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 Chapter I

   The irate villagers found Helen crying hysterically on the surf.  She
had not moved at all after watching John and Luisa standing hand in hand on
the fast receding boat, waving to her with the falsest of smiles.

   The villagers had earlier heard what sounded like three thunderclaps and
were wondering what could have made those sounds since there was not a
cloud in the sky.  Curious, a number of villagers went off to investigate
where the sounds could have come from and found the naked corpses of their
village chief and his two warriors in the bush beside a waterfall.  There
was no sign of the two captive women who had accompanied them earlier.

   The villagers cried out in anguish as soon as they laid their eyes on
their dead chief.  One of the elders who was with them dispatched a handful
of warriors to search for the lost women.  As said earlier, they found the
naked Helen crying miserably on the surf, but of the clothed Luisa there
was no sign of her.  They noticed though that the sand leading to the shore
bore many foot prints, which could not have been possibly made by only the
two women.

   Extremely angered at the fate that had befallen their chief, the
warriors manhandled Helen to her feet by the hair and drove her back to the
place where the dead chieftain lay.  Once there, they roughly bound her
hands behind her with twine and reattached her leash around her neck.  She
then joined the funeral cortege back to the village, totally uncertain of
what her fate would be.

   As his dead body came into view, the whole village broke out in
mourning, loudly bewailing the loss of their chief.  When the villagers saw
Helen trampling naked amidst the procession they rained blows on her and
pelted her with rocks, believing she had something to do with his death. 
The mob would have no doubt lynched poor Helen right then and there, had
not the oldest and wisest villager called out to them to stop.

   While the rest of the village was in mourning, the elders met to discuss
the deaths of the village chief and his two warriors and what fate should
now befall the naked Helen.

   Most of the elders believed Helen responsible for the death of their
chieftain and therefore should suffer the most horrible ordeal, which is to
have her whole body smeared with honey and have her staked down beside an
anthill of fire ants, till her body is totally consumed.  A horrible and
painful death, which takes days before a person finally succumbs.

   Fortunately, the oldest and wisest elder came to Helen's defense, and
was able to convince the rest that Helen could not have possibly killed the
village chief and his men, since their wounds could only have been caused
by magic.  And, such being the case, it was the clothed woman who must be
responsible then.

   Finding Luisa guilty of the deaths, the village elders, in accordance
with village laws, confiscated all of Luisa's property, which in this case
comprised only her naked slave Helen.  It was then decreed that since
Luisa's crime was against the whole village, Helen should be shared by
everyone in the village, to be a slave to all.  All the villagers gave a
cheer as they listened to the decision of the tribal council.  Helen stood
petrified on her knees, with her naked breasts heaving in and out, not
understanding at all what was being said.

   Following the burial of the dead village chief a new one was chosen by
the elders from among the warriors.  It was after the feast celebrating the
ascension of the new chief that Helen was brought before him.  The new
chief sexually assaulted Helen in her ass in the privacy of his hut then
had her clean his cock straight from her ass with her mouth.  She was
forced to undergo the same early the next day, before she was to be turned
over to the next villager, who would most likely have her undergo the same
routine.  As would all others.

   Chapter II

   While Helen was consigned to having herself passed around by the
villagers for their perverted sexual pleasure, John and Luisa were living
the good life.  Feted by many for her remarkable exploits as a survivor,
Luisa basked in the glamour of her celebrity status.  There were talks even
of a movie coming out in the Hallmark Channel about her life.

   John on the other hand took on the veneer of a devastated and grieving
widower who had tragically lost his wife.  Appearing to Blame himself for
his wife's drinking, he unabashedly shed crocodile tears in the Oprah
Winfrey show, while professing to high heavens how he still loved his wife
and would forever do so until his dying days.  Oprah's eyes were caught
welling with tears as she pensively watched John give the performance of
his life.  There were talks even that HBO would be coming up with its own
movie version of the tragedy and would be offering top dollar for the
rights.

   Both John and Luisa were asked to do several guestings in talk and other
late night shows.  They appeared one after the other in both Letterman's
and Leno's shows; but appeared together in the Late Night with Conan
O'brien, where they openly held hands, and coyly intimated to Conan there
was love a brewing in the horizon.

