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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== ****** WARNING to all unsullied minds! ****** ****** W A R N I N G ! ! ! ! ! ! ****** The following story contains scenes of sex, bondage, and deviant behavior drawn from my own pervered imagination. If you are less than 21 years of age, sexually uptight, or a self-riteous pusher of your values upon others, read no more! This story may be copied and archived for non-profit purposes, as long as it is unaltered in any way, this header is retained, and the author (Dark One) is credited for it. All hard copy printing rights and all other rights are reserved by the author. ==================== HIRED HELP by Dark One dark1@inwave.com Chapter 43 Jennifer woke up with Richard still in the bed next to her. "Good morning," she said, crawling over him and rubbing her bare breasts agains his chest. She was still wearing the corset and heels, but nothing else. Slowly, Richard's eyes opened up. "Do you want me to make breakfast?" she asked. "If you would be so good," said Richard. Jennifer walked out of the room in the heels. The swaying of her hips exaggerated by the heels and by conscious effort on her part. Richard was not in the kitchen by the time she was done, so she put it all on a tray and returned to his bedroom. Richard was sitting on the bed, still not completely awake. "Is something wrong?" Jennifer asked. "You're almost *always* the first one up!" "I guess my body is just making up for lost time," he said. "Lost time?" she asked. "I don't always sleep soundly," he replied. Jennifer sat down next to him and put the tray down between them. "So, what's on today's agenda?" she asked. "I need to have Fantasy Supreme set up an appointment with your mother to get a dress for the wedding," Richard said. Jennifer wrinkled her nose at this. "I know that you don't like to talk about her, but it's necessary." "I know," she said. "Anything else today?" Richard gestured towards the closet door. She could see that there was a mass of stiff black latex hanging from a hook on the door. "What is that?" she asked. "You'll find out soon," he said. They chatted a bit about wedding details as they ate. When they were done, Richard asked her to run the dishes back to the kitchen. When she returned, Richard had laid the outfit out on the bed. "Already?" Jennifer asked. "I just want to get an early start," he said. It looked like a rubber body suit, with a zipper along the crotch. However, this one looked to be made of much thicker material than the last one she had worn. Richard unlocked her heels, but did not remove her corset. Jennifer had to sit down after the heels were off her feet. This suit had a zipper in back. With Richard's help, she worked her legs into the outfit. Once her legs were in, she found that her feet and toes were pointing straight downward. The material was very tight agains her legs. She tried to bend her foot and her knee, but there must have been some very tough boning along the length of the legs, because she could only move her knees a few degrees, She slid her arms into the outfit next. The sleeves were similar, and her hands were encased in inflexible thick thumbless rubber mittens. She tried to move her wrists or elbows, but the reinforcements in the outfit held her arms straight out, and immovable. Richard pulled the rubber around her waist. The rubber fit her tightly everywhere except the nipples. There, two holes an inch in diameter each had been cut to allow the tips through. He zipped it up in back, and stepped back to look at her. With the corset on her, she could only move her shoulders, her hips, and her neck. Other than that, she was almost completely immobilized. "I hope you don't want me to walk in this," Jennifer said. "You might actually be able to manage a step or two," he said. "There's reinforcement all along the legs and feet of the outfit. However, I think that balancing would be nearly impossible." Jennifer looked at him calmly. "I'm waiting, darling," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. Richard smiled at her. "I'm not quite done yet," he said. He went into his closet, and returned with a thick black rubber hood. "This too." He unzipped the hood and slipped it over her head. This one had a penis gag that she had to allow into her mouth. There was an airpassage through it that would allow her to breathe through it. There were noseholes as well. However, this one completely covered her eyes. Once the hood was zipped on, she was partially deafened and completely blind. She could only make a small moaning sound through the gag. She felt him unzip the crotch of her outfit. Oh, please,... she thought. A few caressed from his hands immediately made her wet. She felt his lips against her bare nipple, and a shiver coursed through her. She spread her