Enigma Pt 02 1

Enigma

By JustJake051

Part Two

Chapter Five

John Titan was stunned and speechless. The beautiful woman in bed with him was a completely different person, a different woman from the one he thought he knew. A floodgate of passion had broken lose in her and Helene was letting everything out. Making love with her was incredible, beyond belief, John thought. Helene was screaming, laughing and feeling for the first time.

She looked at him, stared at him for a moment, her beautiful blue eyes looking deep inside him and then she took her hand, cupped her huge left breast and lifted it to him. Instantly John's mouth opened, and he took her hard, erect nipple in his mouth and began sucking.

"Oh my God. Yes, yes," she murmured.

Helene's response was instant. The harder John sucked, the more Helene moaned, pushing and thrusting her hips up, pumping madly in the air.

"OOOHHHHH!" she screamed as she came, her orgasm so intense her entire body was twitching. And that made John suck on her breast that much harder. He couldn't believe it. She was having an orgasm just from him sucking her breast. And she kept coming, pumping wildly and pushing her hips up, as if being fucked by some invisible cock. She was going wild, trembling and shaking as John's mouth locked firmly onto her nipple.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, as he released and slid his face down her abdomen and onto her bare pubic bone and then deep between her legs as she spread them wide for him.

"Oh yes! Oh, yes, do that," she moaned, as John slipped between her long legs and began to kiss and tease her swollen vagina. "Oh God, you know I love that. Please, please John, make me come again."

He nipped and licked at her clit and sucked and pulled at her outer vaginal lips. It was only a matter of minutes before Helene lost all control, squirting wildly, as her body shuddered from the intensity of her climax.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!!" she screamed, her orgasm so intense her body shaking violently, her legs twitching. John didn't stop to allow her to catch her breath.

"Ohhhhhhh, my God, yes!!! Oh, get that big cock in me. AAAAAHHHH," she groaned, as he slid deep inside her. This was so totally different from the first time they had sex, where she was absolutely quiet, never uttering a sound during their lovemaking. Even when he watched her get fucked by three men, huge cocks pounding away at her body, she never made a sound. Yet, here she was, now screaming and laughing, moaning at the slightest touch. Still, he couldn't believe the skill and power she possessed when fucking. She knew everything to do to a man, to his cock, to dive him wild, to take him to the edge and hold him there and keep him going.

"Oh, God, I loved it when you kissed my tits and made me come. I've never squirted like that before. Don't ever stop fucking me, John," she whispered.

Soon John had moved around her and was now fucking her slowly from behind. He began going faster and faster, and her body responded. The beautiful, tall blonde was now going wild, slamming her ass into him, meeting his thrust with the force of her entire body. Her cunt was extraordinary, so tight, so hot. She was unreal. He pounded away at her and her ass shook with each thrust, as he slammed against her, pushing as deep as he could. John was never much of an anal sex fan before, but with her he couldn't resist trying, couldn't control himself. As he pumped into her from behind, he slid his thumb into her tight asshole.

"Oooohhhh. God, yes baby. Do it!" she said. Then she lifted her head back as far as she could, the bright blue of her eyes glistening, as their eyes met. He leaned slightly forward and would have kissed her if he could have.

"Take my ass, John. Take it all. Everything I have. It's yours. Do it," Helene begged.

He stopped and looked down at her beautiful ass, his cock buried deep in her cunt, his thumb now immersed deep and sliding gently in and out of her tender, inviting asshole. Slowly, he eased his rigid cock out and paused.

"Ohhhh," she exhaled, as his cock left her body. He lifted the swollen, dripping head of his hard cock and slowly began to push against the puckered ring of her asshole.

"AAAhhhhhh," she moaned. "Yesssssss."

Helene was amazing. He didn't think that sex with her could be anymore incredible than what she did to him with her cunt. But John Titan was wrong, now totally blown away. It was only moments later that Helene had another orgasm, while he fucked her in the ass, and she squirted wildly all over the place again. John nearly lost his mind. He had no idea of the passion that was pent up inside her. Afterward, Helene lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, both of them slowly breathing, trying to gather themselves back together.

"I love you," John heard Helene say softly, in barely a whisper. A jolt went through his body. He was about to say I love you too, but he realized that her body was now shaking, and his chest was wet, covered in her tears.