   In the meantime, thanks to Luisa's lies, John was able to collect from
Helen's insurance and inherit billions from her estate.  The two lovebirds
then proceeded to squander their bounty on the good life, relishing in the
idea that all they were enjoying now was made possible by the woman they
had maliciously abandoned naked on the island.

   As the months passed, Helen noticed that the natives were not being as
mean to her now as when she first became the village fuck toy.  From a mere
receptacle to assuage their sexual lust, in time Helen started to be
treated more and more like a human being.  Yes, she was still kept
absolutely naked at all times, but now she was no longer kept in a cage,
but could now eat and walk like a human being.  Helen also voluntarily did
her rounds of the villagers, both men and women, happily serving their
sexual needs with all gusto.

   Pretty soon, Helen began assimilating herself into village life, joining
the natives as they hunted, picked food and grew rudimentary crops, naked
as the day she was born.

   One day, much to Helen's surprise, one of the native men started
courting her.  Though her status in the village as the village whore was
only slightly higher than that of a beast, Helen remained quite the beauty
and quite enticing to the natives.  Unfortunately for Helen, the native in
question had another inamorata as well.  According to village law
therefore, the women had to fight it out.

   Just like Helen's earlier encounter with Luisa, the fight was more of a
rout than anything else.  Although her opponent was smaller and lighter
than her, the native girl had the speed and agility to overcome whatever
advantage Helen may have had in size.  She was mean as hell too,
unmercifully pummeling Helen into submission without breaking a sweat.  The
men loved it though.  They particularly enjoyed watching Helen's full
breasts jiggle around as she writhed in pain on the dirt and hear her
incoherent screams in a language unknown to them, which they found quite
arousing.

   The villagers liked watching Helen's ass whupped so much, that they had
the elders decree that from now on Helen would have to fight a native girl
each week.  So now, in addition to having to service the villagers sexual
needs with her ass and tongue, she was now required to satisfy their
insatiable blood lust, at the expense of her poor, nude body.

   Seeing as how easily Helen had been dispatched in the two fights they
had seen her in, the village girls were actually delighted and looked
forward to their turn in beating up the naked fair skinned tramp.

   As to be expected, Helen's next fights ended up badly for her, with her
pitifully screaming out her surrender at the foot of a grinning native
girl. In time, however, Helen started to learn from her mistakes and gained
a few moves, that her fights were getting longer and longer, and more
competitive.  In fact in her last fight, she was able to bloody her
opponent's lip with a lucky punch before eventually going down in defeat.

   Chapter III

   As Helen continued to gain knowledge in fighting, her body too was
quickly adapting to her pugilistic life.  Gone now were the feminine
softness of her womanly curves, only to be replaced by a well defined and
toned body, with a hard, flat wash board abdomen and rippling muscles.

   Her next fight was a rough and tumble affair against a much larger
village girl of Amazonian proportions.  At first intimidated by her
opponent's size, Helen quickly noticed that the other girl appeared slow in
her movements, and so she may have a chance to win.

   Easily sidestepping the native girl's lumbering charge, Helen pivoted
gracefully and planted her foot on the other girl's ass as she swept pass,
sending her spluttering to the dirt, face first.  Seeing her opponent face
down on the dirt, Helen dove on her back and clutching the other girl's
chin with both hands, painfully pulled back on it , causing the native girl
to yell out in pain, as her arms wildly flailed about.

   The Amazon was able to hook Helen by the neck with an arm, which sent
her tormentor tumbling off of her, face down on the ground.  However,
before the native girl could get her hands on the sprawled naked woman,
Helen was able to twist back and deliver an elbow straight into the other
girl's lip, bloodying it and forcing her head to snap back with the force.
Helen then was able to scramble to her feet and deliver a well placed kick
to the exact spot she had elbowed the other girl.

   At first caught by surprise by the way the fight was going, the crowd of
native men started cheering Helen as she more than held her own against her
opponent.  Though much larger than Helen, the other woman was clearly
getting the raw end of the deal in this fight.

   Helen continued to stick and move, peppering her opponent with lightning
quick jabs, before dancing away to avoid the other woman's grabbing hold of
her.  Unfortunately for Helen, she slipped a bit while moving away,
allowing her opponent to finally catch up with her.