legs wider, and tried to touch him with her stiff, rubber encased arms. She felt the familiar sensations of a rubber phallus entering her. After it was fully inside of her, she writhed in frustration as he zipped the outfit back up. A minute later, the dildo within her started to buzz and vibrate. Oh god, how long is this going to last?! Knowing Richard, probably for a very long time. The vibrations turned on and off at odd intervals. She could orgasm frequently, sometimes found herself unwillingly proceeding to another wave of sensation, and occasionally was left to pant through her gag as the vibrations ended just seconds too soon. After an indeterminate amount of time, she heard Richard return. The vibrations stopped, and she felt him unzipping her crotch. The dildo came out, only to be replaced by Richard's hard and ready manhood. She tried to wrap her legs around his body, but could not do it with her knees held rigidly in place. With the tiny holes to breath through and the corset, she nearly lost consciousness as Richard has his way with her. The orgasm she experienced was dreamy, surreal, and, somehow, exquisitely beautiful. Finally, Richard ended his explorations of her. She felt him pich her up, and within a minute, he put her down, with her legs sticking straight out, on the toilet. He must want me to use this, Jennifer thougth. I'm going to be in this for a long time! It was late evening before he finally released her from her rubber bondage. After she was out of it, she planted herself face down on Richard's bed, wearing only the corset, and closed her eyes. For a while, she had lost track of what was real and what was imagined. The part of her brain that was involved in rational thought was stunned and reeling. It took her several minutes of silence before she could look up at Richard. "Are you all right?" he asked. She smiled dreamily at him, and he bent down to kiss her. Chapter 44 Wednesday morning started for them with the sound of the phone ringing. Richard rolled out of bed to get it. "It's for you," he said after he returned to the bedroom. Jennifer rolled out of bed, garbed only in the corset. "Could you get me some shoes?" she asked. Richard found the black six inch heels, and locked them onto her feet. Jennifer walked in them like they almost weren't there and headed for the den. He had left the phone on the desk. She picked it up. "Hello?" "Jen?" came her sister's voice. "Laura? What are you doing, calling this early?" "It's mother. She... that bitch!" said Laura. "What did she do?" Jennifer asked, sitting down on the desk chair. "She took my car!" "She did what?" "She took my car!" sobbed Laura. "I found a note on the door today. I don't know how she found out I was staying here, but she did. Maybe she guessed. It said that her car was in the shop, so she just came by and took mine!" "Why did she have keys?" Jennifer asked. "Well, her name is on the title," said Laura. "I didn't have money, so mother bought it for me in one a moment of weakness. But the car is in her name, and she had keys for it. And... I picked up a second job at a department store. The video store cut my hours way back. I want to save up enough money to be able to live on my own. Today was the first day... and I missed it! I tried calling in, but they just said that I might as well not even show up today!" "It's all right," said Jennifer. "I'm sure that we can do something for you." "Damn, damn, damn..." she said. "I... sis, can you come over here today? Or over there? I just want to talk to someone. I don't want to sit here alone." "Hold on a second. Let me talk to Richard," she said. "All right," She put the phone down and headed back to the bedroom. "It's Laura," she said. "I guessed that. What's up?" "My wonderful mother repossessed her car, and now she's stranded there," said Jennifer. "Bus routes don't go there, and she missed the first day of her new job because of that." Richard shook his head. "I can't understand how such a damnable woman like that could have such a wonderful daughter," he said. Jennifer blushed at that. "She's really down," she said. "I'd like to spend some time with her to cheer her up." Richard thought about that. "I could get some more things done today," he said. "Maybe I can avert a few last minute crises a day or two early. "Your car is still in the garage," he said, "and the keys are in the bottom drawer of my desk. It should be unlocked now." "Thanks," said Jennifer. She returned to the den and picked up the phone. "Laura?" "I'm still here. Where else would I be?" "I'll be over in a little while," she said. "Thanks," she said. "You don't know how much this means to me." "I'll be there for you," she said. "See you then." "Bye." Jennifer stopped at the bathroom to wash her hair. She heard Richard walking about the house. By the time she was done, she heard the