"I'm a 38-year-old woman and I've never said I love you. Never been in love. Today is the first day in my life I've let myself go. My first and I enjoyed having sex. Yes, making love."

John wanted to speak but knew that there was a lot going on inside Helene that he didn't understand.

"I was so inexperienced. Before... before they found me. I was just a naïve college girl, not really interested in men. After they finished with me, then, I felt nothing. I built a hard shell. I was fucked constantly and felt nothing. Protected inside my shell. Now, I'm terrified, John. I don't know if I can get back in that shell and do what I have to do. And I hate that I've dragged you into this mess.

She slipped off from on top of him and lay next to him on the bed. John softly lifted her buried face from out of the pillow and said, "I know I don't want you feeling anything with anyone else. I don't want you making love with anyone except me, ever again. I think... no, I know, I want you in your shell when we're apart."

"I don't know, John. You have no idea of the things I have to do for them."

"I promise you, we'll figure a way out of this. Maybe the shell is like the role playing that people do. I don't know. I love you. I know we are meant to be. I can't lose you. We were meant to find each other. We fit together."

"John, you're a romantic," she said and smiled through the tears.

"Maybe," he said. "Maybe they were right, the ancient Greeks, and the myth about perfect love."

"What?" she said softly.

"The old Greek myth about love. Zeus and the Gods are up on Mount Olympus and all the creatures are below. Zeus looks down and there are some creatures climbing up the walls of Olympus to challenge the Gods. They're incredibly smart, clever, and strong. Two heads, four arms, four legs. They are humans. So, Zeus is pissed and he looks down and with a lightning bolt, splits all humans in half. And we spend all our lives going around looking, longing for our other half. Our soul mate. That's love. True love."

John paused and wiped the tears and some mascara from one of Helene's eyes.

"I will always love you. Always protect you. They'll have to come through hell and me to get to you."

"Oh, John. But you're right. We do fit." And she leaned over and kissed the angry scar on his right shoulder, where one of the bullets had ripped into him. Then she kissed his lips, deep and tenderly, as if they had never kissed before. She sniffled and wiped at the tears in her eyes.

"How about I go put my nipple rings in to distract you, we fix a martini and start a new chess game. And then fuck some more."

John laughed. "Chess in the nude? I'm up for it."

"I definitely hope you're up after the game," she said, laughed and softly grabbed his cock.

They didn't get any sleep that night. There was chess, and laughter and hours of sex, of wild fucking until in the early hours of the morning, when they fell asleep, clinging tightly to each other. John Titan's entire life had changed in an instant and so had Helene's.

Chapter Six

John Titan hadn't looked forward to anything like this in his life. He was headed back over to see the most magnificent, beautiful woman in the world, the woman he truly loved, and they would probably fuck and then go out to enjoy an exquisite dinner together. They had set three o'clock in the afternoon to meet before dinner. When he walked into the living room at Helene's, his heart sank. Patricia, John's ex-wife, was sitting in the living room chatting with Helene. John thought he was in some kind of nightmare. Patricia had lightened her brown hair, now almost the same blonde color as Helene's, and she got it cut in the same style as Helene's. Patricia was in her early thirties, tall, slender and very attractive. But not to John.

"What the hell is this," John whispered to Helene, as she stepped up to him and kissed him. John's eyes were filled with rage, his fists clenched tight, and all the wrong triggers had just been set off.

"Just be calm. She called me. Said she was coming over. She said she had something that she had to talk to me about. John, why don't you go wait in the game room. I'll be there in a minute," Helene said.

"No need, I'll be going," Patricia said. "So nice to meet you and I hope to hear from you about the charity event that you mentioned. And, of course, the other thing."

"Oh, you will," Helene said politely.

"What's going on?" John said through clenched teeth, after Patricia had left.

"She wants me to dump you. So she can have you back," Helene said calmly, a little smile on her face. "She wants me out of the picture."

"Yeh, and to fuck over me again. She's just playing with us. She's evil. And what did you say?" John asked.

"I said not a chance," Helene said laughing, and she leaned in and quickly kissed him. "You know she even offered me money. To leave you. I didn't know she had money."

