Helen’s Episode

Linda Lauren

Vengeful Woman

“Hello Harem Hotel, my name’s Linda Lauren. I’ve been living with my boyfriend for three years. A few weeks ago, I came home early from a friends party, and totally caught him cheating on me.”

“The bastard.”

“I know, and what’s worse is that I still love him.” She looks a little sad at that admission.

“So why are you getting **** on him?”

“Basically, I want him to learn his lesson. He’s gotta know that I’m the girl for him and that he can’t step out of line anymore.”

“And you looked like such a nice girl, but it looks like you’ve got a nasty side. We love that.”

“Easy Peasy.” Helen smiled as she looked around the modest house. “He’s here, right?”

Lauren, a tall redhead, nods her head. “Upstairs.”

“Well, let’s do this.” Helen sheds her dress and begins to unhook her bra. “Vengence delayed is vengeance denied.”

Lauren backed up, and looked shocked. “W-what are you doing?”

“Come on.” Helen gestured to herself. “If that schmuck sees the two of us going at it, he’s going to be jealous as hell.”

“But I’m not…”

Helen smiled and brushed her fingers along the woman’s cheeks. “Everyone is Helensexual.”

Whether or not that was true, to this woman, it was. Despite being the cuck of the group, Helen was still very nearly perfect. Enough at least that Lauren could remember her college days and soon began to kiss Helen back as the princess' perfect lips touched her own. She allowed this statue, this perfect being to slowly undresses her, and it was slow. Agonizingly slow. One button at a time, kiss by kiss, each speck of pink skin revealed was another kiss from Helen. It was agony, it was HOT! Her flannel shirt fell from her shoulders, Helen began to kiss her stomach. Her jeans hit the floor Helen began to kiss her thighs, right up and until the panties, which were only growing more transparent with lust.

Gently Helen unclasped her bra, and kissed those modest breasts like they were perfection. Lauren, sad to admit, had never been with someone so giving, so tender. It was almost annoying. She was wet, she was horny, she wanted this girl, wanted to be pressed against her, but she dared not interrupt her worshipful foreplay. It seemed almost holy, somehow important to this perfect young woman, that she dare not stop. So she let Helen lick with nipples with an agonizing slowness. She would flick one of those nubs with her tongue as if considering the taste, the texture, and then she would flick again. All the while, her warm breath washed over her pin-prickled skin.

When at last Helen began to tug Laruen's underwear down her legs, the woman couldn't help but hiss out an ecstatic "Yessss."

Helen smiled and set Lauren down on the coffee table. Her hands began to strum and play her lover's pussy like a harp, and like any good musician, she began to produce a song of lovely and gentle noises from her instrument. "While the boys were off having their little war, we Trojan Women had to think of something to keep ourselves occupied. You know what they say about idle hands."

"Wooow." Lauren's legs were shaking. She was reacting happily to some move Helen was doing down there.

"Oh! Glad to see that hasn't gone out of style." Helen kissed Laurens's neck and nibbled on her ear.

"Nope." Lauren gasped. "Nope, that's great. Wow, how are you..?"

"It's a teachable skill." Helen grinned. "I'll show you, you just have to become a total lezzy for me!" She brought her lips to Lauren's, and the redhead could no longer be held responsible for her actions. She leaned into the kiss with all her being, the type where you hope if you kiss hard enough, your two souls will merge. Her tongue sought sucker, and with her own hand she tried to return the miracle Helen was giving her. Though lacking in any technique, there was passion in the attempt, and Helen appreciated that very much.

It didn't take much acting at all for their moans and cries of joy to reach the second floor. Duncan, who was a man quite familiar was lesbian porn, ran downstairs in fear that his laptop was open. Imagine his surprise when he found his naked and sweating girlfriend laid out on the coffee table, in the bare embrace of the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.

His eyes went wide at the scene. He had the nerve to feel anger and betrayal at the whole thing. He gritted his teeth as he saw tho two reach ecstasy, then his eyes spotted something green glowing between their form. Helen's brand ignited within this man, unbridled envy, not for his wife but for every person she showed affection to. A deep void opened up in his heart, as empty as his commitments to her. This hole could only be filled by her favor, her touch. He realized this as he saw her delirious with pleasure at the love of this woman. At that moment, he would have done anything, would have become anyone if she would share with him just a fraction of the attention Lauren was giving that flawless beauty.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty." Helen sang underneath her breath as she skipped to breakfast. She just had a few more touches for tomorrow night, and everything would be perfect. However, DRAMA. When she got down to the lobby, there was a crowd huddling around the front desk. Helen had a natural curiosity like her swan fucking mother, so she was drawn to the scene, and boy oh boy was it worth the price of admission.

There, tied to the fucking wall, was Yang, naked as naked can be other than the ropes, which kept her in a spread-eagle position. She had makeup applied to her face, which was thick and out of control Her eyes were like raccoons with mascara, and her lipstick was thickly and widely applied with strands of red radiating from her mouth like rays from the sun. With that same lipstick, words were written on her body like 'spy', 'whore', and 'cum dump'. Her breasts were labeled with 'udder' and 'slap me'. Many more lurid words were written on her, but most clearly of all was 'Olympias Rules', which was written on her stomach, and underlined three times.

