciously managed to take them over one heel and stretched one of her legs out, so her other heel was up against the door, her panties hanging unceremoniously from her heeled foot. She immediately reached a hand down to her wetness and rubbed her clit vigorously. It felt so good!

Helen had masturbated in the work toilets before. Who hadn't? She thought. But this was different. Usually slowly rubbing one out would suffice if she found herself horny in the office and in need of some relief. This time she needed to be fucked. She plunged her index and middle finger into her dripping cunt. The wetness was audible and she fucked herself with her two fingers thinking about her assailant. Imagining he had her against that wall. Powerless!

She was thankful that nobody else was in the bathroom. It would have been obvious to anyone what she was doing. Her heel rattled on the toilet cubicle door as her heavy breaths were interrupted by the sound of wetness as her fingers fucked herself. Faster and faster she drove her fingers into her hungry cunt. She wished she has something bigger, but she needed to cum right now! Helen looked down to see the wetness on her fingers, the length of them buried into her mound. She was so close! She just needed to cum before anyone came into the bathroom.

At that instant, the bathroom door swung open and she heard heeled footsteps make their way over to the mirrors. Fuck! Her mind protested. She was now on the edge of orgasm. Her left hand shot up to cover her mouth whilst her right and gripped over her clit and pulsing cunt. She tried to slow her breathing, but the shockwaves of her burgeoning orgasm rattled through her. Bolts of electricity radiated from her clit, consuming her. She could feel wetness from her cunt run down between her ass checks as she tried to maintain her stillness.

Who had walked in? Why the fuck were they taking so long at the mirror? I bet it's that bitch Amanda! Oh God I'm cumming!!

Just at that moment, the heels turned and walked out of the door. As soon as the door swung shut, the wave consumed Helen as she shuddered on the toilet seat to a climax. She let out a barely stifled scream and leaned back against the wall. She brushed her clit which sent sparks of electricity through her body, as she rode out last few delicious convulsions of orgasm. She instinctively brought up her fingers to taste her wetness. She licked her fingers clean and basked in the glow of the wake of her orgasm.

Eventually Helen sat up straight and untangled the panties from her heel. They were soaked. She couldn't put them back on in that state, so she stuffed them into her handbag and pulled her skirt down over her now bare ass and stocking tops. In the last 12 hours Helen had experienced more sexual energy and desire than she'd done for her whole life. What's happening to me? She thought.

She straightened her blouse and jacket, took a deep breath and left the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the way out. She hardly recognised this sexual entity anymore!

Helen made her way over to her desk to see the reassuring sight of her best friend Lizzy. She was having her morning coffee.

"We've you been? Your green tea is on your desk by the way, if you're still doing your health thing. Oh how was date night with Brad?" Lizzy enquired suggestively.

"You won't believe what just happened," said Helen trying to be as composed as possible. "I just got robbed on my way in."

"Oh my God!" cried Lizzy as she sprung up from her chair and rubbed Helen's arms caringly. "What happened? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, but he took my phone. I stupidly had it in my hand when I was walking down the alley behind the station."

"That's aweful! Sit down love. Are you sure you're ok? You're not hurt are you?"

"No. He pushed me on the arm," replied Helen. "But I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up. I need to report my phone as stolen, but I don't know who to call."

"Sit down!" commanded Lizzy. "We'll sort it all out. I'm just glad you're not hurt. You shouldn't be walking down that alley! Did you get a good look at him?"

"No," replied Helen. "God, I could really do without all this!"

Lizzy remained standing over Helen rubbing her shoulders. She was protective of her best friend and was probably the only person apart from Brad that Helen thought so could confide in and depend on.

After a short while Helen was beginning to feel more calm and in control of things. She found an online form to register her phone as stolen via her service provider. She was filling it in when she thought about that video again. I did lock the phone screen didn't I? Yes, I'm sure I did.

Just then Helen's manager Beverley came over to her desk, with a sense of urgency. Beverley was a women in her mid forties with hair always tied up neatly in a ponytail. She was caring, but no nonsense and had a kind and reassuring face. She always looked out for her "girls" as she called them, but expected hard work in return. Helen had always liked her and she'd been good to her.

"Lizzy has just told me what happened," said Beverley with clear concern in her voice. "Are you ok? What a terrible thing to happen!"

"Im fine," reassured Helen. "I just want to get everything sorted out and get back to work."

"Nonsense!" Fired Beverley. "You forget about work deary. Once you've finished reporting everything, you go home and take care of yourself. Work will still be here in the morning. I'll call you a taxi. I don't want you walking back to that station today."

Helen tried to argue but she knew it was pointless, and it was a kind gesture from Beverley. She really could use some time to decompress too. "Ok, thanks Beverley." replied Helen with a smile.

"And if there is anything else we can do for you, just let us know," commanded Beverley. With that she turned and headed back to her office.

Helen let out a long breath. She often complained about her job and the company that she worked for, but she really was lucky to have such caring colleagues and friends.