"She doesn't. It's her family. You did say no, didn't you?" John asked.

"Of course," Helene said laughing.

"Fuck this. I'm getting a restraining order. This bitch is crazy. And she's evil. Don't have anything to do with her."

"Relax, we're fine. I've got this," Helene said. "Well, then she proposed a little wager."

"What? What kind of wager?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later. When I find out more. It could be fun."

John's curiosity was piqued, but he was still pissed.

"When?" he said.

"Later. Listen, I have this thing I have to do in a few days. But, I want you to know about it now," Helene said, now quite serious.

"I'm going with you, whatever it is," John said.

"I'm not sure that's a great idea. This is kind of wild stuff."

"Wilder than you and the three guys with giant dicks?" John said.

"Yes," she said. "Much wilder."

"Then I'm definitely going," he answered.

"Remember, you said there is nothing that you won't do for me? Well, if you go, you have to just keep quiet and don't say anything. Do you have a tux?" Helene asked.

"I think I still have it," John said.

"Never mind, I'll get you one."

The next day, Helene was standing at his door, and she handed him an Armani tuxedo, perfectly tailored for his wide shoulders and arms.

"Gotta go. Tomorrow night," and she kissed him. "Now, I have things I have to do." And she kissed him again and was gone.

Chapter Seven

John Titan stood at Helene's door, nervous, not knowing what was ahead that evening, but sure he was going to do whatever Helene needed. When she opened the door, his jaw dropped, his mouth wide open.

"Wow," he said, looking at the beauty that stood before him.

"Remember I told you I'm under this contract. This is part of what I have to do," Helene said, standing in the middle of the living room. She had heavy, thick steel rings in her nipples, and was wearing harsh, severe makeup, her eyebrows were dark and hard. Her blonde hair was slicked back, tight to her head. John Titan looked up and down and he could hardly believe his eyes. She had black fishnets stockings on, a black leather waist cincher, her breasts were bare and sticking out, being pushed up in a tiny, black leather shelf bra. She had on a leather collar, and wore long, black over-the-knee leather boots, and long, black leather gloves. John was truly stunned.

"God, you look incredible. I would never have recognized you. Never," John said in amazement.

"It's a costume," Helene said. "My shell. And I guess we'll see if the role play really works. If I'm as good an actress as I hope I am. I have so much to lose if I'm not."

On the drive over, Helene explained.

"John, this is a very, very private sex club. Been around this city for over a hundred years. There will be people there. People you recognize. Some may recognize you. I'm going to ask you to wear this. Please. Please wear this," and she held up a black leather mask to help him disguise himself.

"I'll look like Batman," he said.

"John, I'm serious. The members come to watch or join in while others are having their night. A member or the couple has their night to play. And other people are off doing their own thing, fucking anyone they want. People can do pretty much whatever they want, whatever goes with their preferences. Withing limits, of course. This is going to be pretty strange for you," she said.

John was silent and just kept driving.

"Some people just watch, as that night's chosen stars gets fucked. Or whipped or humiliated. But please don't try to stop any of this. They're all there because they like it."

"And you? Do they get to fuck you?" he asked, a tiny edge to his voice.

"No, not tonight. Tonight, I'm what you'd call the hired help. I'm here, under contract, to facilitate, dominate, you could say. And I think it's safe to say that I don't want you joining in any of the festivities," she said with a big smile. I will get jealous."

"At least you're smiling," he said. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not."

They pulled up in front of an old warehouse in the heart of downtown. It had been refurbished, the beautiful old stone outer walls had been fully restored, a historic beauty sitting amongst the metal and glass skyscrapers surrounding it. Two large, brass gaslights were mounted on the walls on each side of the large wooden door. A valet rushed out and took the car, as John walked Helene silently to the door. John was wearing the Armani tuxedo Helene had gotten for him and the small, black eye mask. But Helene was something else, he thought. She had on a long, black hooded cape over her corset and boots. She was the perfect picture of a woman you didn't want to fuck with.

They walked up to the door and there was a mountain standing in front of them. The doorman was an enormous man, grey hair, cut short in a flat top.

"Mistress Helene, wonderful to see you again," the doorman said, bowing slightly, his thick Russian accent, clipped and sharp.

