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   Helena Martin stepped off the plane with a huge smile on her face.  And,
why not, life has been very good to her lately.

   Flying first class, she had just landed in Ibiza for a fun weekend with
friends at her lover's palatial villa, were she expects him to announce
their forthcoming engagement, after exclusively dating for the past year.

   Her hoped to be fiancé, was the young, ruggedly handsome and extremely
wealthy Juan Antonio Rodriguez de Cuellar, a renowned financial genius, who
also happens to be the scion of one of the Spain's wealthiest families. 
Given his sophisticated bearing and impeccable social standing, Juan
Antonio Rodriguez de Cuellar had earned the name "El Conde" or "the Count",
from his numerous friends and admirers alike, and would indeed be the catch
of the century for any prospective bride.

   A few weeks back, Helena was alone in the bedroom of the Conde's
penthouse suite when she accidentally knocked over his brief case, spilling
its contents onto the floor.  As she frantically tried to put things in
order before the Conde came back from the shower, she noticed a Bulgari
ring box among the items that fell out of the brief case.

   Curious at what the box contained, Helena opened it and was amazed to
find the biggest and most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen. 
Mesmerized by its beauty, Helena took the ring out of its box.  As she held
it up to examine it against the light, she was almost blinded by the
sparkle of the gems and the glitter of its platinum setting.

   Not able to resist, Helena put the ring on and found, to her delight,
that it fit her finger perfectly.  After admiring the ring on her hand for
a couple of minutes, Helena reluctantly took it off, to study it even more
closely.

   When Helena read what was inscribed on the inside of the ring, her heart
suddenly stopped for a second, and began palpitating wildly.  For etched on
the inside of the ring were the words: " H.M. . .  Mi Amor. . .  J.A..". 
Which, to Helena could only mean, that the Conde really did love her, and
would be proposing to her really soon.

   Extremely happy at this development, Helena replaced the ring in its box
and returned it to the brief case, lest the Conde discover that she had
found him out.

   It was with extreme difficulty that Helena was able to overcome her
excitement and urge to smother the Conde with love, when he re-entered the
room.  She just managed to keep cool and collected around the count, and
act as if she was no more the wiser.  Their love making though that night
was the most passionate ever, to the pleasant surprise and utmost enjoyment
of the Count.

   After a few weeks had passed, Helena was getting impatient that the
Conde had not yet brought up the matter of the ring.  As she was about to
confront him about it, the Conde called her to his lap and while lovingly
running his fingers through her hair, told her he would be throwing a
little party in Ibiza this week end , where he hoped to make an
announcement.  Their lovemaking that followed was just as hot and torrid as
when Helena had found the ring.

   As arranged, Helena would make the trip to Ibiza alone and would meet up
with El Conde at his villa, where the party would be held.  The Conde had
an important meeting in Madrid to attend to first and would get to Ibiza on
his private jet with a few friends later than Helena.

   As Helena stood by the airport's carousel for her luggage, the smile
which had earlier adorned her pretty face slowly faded, as unbidden
memories of her past came to fore.

   You see, life had not always been so kind to Helena.

   Her parents both died in a car accident while she was young, and having
no known living relatives, she was raised by nuns in the convent.

   As Helena grew older, so did her beauty blossom.  From a gawky
pre-teener, Helena evolved into a beautiful raven haired young lady with
the angelic face of a Madonna but with a body even Helen of Troy would have
died for.  She stood around five feet six inches tall and simply oozed with
sex appeal.

   She was vivacious, vibrant and to be crude, sexy as hell.  Even in her
youth, she seemed to attract the attention of both men and women, some of
whose interest in her were not innocent at all.  This caused the Mother
Superior to once remark that Helena was simply not cut out for a cloistered
life, and must be therefore prepared for life outside the convent.  The
good sisters were able to arrange for Helena to take a secretarial course,
to enable her to seek gainful employment outside.

   After completing the course, Helena was able to find employment in one
of the leading banks of Madrid, no doubt aided by the glowing
recommendation written by the Mother Superior, in her behalf.  Not content
with remaining a lowly personal assistant to a low level bank officer,
Helena hit the books at night and managed to pass the exam for one of two
vacant positions as Accounts Officers of the bank.

   On her first day as an accounts officer, Helena met the other one who
passed.  Her name was Luisa Sevilla, an equally beautiful girl, who was
taller than Helena (she stood around five feet eight inches tall) but just
as `simpatica".  In fact were it not for the height difference, they could
have been mistaken for twins.

   The two immediately hit it off and became close friends.  From the first
day they met, the two were simply inseparable and helped each other with
their accounts.  After work, they would often go out and spend the night
sharing intimate tales about their lives.  During their outings Luisa would
sometimes talk about her fiancé Tony who was now in the United States for a
Masteral Degree.  Helena mostly talked about her money problems and how she
wishes to marry a millionaire to solve all of it.

   Both Helena and Luisa were equally good at their work.  When a higher
position suddenly became available, the Bank was really at a quandary which
of the two girls to promote.

   As it so happens, both girls wanted the promotion.  Helena, more so than
Luisa.  Being on her own and not having any money to begin with, Helena
really needed the extra income the higher position would provide.  Luisa on
the other hand, being from a rather well off family, really didn't need the
money, but wanted the job though to add to her resume.

   When the girls got wind that they were the ones being considered for the
promotion, On the surface, they both made it appear that the new job wasn't
all that important to them, and tongue in cheek even wished each other
luck.

   Despite her friendship to Luisa, Helena tried everything, and I mean
everything, to get the job.  However, when one of the managers intimated to
her while they were both in bed, that Luisa had the inside track for the
promotion, she got desperate and did a very nasty and mean act.

