Andrea's Helper
She could dance with the wind, twisting and turning on the dance floor, her
flashing eyes lighting the crowded room. Her body moved quickly and deftly, and
the way she moved her hips was alluring to the entire crowd. She danced on
casting a flirting eye here and there, but always returning to the man who was
her date. They were a mismatch from the start; she was taller than he, outgoing
while he was reserved, and sensual while he was composed. That didn't really
matter, for every time she stepped on the dance floor, regardless of who her
companion was, she had the time of her life. The hours slipped away, and the
crowd thinned, but Andrea kept dancing. She had danced with all the men there,
and watched most of them leave including her date; but she had found others to
encourage her with wine and winks, so the dancing queen stayed on until it
closing time. The last in a string of men asked to drive her home, but she had
wanted to walk for the exercise. She hummed to herself , as she waltzed home,
occasionally repeating a dance step she remembered while in the arms of one of
her suitors.
As she rounded the last corner, she tripped over his legs. She quickly
stumbled backwards and peered through the dark at the slumbering figure - the
neighborhood lush had enjoyed a rather pleasant evening himself. She kicked at
his leg in disgust, then trotted on down the dimly lit street and up the stairs
to her second story apartment. Once within the security of its homey embrace,
she kicked of her shoes, grabbed her robe, and headed for the shower. Her legs
were tight from the evenings activities, and she knew that they would be stiff
tomorrow when she headed off for church. She climbed beneath her woolen
comforter, and reached over into the top drawer of her nightstand for her
"helper." It had been an exciting night, and she was still wide awake. With
the aid of her little helper, she would be able to relax and get some rest. She
secured the lamp on the same nightstand, and the room became instantly awash
with a pale blue light from the streetlight just below her bedroom window.
A boy friend, from a previous life had made it for her; it was a little
wooden box with four 24-inch electric leads coming out one side; two of them had
alligator clips, and two were regular wires, coated with conductive silicone.
On the inside was a 9-volt transformer, complete with a surge suppressor and two
rheostatic controls; one for amperage, and the other for voltage. At the rear
was an emergency cut-off switch (which she never used), a circuit breaker, and
the plug. On the left side was a tray for her lotion, and some straight pins she
used only when she felt extremely brave. It hummed quietly as she plugged it
in, both control nobs set to the off position. Her helper had become such a
blessing for her; especially on the nights when men were from a different planet
and the rest of the world seemed far away. The helper always brought her a
restful night, without any need of formality or foreplay. It is small wonder
that many of her co-workers considered her frigid; with her helper, a man simply
wasn't necessary. Recently, however, she found herself daydreaming about how
she would use her helper on a man, and those very thoughts frightened her.
She lifted the covers, and opened her robe to allow her fingers to caress her
velvet skin. She was a comely women with her glasses, and downright attractive
without. Light auburn shoulder length hair, so fine it would shimmer with the
slightest breeze, augmented her coal black eyes. She had a wisp of a nose,
small full lips, and the high cheekbones of an Indian princess. Her body was
equally impressive, with small firm breasts crowned with rich full nipples, a
whisper of a tummy the seemed to touch her backbone when she lay on her tight
cheeks. Her womanhood had a full complement of curly brown hair, neatly trimmed
for easy maintenance; and two of the most inviting pussy lips ever placed on a
woman. She kept herself conditioned, not only with daily Kegels, but also with
a daily jog that kept her legs firm and well-proportioned with just a ripple of
muscle beneath. Her hands and feet were small and dainty, and she always
maintained a light coat of polish to protect the fragile nails from splitting.
Her olive complexion glistened in the evenings' light, adding an almost surreal
tone to the vision she was.
Running her tiny fingers around her nipples to awaken her desires, she
reached over and grasped the bottle of lotion; smoothing a small amount on her
fingertips before returning to her nipple play. The cool moisture of the
water-based lubricant bathed her warm vaginal folds that were visibly trembling
in excited anticipation. She applied the lotion liberally, knowing that it
would evaporate quickly with virtually no residue. As the lotion was fully
massaged in and around her clitoris, she inadvertently spasmed from the
stimulation and knew it would be a quick release tonight. Her hand was bathed
with a combination of lotion and her own cream now, and she raised it to her
nose to enjoy the pungent odor. Although she didn't ejaculate, her orgasms were
always extremely wet, often leaving her genitals and buttocks moist for hours.