   Helen was thrown to the dirt and sat on by her opponent, who now began
wildly pummeling and pounding on her.  Helpless to prevent the berserk
thrashing she was receiving, Helen could only thrash out her legs
ineffectively about, as she was about to lose consciousness from the pain.

   Just as the crowd thought Helen would be going down in usual defeat, she
was able to hook both her ankles around the Amazon's throat and pulled her
head back sharply.  This caused the native girl's weight to shift atop of
Helen, who now managed to squirm her upper torso free from under her
opponent, and deliver a vicious head butt on the other's nose.

   There was an audible crack just as Helen's forehead made contact with
the native girl's nose which immediately spewed blood all over.  The big
girl let out an anguished cry as she clutched both hands on her seemingly
broken nose, loudly conceding defeat to the naked woman beneath her.

   At first the villagers stood in stunned silence at the unexpected
victory of the naked fair skinned beast, who continued to sit in a daze on
the dirt, even after her opponent had got off of her.  The crowd erupted to
wild cheers just as Helen collapsed from exhaustion, having clearly enjoyed
the way the fight had gone and were eagerly looking forward to the next
one.

   For the first time Helen had set foot on the island, she remained
unmolested for the rest of the night and allowed to sleep in a bed in
peace.

   Helen's fighting skills continued to improve with every fight.  Though
she did not win all her succeeding matches, she did a good account of
herself, causing a lot of pain on her opponents.  From then on, it was now
the village girls who shuddered at the prospect of having to fight the
naked, fair skinned beast, and were the ones' quaking in fear as they faced
off against her.

   Helen continued to remain the sexual fuck toy of the village for the
rest of the days she was not fighting.  However on the days she fought,
Helen was left alone by the villagers, who were in awe of the naked, fair
skinned warrior queen.

   One day while Helen was out gathering fruits, she spotted a boat
anchored by the beach where she washed up on.  Extremely delighted that she
would finally be rescued, Helen ran towards it.  Just as Helen was about to
break cover, she saw a man and a woman on the deck of the boat with what
looked to be a glass of wine in their hands.  Helen quietly slinked back in
the jungle cover as she continued to view her husband John and his mistress
Luisa, clink their glass in a toast, with burning hatred, as images of her
being marooned by them flashed before her eyes.

   Soon another boat came in from the horizon.  With growing anger, Helen
saw that it contained quite a number of people, including Luisa's brothers
and sisters, who aided her husband and his mistress in abandoning her naked
on the beach.  She could not forget their laughing faces as their boat
pulled away from shore, and she never will.

   As the people of the second boat got on the one John and Luisa were on,
Helen continued her silent observation.  She saw what appeared to be some
sort of wedding ceremony taking place, with her husband John taking his
mistress Luisa to be his lawfully wedded wife.  Following the wedding,
there was a small reception where the guests toasted the newly weds,
wishing them heart felt congratulations and good fortunes.  The two boats
then motored away to head back to civilization where a grander wedding
feast was to be held.  In all the time the boats were in her view, Helen's
eyes remained fixed on them, dry of any tears, but with burning hatred and
ice cold steel, as she tried to figure a way of getting off the island to
exact her revenge.

   Chapter IV

   As if in answer to Helen's prayers, a tropical storm struck the island a
week after she witnessed John and Luisa's nuptials.  She had just won her
match the night before, a rough and tumble, long drawn out fight in the
rain, which turned the battle into a veritable mud fight, and was now
walking about to stretch her aching muscles.

   When Helen got to the edge of the jungle she saw, to her surprise, there
was a boat anchored just off shore.  She also saw two white men standing on
the beach.  Helen shouted for joy and immediately ran over to the two men,
who turned just in time to see Helen break out of the jungle underbrush,
naked as the day she was born.

   The two white men stood rooted to the ground as the totally naked Helen
quickly made her way towards them.  Mouths agape with longing, the men
could not keep their roving eyes from openly staring at Helen's nakedness.
In fact they were so transfixed by Helen's naked state, that it did not at
first register, that Helen was crying out for help, and that they should
leave the island immediately.

   Finally noticing the naked woman's hysterics, one of the men tried to
calm her down..  However when the men learned from Helen there were natives
about, they panicked and hurriedly left the island, taking Helen along with
them.

