Helena's Turning

Part 10

Cabud lifted Helena gently, and carried her cradled in his arms through the labyrinth of his home. She was aware in these moments that, no matter what torments she experienced at his hands, this man cared for her in some way, dark and alien to the human world though it may be. And she felt such a strong connection to him that, in other circumstances, she would have called love. It was other than that, but akin to it, she knew, and was driven by the mystical bond that defined the relationship of new vampire to old. She was content to accept the balance of care and cruelty that would from now on surely shape her life.

Cabud took Helena via an elevator to a room that appeared to be a modern executive office, with an expansive teak desk on which sat papers and a powerful computer and all the paraphernalia of the high-flying businessman. Cabud laid Helena on the floor and then commanded her to rise to her feet.

"From here I run my business empire, both legitimate and covert," Cabud explained. "These days, it seems that my work is never done, even though I have very capable executives in my employ who supposedly oversee everything. But so many things must be balanced at once, that there are always policy matters to attend to. Power, even such power as mine, brings its own burdens as well as...rewards.

"Helena, move my usual chair to one side, please."

Helena did not hesitate to obey her master's command, and placed the luxurious seat at the desk at the other end of the desk, struggling to manoeuvre it with her hands still linked by the cuffs.

"Now, take the place of the chair. No, not 'stand in the chair's place', but 'fill the chair's role'." Helena had looked confused as she positioned herself by the desk, until Cabud elaborated on his original command. Helena knew that he had deliberately set out to confuse her, for his true wish should surely have been communicated by the vampiric link between them otherwise. That did not stop her feeling humiliated twice over: once for failing to understand the order, and again because of the nature of the order. Nevertheless, she got down on her hands and knees and waited for Cabud to seat himself. He was not satisfied with her posture, however.

"Head down, and all your hair cascading to the floor about your face, Helena. It wouldn't do for you to see things that you are not meant to, and besides, I prefer a woman with her head bowed." Helena complied, but still she was left waiting. Cabud, it seemed, was dressing for the moment – he was busy putting on a smart shirt and tie, and well-ironed trousers that he dew from a closet in a corner of the office. Once satisfied with his attire, he pulled forth a comb and adjusted his hair before finally he was pleased with his change of persona.

Helena felt him start to sit, and using the skills that she had already learned under the cane she adjusted her flesh to be able to take more easily the weight of the man sitting on her. She felt the soft but slightly scratchy sensation of the trouser fabric against her back and the slight shuffle as Cabud found the best positioning of his buttocks. Cabud then told her, "A little softer, Helena. You are too hard."

Helena willed her flesh to be more pliant, and thus more comfortable for her master. It also heightened her sensation of his weight and the strain that it placed upon her, and brought a low groan from her lips. Then she was settled and her master proceeded with his work.

It did not take very long for her limbs and back to develop aches and, with nothing to occupy her except the small patch of carpet and the soft sounds of Cabud working away above her, there was no way to distract herself from the new torment. At least it was a plush, thick rug beneath her and her knees and hands were not suffering as much as they might have done otherwise. Time ticked by and the aches became worse, and Helena wondered what sort of business it was that Cabud was conducting right now: was it legitimate, or (as he had put it) "covert"? What branch of business was it? Who was going to carry out his commands? But there was no way to find out without lifting her head, and his command had been specific to the point that she had to ensure that her hair fell in a curtain that stopped her seeing anything beyond it.

She did not know how long she was there, playing the part of a chair for the pleasure of a vampire whose delight was to hurt her and make her submit. But she knew exactly when it ended.

"It is now exactly 7:30pm on Monday evening," announced Cabud suddenly from his position at the desk. Helena did not recognise the significance of this any more until Cabud stood and told her, "You have to be at your barmaid job in half an hour. Stand up, and I will prepare you, then I will deliver you on time."

Helena stood. Cabud led her back through the castle, and they descended in the lift to a much lower floor. There, Cabud took Helena to a changing room where he finally undid her handcuffs and pocketed them.

"You will dress in the items that I give you and no others, until you must change into your uniform for work. I will give you other instructions as you dress, some of which will be longer-lasting."

Cabud opened the locker in the room and handed to Helena a black corset. The size of it made Helena wonder if this was some cruel joke, and that Cabud must surely release her from the command very soon, for it seemed to be designed for a doll, not a human being. It was not joke, however, for Cabud then said, "You will need some help with that, and you will need the skills you have already learned."