sound of Richard driving away. Now, what do I wear? she wondered. Having no easy way to remove or change the shoes or the corset, she added to it by putting on the tight black rubber hobble skirt with the lengthwise zipper. She unzipped it from mid thigh to floor, so she could walk more easily. Over this she wore the long shiny black vinyl coat that she had worn to the fittings at Fantasy Supreme. It wasn't until she was pulling into the parking lot that it ocurred to her that there was nothing covering her breasts except the coat. As she stepped out, she remembered her last visit here. She remembered her face flushed red as she ran from the apartment, showing the world everything under her maid's outfit. What if I meet someone I know? she wondered. Who cares, came a reply from within her. She walked up the sidewalk and entered the building. There was no one else in the hallway, so she carefully walked up the stairs and headed for her old apartment. Her nock was immediately answered. "Come in." The door opened, and Laura was standing there. She looked to be dressed only in a very long T-shirt. Jennifer carefully walked in, and was immediately greeted with a big hug. "I miss having you around!" she said. Jennifer closed the door behind her. "I miss you too," she said. "Let me take your coat," she said. Without thinking, Jennifer unbelted it, took it off, and handed it to her. Laura stared at her bare chest. "I... hope you don't walk around like that in public," she said. Jennifer now remembered her wardrobe problems. "It's a long story," she said. "I bet. Want a T-shirt or something?" "That's not necessary," she said. Now, she barely thought about running around the house bare chested. As Laura put her coat away in the closet, Jennifer sat down on the couch. A garbage can was nearby, and she saw several cardboard wrappers for batteries. "I see you've been trying your dress on," she said. It was Laura's turn to blush as she sat down across from her. "Well, only the belt, actually," she said. "I still can't... how do you handle thoes shoes?!" she asked. "It just takes practice," she said. "A lot of practice, I'd have to say," she said. "I could barely make it through the sittings. How am I going to make it through the whole wedding and reception?" "That's the dress code," she said. "I really doubt that Richard would relax it for anyone." "God, is he kinky!" she said. "Look at what you're wearing!" "He likes this," Jennifer said. "He *really* likes this. And, honestly, I think I like the attention that I get," she said. There had been such a thrill when they were at the park, and when Richard had taken her to eat at the cafe. "You must really love him," Laura said. "He's a very loving man," she said. "And very passionate. It just so happens that his passions are a little... different." "Damn mother!" her sister exclaimed. "Damn her!" "As far as the car goes, you can use mine" said Jennifer. "I really don't need it. You'll just have to drop me off at Richard's." "Thanks!" "There's not much that I can do about your job," said Jennifer. A thought crossed her mind. "Actually... I seem to remember something that Richard said. If you're looking for something else, Richard told me that you could work for him for a while. *That* could certainly help you out." "Work for him? Doing what?" she asked. "The same thing I was hired for," said Jennifer. "You know, helping out around the house." Laura thought about that. "I'd have to think about that," she said. "I'd have to talk to your fiancee about it, too." "I'm sure you'll get the chance," she said. "We can bring it up at the reception, and I'll remind him of it tonight." Laura nodded, then slumped down in her chair and sighed. "What's on your mind?" Jennifer asked. "Oh, just this whole mess with mother," she said. "It's like I've barely been holding on, then she pulls the rug out from under me." "Mother might not be as much of a problem in the future," Jennifer hinted. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just watch at the wedding and the reception," she said with a smile. "Just watch." "You're up to something," Laura said, with here eyes widening. "You're really going to get her? Get her good?!" "I sure think so," she said. "But I wouldn't want to spoil it." "I've *got* to be there to see this!" Laura said. "But how am I going to make it all day?" "I've managed it," she said. "I still have a hard time believing that," she said. "I mean, with everything." "You don't believe me?" she asked. "I... have a hard time," Laura replied. "Let me prove it then," she said. "Where's the belt and the dress?" "In the bedroom," she said. "I don't think you can do it." "I know I can," she said. "And if I can, you have to try too." Laura nodded. She went to the bedroom, and returned with the dress, corset, heels, belt, and lubricating jelly. "I'll use this