   Helen was finally saved.  She was on a boat headed back to civilization,
and for the first time in more than a year was clothed in a man's oversized
shirt, which she found quite uncomfortable and heavy on her skin.

   As Helen sat in the galley having soup with one of the men who rescued
her, she learned that the two were marine biologists conducting a study of
the sea life in the area, and that they were forced to seek shelter at the
lee side of the island, to wait out the storm.  They had thought the island
uninhabited and were surprised to learn it was teeming with natives. 
Although he added with a grin, that he didn't mind his first encounter with
the island's female population.

   When he asked Helen how she ended up in the island, his disposition
changed from one of serious interest, to horror, and finally to anger, as
Helen recounted her travails, leaving nothing out except the most lurid
details.

   Helen was able to keep herself together while she narrated her ordeal,
but immediately broke down in tears as soon as it was over.  The man was
seething with anger and outrage as he heard what Helen's husband and his
new wife did to Helen, and was about to report Helen's rescue in, to enable
the police to apprehend the two, as quickly as possible.  Helen stopped
him. She had other plans for her cheating husband and his slut of a new
wife.

   Chapter V

   John Martin and Luisa Martin were both pissed.  They were in the middle
of their world tour, luxuriating in the azure blue waters of St.  Tropez,
when John received an urgent call from the Company chairman asking him to
report back immediately.  Despite Helen's death, he continued to work for
the company owned by her family, and the call he had just received was from
Helen's father.

   Although the two newly weds were greatly irritated at their honeymoon
being cut short, they new this was a summons they could not refuse,
especially that the Chairman's own private jet was sent to ferry them home.

   When they landed, Mr.  and Mrs.  Martin were met inside the plane's
private hangar by the Chairman's stretch limousine.  However, just as they
were about to board the car, they were jumped from behind by a group of
hooded men, who clubbed them on the head rendering both husband and wife
unconscious.  They were then thrown in the back of a heavily tinted van,
which then drove off in the darkness.

   John and Luisa were brought back to consciousness by the splashing of
water on their faces.  Blinded at first by the brightness of the overhead
lights, their eyes soon became accustomed to the glare that they were able
to make out their surroundings.  Looking about, the couple found themselves
chained to the rafters of a huge empty warehouse.  They were fully clothed
and appeared unharmed, making John think they were victims of a kidnapping.
He told the obviously scared Luisa not to worry at all, in that the company
would surely pay their ransom, no matter how high it was.

   The door to the warehouse clanged open.  John turned to look at their
abductors as they entered the warehouse, ready to bargain with them for a
reduction in ransom.

   John counted four hooded men had entered the warehouse.  As they
approached the chained duo, another figure entered the warehouse as well,
this time a woman clothed in a trench coat and Marlene Dietrich hat. 
John's face took on a look of pure terror as he realized the identity of
the beautiful woman walking towards him.  And, so too did his new wife.

   Helen continued to give the two captives a most endearing smile as she
doffed her hat, clearly revealing her flowing blond hair and unmistakable
face, slightly bronzed from being under the sun too much the past year and
a half.  She particularly gave John the sweetest smile ever, as she pulled
out a straight razor and closed in on him.

   When Helen got right beside John she held up the razor as if to strike
at his throat.  John cringed back in abject fear, only to have Helen give
his cheek a loving kiss while she slowly sliced his clothes from him.  Once
she had John naked, she mischievously patted his still deflated cock and
gave him another gentle kiss on the other cheek, before turning her back on
him to face Luisa.

   Helen gave the straight razor to one of the hooded men and her hat to
the other.  Looking pleasantly at Luisa, she congratulated her on her
marriage to John, but since she was still very much alive and not yet
divorced from him, she was still married to him as well.  Helen suggested
then that they both fight to determine who of them will be the real Mrs. 
Martin.  When Helen finished, she looked back to blow John a kiss and
noticed that his penis was starting to harden, no doubt getting excited at
the prospect of having two beautiful women fight over him.

   Without waiting for Luisa's reply, Helen moved over to the center of the
warehouse.  Once there, she kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning
her trench coat, signaling at the same time for Luisa to be brought to her.
Luisa's chains were immediately unlocked and she was brought to the center
of the warehouse by two of the hooded men.  By the time Luisa got there,
Helen was finished unbuttoning her trench coat and had already shrugged it
off her shoulders, revealing to the world she had absolutely nothing on
underneath.