   At about that time, Luisa was being sexually harassed by one of the
bank's senior officers who, just so happens to be married to the daughter
of the bank's Chairman.  After being incessantly badgered by the lecherous
lothario, Luisa finally gave in and agreed to go out on a dinner date with
him at the hotel suite he always books for occasions such as this.  She
told Helena all the details of her date in order to let her know where she
was, thinking that as a very dear friend, she would not tell a single soul
about it.  How wrong she was.

   After being told by Luisa of the details of her date with the senior
officer, Helena made an anonymous phone call to his wife, informing her of
husband's assignation with a beautiful young lady this evening and divulged
to her exactly, the where and when the rendezvous would take place.

   As Helena expected, the Chairman's daughter immediately stormed the
hotel where the supposed lovebirds would be having their fun, What she
didn't expect, however, was that she made the assault with a battalion of
paparazzi hoping to catch her husband and the slut he was with, in
flagrante delicto.

   After having the door to the room broke open, the Chairman's daughter
barged in just in time to witness Luisa stepping out of the bathroom
wearing just the hotel's guest robe, while her husband was lying in the
bed, presumably naked under the sheets.  That was the scene likewise
captured by the dozen or so paparazzi vultures who accompanied her, which
made its way to all national and local dailies and tabloids, and even
internationally, through CNN and the BBC.

   (n.b.  Although the adage "a picture is worth a thousand words" may be
true, things were really not what it would seem in this case.  Luisa had no
intention of sleeping with, or of even performing any sexual act with the
senior bank officer.  For the whole evening she had been able to
successfully fight off any and all advances he made till he finally
conceded defeat.  However, when he proposed a toast to the only girl who
had supposedly successfully kept her virtue intact from him; he somehow
"accidentally" spilled his drink all over her one piece dress.  Because of
this, Luisa had to remove her ruined dress and slip into the hotel robe
while she washes the stain out, not knowing that the devious lech had
stripped completely naked and got under the sheets, in an underhanded bid
to get her to bed.)

   What got worse for Luisa, was that the chairman's daughter peremptorily
attacked her without warning and managed to whisk the robe away from the
surprised young lady.  This Pearl Harbor attack caused her utter lack of
underwear to be exposed to the whole world (She had to take both her bra
and panties off as well, since the wine had seeped through her chiffon
dress), thanks once more to the pack of paparazzi hyenas present.

   (Fortunately for Luisa what appeared in the syndicated news networks as
well as the major broadsheets were images of her with her private parts
pixilated.  However, when it came to the tabloids, no such concession was
allowed her, as she appeared on the front pages, in all her naked glory. 
Thank goodness most had gotten her name wrong and simply referred to her as
"La Mysteriosa Mujer".  Although one particularly trashy tabloid did have
her completely nude body prominently on display in its front page with her
face clearly visible, and with the caption "Srta.  Luisa Sevilla, La Puta
Otro No?" [whore or not])

   In all fairness to Helena, she did not expect nor intended for things to
get so out of hand.  All she only wanted was to knock Luisa from the
running so as to get that promotion.  Like how would she know that the
outraged wife would be such a harridan as to publicly humiliate her
husband's supposed paramour in front of the world wide media.

   As a result of the media frenzy brought about by this sordid affair, and
the fact that countless nude photos and video clips of a very naked Luisa,
were circulating in the internet as well as the cellular phones of most of
the bank's employees, the bank had to let Luisa go.  The bank had to come
up with such drastic action, not only to protect its image, but did so upon
the insistence of the Chairman's daughter, who by the way had forgiven her
errant husband and they were now on their umpteenth honeymoon, but would
never forgive the shameless hussy who had tried to take her loving husband
away from her.

   Needless to say, Helena got the promotion.

   Helena tried to get in touch with Luisa to console her for what had
happened to her, but her friend seemed to have disappeared from the face of
the earth.  After slinking away from the office with all her stuff, Luisa
moved out of her apartment without any forwarding address.  She simply
vanished from the face of the earth.  After a few days, Helena stopped
trying to look for Luisa, as she settled in to the rigors of her new
job,and simply all but forgotten about her.

   With the departure of Luisa, Helena inherited most of her accounts.  She
diligently poured herself into her work and pretty soon, she slowly but
surely made her way up the corporate ladder.

   Much to Helena's delight, among clients she inherited from Luisa was the
Conde.  At first, everything was just business between them, but her
constant flirting managed to catch his eye and they began dating.  After
being together for about a year, Helena fervently hoped their relationship
would move on to the next stage, as the Conde was the answer to all her
dreams.

   The smile returned to Helena's face when she saw the chauffer driven
Rolls Royce awaiting her.  She could not help but fall in love with the
beauty of this idyllic Balieric isle as they made their way to the Conde's
Villa.

   When they got to the Conde's Villa, Helena could not help but marvel and
be in awe of the grandeur of the Conde's palatial home away from home.  She
could not suppress the thought that someday, this palace would soon be hers
and she would imperiously rule over it, like a queen.

   Helena was met at the door by a tall, ravishingly beautiful and
voluptuous blond woman.  After a brief introduction, Helena learned that
her name was Annika, that she was Swedish and that she looks after the
villa while the Conde is away.  She was casually attired in a tight floral
print sundress, which was not your typical housekeeper's uniform.  ( Helena
made a mental note to get rid of her as soon as the Conde and her get
married, as it really would not do to have such delicious eye candy readily
available for her dear husband"s Viewing and other pleasures)

   Before she had a uniformed servant take Helena's bags to her rooms,
Annika handed over a folded piece of paper to Helena.  When Helena opened
the paper, she saw that it was a letter from the Conde, telling her that he
had something for her in the room , and would she please wear it to the
party.