Helena knew what he meant, and softened herself throughout her body in preparation for the garment as Cabud helped her into the corset. It was a real struggle to lift it past her hips, but eventually it was in the right place. Then he provided the help that was really required, remorselessly tightening the strings and causing the material to begin to constrict Helena's already slim body. Already, Helena thought that she found it hard to breathe but she could tell that they were not even halfway there yet. The constriction was unbelievable and still Cabud kept on drawing the strings at her back, closing the corset ever tighter around Helena's waist. Tight, pulling pains were running through her as it became ever smaller.

Helena then felt, with alarm, the sensation of her organs rearranging themselves to accommodate the vastly restricted space. The softness that she had induced within her body seemed to be allowing drastic alterations to her physiology to take place under the requirements that Cabud's nightmare fashion placed upon her She did not know exactly what was happening, but she could feel herself being made to stand taller and straighter than she had ever done before, not just by the pressure that perhaps any corset would place upon her, but by the very movements with her – it became necessary to do everything she could to make room for her displaced organs. The pain was constant, and quite unlike anything Helena had ever experienced – but then, she could not imagine anyone could have experienced this and lived to tell, except perhaps another vampire like her.

Finally, it was done. The corset was exquisitely designed to provide a natural curve even though it was unnaturally small, to an incredible extreme. Helena felt herself and, even though she knew that her body was at its softest, the corset had made her tight and hard beneath its press. She realised with a shock that she could touch the finger and thumb of both hands and make a continuous circle all the way around her waist.

"You now have a waist of just 12 inches," Cabud told her, "And by continuous pressure your body will reshape itself into something that truly resembles an hourglass. Even so, you will never fit into this corset without discomfort. It will give you a waist when naked of around 16 inches, though. This property of remoulding appears to last only about a week after the First Blood, but I have found it most intriguing since I discovered it in my various pupils. Needless to say, you are not to remove that corset until you see me again, and maybe not even then."

Helena had difficulty with her balance as she put on the other clothes after that. She would be wearing stockings held up by garters, and a black dress that hugged her chest and thighs tightly, but because it was designed with a normal-shaped woman in mind, she could feel it hanging free around her midriff. However, in the mirror it looked natural and nobody would be able to tell that she did not fill it fully. There was no bra, nor knickers, in the outfit that Cabud had selected for Helena, but these would not be a concern to her, because the uniform did not allow such things to show. One thing did strike her, though.

"Lord Cabud," she said, "When I change into my uniform, what will stop my skirt falling to the floor?"

"Your hips are no smaller than they were, Helena. However, your blouse might provoke an occasional stare, for it will not behave naturally when you wear it!"

Finally, she was to wear heels that were much higher than she was used to wearing. Then, sufficiently attired to satisfy her master, Helena knew it was time to go.

Cabud led her through his castle to a garage where he showed her to a top-range Mercedes, which shone brilliant white. Although so much hinged around black, or around blood, in this Helena was not surprised. The white somehow spoke of power in a way that a black car, while offering menace, could never do. It also carried in it Cabud's desire to challenge those few things that restrained him – for he had always had to operate in secrecy, and by night. Today, he had revealed to Helena his fight against the sun, and now he had found a way to be openly powerful while remaining in secret. Any car puts the driver and passenger at one remove from the observer, but here the windows were tinted as well so that knowledge of the occupant was sketchy at best.

Helena took the front passenger seat while Cabud drove. With the calm of long practice he operated the car's controls and headed towards the exit. Finally, Helena had a chance to see the building where she had spent a long weekend incarcerated. Though Helena knew it to be a castle in truth, it did indeed appear from the outside to be a tall office building, and Helena imagined that many workers were employed by Cabud in his empire, and some of them probably worked here – perhaps had done so while she was undergoing torment at their boss's hands. The thought sent a shudder through her.

They arrived at the bar where Helena worked (the "Adam's Finger" – the sign showed the famous Michelangelo image, but Helena had never quite plucked up the courage to find out if the owner intended another meaning entirely) with five minutes to spare. Cabud then laid one final command on Helena.

"To demonstrate my power over you even at a distance, I will have you do something for me. If anyone should order from you a double vodka and a pint of bitter shandy, with salted peanuts, either as a whole order or part of an order, you must offer to suck off any male members of their party, either at your break or once your shift has ended. If they accept, then you must do as you have offered, and swallow if they desire it. I demand this of you because it will demonstrate my power most effectively to have you something that I know you despise. You must not feed when you do so – in fact, you should be well sated at present so you will not wish to do so either. Now, off you go and earn your wages!"