corset and these shoes, unless you have an objection," she said as she unzipped the hobble skirt. "They are higher than yours, anyway." Laura looked at her shoes more closely. "Are those... what are padlocks doing on your shoes?" she asked. "Keeping them on," she said as she lubricated the phalluses of the belt. It looked like the batteries were in the dildoes themselves. Slowly, she put the rear one inside of her. Laura watched with fascination. After that was done, the front one went into place. She buckled it in place. There must have been some sort of wires leading up to the buckles, because as soon as it closed, the vibrations started within her. "Oh, my!" she said. "See what I mean?" said Laura. Jennfier concentrated at the task at hand. She unzipped the blue vinyl hobble dress and stepped inside of it. She stood up, and Laura zipped it up in back. "Why don't you practice too," she said, rocking her hips slightly. "You need to be able to wear the shoes and corset for a while, and walk around in a tight skirt, whether or not there's a sex toy inside of you. Laura watched her for a long moment. Then, she put on the blue five inch heels, took off her T-shirt, and picked up the blue corset. It was a unique experience lacing her sister into the corset while the vibrations went on within her. She could manage to avoid collapsing on the floor only by concentrating very hard on the laces in front of her. After she was laced up, Laura sat down and slid Jennifer's black rubber hobble skirt up. She zipped it up completely, and stood up. Jennifer's eyes stopped moving as an orgasm came near. "Oh, god!" she said. "See? I said that with just the belt on!" said Laura. Jennifer clenched her teeth as the pleasurable sensations swept through her. She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching... The orgasm swept over her as the vibrations inside of her stopped. She took a breath in her corset and looked at looked at her sister. "See?" she said. Laura listened intently. "But... it never stopped for me!" she said. "Is it broken?" Jennifer shook her head. "I'm just guessing, but I bet that the thing has a sensor in it. When you clamp down on it tightly, I bet that it stops for a while. That would be just like Richard. "Oh," she said. "I don't have much practice with that." Jennifer slowly walked towards the kitchen, to demonstrate that it could be done. By the time that she reached the counter, the vibrations within her proved her right. This time, she consciously clamped down on the dildo within her. It took her several tries before the vibrations would stop. But they did stop, well before she was near another climax. "That's it!" she said. "To stop it, you have to do Kegel excercises! That is," she said with a pause, "if you *want* to stop it! Laura was still skeptical. "I'll believe it when you kill the batteries," she said. "What was it like for you?" she asked. "With it on full blast?" Laura blushed again. "Well, I was just kind of lying down on the bed," she said. "I didn't have to concentrate on anything! I had to unbuckle it every so often. God! I don't believe I'm saying this, or that I did that!" Jennifer felt the vibrations within her again. If killing the batteries was the goal, she was going to let it run for as long as possible. I might as well have fun while I'm doing this, she thought. By noon, the batteries had died, and Jennifer shed the dress and the belt. "You're turn," she said, after washing the belt off in the sink and changing the batteries. Laura took off the hobble skirt, and slowly lubed up the phalluses. "We'll see," she said, as she slowly worked the phalluses inside of her. When the vibrations started within her, her whole body tensed up. "God!" she said, moving her hips around. "Clench. Hard," she said. "You're going to have to practice that, unless you want to be on the floor at the wedding," "That might still happen," she said, with her face halfway between intense concentration and massive distration. The vibrations finally died. "That's not easy to do!" she said. "Excercise is good for you," Jennifer said with a smile. "You should get your dress on while it's pausing." Laura did so. When the vibrations came back, she tensed even more. "Ghhh! With my legs together, this is even more intense!" "You don't *have* to stop it," she said, "But there's no way you're going to unbuckle it in a hurry now!" With closed eyes, there was no indication that Laura heard what she said. "Are you sure that you'll be all right?" Jennifer asked, wriggling her way out of the car while the car was still running. Laura was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. She exited on her own side and walked around to the driver's side. As she sat down, Jennifer heard the buzzing starting up under her sister's jeans. "Well, I'm going to have to make it to the wedding all