H When hell is the favourable option

by David Jaundrell

  The first contestants were a lawyer from an M & A department of HSBC and an accountant with Touche. The accountant looked like you would expect an accountant to look; he was weedy, had little in the way of what the medical profession would call muscle and got in the ring with glasses on to large guffaws and cheering and stamping from the crowd. He raised his right arm in recognition and triumph. The crowd cheered and jeered in equal measure.

  ‘Shit’ said H ‘he's dead! You could take him Benny’

  He was followed in the ring by the lawyer who was about five foot five, heavy and muscular. His shaven head made you think he would be more at home in a total fightingcage with Don Frye or Murilo Rua than this charade but what the hell…..it would be a bloody, if short, contest. Both boxers wore head guards and the accountants head, now minus glasses, seemed to be lost in his. His little eyes peered out like a mouse stuck in a hole with a cat waiting outside….

  The referee brought them to the centre and explained the rules which would usually be instantly forgotten; then they went back to their corners and the bell rang to start. The bull of a lawyer hurtled over to the little accountant's corner and swung a punch so hard that had it landed they would have picked his head up off the fifth row of tables but, inexplicably, the weedy accountant ducked, moved slightly to his left side and buried a right hand into the bull's stomach.

  The bull doubled up as the wind left him and went down. He kneeled there gasping. The crowd screamed encouragement….

  ‘Bite his bollocks’

  ‘Kick him in the head’

  ‘Give him another now weedy….’

  The ref went between them and started to count. The bull took long raking breaths then on eight he stood and raised his gloves. The ref moved them into the middle and they started again. As someone once said ‘it was like de-ja vu all over again’.

  The bull swung, weed ducked, shifted his weight and smacked bull in the stomach. Down he went again. This time it took a little longer. The body was still willing but his mind was trying to work out what the fuck was happening? This should have been a walk over. He'd put a grand on this for fucks sake! He was up on the count of nine, staggered for a moment or two and then the bell went.

  The crowd cheered, stamped, hooted, hollered, ate and got ever more drunk. This was how a night should be! Bull talked to his seconds in the corner whose strategy, thought over at great length as the first round progressed was ‘Kill the little fucker!’

  They pushed him out again. The second round started as the first with bull learning nothing. If it was ‘kill the little fucker’ they wanted then ‘kill the little fucker’ they would get! Over he hurtled with his right arm outstretched to catch weed with a haymaker. An almighty swing, a slight move, and a thump to the stomach from which there was no return. It was over…..weed had beaten bull to everyone's amazement other than weed who had been a county lightweight champion in his youth; and also his mates who had seen him do it before and had bet heavily on him.

  Go weed….!

  Bouts came and went and the evening was a great success. Nearing the end Benny slid her hand under the table and rested it on H's crotch. Using one hand with great dexterity she slid down the zip and put her hand in and held his cock which was getting harder by the second. For a few minutes she rubbed it up and down and H was beginning to get a bit nervous. Everyone was a bit merry but were they aware what she was doing? Did they fucking care…….?

  As they got in the taxi to go home Benny whispered in an urgent, basic, animal way ‘Me tonight….me tonight…..me’ then stared at him…..

  H moved towards the partition, fished in his pocket, took out a fifty pound note and said to the cabby. ‘Turn the mirror the other way, close the partition and don't think about anything other than the road ahead. Ok?’

  The cabby took the note, nodded profusely, closed the partition and hunched over the wheel, staring ahead rigidly.

  H sat down and Benny immediately kneeled between his legs and undid his zip. H was hard in seconds; Benny put half his cock in her mouth then moved it all in. As H watched her he found himself thinking, for a second, ‘All in’ and almost giggled but this was not a time for giggling. Benny's head moved up and down and she made little moaning sounds. Her eyes were shut and she was extant in her own world. After a few minutes of sucking she took it out and started licking the end while masturbating him with her hand. H's orgasm was getting close and he felt himself moving off the seat as his frame became straightened in anticipation.

  ‘Now’ he whispered urgently and she buried it in her mouth and throat completely as he came and didn't move until the end. Then she took it out and sucked every last drop and licked the end until H was completely sated. When she had finished she sat back on the seat, straightened her clothes and looked at him………..unblinking.

  H knew……..

  When they got home H closed the door without putting on the lights and took hold of the front of Benny's blouse and pushed her against the wall.