Knowing she was ready, she gingerly attached the clips to her outer lips of
her womanhood, then wrapped one wire, gingerly, around her swelling clitoris.
The other wire she held to her favorite spot between her anus and pussy lips
being careful to hold it by the insulating sleeve. Then, wetting her lips, she
gradually increased the voltage with her free hand. At first, the sensations
were barely detectable, but as she held her breath, and turned the control
clockwise to the next distinctive "click," her sexuality awoke, and she began
to feel every nerve ending in her abdomen respond to the warm flow of current.
With a slow exhale and another quick breath, she eased the nob up one more
notch, and that was all her body required as her legs bucked, her back arched,
and the glands deep within her throbbing pussy exploded with a flood of her
essence, flowing out of the vaginal opening and down the crack between her
buttocks; leaving her body to flow onto the sheet just above her anus. The
machine buzzed and popped as some of her natural lubricant short-circuited her
helper and the circuit breaker popped out. Perfectly content, knowing that no
electricity was flowing into her little friend, she released her breath slowly,
and enjoyed the remaining spasms of her subsiding orgasm.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him - most of his body was hidden
behind the exterior wall, but she could see the ski cap pulled down over his
face with the two elongated eye slits. He was in a dark jacket with dark
trousers or jeans, wore gloves, and was a perfect opportunity for her to test
the skills she learned in her self-defense class last year. Still unaware that
she had spied him, he grew more bold, and moved his entire body in front of the
window to gaze at her beauty. This was all she needed, and with one swift fluid
motion, she swept the wire leads and remaining covers from her body, and
literally flew to the window; breaking it with the sole of her foot. The
momentum planted the same foot into his throat leaving him gasping for air. She
lifted him up completely, thanks to the adrenalin pumping into her veins, and
delivered a most deliberate kick to his stomach, knocking the wind from his
surprised lungs and making him black out. She drug his corpse back into her
apartment throwing it down in disgust, and plopped onto the bed to survey the
mess she had just made.
At first, she picked up the phone to call the police but then, slowly and
deliberately, she replaced the receiver to the cradle. She stood up, and with a
flourish, wrapped her robe back around her body, and set about to the tasks
ahead of her. First, she vacuumed up the broken glass, and straightened the
shades on the window. Then she went to the laundry room, and grabbed an empty
box with an end panel larger than her broken window. "I'll have to get this
fixed tomorrow," she thought as she cut through the cardboard with her oversized
shears, and, grabbing the duct tape from her writing desk, she sealed the
outside chill away from her bed. Then she looked at her victim; he wasn't a
very large man, actually he leaned toward the anemic and his labored breath
assured her that he hadn't rejoined the living world. She rolled duct tape
around his entire head, covering his mouth completely several times before she
stopped. Grabbing the scissors, she cut away the ski mask and the tape all at
once, letting his head fall from her partially uncovered lap with a "plop" when
he started to drool. "How disgusting," she thought, as she grabbed the tape and
renewed her efforts to secure his lifeless mouth. Again his head was pushed off
her lap with a resounding "plop" when she insured the integrity of her latest
efforts. She then straightened the bed coverings, and gathered all the remnants
from her most recent adventure to stow in their appropriate places.
"What a night I'm having!" she exclaimed as she tossed the tape onto her
desk; completing her final restorative task. As she started to walk away, she
froze and turned to recapture the masking tape. With deliberate strides, she
walked back into her bedroom and grabbed his limp frame by the collar of his
shirt and dragged him into the bathroom. With anger and a touch of fatigue, she
ripped his clothes off. Being no stranger to the male form, she snickered as
she exposed his lifeless manhood; he obviously was short-changed by his natural
parents. He had an average build, and an average face she thought, as she
rolled his body into the tub and started running warm water, but he just doesn't
have it where it counts. She scrubbed his body thoroughly as in a frenzy,
despising the liberty he took when he viewed her orgasmic bliss. Pausing
briefly, she studied his urethral opening for any signs of discoloration or
discharge, and once satisfied that he was of no physical threat to her, she used
her fingernail brush to scrub his manhood completely. She then completed
washing him, and with deliberate motions rolled him out of the tub, and onto a
beach towel. Patting his body dry, she pulled his lifeless form into the bed.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean-up, she dove into the comfort of her
now partially occupied bed face first. Within minutes, she was asleep.
