Chapter 14: Hitting rock bottom

Helen is dragged to the deep end.

Helen left the tattoo and piercing shop with a mixture of anger, resignation and sadness.

Logan had put a bandage over her tattoo and given her instructions and creams for the proper care of her piercing and tattoo, but before that, he had charged her for his work.

Lying down and tied up as she was, he had tilted the surface she was lying on a little more, removed her gag and put his cock to her lips. Angry and indignant at what had been done to her without her permission, Helen made a half-hearted attempt to resist, closing her mouth, but a gesture from Jack, accompanied by light pressure on one of her sore nipples, made her relent and open her mouth. Logan shoved his long cock all the way down her throat, causing her to gag, and then began to thrust in and out, using Helen as a receptacle, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her mouth and the excitement of having her at his mercy, helpless and naked.

While he enjoyed fucking her face, Logan fondled and groped her breasts, avoiding touching her nipples. After a few minutes, Helen noticed how he pushed his cock all the way in, resting his testicles on her nose, and his cock began to throb and pulse, shooting streams of cum straight into her stomach, which she felt like a hot, viscous mush going down her throat.

When Logan finished, he was replaced by Jack, who also forced her to give him a blowjob, and to receive a fresh load of cum in her stomach.

Helen walked out of the shop with Jack, and they both headed for the car. Suddenly, Helen turned to him and began punching him in the chest and shoulders, screaming, “You motherfucker! You son of a bitch! You cheated on me! You bastard! You’ve marked me as your property! This has gone too far! I never want to see you again! Go to hell!”

Jack protected himself, and when she calmed down, he said to her, in a calm voice, “You need to calm down. Since you need a few weeks until the piercing and tattoo are fully healed, we won’t see each other for a while. So you can meditate.”

“I have nothing to reflect on! We won’t see each other again!”

“As you are shocked and confused, I will ignore your tone and that you have not called me Master,” Jack said, kneading her buttocks, which made Helen remember how she had started the morning and all the pain, and pleasure, she had felt.

Helen got into the car, and Jack drove her home. Once there, Helen lay in bed and spent the day resting, albeit with a whirlwind of thoughts and ideas in her head, getting up only to eat something.

For the next few weeks, while her piercings and tattoos healed, Jack left her alone and did not visit her, nor did Mark, whom Jack had told what had happened and instructed to wait.

Jack not only wanted Helen’s body to recover; he also wanted her, since her clitoris was very sensitive and Helen would not be able to masturbate, to feel increasingly aroused and eager to regain the excitement that Jack’s or Mark’s visits gave her.

As Jack had supposed, Helen gradually began to feel restless. In the last period, she had grown accustomed to thinking about sex all the time, to having it always present, and to releasing all the tension of desire and of her work in orgasms which, though wrenched from her against her will, were explosive, overwhelming, the most intense sensations she had ever felt in her life.

On the other hand, she was very angry with Jack for what he had done to her body without her permission. At the same time, the thought of it excited her, as he had decided on her body without her permission, as a slave, as in her fantasies of it.

She tried masturbating a few times, but at first her clitoris was sore and very sensitive, and she had to stop. When she finally got it one day, it was a very weak orgasm, which left her unsatisfied; it was not the explosion of fireworks she had become accustomed to lately.

At work, Helen regained some of the concentration she had lost lately, but she didn’t have all her soul on the job, as she had before. Work was no longer her life; it was something that occupied her for a few hours a day, and although she did it as effectively as before, she no longer put in the hours at the office, much to the surprise, and relief, of her assistant Kate.

Kate, since releasing Helen from her self-bondage quagmire and breaking off her relationship with Samantha after she spent the weekend abusing and having sex with Helen, had noticed her boss looking very strange but had decided not to ask questions. She herself was not having a good time either.

Helen had searched for information to see if she could remove the piercing and tattoo, but what she had ascertained from various sources was that it was impossible at the present time. She had to wait until everything had healed, or the result would be much worse, so she continued to take care of herself according to the instructions given to her by Logan, the tattooist. At work, Helen had tried to wear clothes and bras that did not show or hint at her nipple rings or the little chain that attached them.

