Jack's attitude had suddenly changed. He was no longer the open-minded man that Helen had become used to. The urgent call from Harry had changed him. He became more protective and hostile and Helen was desperately fighting him off most of the time. He had a plan to remove the danger from her life that she did not agree with and Jack was adamant that it was the right thing to do. However, the love she had for Harry ran far too deep to betray him.
The night Jack received the call from Harry the tension began to grow between them. Helen had locked herself in the bedroom and jack was in possession of her mobile cell phone. Every time Harry called, jack cancelled it and removed all text messages sent from him. He perpetually called to Helen through the bedroom door, telling her that betraying Harry was the right thing to do because he loved her and wanted nobody else but her. She could no longer stand him pleading with her, sometimes softly and other times frighteningly aggressive. She packed a backpack once again and decided that it was time to leave once more.
She opened the bedroom door, dressed to leave instantly. "Get out of my way!" she told Jack pushing him away and dashing to the apartment door. He grabbed he arm and tried desperately to restrain her, but her adrenalin rush had given extra energy to push herself free. "I'm not coming back this time. I accepted you as you always was." She told him. "Now you've changed." She snatched the phone from his hand and left. Jack was in shock. He had never expected her to leave him in that way.
Once she was free that cold rainy late evening, she tried to call Harry. His phone was switched off and as she walked the streets trying to find space, she had realised that there was no other place to go. She needed to be in one stable location at all times in order to continue her studies. Leaving jack was just simply futile. There had to be a way she could convince him that she was safe in her own opinion. Both Harry and Jack were not thinking clearly, she thought. She saw no threat to her life because she knew nothing about the gangs that was possibly useful to anyone.
On her way back to the apartment she tried to call Harry. She had no information from him that told her how he faired personally. She assumed that he was still in hiding somewhere and even if Jack wanted to deal with the O'Grady gang, he had nothing to deal with yet whilst Harry remained underground.
She tapped on the apartment door after using the numerical code to enter the secure building. She still had a door key, but she wanted Jack to answer. She wanted him to forgive her, hoping that he would understand why she left. Jack responded and opened the door. "I thought you had left me for good?"
"I can't." She looked up into his eyes and then hugged him tightly. Jack instinctively accepted returning the affection. "I'm sorry," she whispered repeatedly. The two had once again found their affection for each other so it seemed. Jack was thinking something else beyond affection. He had to show her that he meant business and her running away from him was not good for his self-pride. He saw himself as the dominant protector now that things had become dangerous for them both.
The walk through the rain drenched Helen and she removed the backpack, resting it onto the floor. Jack locked the front door once she was inside. She turned to look at him, wanting more of his affection. Jack folded his arms, body language that told her that he was not going to give her any at that moment in time. "You are soaking wet. I think you should strip off those clothes."
"Yes, good idea, I need to shower and relax."
"No. Just strip now. No shower." Jack demanded. Helen thought the demand was not his usual nature. "Do it!" He snapped out his words. She wondered if this was a game he wanted to play because she ran away again, or atleast attempted to.
"Are you serious?" she asked with a quizzical smile.
"Of course I'm serious. If you don't, then I will."
"Wait... you are suggesting that I strip or you will rape me or something like that?"
"Yes, exactly. The Professor told me all about your plan, confirming to me that is what you liked. Am I correct? Is that true? That you have a rape fetish?"
"Er... not exactly a fetish..."
"Then what? Let me test you on that. Strip off all of your clothes now."
"Wait... I don't think this is a good time to play out these games..." Before she could finish her statement, Jack lurched forward and pushed her onto the couch. He held his hand around her throat, not too hard, but hard enough to scare her. His eyes stared into hers with meaningful objectivity. She looked back at him, realising that his grip was not exactly hurting or choking her.
"Ok you bitch, shall I continue?" He asked. She nodded and somehow thought the whole act was no longer unpleasant. Infact, it was becoming quite erotic, just like the time when she and the professor were discussing the act of premeditated rape and surprise. Was Jack now doing it for him? she thought.
Jack clutched at her denim jeans, unfastening them in haste whilst still restraining her by the neck. He pulled them down as far as he could and then with both hands he lifted her and turned her around, pushing her head into the backrest of the couch. In that position he could pull down the jeans to the bottom of her thighs, restraining her legs together. Then with one almighty pull, he ripped apart her lace panties, exposing her whilst still pushing her against the couch with one arm. "OK bitch, I'm going to fuck you both ways until you beg me to stop."