   Thinking that at it must surely be the ring, Helena hurried after Annika
and the servant.  When she got to her suite, Helena looked all over for the
Bulgari box, but it was not there.  What instead caught her eye was the
smallest and most indecent string bikini she had ever seen, lying on top of
the bed.

   Helena could only shake her head in disappointment and disbelief.

   For all the veneer of sophistication the Conde exuded, he had this
childish quirk of wanting to see Helena put in rather compromising
situations that would definitely prove embarrassing to her.  Once, he
suddenly called a staff meeting at his penthouse suite one night without
telling Helena and she was caught by all his associates wearing only a
sheer, almost see-through nightie.  Another time, he invited her to the
country club for a swimming party, but when she got there and had already
changed into her bikini, none of the other guests were even remotely in
suits, and she had to spend the whole of the party entertaining the guests
clad only in her bikini, and she was the only one at that.  There were
more, much more.

   Helena found herself deeply embarrassed whenever the count played his
little pranks on her.  However, despite all the humiliation she was forced
to undergo, Helena tolerated the count's perverse delight in her
degradation, since she did not want to lose him and gave in to all his
"requests".  Looking forlornly at the bikini, Helena wondered whether this
was another prank El Conde was playing on her.

   Helena's musings were cut short when Annika, informed her that the Conde
was now on line and would like to speak to her.  She was made to face the
room's gigantic plasma screen on the wall, when all of a sudden the Conde's
smiling face appeared.  He was seated at his desk smiling at the image of
Helena appearing in his monitor.

   "Hola Helena, how was your trip, mi amor?" He cheerfully said.

   "Muy bien, mi Conde, the trip was fine.  About the. . ."

   Before Helena could say another word, the Count interrupted her.

   "Si, it is beautiful no?  You will look ravishing in it.  I will be the
envy of every man and every woman there will be jealous of you."

   "But don't you think that it's a little too revealing to wear at the
Party?" Helena tried to reason.

   "So, what if it is, I'm sure you will be smashing in it."

   As Helena was about to plead her case further, the Conde put an end to
all further discussion " Basta mi amor, I would love to see you in that
suit for the party."

   The Conde having spoken, Helena could just nod her head in resignation.
Nobody could say no to the Conde.  Whatever he wanted he got it.

   After dispatching the matter of Helena's wardrobe for the party, the
Conde turned his attention to Annika and inquired about the party's
arrangement.  After Annika told him that everything was arranged as he
instructed, the count turned his attention back to Helena and apologized to
her for his absence.  He told her to just enjoy the villa on her own for a
while, and why not break in the suit and grab some sun, to ensure an all
over tan.  Although said jokingly, Helena knew this was more of an order
than a request.  With that, the tele-conferrencing ended.

   Annika made her exit to allow Helena some privacy as she tries on her
suit.  She told Helena to come down for lunch whenever she was ready,
before she gets her tan.

   Left alone in the room, Helena spent long minutes just staring blankly
at the bikini.

   Upon close examination, the bikini appeared to be indecently small even
by Ibiza standards.  Although not exactly a micro-kini, which only offered
coverings for the areoles and vaginal slit, this bikini was just as bad and
scandalous.

   It had no lining whatsoever and would surely turn transparent at the
first sign of water.  Its two triangles for the top were so small that they
would only be able to cover the front of Helena's breasts but not the
sides. Likewise for the bottom, its front triangle would only just about
cover Helena's slit, leaving the rest of her crotch exposed.  (It's a good
thing Helena had the foresight to get a full bikini wax before she left.)
As for the back, it came just short of a g-string, and consisted of a very
thin strip of cloth running between the cheeks of her ass, leaving both
globules fully exposed.

   Seeing as there was no way out, that is if she still wanted the chance
to be the future "la condesa", Helena stripped herself of all her clothes
and proceeded to put on the suit.

   If the bikini looked intimidating just lying spread out on the bed, on
Helena it was simply devastating.

   Skimpy beyond belief and about two sizes smaller, the suit was taught
against Helena's skin and seemed to highlight more the naked flesh around
it, rather than serve as a covering for what lay beneath.  As suspected,
the two triangles that formed the top merely covered about a fourth of
Helena's breasts, leaving the rest exposed.  As for the bottom, the front
managed to just about cover her slit, but the back offered no covering
whatsoever, as the strip of cloth there found itself firmly lodged in
between the cheeks of her ass.  It's a good thing for Helena that the Conde
has her sunbathe in the nude, otherwise she would have very revealing tan
lines on show.  (Oh yes, there was a time Helena was sunbathing in the
patio of the Conde's penthouse when he suddenly stepped out with a bunch of
workmen, knowing very well Helena would be there.  It took all of Helena's
will power to keep her eyes shut and pretend she was sleeping as the
workmen tried to go about their work while trying to avoid ogling her with
lustful eyes, at the same time.  )

   Modeling the bikini in front of the mirror Helena could not help but
feel both pride and shame at how she looked.  Deciding to provide herself
with a little more dignity, Helena put on a pair of open toed high heeled
sandals and her long white silk robe, which she often used as a cover up
when sunbathing .  She belted the robe firmly around her, effectively
covering up from neck to toe.  Later at the party, she could simply un-belt
it and allow the robe to drape on her shoulders, to still be in compliance
with the Conde's wish that she expose herself in the bikini later at the
party.  Helena could not help but smile at her cleverness.