Helen, two days after her partially unsuccessful attempt at masturbation, came home and stripped off her clothes to have a final trim and cleaning of her piercings and tattoos, both of which were now fully healed.

While she was in the bathroom, she noticed the front door of the house open, and a few moments later, Jack appeared in the bathroom doorway.

“Get out of here! I don’t want to see you!” Helen said indignantly.

“That’s no way to greet your master,” Jack replied with a grin.

“I told you the game is up.”

“It’s not over until I say it is. You seem to forget about the recordings I have. And if that’s not enough for you, I have many more recordings now of all the visits Mark and I have made to you at the office and at your home. And finally, I’m sure your colleagues or acquaintances would love to see a video of you fucking six men, or even three at a time, or the tattoo you have above your pussy.”

Helen felt trapped again, and indignation gave way to dismay. She saw no way out, yet she made one last attempt: “Please leave me; I don’t want to go on.”

“I think deep down you do want to, but you like to see yourself forced so you don’t feel guilty. In any case, if you don’t want to, I enjoy it more, just as I enjoy it more when you cum even though you don’t want to. In any case, I haven’t fucked you for a long time, so, for starters, get down on your knees and give me a blowjob.”

When Jack saw that Helen did not obey immediately, he threatened her, “Fine, then I will send these videos to your contacts and company and also upload them to the Internet. You’ll be a famous slut.”

“No, please don’t do that,” Helen exclaimed, getting down on her knees to Jack.

“That’s better. Now I want you to humbly ask me to please let you suck my cock. And don’t forget that I am your master.”

Helen gathered her strength; on her knees, she moved a little closer to Jack and, humiliated, said, “Please, Master, will you let me suck your cock? I would like you to cum in my mouth.”

“That’s better, slave. I give you permission.”

Helen unbuttoned him and pulled down his trousers and pants, revealing Jack’s cock, which was quite erect after seeing Helen naked, with the rings on her nipples and the tattoo above her sex, above the ring piercing her clitoris.

Helen opened her mouth, grabbed Jack’s cock with one hand, and began to lick his glans while moving her hand up and down the length of the shaft. In her head, along with the displeasure of having to obey him, she felt a strange, ‘back to normal’ sensation; somehow, it seemed to her that she had missed having a cock in her mouth, the taste, both unpleasant and exciting, of semen. Helen noticed, to her chagrin, that her vagina was moistening slightly, as if preparing for penetration, something that, she realised, she had missed since the rings were put in.

She kept sucking Jack’s cock and taking it into her mouth, deeper and deeper, and, without realising it, more and more enthusiastically.

Jack, who had been wanting to fuck her for a long time and was very aroused, couldn’t hold on for long. He held her head with both hands, pushed his cock all the way in, and began to cum. His cock throbbed with great pulsations, spurting thick streams of cum, which both Helen and Jack felt as massive and very plentiful.

Although in recent weeks Jack had masturbated more than once thinking about Helen, after many weeks without enjoying her beautiful body, he was very excited; he had accumulated a large amount of semen in his testicles, and the liquid gushing from his cock seemed endless. Helen didn’t manage to swallow it all, and some overflowed from the corner of her lips.

When the flow was over, Jack let go of Helen’s head and withdrew his cock, which was losing its erection.

“I’ve missed this,” Jack exclaimed contentedly, “Let’s go to the bedroom; I’m not finished with you yet,” he added, heading for the bedroom.

“Yes, Master,” replied Helen, getting up and following him.

In the bedroom, Jack lay down on the bed and pointed to Helen’s partially erect cock.

Helen needed no further prompting; she knew what he expected.

She climbed onto the bed, knelt between his legs, and began to suck his cock. He quickly regained his erection; then, he said, “I bet you’ve been wanting a cock in your pussy. Get up and fuck me.”

