by Writing Shark
Hellen finds you and your daughter in your marital bed
Quietly, Hellen Winters unlocks the front door. For a long time she has spent time in the city with her daughter until Gemma was very tired. But her husband had not permitted them to come home. Now it is already almost a new day and Gemma is hanging by her side like a drunk. Actually it was a nice evening, even if Gemma had only talked about her father.
Hellen had realized that it was futile to draw her youngest daughter’s attention to another subject and soon had to give up being the center of her daughter’s world. Since her father had spanked her in front of the whole family, Gemma had been replaced.
“Come on,” Hellen says, hiding her sadness. “I’ll put you to bed.”
She tucks Gemma in and kisses the tired girl goodnight. The daughter lies on her side to protect her bottom, but smiles contentedly.
“Mom?”
“Yes honey?” At the door, Hellen turns around again. She really loves her youngest daughter and it pains her that she can be taken away so easily.
“Do you think dad is proud of me today?” The evening together doesn’t matter the second they’re back home, maybe it always did. But Hellen has vowed to stand by her husband, not only at the altar but kneeling before him at his own ceremony. Naked and in love, Hellen has sworn allegiance to her husband and she knows the confusing feeling all too well. Grief and pride together.
“You did what he wanted. I’m sure he’s proud of you.” Gemma snuggles into the covers, smiling blissfully. “And so am I.” But her daughter is already asleep.
Unlike Gemma, Hellen can’t think about herself first. If her husband is still awake, he deserves to find her washed and ready. After a cat wash and an examining look in the mirror, Hellen slips her best sexy lingerie over her body, checks to see if her breasts are showing well, and runs a finger over her labia. She is wet, a permanent state. James has trained her to be wet and willing the moment she gets within a hundred yards of him. Her heart beats faster at the thought of what he will do to her today and what news he has for her.
But then she quietly opens the door to her marital bedroom and freezes.
For many years she has had this image in her mind, imagining how it would be, but yet it catches her completely off guard.
There lies her beloved husband, and next to him a hill of bedclothes… and a dainty foot protruding from underneath.
James looks at her… and smiles. And Hellen smiles, too. Her lips move but no sound comes out.
‘May I come in?’ she asks tonelessly, and James nods. Lithely, Hellen darts into the room and stops in front of her marital bed where her own daughter is lying with her husband.
“Did you…?” Her voice croaks with excitement. And James nods.
Fearing to make again the same selfish and stupid mistakes that almost cost her the happiness of her life, Hellen Winters has become a kind, good-natured and gentle woman. She leaves the fighting to her husband. And she is doing well under his rule, better than she could fight for herself. That is why she supports him. And because she loves him, more than anything else in the world, even more than her own daughters.
James loves Hellen even when she doesn’t love herself, that’s what makes him so special. And for that, he has earned the right to control her life, as well as that of every person Hellen, has given life to so far.
When she realizes that her husband has slept with her own daughter in their marital bed without asking her, Hellen Winters has only one question.
“Has my daughter pleased you?”
And when James nods, her life is fine.
Hellen is a three-dimensional person, and even though she is a slave, the will-less but willing property of her husband, the happiness of the people she loves is the most important thing to her. And she knows Alice. She knows she is happy because she has pleased her father with her body.
Quietly, Hellen sneaks to her husband’s side, kneels beside the bed, leans over and gently kisses the back of his hand. He caresses her cheek and they look deep into each other’s eyes.
“I love you James.”
“And I love you Hellen.”
With that, everything is said. Hellen Winters doesn’t even want a say in who her husband has sex with or how he brings his daughters under his rule. Hellen knows Alice will be fine there.
And Gemma…
Hellen knows that too, even though it hurts her.
That Gemma will leave her one day, just as Alice did today, to enjoy the perfect life under her father that Hellen cannot offer her, is certain for the wife. And she welcomes the thought of seeing Gemma smiling under her husband, his cock deep inside her. It’s what she’s been working toward all her life.
And that’s where the weakness Hellen Winters never found in herself lies.
“Tomorrow you will put the girls on the pill” her husband instructs her. “And you will show Alice what it means to be one of my girls.”
“Yes honey” she whispers back to him and kisses his hand again. Her husband smiles at her. She sees it in his eyes and Hellen is overjoyed. James has done it and Hellen has wanted nothing more than to see the satisfied look on his face that always makes her hormones bubble up. “How was Alice?”
“She was perfect.” James shakes his head in disbelief. “Obedient but wild. Like she was born for it.”
“She is honey,” Hellen says in love. “This is exactly what she was born for.”
Then she curls up at the end of the bed, grateful that James wants her with him today. She feels her daughter’s light kicks at her back as she dreams beautiful wet dreams. And Hellen, loving and naive, thinks that now that Alice will sleep with James regularly, she will have more time for Gemma.
Now she can take care of her youngest daughter more often and even if she doesn’t mind admitting that her husband’s satisfaction is more important than her daughter, Hellen is mother enough to be happy that Alice will now help Gemma with her underfucked cunt. Daughters should hold together.
And even while Hellen will miss the sex itself, as long as James is satisfied she can spend time with Gemma, preparing her, strengthening the bond between them. All for the purpose of making Gemma more suitable for her father, of course.
But still…
Hellen is too sweet to see the mistake she is making. But she’s also loyal.
James should own my princess…
And she doesn’t like the contradiction in her head. She knows where her loyalty lies, but she also knows which of her children is loyal to her, a feeling she knows is wrong, Gemma belongs to James, but she is not strong enough to fight it. Her husband will make that decision and if he wants to take Gemma, Hellen will stand behind her daughter and spit her legs for her father. She knows that.
But until then, she can enjoy her time with her princess while her husband fucks her other daughter.
And then, when he wants Gemma…
Hellen contorts her face at the thought, but she knows she’s only doing it to please him, she’s only resisting him to make his life even better.
If he wants Gemma… Then still there’s the other thing…
Writing Shark 