The dawn entered as a thief, robbing her sleep, and forcing a yawn that was
quickly cut short when she realized her victim was gone. Quickly she analyzed
the possibilities, and sank back into her bed realizing that there was very
little he could say without convicting himself, and, indeed, with his clothes
tattered from the way that she had removed them earlier in the morning, he'd be
lucky if her wasn't labeled a vagrant and hauled off to become a guest of the
city for a night or two. Glancing at the clock, she jumped from her bed, and
ran for the bathroom to shower as services would begin in twenty minutes.
Singing one of her favorite hymns at the top of her lungs, she massaged her
tired legs under the steaming water, unaware of his entrance. As she finished
rinsing her face, she hoped that her hair wasn't too wet as she really didn't
have time to fuss with it this morning, and she reached for the towel as she
secured the water. He handed it to her, and it took her several moments to
reduce her loud singing to a whisper when she realized towels normally don't
fly. He had a disarming laugh, that was immediately smothered by her scream.
He ran out of the room towards the door, dressed only in his jeans and shoes,
but his unfamiliarity with the apartment proved to seal his fate as he tripped
over her sewing kit and fell face first onto the linoleum tile of the kitchen
floor. Again his wind was gone, but Andrea took no chances and beaned him
smartly with the roasting pot that always hung above the stove. She wrapped her
towel around her trembling form, tucking the free end above her left breast, and
dropped onto the arm of the sofa. "This is a little more than I wanted to deal
with today," she thought, as she reached for the phone to complete a call to the
local precinct. The phone was unplugged, and again she returned the receiver to
its cradle. She drew in several deep breaths quite slowly to allow her head to
clear, which gave her the necessary time to evaluate her next move. She always
wanted to try her helper on a male; why not on one who, if she screws up, won't
really matter! With no collar to grab, she went for his fly, dragging him with
a determined resolve into her bedroom and onto the bed. She ran back to her
desk, grabbed the duct tape, and returned as he began to stir from his lesson in
kitchenware. Quickly, she rolled him on his stomach, and taped his wrists
tightly together. His hands became a purplish-red instantly, and realizing too
much was not good, she ripped the tape off, and applied a second layer with a
little less pressure. She followed suit with his ankles after removing his
jeans and flipped him over just in time to catch his mouth as he started to
speak. She glanced back at the clock; church had already started.
Satisfied with her accomplishment, she took a little time to study him; a
small circumcised member, very little body hair, small features and limbs, a
tight little fanny, and soft green eyes. Again she studied his member, looking
at the hairy ball sack and the pale glans. She then glanced over to her little
helper and felt a twinge of anticipation as she turned the controls back to
their off position and reset the circuit breaker. It hummed to life, and so did
Andrea, beginning by placing one of the leads in his urethra and the other at
the base of his organ on the urethra. She turned the controls halfway up and
watched his back arch obscenely and quickly pushed the kill switch; his muffled
screams the only testimonial to her miscalculation. He had an erection now, and
the wires had slid away from his manhood onto his thigh. There was a small line
of burnt flesh where the wire had been placed near his ball sack.
She reset the controls, and grabbing the lotion, she coated her hands with
lotion and rubbed the slippery goo into every pore of his genitals insuring
there would be no more burns. With her hands trembling slightly she reset the
leads; this time one alligator clip pinched his meatus and the other just below
where she had rested the wire previously at the junction of his manhood and his
ballsack. She then wrapped one lead around his organ where the glans meets its
supporting structure, and she wrapped the other around the entire base of his
ball sack, insuring all the leads were firmly in place and a safe distance from
one another she reached for her helpers controls. He started whining and moving
his hips from side to side threatening to dislodge one of the contacts.
Her eyes met his in a threatening manner, and she pinched one of his gonads
between her thumb and forefinger. His whining increased in volume.
"OK stud," she said in the firmest voice she had; "Your the master of your
own destiny here! Settle down, and I may let you leave here with your baby
maker intact; keep squirming, and you'll have a scar where you used to pee!"