Helena climbed from the car and noticed with a curious frisson of pride that several of her acquaintances had been approaching the Adam's Finger or leaving it, and seen her emergence from such an impressive ride. The looks on their faces gave her a boost that she had not been expecting, and it gave Helena the confidence to face the evening. The combination that Cabud had given her was not a very likely one, after all, and maybe she would go the whole evening without once being asked for that combination of drinks and snack.

Because the owner insisted on a standard uniform for his bar staff, he had given his workers the option of changing in a back room, where lockers were assigned to them. This was always Helena's choice, because she didn't like to bring her work home with her. Fortunately, there were no others who came on or off shift at the same time as Helena that night, and she had the female changing room to herself. Never normally shy, she did not want to show off her impossibly thin waist, nor the garment that was causing it, if she could help it.

The uniform was hardly outrageous: a T-shirt with a print of the image on the sign outside, a web address and phone number of the bar (for booking events) and the wearer's name, and a skirt that gave generous view of the knees but not much higher than that (it gave it an air of a 50's theme pub, in Helena's opinion, but since the bar was quite successful she didn't see any point in mentioning these thoughts to her boss). Looking in the mirror, Helena was pleased to see that the T-shirt was loose enough to hide the gaping void beneath, where she was pinched so tightly by the corset. Her hips, as Cabud had said, still made sure that the skirt stayed where it should, but she noticed that the change in her shape was accentuated by the skirt so that her hips suddenly had a much more curvy, and sexier, appearance. She was not sure if she was pleased by this or not.

She was, in the event, a few minutes late in arriving behind the bar to serve customers, but a certain amount of flexibility was allowed. She was officially there from 8pm-12 midnight and as long as she made up the shortfall some other time, she would be okay. Tuesday nights were generally quiet anyway.

* * * * *

For three hours, fifty minutes Helena was safe. The dreaded order never came and she was beginning to think that she would be able to get away with it, that Cabud's fiendish trap would not be sprung. This was until her next customer came to her with a strange look on his face, an expectant and slightly bemused look that rang alarm bells in her mind. Even as he began to speak, she was sure that he knew about the command that Cabud had laid upon her, and sure enough he asked for precisely the items that Helena had been dreading hearing all evening. A quick glance at the clock and she said to him, hoping that nobody else would hear, "If you and your mates want a blow job, meet me in the men's in ten minutes!" She had to speak fairly loudly in order to be heard but the general noise seemed to have drowned out her offer to all ears except those for whom it was intended. His smile was one that showed not surprise at being given that offer, but rather surprise that the magic words had worked.

"See you there!" he told Helena. Helena turned away to hide her disgust and shame at the thought of what she would have to do for these guys, and she instead went to fetch the order (after all, the man had placed an order). She doubted that he or his friends would actually drink the drinks or eat the peanuts, but he paid for them gladly – after all, it was a small price to pay for the service she would shortly provide, and from a woman somewhat more alluring than most of the hookers in the city.

Helena was barely able to make it through her last minutes on duty, and came close to dropping glasses more than once, although she managed to retain enough composure to ensure that she did her job. When she came off duty, she virtually dashed to the changing room. It was not in strict accordance with Cabud's instructions, but she was not going to dirty up her work clothes if she could help it, and set her mind firmly on changing into the clothes Cabud had given her, before she went to the gents'. Pain exploded in her temples as she did so, but even as she finished and headed to her appointment with an unknown number of cocks, she felt a sense of triumph: she had successfully defied Cabud's mind-control in some way, albeit a minor rebellion at most. As she approached the men's room, the pain dissipated.

As it was, she was earlier than the men who had taken advantage of Cabud's instruction. She was certain that Cabud had told them that they would get a free blowjob if they asked the barmaid called Helena for the right things. She looked around at her surroundings, a urinal that had been pristine at opening time was now filled with cigarette butts and everywhere urine soaked the floor where the spray had bounced back, or where the men had simply missed their mark (especially around the bowls in the cubicles). How any form of sex could be considered sexy in these conditions, she could not imagine. But there was no more time to ponder these matters. The man whom she was bound to service had arrived, with four friends along for the freebie.