"Hey yang!" Helen yelled from her spot in the lobby. Slowly the defiled beauty looked up at her, clearly exhausted from a night with no sleep, tied to a wall. "You lived!"

"Help me." Yang weakly begged. She pulled on the ropes, but it looked like Olympias had embedded them into the wall with some claiming pinets.

"No can do, I think Olympias would throw me up there with you."

"Fair."

"Besides, I think everyone should get a good look at what you four were up to." She raised her finger as if she were teaching a young child. "Spying is not very neighborly."

“The last girl.” Stan moved his neck around like he was trying to get a crick out of it. He got up and headed for the door to let Helen in and welcome his last day as himself.

When he opened the door, he found Helen waiting for him, though not in the way he thought she would be. He was expecting lingerie, underwear, stockings, that kind of thing. Helen has always struck him as kind of a slut, or a bimbo, but instead, she was dressed in a pair of hot pink high-waisted pants and an equally pink top which was little more than a bra. "Ready to party?" She blew a bubble at least three inches wide with her gum.

"You look great." He looked her up and down.

"You look awful." She looked down at his shorts and t-shirt. "Come on, put on something nice. We're going out."

He blushed. "I never know what you girls want to do."

Helen guided him to the closet. "Haven't you heard the song?" She snapped her fingers and Girls Just Want To Have Fun began to play over the sound system.

"How did you do that?" He really should have explored this room more.

Once they were in the walk-in in closet, Helen began to rummage through clothing for something awesome. "Suits suits suits." She browsed and browsed. She tossed him a pair of pink shorts. "If you insist on the shorts." She browsed a little bit more and brought out a Supreme shirt. "Total douche energy, loving it." She ran over to his sports jacket. "And boom!" She threw him a pink jacket. "I have created art." She looked at him as he stood there with a pile of clothes in his hand. "Come on, scoot." She started looking through the clothing again. "I'll be good, I promise."

He shrugged, and started to get undressed. The many mirrors of the room gave a multitude of angles on his beautifully sculpted body and many opportunities for Helen to cheat. Sadly forms like that can only stay revealed for so long, and profane clothes soon covered the masterpiece

"Fab." Helen nodded, pleased with her work. "Just one sec..." she rolled his pink sleeves up to hiselbow. "Perfection, get some shoes on and then we're out!"

"And where." Stan slipped his feet into some shoes. "Are we going?"

"Surprise!" The call came up in a big cheer as confetti and balloons dropped from the ceiling.

Everyone was there, from Cleo to Eve and even Skylar. Nzinga was noticeably not invited. The lot of them had drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. The club's dance floor had been cleared away for the party, and a banner that read 'You'll always be our master' Hung from the ceiling.

Stan was in shock. "W-what is this?"

Helen smiled, his surprise was everything she imagined it would be. "I said we were going to party!"

A smile didn't come to his face, only a quiver in his lip, before he burst into full tears.

"Aww buddy!" Helen wrapped him up in her arms. "What's wrong? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, what did I do?"

The other contestants gathered around him as well, giving him their own solom coos of commiseration. “I’m sorry,” he sniffed. “This is all so sweet, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“We’ll miss you, dude.” Erica put a hand on his shoulder.

“Seriously.” Cleopatra gave him her own flirty smile.

Even Boudica nods her head. "This whole pissin' show wouldn't be any good if you were the main guy because we all would have jumped on you willingly."

"You really are our dream guy," Eve said gently.

He sniffs and nods, trying to let their love piece his heart. It felt encased in an armor of despair. "Thanks... You're all some of the most incredible women I've ever met." He let his soul settle on that thought, that even if his life was short, and more than likely meaningly less, at least they'd made it interesting. He lifted his head up with a smile. "Of course, the lot of you would need a lot of training before I'd let you in MY harem!"

The group of women groaned and turned away from him with rolled eyes and crossed arms.

"No, seriously." He grinned. "Not one of your offered that threesome I've always wanted."

"That's not our fault, master," Diaochan said, handing him an Old Fashion. "There's four of us." Her beauties nodded their agreement.

"Oh well, you see Diaochan," Olympias said. "That's too much woman for him."

"Oh yes, she's right." Helen stepped closer to Stan. "One woman is just not enough." She kissed his cheek and hugged him.

Cleo had an idea of where Helen wanted to go with this, so she continued on. "Two is just right."She wrapped her arms around him, too, and gave him sweet kisses as well.

Erica glomed on next and started to do the same. "But any more than that, and he's just overwhelmed!"

The other girls all crowded in, doing what they could to get some piece of the man in the hour, and all of them planted kisses and smooches on him until he was in a total ecstasy. Lost he was in that crowd of adoration, that moment in time, that cherished gathering. In that bizarre hotel, among those splendid women, even the devil could find love, if but for a moment.

With life as short as a half-taken breath,

do not plant anything but love.

~Rumi