   After doing a last minute check of her appearance, Helena left the room
looking for Annika.  She dispensed with wearing any jewelry or other
accessories on her, as she wanted the attention of everyone to be directed
at the ring on her finger, when the Conde gives it to her this evening. 
Helena found Annika at the huge banquet hall were a buffet lunch was set.
Helena felt Annika appraising her from head to toe with a disapproving look
as she approached, but this was quickly dispelled when the tall Swede gave
her a warm smile and complimented her on how beautiful she looked.

   Despite the number of gastronomic delights laid out before them, Both
Helena and Anneka just had a simple salad and cheese for lunch.  They did
have wine to go with it, which they had a lot more of than the food.

   During lunch Helena tried to pry Annika for some details about the
party. She, however, remained tight lipped and always answered that "it's a
surprise" with a smile on her face.  Otherwise, the lunch went very well
with the girls happily chatting it up and exchanging gossip, that Helena
started reconsidering her future plan of getting rid of Annika.

   After the girls had eaten their fill and declined any dessert, Annika
led Helena to the veranda to get some sun.  As Annika opened the double
glass doors leading out to it, Helena saw that the veranda was huge and
offered a panoramic view of the ocean.  It could accommodate a full party
load of guests for dancing under the stars, together with the full
orchestra as well.  At the moment the veranda was empty except for two
chaise lounges and, and in between, a glass round table with an umbrella on
top.

   Annika offered to rub oil on Helena as soon as they got to the loungers.
Feeling quite relaxed after their repast, Helena nodded her head and took
of her robe, finally exposing herself in the bikini to the other girl for
the first time.  Annika took a sudden intake of breath at the delicious
sight of Helena's all but naked body.  It's a good thing she was wearing
real dark Chanel sunglasses, which allowed her to openly stare at Helena
with hunger and longing in her eyes, without the other girl knowing.

   Annikas hands trembled slightly as she lovingly slathered the oil all
over Helena's naked flesh.  Once she had Helena thickly coated all over,
she led her to one of the lounges and helped remove her sandals before
laying her down on her back.

   After applying some oil on the soles of Helena's feet, Annika asked her
if she would like a little massage.  Being light headed from the heat of
the sun and the fullness of her belly, Helena could just manage to purr out
her assent.  She drowsed off to sleep with Annika's magical fingers rubbing
her all over.

   The sun was much lower in the horizon when Helena was shaken awake. 
Still a bit groggy from her slumber it took a while for Helena to register
Annika's smiling down on her, telling her to wake up as the party was
starting.

   Returning Annika's smile, Helena slowly sat up and stretched her arms up
to loosen her muscles.  It was then that Helena noticed that there was
another girl with Annika also smiling at her.  She smiled back.

   Feeling a bit grungy and sweaty from all the excess oil lathered onto
her and from being out under the sun, Helena said she had better take a
shower first before she joins the party.  However, when she looked around
for her robe, it was nowhere in sight.  When she asked Annika where it was,
the beautiful Swede just laughed and told her that she had put Helen's robe
and shoes away, since she was sure the Conde would not like the look he
planned for her ruined.

   Annika then told Helena that she had no time for a shower since the
Conde was expecting her already.  Annika then took hold of both of Helena's
arms and pulled her up from the lounger.  Once Helena was on her feet, the
other girl with Annika took hold of one of Helena's hands and she was
marched in between the two women towards the party..

   As she was being pulled along between the two girls, Helena noticed for
the first time that Annika had apparently changed for the party.  Like the
girl with her, Annika was in some sort of sailing outfit complete with wind
breaker and top sider shoes.  When asked why she was dressed so, Annika
told her that the theme of the party involved sailing or yachting, so
everybody would come dressed accordingly.  She also revealed to Helena,
that in her case, the Conde wanted her to come as a sunbather, body all
sweaty and glistening with oil, which surely would make her the toast of
the party.

   While being so led, Helena could not help but notice the difference in
sound the slip-slapping of her bare feet made on the cold granite floors,
as compared to the squeaks of the other girl's rubber soled shoes.  She
could also not help but pray there would be others dressed in swimsuits
too, so she would not be the only one feeling undressed and out of place.

   Alas, it was not to be.

   To Helena's utter dismay none of the other guests were even remotely in
swimsuits.  In fact as she scanned the twenty five guests scattered around
the huge ball room, comprising of ten men and fifteen women, every one of
them were stylishly garbed from neck to foot, in the latest of nautical
fashion.  Helena could not help but despair at how inappropriately
(un)dressed she was as she was escorted into the room.

   Helena was in a daze as she was being circulated around the room to meet
the guests.  She recognized most of the men as friends and associates of
the Conde and kept her eyes downcast in shame, as she tried to avoid any
eye contact with them whatsoever.  She did feel their ravenous and lust
filled stares roving all over her all but nude body, which made her
involuntarily cringe as she made her rounds.

   As for the fifteen women in attendance, she recognized some of them as
the girlfriends of some of the men present, while the rest were all
strangers to her.  To a woman though, except possibly for Annika, none of
the other women appeared even remotely friendly towards Helena.  Some
acknowledged and eyed her indifference when introduced; while most of them
just stared back at her in silence with a most distasteful and utterly
contemptuous look on their face.

   Helena finally caught sight of the Conde standing at the far side of the
room, talking to a slender brunette dressed all in black, whose back was
turned.  He was wearing his commodore outfit, complete with admiral's cap.
Before Helena could call out to the Conde, he fixed her with a smile and
signaled over to Annika to bring her over.