It was obvious that the leader was not in fact the man who had triggered Cabud's command but one of the others, who presumably had put the other one up to the task of actually securing Helena's cooperation, or else discovering that the whole thing was a wind-up. The leader was slightly taller than the others, and obviously fitter and stronger. He had a dark face, with short-cropped black hair and black eyes that fixed Helena with a steely gaze. The others, by their whole demeanour, signalled that it was this man who was in charge.

"Right, whore, in the cubicle and on your knees!" commanded the leader, and Helena obeyed instantly, as much out of a wish to have the experience finished and done with as because of the power of the man's voice – but he was very obviously used to being obeyed.

"Okay, Charlie," he said to the man who had come to the bar, "You tested the water, I guess it's your right to go first!" So his name was Charles, thought Helena. Could be useful to know. It also seemed as though Charlie was the youngest of the group.

"Right you are," the young man replied, and he followed Helena into the cubicle before closing the door and latching it.

"Don't want anyone who doesn't know coming and disturbing us, do we?" he remarked to Helena, "Now, open wide and have a nice long suck." He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. Helena saw that it was nowhere near as big as Cabud's, and by comparison this was going to be easy.

Helena did as she was told, taking Charlie's cock between her lips and sliding her head forwards and backwards. Hoping it was the right thing to do, she used her tongue to add further stimulation in an effort to make Charlie climax sooner. She kept her hands at her side, not sure what to do with them, and she felt Charlie taking hold of her hair.

"Oh, yes, you're good at this," he told her, "Come on, give me all you've got – then swallow all of mine!" and he chuckled. Helena knew that this would be enough to make sure that she did swallow. Tears were pricking her eyes now, but she carried on regardless with her task of sucking Charlie's cock.

He was becoming more excited, and as he did so he was jerking Helena's head with his grip on her hair and dictating the pace of her strokes on his cock. She grunted as he did so, trying to communicate her discomfort, but it seemed only to urge him on harder. Finally, she felt his prick start to jerk ready for the semen to be thrust into her. Once again, Charlie cried, "Go on, swallow the lot!" and then Helena's mouth was full of slime and she was gulping as hard as she could to take it down her gullet before she suffocated. And then it was over.

Charlie pulled up his trousers and did them up without a word to the woman who had just had his prick between her lips. He turned and undid the latch, opened the door and made way for the next man, "Ah, Bravo, your turn is it?" As well as the churning sensation in her stomach, Helena felt a sense of emptiness as she realised that Charlie wasn't a name – they were using the phonetic alphabet to conceal their identities. Something about that worried her intensely, but there was no time to ponder on the matter. Here was another cock to suck, another load to swallow. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and got on with the job.

As it happened, Bravo and Echo didn't want Helena to swallow their cum. Bravo sprayed his in Helena's face, laughing when she tried to lick some of it away that she must really love the taste. Echo (who went last of the four underlings) aimed his into Helena's hair.

Then the leader, who by a process of elimination and guesswork had to be Alpha, entered Helena's cubicle. Helena shrank back from him as she had not done with the others, for in his eyes was a predatory look that frightened her. He handed her a piece of paper and told her to read it.

Helena read: "If they wish to tie you up or restrain you in any way, you must let them" and saw that it was signed with a sigil that, though she had never seen it before, she knew was the emblem of her Lord Cabud and that now his written words were as powerful as his spoken commands.

"I want you in handcuffs," said Alpha simply, and he proceeded to place them on Helena's wrists behind her back. Only once she was thus entrapped could Helena find any will of her own by which to struggle, but of course it was too late and that was why she could do so.

Her struggling intensified as she saw what Alpha had produced next.

"No!" she cried, but that was all that she managed, for Alpha had revealed a ball-gag that as Helena cried out he slipped deftly between her lips and teeth, silencing her protests. It also, as Helena had understood as soon as she saw it, blocked her mouth and removed any possibility that Alpha intended to use her as Cabud had intended. Fear gripped Helena, who was now helpless in this man's power. She guessed that the others had contrived to make sure that nobody entered the men's room while Alpha restrained his captive, but now there was nothing that she could do to alert others to her predicament even if they were peeing or shitting in the next cubicle along.