Helen straddled Jack, took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her sex, then began to slowly descend, feeling the cock slowly make its way into her now lubricated vagina, parting the velvety walls of her sex, feeling sensations she had not felt for some time and which she sensed she needed.

She slowly moved down until their pubes were in contact, enjoying the feeling more and more. Then she began to move up and down, very slowly, savouring the sensations that the warm, fleshy shaft was producing inside her. She had certainly missed sex, having her vagina filled with a cylinder of flesh that would bring her to orgasm. Helen looked at Jack and told herself that she didn’t like this man, that she would never choose him as a partner, that he was someone despicable who would blackmail her; however, what these thoughts diminished in her arousal was offset by the perverse excitement of not having a choice, of being ‘used’ in every sense of the word, of being a slave to this man, of not being in control of her own sexuality.

Her pace quickened, as her arousal increased. Jack was getting more and more aroused too. Then he grabbed with his right hand the chain linking her nipple rings, which swung up and down as she impaled herself on Jack’s cock, while with his other hand he began to grope her breasts.

With the chain, he began to set the rhythm as Helen went up and down, impaling herself on his cock. Helen had closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by her desire, speeding up her movement more and more, wanting to reach orgasm as soon as possible. However, Jack, both to delay the moment, having recently cum, and to play with Helen and tease her, began to pull up when she tried to go down, or down when she tried to come up.

The first time Helen, who had her eyes closed, felt the tension and pain as the chain pulled on her erect nipples and her breasts stretched upwards, and she had to stop her movement. Then she began to pay more attention and to become desperate. In order not to hurt her sensitive nipples, she had to move very slowly when her desire drove her to move fast and cum at last. Jack guided her by pulling on her nipple chain, making her pussy move desperately slow on his hard, erect cock.

While Jack’s pleasure multiplied as he felt every inch of the warm channel slowly swallowing his erect member, Helen’s arousal grew, desperate to cum at last.

Finally, Helen could take no more and, panting, pleaded with Jack, “Please...”

“What?”

“Please...”

“What do you want, slave?”

“Please, Master, let me cum.”

“How?”

“Please fuck me with your hard cock; I need it inside me. Put it all the way up my cunt,’ she said desperately.

“I’ll grant you that, slave,” Jack replied, releasing the chain and grabbing a breast with each hand.

Eyes closed and mouth half open, panting like a locomotive, Helen began to rise and fall, impaling herself hard on Jack’s rigid shaft. She began to wag her head from side to side, to moan uncontrollably, until at last, with a scream, she exploded with pleasure, a gigantic orgasm rocking her from end to end of her body, her vagina pulsing and drawing all possible pleasure from the cylinder of flesh that filled her.

Helen’s contractions on Jack’s cock triggered his orgasm, and he began to cum, spurting streams of semen into her already drenched vagina. They both continued to enjoy their intense orgasms until, slowly, Helen dropped almost limply onto Jack and then lay down beside him.

They both fell asleep, exhausted.

When, after an hour, they got up, Jack took out from a bag, in which he had brought all the erotic toys she had brought to his house, the chastity belt and the remote control vibrator and put them on her. Helen begged him not to, but Jack ignored her and left.

Thus began again a period of Jack remotely activating the vibrator but not communicating with her and not letting her have an orgasm.

After two weeks of this, Helen was desperate to come. She started sending Jack increasingly desperate messages, telling him to please let her go and that their relationship had to end, that she couldn’t concentrate on work, that she was going to report him for blackmailing her, that she didn’t care, and that he could publish whatever images he wanted.

Jack knew she wouldn’t risk ruining his career and making a fool of herself, so she would do whatever it took to keep the videos from being made public. He waited for what he thought was long enough, and finally, one night, he went to Helen’s house.

Jack walked in with his key, and Helen was surprised. She turned to him and said, angrily, “Take off my belt! I’m done! I told you!”

“Remember what happened when you didn’t call me Master?”

“I’m not going on! Let go of my chastity belt and get out of here!” replied Helen, trying to stand her ground.