   With her heart fluttering at the sight of her man so virile and handsome
standing so close by, Helena was just about to break free from her escorts
and rush pell-mell over to his waiting arms when the Conde did the must
unexpected thing.  He leaned towards the woman he was talking to and gave
her a long and lingering kiss on the lips.

   Taken aback by the Conde was doing, Helena stopped on her tracks and
stared at him in disbelief.  She had to be virtually dragged the next few
feet before she finally stood before the Conde and the woman he was
kissing. The Conde looked at her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, as
he broke the kiss to whisper something in the other woman's ear.

   As the room grew silent in anticipation, the woman in black slowly
turned around to face Helena.

   "Hola, Helena its been quite a while, si?  " The woman in black said to
Helena with the phoniest of smiles.  " I hope you still remember me,
because I have never forgotten about you in all these years."

   If Helena was shocked to silence after seeing her lover kiss another
woman, she was now petrified with fear upon realizing who the other woman
was.

   "Luisa?" . . .Helena tentatively whispered, desperately hoping that she
was mistaken.

   "Si." Luisa answered back.  "I am Luisa, your former colleague and best
friend. . .  The girl whose confidence you broke all those years before. .
. The girl whose life you screwed over for the sake of a promotion."

   Helena just hung her head in shame as a litany of her sins were being
thrown to her face by the aggrieved party.  She tried to block off all of
Luisa's righteous indignation from her consciousness, that Helena almost
did not get the last of Luisa's admonition.

   "The girl whose lover you tried to steal". . .

   Caught by surprise by Luisa's last statement, Helena looked up to her to
protest her innocence.  However, before she could even open her mouth,
Luisa threw her drink at Helena's face, catching her mostly in the eyes.

   Temporarily blinded by the sting to her eyes, Helena failed to see Luisa
charge at her and grab onto her hair with both her hands.

   "Hija de puta!!!" Luisa screamed.  "I'll teach you for messing up my
life." Luisa continued as she savagely yanked on Helena's hair, shaking her
brains thoroughly.

   Despite having had her hands released as soon as Luisa's drink was
thrown to her face, Helena did little to protect herself as her hands flew
up to try and break Luisa's hold on her hair, to no avail.  It was only
then that Helena tried mounting an offensive of her own by latching onto
Luisa's hair also and a hair pulling match began.

   Meanwhile, the crowd gathered around the combatants to get a better view
of the fight.  Everyone cheered as the woman in the black hoodie and tight
long blackpants gave a vicious tug to the other woman's hair.  While
everyone jeered as the woman in the bikini screamed out in pain.  From the
crowd's reaction you could very well tell that everybody was rooting for
Luisa and none at all were for Helena.

   The girls got their feet entangled while pulling at each other's hair,
causing them to both fall to the ground.  This did not, however, cause them
to lose their grips on the other's hair as they continued to battle, while
rolling all over the floor.

   At one point in the fight, Luisa found herself lying on top of Helena.
She was able to extricate one of her hands from the other's hair and used
it to slap, punch or otherwise beat the other girl all over her head and
face.  Helena could only scream with pain at this new assault, as her plea
for the Conde to save her seems to have fallen on deaf ears.  In fact, the
Conde was immensely enjoying the match and would not have, or allowed any
one else to interfere.

   Due to the beating she was getting Helena was forced to let go of
Luisa's hair and tried to use both her hands to cover up with.  This
allowed Luisa to now straddle her clearly outclassed opponent, in a school
girl pin , and pitilessly beat down on Helena with both fists blazing, to
the raucous cheers of the appreciative audience.  The Conde included.

   Luisa had Helena helpless and in tears when she decided to humiliate her
further.  With a most evil smile, Luisa ripped off Helena's bikini top.  As
Helena's naked breasts were unceremoniously exposed to the world, the room
filled to a cacophony of cruel taunts and shrill wolf whistles, as the
crowd feasted on Helena's once hidden delights.

   This encouraged Luisa to pay special attention to Helena's breasts and
she spent the next ten minutes or so principally attacking them.  She
sadistically pinched them all over and pulled and twisted on each nipple as
far as they would go.  She slapped them to and fro, making them look like a
pendulum.  And, she even used them as punching bags, alternatively driving
her fists into them.

   As a result of all this special attention, Helena was reduced to a
sweaty lump of quivering flesh begging and crying for mercy.  This was not
to be.

   Getting a bit bored of the torture she was inflicting, Luisa came up
with an idea which she thought would be so much fun.  She grabbed Helena by
her hair with one hand and painfully dragged her to her feet by the hair.
She thereupon got behind Helena and put her in a full nelson.  Once she had
the poor woman's nakedness helplessly put on display, that is except for
her remaining bikini bottoms, Luisa led Helena towards the encircling
audience, inviting them all to join in the fun.  They all obliged.

   Of the two sexes, It was the women in the group who proved the most
brutal.  While the men mostly contented themselves in twisting Helena's
tits a bit, the women went way beyond.  Like sharks on a feeding frenzy,
the women attacked Helena as a group, slapping and punching her all over
her face and upper body.  Some even latched their claws on to her swollen
breasts and sadistically dug into their soft flesh.  It was a miracle that
Luisa was able to keep her hold on Helena who all the while was yelping out
in pain and begging for mercy.

   " AAYIEE. . .ENOUGH PLEASE !  !  ! . . .  NO MORE POR FAVOR!  !  !"

   Unfortunately for the poor Helena, the more strident her please for
mercy grew, the more rabid the women became in torturing her helpless body.