Those words reminded her of the professor once more. They were the kind of words that he would have used whilst fucking his late wife, especially on the night she had accidentally died during the sex act. Jack wasted no time in freeing his hardness and using its head to seek out her anus between her cheeks. With one almighty thrust he entered her sharply. Helen was not accustomed to harsh anal penetration, but that no longer mattered. It hurt her at first and then the pain turned very quickly to pleasure. Although she was unable to spread her thighs wider, Jack found it easy to thrust into her with vigour. Helen gripped the back of the couch, feeling every single pounding thrust of his hard cock. She could feel the tingling pleasures of it inside as it touched a similar g-spot to the one within her vagina. But then Jack stopped and withdrew, sliding his penis up and down between both orifices.
"Please don't stop." Helen softly whispered, her head buried into the backrest of the couch.
"Oh you want more you dirty fucking bitch?" Jack shouted. "Ok bitch, take this!" He thrust deep into her tightened vagina. This time, unlike the anal, which was dry and rough, his penetration was easier and less harsh. Helen felt no pain as his cock smoothed its way between her buttocks and into her liquid love soaked yOni. What was now different than normal was the way he pounded into her. She had always insisted in being taken from behind gently to gain more control on tightness. This was surely rough now, and if it were real rape she would be scared even more. The rapist would come inside of her without regards for consequences. Would Jack do the same? Would he really meaningfully defile her like a real rapist?
Her emotions suddenly became mixed. She was almost close to her orgasmic peak and likewise for Jack. It was the halfway point of no return for both of them. Nothing could stop it until it ended, and soon it did as they clearly climaxed together. Jack's hot spunk merged like a torrent with her juices within. Suddenly the sex act had reached its most wettest as Jack began to recover quickly from his orgasmic release. Helen wanted more from the act now. The fear factor had subsided and she was enjoying every single moment and thrust of his cock as it softened gently until she could no longer hold it inside of her.
Jack settled back, kneeling. She turned to sit and look at him. His pleasure and wildness had turned to remorseful tears. He lowered his head and sobbed. Helen realised that he had committed an act that he never truly wanted to take part in. Something the professor had discussed with him and Jack had used it as a dominating punishment. Yet Jack was not a Dom in any sense. He believed in free spirits when it came to sex, and it seemed that the professor had encouraged him to go against his grain. Helen knelt before him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry my love. I did not mean to do that."
"Hush... it's ok, I understand. I've put you under lots of pressure lately and I've pushed you too hard. This affair with Harry is too much for both of us. Maybe I'm not thinking straight. This is all new to me. I thought Harry and I had connected somehow, but I think I'm wrong." Their hug had tightened, and eventually it led to a kiss that both of them appreciated. It had been a while since they kissed so passionately, full of meaning and a true expression of their love for each other.
Harry had gone into hiding at Saskia's flat. He tried desperately to contact Kenny, but his phone was switched off. He made a point of reading Helen's text messages, thirteen in all as if it mattered. Her message was clear, she needed to see him desperately and she reminded him that the danger of being found by the O'Grady gang was more his danger rather than hers. She mentioned nothing about Jack's plans, although now she was more convinced that Harry had to seek protection from the law.
Harry thought differently. Going to the police was not an alternative to escape the gang. He had committed minor crimes and the police would definitely throw the book at him. Saskia was now his only hope for salvation. He soon discovered that she was lonely in her own hiding from other problems elsewhere, and like the lothario he portrayed to be, it was not long before he made advances. Saskia however had shown some rejection. She was not only lonely and desperate in many ways. She was also a virgin, conscious of who she should chose to provide her with the right kind of love to forfeit her status. For a start, they had only just met.
Together thy sat in her tiny living room discussing their situation. Again, Harry stressed the dangers that he may have brought upon her for being involved. "Look babe, I'm sorry about all this..."
"I'm not your babe. How many times do I have to remind you!"
"Ok, ok... just a figure of speech. Although you could be my babe." Harry was quick to suggest. "Where am I going to sleep? Your bed?"
"You are dreaming. There is no way you are sleeping with me. Besides, you have a girlfriend."