Alpha seated Helena on top of the toilet and pushed her back against the pipe from the overhead cistern before using a short piece of rope to tie the handcuffs to the pipe. Helena tried to kick, but he was very quick and immobilised her by grabbing the first leg that Helena swung in his direction. Lifting it high, he prevented her using the other foot as a weapon to free herself and then used another pair of handcuffs to encircle her ankle, then tied a rope to the other metal loop. Helena could not prevent his final act of restraint: a third pair of handcuffs mirrored the arrangement on Helena's other ankle and then the rope passed behind the bowl and pinned her feet back and her legs wide. Her short skirt offered no barrier to a rapist's intentions.

Alpha was a true Alpha-Male, and his penis, though still not the equal of Cabud's, was certainly bigger than the other members in his team. Helena screamed behind her gag as he forced his way into her pussy with a brutal thrust. Helena knew that she was still dry, because she simply did not have time from realising that she would be raped to the actual event, for her body's natural lubrication to take effect. Alpha seemed not to notice the lack, but pounded her with an animal ferocity that culminated thankfully quickly for Helena as he spurted his cum deep within her.

Alpha opened the cubicle door wide and said to his followers, "Anyone else want a go?" And they did. Tears ran down Helena's face as four times more she was violated and abused by these men whom her lover had set upon her.

And then the torment was over. Satisfied with their rape of her, they left Helena where she was, still exposed to any male who should happen to choose that cubicle. She knew that it must have been close to closing time at the "Adam's Finger" but the idea that anybody could come in and see her like that and maybe choose to repeat the assault on her, was more than she could bear. Without any hindrance, the tears rolled down Helena's cheeks and sobs wracked her body.

She sat where she was, cum in her hair and covering her face, dripping down onto her blouse and oozing from her abused cunt onto the toilet seat. Throughout, her clothes had remained intact but Cabud had not given her anything to wear that would be a barrier to sex, and so her rapists had not needed to tear anything. Instead, they had left her so that even if she were free, she could not leave without it being obvious to anyone who saw her that she was a slut of the lowest sort. She had no way of crying for help, because of the gag that Alpha had left in her mouth and she dreaded some late drinker coming in and deciding that he could take advantage of her condition.

She heard the door open and tensed in her bonds, as the footsteps made unerringly for her prison. The cubicle door swung open at the man's touch, but even before she could see any part of him, she knew deep within who was there: it was Cabud, and she would be saved by the one who had condemned her.

"How could you let them do that to me?" she sobbed angrily once Cabud had released her from her bonds.

"Hush! We shall talk of these things in the car. For now, we must make you look respectable enough to leave here. Wash yourself in the basin, I have a cloak here that will hide the rest of it."

Direct commands could not be ignored, and Helena did not speak again, but cleaned herself as best she could while Cabud kept watch. Once she was satisfied that she could pass for a reasonably respectable girl again, she gratefully accepted the heavy cloak from Cabud and put it on, her whole body enveloped in its black shroud and all evidence of her disgrace hidden from the outside world. Cabud put his arm around her and, although she flinched at his touch, she allowed him to escort her from the "Adam's Finger" and into the cold night air. Helena noticed that her ordeal had lasted close to three quarters of an hour and it was almost closing time.

Cabud's white Mercedes awaited the couple at a discreet distance from the bar, but not so far as to leave Helena in fear of exposure, no more than a minute at their careful pace. Once in the car, Helena asked again, "Why did you allow those bastards to rape me?"

"I did not," answered Cabud, "Though I admit that I gave them the key to trigger my command to you to give them blowjobs. However, that rape was not a part of my agreement with them and I am very angry that they have abused you thus. They must be punished! It is always a horror when the predator briefly finds him or herself to be the prey, but I can assure you that such reversals never last, and those who temporarily became the hunter soon find themselves hunted again, and their fate is always much worse than before.

"Tell me, what do you wish to do about this?"

"I want revenge!" Answered Helena, "I want to tear out their throats as they know the reason for their fate. And I want Alpha to suffer for a long time at my hands!"

"Very good! I shall see that you have the chance to wreak such revenge, for it is the vampires' way to do just as you have described. But for now you must go home and sleep, and live your life until I call you again. Alas, after your experience this night I would wish to release you from your tight garment, but its work is not yet done and you must still wear it a while longer."

Cabud drove Helena to the house she shared with two classmates and there they parted, Cabud reminding her before he drove away, "Remember, be wary of the sun and always take precautions against its power!"

Helena quietly made her way to bed. She could hear her housemates talking in the dining room/kitchen but after the intensity of the weekend and the trauma of that night, she had no wish to talk with anyone but preferred to go straight to sleep, if she could.