dressed up," she said. Laura was concentrating intensely as her legs moved slightly. About five seconds later, the buzzing stopped. "I need to practice now." "Just don't get pulled over," warned Jennifer. "I'll be all right," said Laura, as she closed the door and rolled down the window. "It's just a quick drive home." Jennifer watched as her sister turned the car around and drive away. At the end of the driveway. Laura idled the car there for the longest time, even though there was no car in sight. Jennifer rolled her eyes, then sighed and walked back to Richard Hane's mansion. Chapter 45 "What today?" Jennifer asked thursday morning after they had showered and breakfast was over. Today, they had eaten breakfast in the kitchen. Jennifer was nude except for her six inch black high heels, while Richard wore only a pair of slippers. "I haven't decided yet," he said. "Richard," said Jennifer, "Why the indecision?" There was no answer from Richard except for a grunt. "Don't you believe me when I said that I wanted to marry you? That hasn't changed, even though the last couple of weeks have been rather wild. Are you going to try to concoct something so outrageous that you think I'm going to leave?" Richard looked at her, started to say something, then stopped. "I know. You want to be *sure*. Maybe I should just *tell* you what would make me run away. Then you could decide if you want me to stay." Richard started to say something, but stopped yet again. "If you ever hit me or strike me, I will leave," she said. "I could not stay with an abusive man like that." A conversation with Vicki came to mind. "You could probably spank me if I was a very bad, and I would stay." "If I ever saw you in bed with another woman, I would leave you," she said. "And if anything you did to me sent me to the hospital, I would seriously think about leaving you." "That's it," she concluded. "If you do those things to me, I'll leave. If you don't, I'm sure that I'll stay. Now," she said. "Do you still want to try to think up something diabolical for me? Are you going to test me yet again? Go ahead, because unless you do one of those things to me, I'm going to stay." Richard's mouth was slightly agape. "I... darling, I don't know what to say," he said. "My love, I'm sorry that I doubted you... I just couldn't believe that someone so wonderful had come into my life. How could it be real?" "I'm here!" she said. "I'm real. You've had your ways with me, and I'm still here. Is there something even worse buried inside you, that you want to show me?" Richard was quiet again. "I... well, there's nothing much 'worse' than you've experienced from me. Perhaps I would like to take a few things a bit further, in the future, but I have everything I imagined in a woman in you. Everything I have dreamed of! You... I love you with all my heart, beloved. I would never ever hurt you or cheat on you. How could I? You are everything that I want, everything that I could want!" Richard reached out with a hand, and Jennifer grasped it with both of hers. "I'm here and I'm not going away," she said. "I'm not leaving you. You see who I am, and I'm not going to change overnight into something else." "You are an absolutely wonderful woman," he said. Jennifer stood up and walked over to him. She put her arm around him and sat down across his lap. "This is one woman that's not scared away, and isn't going to walk out on you," she said. She kissed him gently on the forehead. "Is that so hard for you to believe?" The silence and the downcast eyes told her that the answer was yes. She sat there, in his lap, and just stayed there for several minutes. "Do you know," he said slowly, breaking the silence. "Do you know how hard it is to be alone? Not only that, but to believe that you're going to be that way for the rest of your life? That's a terrible, terrible feeling. It's too terrible to live with. That's why I... push it away, down. I have to have control of myself, always. Or else... there is always that part that wants to scream, jump off the cliff, end it all. My... my dark secret, buried within me, is a legacy of despair. I live surrounded by opulence, living a life dreams are made of... and I live it alone. Once, I thought I had found happiness... and that illusion crumbled in front of me, and left me in pieces. "Can... can you still feel happiness?" she asked. "Could you be happy with me?" "I hope so," he said. "I want it so badly. I want to pain to *end*. I want someone I can share everything with, and can share everything with me. I want to dance the dance of life with you, in all its convolutions and missteps. I want to hold you, and know that you welcome my touch. I want to love you." "I'm here," she said, quietly. "And I love you." ==================== HIRED HELP by Dark One Chapters 43-45 -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----