   After a minute of having the women enjoy Helena's company, Luisa moved
her along to come face to face with the Conde, who was calmly sitting on a
chair.  Helena was fervently pleading with him for help as she was being
presented to him, but instead of saving his paramour, the Conde eyed her
with a wry smile and tweaked both her nipples.

   Although what the Conde did was not the most painful of punishment she
received by far, to Helena this was the cruelest blow yet, since it was
dealt by the man she loved.  She just broke down and cried as she was led
away, but not before she was made to witness the Conde's face break into a
huge grin when he saw her tears start to flow.

   After her stint with the Conde, Helena was then brought back before
Annika.  Luisa said something to her in Swedish and the tall beautiful
blond woman sexily sashayed over towards Helena.

   When she was face to face with Helena, she gently put her hands on her
and started to massage away the pain from her aching flesh.  She also
planted little kisses on Helena's lips and neck while running her hands all
over her naked flesh.

   As the all but naked Helena stood sandwiched between the two fully
clothed women, her traitorous body slowly began to respond to Annika's
expert ministrations.  She gave out an involuntary moan when the beautiful
Swede deeply kissed her on the neck, and her hips started to undulate as
the circles Annika's probing fingers were making were getting closer and
closer to her crotch.

   When Annika's hand reached its destination, she gently massaged Helena's
pussy through the cloth of her bikini bottoms, before suddenly wrenching
the last remaining covering Helena had on her body.  Helena was now utterly
and totally naked.  This however did not elicit the usual raucous reaction
from the crowd, who just stood there in silence, absolutely mesmerized by
the show taking place before them.

   After she had bared Helena nude, Annika contemptuously discarded what
remained of Helena's bottoms, and started caressing the other woman's
glistening slit.  At this point Luisa let go of Helena and stepped back,
leaving the now compliant nude to the expert and loving hands of Annika.

   Annika helped Helena to the floor and started kissing and loving her all
over.  She stuck a finger into her pussy and rhythmically sawed it in and
out, causing the naked woman to purr out in ecstasy.  Once she had the
other woman going, Annika added more and more fingers into Helena.  She had
already gotten four into her and was just about to add a fifth, planning to
fist the naked beauty beneath her, when Helena came to an explosive climax.

   While Helena was being made to cumm in public, Luisa went over to the
Conde and asked something from him.  He readily agreed and removed his
belt, handing it over to Luisa.  It was an Armani belt and it was a gift
from Helena.  Menacingly, Luisa approached the bucking naked form of Helena
on the floor who, was just on the verge of cumming.

   As soon as Helena started cumming, Luisa brought the belt down hard on
Helena's breasts.  Helena's eyes batted wide open in shock and pain at this
new assault, as Luisa rained blow after blow on her with the belt, intent
on denying the naked woman the afterglow of her climax.

   As soon as Luisa resumed her attack, the crowd erupted back to life as
they cheered on Luisa as she continued to whip Helena with the belt. 
Annika meanwhile busied herself wiping her hands with the remnants of
Helena's bikini.

   Helena tried scampering away to escape Luisa's wrath but the crowd just
got in her way.  She got tripped by one of the women, and fell down
allowing Luisa to catch her and flog and kick her all over without mercy.
Unable to escape the punishment meted to her, Helena got into a fetal
position, and remained that way until she mercifully passed out from the
pain.

   When Helena came to, she found Luisa seated on a chair in front of her
with her legs demurely crossed.  Seeing that Helena had finally awoken,
Luisa straightened up and imperiously addressed her.

   "So, you are awake, cono.  Are you ready to do all that I say?  Or would
you prefer some more of this?" Luisa raised the belt she had earlier used
to chastise Helena with, which the other woman immediately recognized as
her gift to the Conde.

   In total fear, Helena immediately agreed to do whatever Luisa said.  She
also stole a glance towards the Conde and looked with sadness as he looked
back at her with the widest grin ever.

   "Bueno" Luisa said and she motioned for Annika over.

   Annika brought with her a stack of papers which she then dropped on the
floor beside Helena.  Helena was then told to sign them, and did so without
even bothering to read them when a pen was handed to her.  Wiping away her
tears with her left hand, she used her right to busily write out her
signature.

   When the papers were all signed and were taken away by Annika, Luisa
commanded Helena to get up on her knees and sit back on her crossed feet.
She had a tale to tell and wanted Helena's full attention.

   To Helena's mounting discomfort, Luisa told her that she had found a way
of embezzling billions of pesetas from Helena's bank, but the papers she
had signed would point to Helena as the culprit.  The money of course would
end up in Luisa's secret Swiss account as compensation for the humiliation
she underwent at the hands of the bank Chairman's daughter .

   "Of course," Luisa chillingly added matter of factly "the Chairman would
have to resign in disgrace for such huge a loss, and most likely shoot
himself."

   Luisa also told Helena that she had just signed over authorities
allowing the closing of all her accounts as well as the selling off of all
her possessions, the proceeds of which would again find itself in Luisa's
account, again as recompense, this time for Helena's crimes against her.

   "So you see chika, after today, you have nothing. . .  nada. . .  all
you have will be mine now. . .  and soon, you will not even own the clothes
on your back." Luisa evilly gloated at the naked woman cowering at her
feet. Helena could only look back up at her, in horror and despair.

   After allowing Helena time to digest the direness of her future, Luisa
called out to her to lay on her lap.  Like a zombie, the naked woman
crawled towards the clothed Luisa and settled herself gingerly on her lap,
with her hands and legs outstretched on opposite sides of Luisa, and with
her ass the highest part of her body.