   Luisa just gasped at the remarkable transformation of Helen's body.  Her
body was no longer soft and cuddly, but rather hard, and rippled now,
thanks to her year and a half of cat fighting and having to live a
primitive existence as well.  Helen was happy to note that her John's penis
immediately came to life as soon as he spotted his first wife's naked body,
and was still staring at her intently, with an ever hardening and twitching
cock.

   At first, Luisa was in awe of Helen's new physic.  But remembering how
she devastated and utterly humiliated the other woman, Luisa's confidence
started to build up, deluding herself into believing that she could easily
defeat the naked woman again.

   Thinking that it would give her a psychological advantage, Luisa
declined to fight Helen nude, but instead opted to battle her wearing form
fitting stretch jeans and a tight top, after she had removed her high
heeled shoes and jewelry.  Once the excess clothing were cleared away by
the hooded men, the two women stood ready to face each other in mortal
combat.

   Unlike in their first fight in the island, it was now Luisa who made the
first move and charged Helen.  Helen was able to sidestep Luisa's wild
charged, but before she could strike Luisa as she ran past, Luisa grabbed
back at Helen's hair and delivered a well timed head butt to Helen's
forehead causing the naked woman to go crashing to the floor.

   For about a second or two Helen could only see stars, which prevented
her from stopping Luisa from straddling her.  Once Luisa was squarely
ensconced on Helen's stomach, she began pummeling on Helen unmercifully in
a de ja vous of their previous encounter, and even managed to grab hold of
Helen's head with both hands, and repeatedly smash the back of her head
onto the hard concrete floor.

   By some miracle, Luisa's weight shifted just as she was about to deliver
the coup de grace on the already fading Helen.  This allowed Helen to now
free one of her hands from under Luisa which she proceeded to painfully
latch onto Luisa's breast through her shirt, and wrench it savagely to the
side.  Luisa howled incoherently at this nefarious assault and desperately
clutched at Helen's offending hand with two of her own, in a desperate
attempt to break off the assault.

   Helen voluntarily ceased her painful assault of Luisa's boob.  She
quickly scrambled out from beneath Luisa's boa constrictor legs and stood
tentatively on her feet, as she warily eyed her opponent kneeling on the
floor, nursing her injured breast.  Luisa looked up at Helen now with fear
in her eyes.  This was the first time she got hurt by Helen, and she
wondered just how strong and cagey a fighter Helen had become.

   Luisa's reverie came to an abrupt halt when Helen's foot lashed out at
her full flush on her chest.  This caused Luisa to topple down backwards
and bang her head hard on the floor.  Woozy to the blow to her head, Luisa
hung limply as Helen hauled her up by the hair, delivering two hard slaps
to Luisa's face as she got her to her unsteady feet.  Helen then took a
look at her husband once more and was pleased to see he still had a raging
hard on.  With a resolute look, she then started to strip Luisa of her
clothes.

   The two hard slaps given Luisa had revived her a bit.  When it became
apparent to her that Helen was about to divest her of her clothing, she
desperately fought back, trading kicks and punches with the other women,
and getting in a number of hard and well placed shots, which staggered
Helen at times.

   Despite the spirited fight being put up by Luisa, Helen's relentless
offense began to penetrate her soon crumbling defense.  She managed to rain
more and more telling blows against Luisa's head and abdomen, and was able
to remove Luisa's clothes piece by piece.

   At first she ripped Luisa's top off revealing the other woman's black
silk bra.  She then tore this off Luisa as well with one savage pull,
finally exposing to the world the other girls tits, which to her
satisfaction, showed signs of their earlier mauling.  Helen hesitated a bit
on how best to remove Luisa's tight pants.  She decided to do it the most
direct way, by gripping hard on both sides and without even unzipping, drag
the pants painfully down Luisa's long legs, taking her inconsequential
thong panties as well.

   Taking a good look at Luisa's naked body for the first time, Helen could
now understand how her husband could have fallen for her.  In fact, she too
was starting to feel some longing for the other naked woman, but quickly
squelched any stirrings in her loins, and concentrated at the task at hand.