She kept her eyes firmly on his as she spoke. With his silence, he acknowledged
her offer. She then carefully re-examined the leads, and satisfied they were
positioned correctly, she returned to the controls and slowly increased the
voltage. At first he remained unchanged, staring at a spot in the ceiling.
After the second click, she saw his manhood jump, and appeared to increase in
size as his breathing became labored and his balls changed position. With the
third click, she saw his sexuality come alive and explode - first his manhood
began to spasm rhythmically, his back arched slightly, his legs twitched
continually, and his eyes became quite large; then his cream shot onto his chest
in four straight streams, and continued to bubble and ooze from the opening in
his glans, as his torso continued up and down strokes as if his manhood was
buried within an imaginary woman atop him. He continued for as long as she
maintained the control at the third click, but as soon as she moved it up one
notch, he screamed, and his entire torso began to shake uncontrollably. She
quickly secured the current. Sweat was rolling from his body, and his dazed
stare said everything.
Andrea was disappointed, but not decidedly so. He came too quickly, but, she
reasoned, most men do! With that, she gently removed the leads. As she turned
her back to move her helper away from his trembling form, he quickly rolled over
on top of her, and pinned her to the bed with his hands that had been freed by
the continual jerking of his hands and body while she stimulated him. The look
on his face of control and menace frightened her momentarily, until she shoved
her knee into his ball sack. He screamed a muffled burst of agony and collapsed
beside her in the fetal position; a tear trickled down the side of his face and
both of his hands clutched his affected anatomy. With a smirk, she leapt from
his side and grabbed the tape, using it again on his tortured wrists, only she
encircled them at least a dozen times, making sure the binding was good and
firm. She then applied several more loops around his ankles as insurance and
tossed the roll back onto the nightstand.
Infuriated by his attempt to confine her, she decided to try a different
approach that she had earlier dismissed as being too cruel. She grabbed his
left gonad between her thumb and forefinger, and rolling it around until she
felt it was in the right position, she took one of the straitpins and slowly
pushed it into and through the tender egg and scrotum. She could hear his
muffled shrieks, and it pleased her to know that he was responding well to the
treatment she was rendering. Without hesitation, she repeated the same
procedure with the other testicle; then clipped one alligator clip to the front
side of one gonad and the other to the backside of the other gonad. She then
firmly wrapped one wire around the head of his glans, and the other around the
base of his manhood. Before she started to rotate the control, she looked at
him, trembling from the agony in his genitals. With quick resolve she gradually
increased both the voltage and amps simultaneously. She watched his back arch
until only his feet and shoulders were on the bed, and she saw smoke coming from
his genital area as his legs twitched uncontrollably. His face was contorted in
unspeakable agony. She left the controls in the same position until he fell
over sideways and off the bed; dislodging the lead to this glans and
simultaneously pulling the pins out of both of his gonads. She hurriedly
secured her helper, and jumped across the bed in time to see a long thin rope of
semen squirt from his throbbing manhood and drop onto the carpet above his head
with a dull sound. A second shot traveled a fraction of the distance and fell
to his biceps, slowly oozing across the skin to drip on the carpet. A bead of
semen grew larger on the head of his throbbing organ and finally dropped onto
the carpet forming a little pool that continued to grow, as his gonads continued
to released everything he had. After what seemed like an eternity, she watched
his organ loose its size and color, and slowly release the blood that had kept
it so rigid.
"It had been a wonderful event she thought," as she wiped the leads gently
with cotton dipped in alcohol, "but now I'm going to have to get the carpet
cleaned too" as her eyes looked up at the cardboard where a window had once
been. She straightened her be and returned her victim to the kitchen where she
was finally able to resecure his pants and shoes. She gently positioned his
body, then walked over to the window and opened it allowing the cool breeze to
wash her face. She then started screaming at the tope of her lungs:
"Help, there's a strange man in my apartment' call the police." Within
minutes her victim was carted off to the city-run resort, and with a minimum of
questions she was free to set about her Sunday afternoon routine.
The next morning , as the cleaners were caring for her carpet she heard the
door bell. Excusing herself, she opened the front door to see his soft green
eyes and his frail figure handing her a towel.
"Not today, I've got a headache," she said and closed the door in his
startled face.
