Forty-one year old Helena Xavier Pine grimaced as Pauly penetrated her yet again. Pauly was endowed, brutish and ony just earning his stripes as a sexual sadist. Which all contributed to a very bleak forecast indeed for Mrs. Xavier Pine.
As he stroked himself as deeply as he could towards his victim’s womb Pauly reminded Helena that her daughter was still providing entertainment for his own mentor. Far away. In secret. For the foreseeable future. Pauly really enjoyed it when Helena sobbed hearing about her only daughter’s plight. He accepted being made to make do with leftovers…with the more senior yet admittedly accommodating body of Helena. But his time would come, thought Pauly. Coeds. Hooters girls. Mirandas.
A younger man had to respect the system. Until the more ripe fruit would fall at his feet.
Helena again began pleading with her attacker to please, please slow down…and for mercy on behalf of her separated child. But Paula - left alone to experiment with all sort of torment in regards to Helena - utilized a variety of face slaps, kidney punches and nipple biting to cow the brown haired woman into silence. He thought Helena looked ‘nice’ when she was raped wearing only her high heels. Lovely woman, no doubt.
Pauly was confident that Helena would continue to amuse him once he’d dragged her body across the aisle for the rudimentary games he’d planned on playing with a slut all his life.
“You’re gonna’ get from me EXACTLY what my tutor is subjecting Miranda to right now.”
Helena squealed in agony as Pauly’s teeth alternated between her left and right nipples. All without him losing a beat as his erection ground into the helpless woman’s vagina. This was their third day together. And Helena was frantically praying that Pauly would eventually have to ‘come up for air’. And give her pussy (and ass) a respite.
Then it happened again.
Despite her bearing, Helena found herself submitting to the beast delving his cock hard and deep inside of her. Hardly able to stomach the humiliation her action caused her, Helena began soothing Pauly with a subtle yet sensual grinding of her battered hips. Accompanied by her tongue tracing lines of submission across her rapist’s neck, shoulders and face. Anything to placate him. Anything to make Pauly cum. Anything if it might help Miranda.
Helena hated herself for thinking it but it was lovely being ‘desired’ again.
“Good girl.”
That’s how Helena Xavier Pine became a sex slave. And spent two years Belowstairs without ever seeing sunlight. Long afterwards Pauly would describe Helena’s blow jobs as THEE best oral sex a man EVER stole from a worthless whore.
Helena capitulated. And it didn’t help Miranda one bit.