   While Luisa was groveling on the ground in tears, Helen had her cohorts
build a fire at the center of the warehouse.  She also had them gather up
all of Luisa's torn clothes and hand them to her.  With Luisa's clothes in
hand, Helen then proceeded to stand by the fire where she called out to
Luisa.  When Helen saw Luisa's tearful eyes on her, she maliciously threw
all her clothes to the fire, including her shoes.  She had the same thing
done to John's clothing.  Of Luisa's jewelry, the ever practical Helen gave
them to her minions as an added bonus, but kept Luisa's wedding band for
her own, slipping it to her finger and finding it a perfect fit.

   With Luisa's ring in her hand, Helen menacingly approached the cowering
Luisa and lay her hands on her unkempt hair.  She then lashed out at the
other woman, sadistically replicating what the other woman did to her in
the island, blow by blow.

   At some point in Luisa's torture, her bladder broke and she started
peeing on herself.  With a look of disgust, Helen scrambled from atop Luisa
to avoid being splattered.  She then walked to one of the hooded men and
retrieved what could only be a strap on dildo of immense proportion. 
John's eyes bugged out at it's size, wondering whether Luisa's pussy would
be able to handle that monster.  Helen gave John a teasing smile as she
caught him staring at the dildo, which she then proceeded to strap on and
walk back to where Luisa lay, with that thing between her legs.

   When Helen got to Luisa, she immediately grabbed her by the hair and
forced her to get on all fours, facing the puddle of urine she had made
earlier.  Bringing Luisa's face down close to the piss covered floor, Helen
told her to start licking her mess off the floor, otherwise she would be
given the scourging of her life.  Beaten down to utter submission, Luisa
lowered her head in shame and started to lick.  John's cock continued to
engorge as he continued to eagerly watch Helen's total domination of Luisa.

   While Luisa was lapping up her own piss from the floor, Helen got behind
her and without warning, rammed the dildo straight up Luisa's ass, to the
hilt.  This caused Luisa to stop her licking and howl out in pain.  Helen
reacted by grabbing onto Luisa's hair, threatening her that she would not
stop her ass fucking unless she licks the floor clean.  Helen then started
to vigorously fuck Luisa's virgin ass.

   In great pain from her being fucked in the ass, Luisa scrambled on the
floor to lick up all vestiges of her urine.  When she was finally able to
get the floor spotless, she begged Helen to stop.  Once Helen saw that
Luisa had indeed cleaned up her mess, she pulled out of Luisa's ass and
jammed the filth covered dildo straight down Luisa's throat and started to
fuck her there too.  This caused Luisa to gag and vomit on the floor,
adding another disgusting coating on the dildo.  She mercifully also passed
out.

   Seeing that Luisa was now out cold, Helen now turned her attention to
her husband John.  Happy to see he still had a raging hard on, she got out
of the now dirty strap on and sauntered over to him in her sexiest sashay,
with the strap on in hand.  When she stood beside John, she again gave him
a chaste peck to the cheeks and started roaming her hands, and pressing
herself against his nude body, in an attempt to tease him to distraction.

   While Helen continued her seduction of John, her free hand sensuously
snaked down the whole length of his naked torso till it found itself
grasping his turgid cock.  She gave it a pull or two before stopping and
giving John the most innocent smile.  Frantic with desire, John tried to
break out of his chains as he begged his wife for release.  Helen just
continued smiling at John while she held up to him the strap on she had
used on Luisa, inviting him to partake of Luisa's filth.

   Horrified at what his wife wanted him to do, John adamantly refused and
clamped his mouth shut.  Not to be deterred, Helen proceeded to caress John
all over, keeping his lust at its peak.  She also masterfully jerked him
off, allowing him to build up to just before ejaculation, only to cruelly
stop and taper back down, again . . .  and again . . .  and again.

   Finally unable to stand the constant teasing any longer, John opened his
mouth a bit and allowed Helen to push the cruddy dildo past his lips.  John
almost wretched at the smell and taste of the dildo as it came into contact
with his lips.  Helen could not help but smile at the look of discomfort on
John's face as he tongued Luisa's filth from the dildo, prodded no doubt by
Helen's expert manipulation of his body.