   Everybody was expecting Luisa to give Helena's ass a well deserved
spanking.  However, instead of an immediate spanking, the expectant
audience watched as Luisa merely playfully rubbed Helena's ass, while the
Conde made his way towards them.

   When the Conde stood before them, he gave both women his most dazzling
smile.  He then genuflected and took out what appeared to be a Bulgari ring
box and presented the ring not to Helena, but to Luisa, together with a
proposal for marriage.

   "NO . . .  El Conde. .  NO. . .  WHY ARE YOU GIVING HER MY RING!  !  !"
Helena cried out in dismay.

   This elicited a sharp and loud slap on her ass from Luisa, which echoed
through the silent room.

   "Your ring?  What makes you think the Conde would ever give a low class
puta like you a ring, cono?" Luisa asked.

   "But the ring has my initials H.M.  engraved at the back!" Helena
insisted.

   "Ah, the initials H.M.  You thought them to mean Helena Martin, did you
not pendeja?  For your information my full name is Helois Margaux Lavalin y
Sevilla.  My father was French and I stopped using my full name when he
divorced my mother and returned to France.  I hispanized my name and
adopted my mother's surname as my own, so I became Luisa Sevilla.  " Luisa
explained.

   "However, my boyfriend Tony, insists on calling me Helois, saying it
sounds more classy.  So you see puta the initials H.M.  does not refer to
you at all.  They stand for Helois Margaux and the J.A refers my boyfriend
Tony, Juan Antonio."

   As tears overflowed from Helena's eyes, El Conde lovingly put the ring
on Helois's finger.  It was a perfect fit.  With the ring now snug in her
finger Helois started wailing at Helena's naked ass.

   Blow after blow Luisa's be-ringed hand landed on Helena's doomed
posterior, as she kicked her feet helplessly in the air and wiggled her
butt around, to try and escape the cruel blows administered to her..  Her
boobs too were bobbing about obscenely on the other side, as Helena cried
out, not only in pain, but in sorrow as well.  for her lost love.  The
crowd mercilessly jeered Helena as she cried out and even began clapping
and counting along the number of spanks she had received so far.

   Finally after around fifty hard spanks which turned Helena's bronzed ass
red as a beet, Luisa pushed her from her lap down to the floor where she
allowed the bawling Helena to cry her heart out for her misfortune.

   When Helena was able to compose herself, she found the room empty except
for Annika and three other women.  When Annika saw Helena was no longer in
hysterics, she grabbed Helena by the hair and pulled her to her feet.  She
thereupon promptly marched the naked woman out of the room from behind,
with the three other girls strolling behind, enjoying the view of Helena's
naked red ass as it swished from left to right.

   Annika led Helena up to her room, where she was told to repack. 
Thinking that her ordeal was finally over and that she would be allowed to
leave, Helena quickly repacked all her stuff, except for the outfit she
would wear during her departure.  However, when Annika told her to pack
them as well, a sinking feeling started to come over Helena, that her
travails would not be over yet.

   Having packed everything, Helena was told to carry all her bags down. 
The four girls with her offered to help out by carrying Helena's small
shoulder bag, leaving Helena the two big luggage to manage on her own.

   Helena just managed to lug around her bags, helped no doubt by the
incessant prodding of her four escorts, one of whom was overly burdened
with her shoulder bag.  However, instead of showing her to the front door,
she was led to the back of the villa to an open air mini Greek
mini-amphitheater, complete with tiered marble seats arranged in a
semi-circle.  There she found the rest of the party goers comfortably
seated with Helois and the Conde, in the place of honor.  There was a
bonfire roaring in the middle of the stage.

   When Helena came into view she was told by Helois to get on all fours in
front of her like a dog.  She was told, that since the money that would be
raised from the sale of her property would not be enough to compensate for
what Helois underwent, she would now have to auction off all her personal
stuff, with the money of course going to Helois.

   Helois also told her that should anything remains unsold, it would
immediately go to the fire.  With no other choice available, Helena just
weakly nodded her head in assent.

   The auction of Helena's clothes was quite lively and festive.  The
bidders particularly enjoyed having the naked Helena pick up items of her
clothing one at a time for display, only to have them either handed over to
its new owner, or burned to a crisp, lost forever in the fire.

   There were spirited bids on Helena's jewelry and some of her clothes and
shoes, the winning bids, more often than not, were mere pittances of what
they were actually worth.  The vast majority of Helena's clothes made its
way to the fire, though since the bidders seemed to enjoy the look of
anguish on Helena's face every time she was made to burn her clothing on
her own.

   Finally after the last item in her luggage, as well as the bags
themselves were either sold or thrown to the fire, leaving Helena nothing
whatsoever to wear for her journey home, the Conde signaled to one of his
uniformed servants.  A number of them came out bearing more bags which they
placed beside the naked Helena, opened.

   Looking inside the bags, Helena found all her personal belongings in the
world, every piece of clothing, shoes and accessories she owned, her photo
albums and diary, her personal memorabilia, in fact everything she owned
were in those bags.

   When Helena gave Helois a puzzled look, the other woman smugly told her
that she had had all of Helena's stuff gathered and brought here.  She then
asked the party guests whether they would like to bid on this lot or have
Helena just throw them to the fire.  It was unanimous, everyone wanted them
consigned to the fire and eagerly awaited Helena to do so.

   When she hesitated a bit, Helena was immediately threatened with the
belt.  Again, faced with no other choice, Helena got on with the task of
destroying everything she owned, truly leaving her with absolutely nothing,
not even the clothes off her back.