"Thank you, Konstantin," Helene responded, her voice now dark and serious.

John recognized the face instantly. He'd seen it dozens of times in mug shots related to various crimes around the city. The doorman was the suspected enforcer for a Russian organized crime group in the city, but John could never find proof and was always quickly taken off the case before he could even get started. It was turned over to the Organized Crime Unit. This city had more than its share of corruption, and numerous officials above him were comfortable looking the other way. Down deep, he always thought it was one of the reasons they readily took him off the force, forced his retirement. "You're broken, Titan," they told him. "Time to go."

And Konstantin recognized former Detective Lieutenant John Titan instantly, even with the small black eye mask on. There was a moment of tenseness as the two large men stood toe to toe, inches apart. Then Helene stepped in and said "Konstantin, Mister Titan will be with me tonight. And from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." And the hulking figure stepped aside, clearing the entrance to the door.

"Mister Titan," Konstantin said, as John walked past him and into the darkness of the building.

It was like stepping into a cave, the room dark and vast. John could see streaks in the darkness, beams of moving light, swirling around in the enormous open space. In a far corner, he heard the sound of a whip cracking and cries of pain, moans of pleasure emanating from other corners. As soon as they made it into the entry hall, a man rushed up and took Helene's cape and other people began coming up to Helene with slight bows or kisses on her hand. It was like being with the Queen, John thought.

"Mistress," they all said. And Helene nodded slightly, in acknowledgement, a stern look now on her face.

"What the hell...?" John thought to himself, totally at a loss at what was unfolding in front of him.

Helene picked up a flashlight off of a stand next to the door and handed it to John.

"Use this. I have some things I have to do," she said standing next to him, her large bare breasts jutting out, the heavy iron rings dancing slowly as she moved. She leaned in and whispered, "I love you. Don't forget that. Please understand," and she disappeared into the darkness.

John turned the flashlight on and slowly began inching his way through the blackness of the giant, open warehouse. He could make out small groups and clusters spread around the cavernous building. He could make out numerous knots of people scattered throughout in the darkness of the void, moans and shrieks echoing in the blackness.

He slowly made his way over to a group standing around a hooded woman who was tied, suspended from the ceiling by a chain attached to her wrists, her feet barely touching the ground. John's mouth fell open as he stared at the incredibly beautiful figure, dangling in front of him. Her body was gorgeous. He heard the noise out of the dark, the rush of air and then the crack of the whip as it landed on her naked body. He watched her jump, as if hit by electricity. He moved the light slowly around the woman's amazing figure, suspended and covered in red whip marks. She had huge breasts, firm and perfect, and they were covered in red welts from the lash. Her entire head was covered by a black leather hood, her long blonde ponytail sticking out of the back of the hood.

People were taking turns whipping the woman. Then they would stop, and various men would walk up to the dangling woman, lift her legs and push their hardened cocks into her clearly stretched and well-used cunt, as she hung from the ceiling, her body gleaming from sweat and oil. One man would fuck her for several minutes, step away and another would move in. The light from the various flashlights danced over her body and gleamed as she twisted and turned under the stings of the lash and the cocks pounding into her. Instinct in his body said to jump in and stop this. But he knew he couldn't. For Helene.

Then, John froze, and fear ripped through his body. John had to blink twice as he thought he was seeing things. But no, it was real. He saw the brand, numbers on her perfect ass. Was this Helene? Was the ponytail a wig on the hood? Just then, an older woman stepped up and roughly pushed the bound woman's legs wide apart. Without a moment's hesitation, she crammed her entire hand deep into the woman's open cunt. For several minutes, the older woman continued fisting the woman until the dangling figure began to quiver and shake from the orgasm forced upon her. As the orgasm subsided, another man walked up and ripped the hood off the woman's head.

"Thank God," John thought. The long blonde hair was real. It was not Helene. He thought he recognized the woman but couldn't say from where. Like Helene, she had enormous, firm breasts, magnificent, and numbers branded on her asscheek. Her long blonde hair now ran all the way down her back. Like Helene, she was stunning, an incredible beauty. John shook his head in amazement. The red welts from the lash were all over her back, her stomach, her breasts and the backs of her legs.