   When Helen saw that John had the dildo all nice and clean, she threw it
down and with both hands now, worked on giving John his just reward.  As
John's body started to stiffen to signal his impending orgasm, Helen raised
his cock pointing up in the air, exposing his dangling balls.  Just as he
came in a mighty climax, Helen let go of his cock and gave John a brutal
knee to his scrotum, one, two, three, four and five times, hoping that she
had at least broken one or both of his balls.

   John's cry of pain was music to Helen's ears.  She cradled his head
tenderly with both hands, before she spit deep into his wide open mouth. 
She had him released from his chains and brought to where his unconscious
wife lay.  He was then made to lick up Luisa's vomit from the floor and had
his butt fucked by Helen with the same strap on dildo, before being made to
lick his own shit from it.  Helen then gave John over to the men she was
with for their pleasure.  She particularly liked the sight of her husband
being fucked by two men on both ends, and even applauded gaily as the two
men switched positions before coming all over his face.  Of course, John
was made to clean both men's cocks with his mouth.

   After John had serviced all four men in front of his aggrieved wife,
Helen put on her clothes and departed the warehouse with a most satisfied
look on her face.  She was never again about to see her errant husband and
his slut of a mistress/wife.

   Chapter VI:

   The next day all hell broke loose as Helen made a surprise appearance on
Fox News.  She related how her husband and his mistress planned to kill her
while on a cruise and willfully abandoned her naked on a deserted island.
She also narrated how she had to survive on her own for a year and a half
until she was rescued by these two marine biologists after a storm.

   The world was shocked at this new revelation.  After the tale of the
Austrian father who had kept his daughter imprisoned for 24 years and
siring seven children by her had hit the stands, no one had thought that a
more lurid tale would beat that.

   In a complete reversal of what happened a year and a half ago, both John
and Luisa Martin were now vilified and the object of a massive manhunt for
attempted murder, will full abandonment and perjury for giving false
testimony under oath, among others.  Unfortunately, they seemed to have
vanished from the face of the earth, although the authorities did catch all
of Luisa's siblings who were all given stiff sentences for their role in
Helen's being marooned on the island.  I heard they were constantly picked
on in prison by the other inmates and were all eventually killed in prison
riots.

   As for Helen, she continued to be hounded by the press and other media
personalities to shed more light on her ordeal.  She guested in Larry King
as well as in the O'Reily factor, and made all the talk show rounds as did
her errant husband and his mistress earlier.  She was even offered five
million euros by De Spiegel for an exclusive story, which she turned down
for a much higher offer from one of Rupert Murdoch's publications.  The
amount of the offer was never disclosed.

   There was also a movie deal in the making for her life story.  Both
Steven Spielberg and James Cameron signified keen interest to direct it,
but the job went to Quentin Tarrantino instead, on account of his kick ass
B- movie films.  Helen could not help stifle a chuckle as she tried to
imagine Uma Thurman playing her part, all naked.

   As Helen was signing the movie rights to her life, her mind began to
wander on how her detested husband and his wife were doing now.  After she
had left the warehouse, she had the two crated and shipped to a remote
island, where they were left on the shore, naked as she had been.  Off
course, the island would not be deserted at all, but was reputed to house a
tribe of cannibals.  Helen raised her glass in a secret toast to the two,
while everyone else was toasting to the success of the film.
Epilogue:
Helen started working for the company as soon as her life took on a
semblance of normalcy.  She was an industrious and hard-working, and
quickly showed she had the knack for business same as her father had.  She
was quickly promoted to Vice Chairman and Chief Operating Officer, and made
the stockholders happy by increasing company profit by more than fifty

percent.

   Every year Helen takes off on a two week vacation from the company. 
Speculation grew that she spent the two weeks holed up in some idyllic
mountain chalet in St.  Moritz with a bevy of boy toys at her beck and
call. What she actually does is secretly fly out to Australia in one of the
company jets, and get on the yacht her (late) husband bought with her
insurance money, and sail to a remote island along the Coral Sea.

   She then strips off all her clothes and swims to shore, where she allows
herself to be captured naked by a group of natives who carries her all hog
tied like a pig back to their village, now boasting of concrete bungalows
and other modern conveniences, to happily service whatever acts of
perversity the men and women want her to do.  She also gets to fight the
women during her stay there, winning her matches most of the time.

   I hear she still does this even till now.

   The End.