   When Helena was done with the destruction, Helois once again ordered her
to her knees.  Once Helena got into position, Helois told her that now they
were even and that she may go.  Helois then asked Annika to escort the
naked Helena out.

   Realizing that she was about to be thrown out naked to the world, framed
for a monumental crime she did not even commit and without a thing in the
world to call her own, Helena did the only option available to her.  She
groveled at Helois's feet, piteously begging for her to stay.  Helena even
offered herself as a slave, so long as she be allowed to remain.

   From Helois's stoic appearance you would not believe, that inside she
was ecstatic and quite excited at this development.  Now she had the bitch
were she wanted her, and would surely have her pay for all the
embarrassment she had to undergo.  (Helois was so traumatized at having her
nakedness appear in the media, she had to undergo therapy for about a year,
just to come to terms with it.)

   Helois made Helena fervently beg some more before she agreed to Helena's
serviture.  Rather than have a document drawn up (which would be illegal
any way) Helena's terms of indenture were dictated to her by her new
mistress, as she prostrated herself before her.  Helena qas then made to
seal the compact by having Helena lick Helois's shoes all over, including
the soles.

   Also, to remind the new slave of her new station in life, Helois had the
Conde pull out a cheap ring box from his pocket.  Inside was a cheap copper
band which Helois jammed in Helena's ring finger, sarcastically telling her
that this is the ring she deserves and the only piece of clothing she will
ever wear from now on.  Helena broke into tears as she read what was
inscribed on the ring.

   What followed next was a night of pure orgiastic debauchery for the new
slave.  After everybody returned to the ball room, El Conde and Helois made
her a gift to the rest of the party goers.  To do with as they please.

   To start off, she was given over to the nine men.  She was g to the nine
men at the party to fuck with as they please.  She was fucked singly, in
pairs or in any other combination.  Once she had to do all five men at
once, one each in her mouth, pussy and ass, while two were being given hand
jobs.

   None of her holes were left un-violated by the sex hungry men who were
greatly aroused by the endless humiliation Helena had been forced to
undergo, thus far.  The men ended their abuse of Helena by giving her a
bukkake shower, with all the nine of them stood in a circle around the
kneeling Helena, and bathed her with all their semen all over her face and
hair.

   Following the men,, it was the women's turn to amuse themselves with
Helena.  They had Helena eat each and every one of them out while she was
being fucked by a wine bottle at the same time.  Round and round Helena
went licking the pussies of every woman at the party, almost gagging as
female cum flooded her tongue.  After Helena was able to complete her task,
Annika approached her and, and with a smile, told her that it was now time
for her reward.  However, instead of the gentle caresses Annika had
dispensed with earlier, she took a second wine bottle and fucked Helena in
the ass with it, at the same time her pussy was being fucked by another
wine bottle.

   Helena collapsed in exhaustion (or pain) to the rhythm of the two wine
bottles fucking her.

   The next day, the Conde and Helois were married in civil ceremonies by
the Mayor of Ibiza.  There would be a much grander church wedding planned
in the cathedral of Madrid when the couple get back from their honey moon,
consisting of a world tour on their yacht.

   The marriage took place in the same ball room were the night before
Helena met her ordeal.  There were a lot more people in attendance,
including family and relatives of the bride and groom.  Also in attendance,
but hidden from the other's view behind a partially drawn curtain, was a
lone naked woman chained to the pillars with a ball gag in her mouth.  She
witnessed the whole ceremony and even wept copious tears when the Conde and
Helois were declared man and wife.

   Helena was likewise allowed to partake of the wedding banquet, in honor
of the bride and groom.  Although not actually allowed to be present at the
banquet hall, Helena was allowed a ring side view via closed circuit
television, as she knelt naked and on all fours before a specially hooked
up tv monitor, in the wine cellar of the villa.  Also, when the sumptuous
feast was served Helena was made sure to share in the blessings by having a
dish of dog food served to her, which naturally she would have to eat like
a dog.  As for wine, Helena was given a bowl of tap water which
suspiciously smelled and tasted like urine.  Helois had a camera trained on
Helena the whole time, to ensure she gobbles up her food and drink
properly, otherwise there would be hell to pay.

   When the cake was cut, Helena was allowed a small piece also.  Unlike
the ones served the guests, Helena's slice was decorated by the word PUTA
on it.

   Even during the couple's first night, the naked Helena was not
forgotten. After consummating their marriage, the Conde and Condesa had
Helena brought to their suite, were they consummated their absolute and
complete domination of her.  The made the servile wretch eat her out
thoroughly and give her ass a total rim job, while the Conde fucked Helena
in the ass.  Later after the Condesa came , the happy couple exchanged
places and now it was the Conde's cock that Helena was sucking, straight
from her ass; while the Condesa was now fucking her ass with a strap on
dildo, which was a lot bigger than even the Conde's well endowed member. 
Poor Helena had to lick the humungous dildo clean as a whistle before she
got kicked to the floor, and sleep there.

   After the wedding, the Conde and Condesa got underway for their world
tour in their yacht.  As they stood side by side happily waving to friends
and well wishers, they were joined by Annika, who was the Condesa's best
friend, long time confidante and now major domma to her household.

   Likewise joining them, but kept out of sight crouched inside a specially
made dog cage somewhere within the holds of the ship, was a weeping, naked
woman wearing a cheap copper band on her finger which had the words "
HELENA LA CONDESA DELA PERRA" (Helena The countess's bitch) stenciled on
it.

   We regret to say, whatever life may hold for our poor Helena in the
future, it would surely be one not even the Marquis de Sade would wish upon
his most hated enemies.