  ‘You’ he said commandingly ‘go to bed and wait for me there’

  She nodded compliantly. He let her go and she went to the dark, waiting bedroom. He waited a few moments and then followed her in. Although the light was dim he could see her beautiful body naked on the bed

  ‘Now…now…..now…’ she huskily demanded; her long legs were open, her knees raised, casting a shadow that made the jet black hair on her vulva even darker above her wet, inviting vagina.

  ‘No’ said H ‘not now………. Put your legs down, shut your eyes, keep them shut and hold the top of the bed’.

  His voice was authoritative, commanding and expected to be obeyed; it held a hint of danger. He stripped off his clothes and left them on the floor.

  ‘Please…….’ she pleaded.

  ‘Wait…………’

  He watched her for a few moments, watching her movements.

  ‘Do not move!’ and tied her hands to the top of the bed with a soft silk cord and slipped the mask over her eyes.

  ‘Now you will do as you are told. I want you to think of nothing…I just want you to feel…..do you understand?’

  She nodded.

  ‘I said…do you understand?’

  ‘Yes’ she whispered softly.

  He knelt by her side, making sure he touched her with nothing other than his hands and then very, very lightly he brushed his fingers over her. Her aroused body felt everything…… and she moaned with pleasure. There was no pattern to his movements. He would softly caress down one side and then move to the inside of one leg and then to her arm, her cheek, her nipple. Each touch different. Each movement random. The touches were so light you would normally hardly feel them but in Benny's heightened state she felt everything. She moaned with every touch and her body moved with pleasure.

  Unexpectedly H dug in with his nails and pulled them down the inside of her thigh!

  She screamed!

  Benshima felt the pain and instantly an electric shock travelled through every part of her body, knocking the breath out of her and making her gasp for air.

  Her arousal increased….

  He waited a few moments and then drew his nails down her left side.

  She screamed again……

  After a few more moments he touched her very gently and she screamed in pain again.

  The anticipation….

  The anticipation…..

  The anticipation of pain was as painful as the pain itself.

  He continued gently touching her and caressing her and when her body had decided he was no longer going to hurt her and she relaxed he pulled his nails down her again. She gasped, she arched her back but the soft rope restrained her movements and she screamed again.

  For half an hour James continued to caress and hurt her body

  For half an hour she endured the agony and the ecstasy.

  For half an hour she moaned and screamed

  For half an hour she was in a world of no escape

  For half an
d hour she was in a world she did not want to escape from…..

  He stood up and walked quietly around the bed then back again. Kneeling over Benny had given him cramp but he could not, and would not, let that stop him. He moved up and down on the balls of his feet and rubbed his legs. The cramp soon went. Getting back on the bed he knelt over her, both legs each side of her. When he was certain his legs were not touching her he put the ends of his two middle fingers on her hard, aroused nipples. Applying a little pressure he slowly started to move in a circular motion, keeping her hard nipples under his fingers as he did so. After only a minute or so Benshima started to moan and he felt her pelvis starting to move up and down. Her moans became louder and she moved faster. She took a few quick, urgent breaths and her moan filled the room as her pelvis thrust violently upwards under him.

  Benshima felt his fingers on her nipples, the soft circular motion creating waves within her breasts and the feeling started almost immediately. It started with a tingling sensation behind her breasts then it travelled down to the pit of her stomach where it formed and gathered like a hurricane waiting off the coast to explode.

  She desperately wanted to rub and press her stomach but the restraint stopped her.

  The feeling gathered momentum, like a whirlpool going round and round within her stomach; faster and faster until it exploded and the pit of her stomach raged as though a bush fire were consuming it……

  He let her relax and get her breath and then he started again.

  It always amazed him the she could climax so quickly through her breasts but she could……..and she did

  After fifteen minutes of orgasm after orgasm she said weakly ‘No more…no more’ but he knew she wasn't finished. It was not her decision what was done tonight; her protestations were part of the theatre.

  Two orgasms later James said ‘I am undoing your hands but you leave the blindfold on. Do you understand….?’

  ‘……….yes’

  He undid her then gently held her neck. ‘Do you know what I am going to do now?’

  ‘Yes’ she said quietly.

  ‘And you know what to do?’

  ‘Yes’ She raised her one arm above her head, resting it lightly on the headboard behind her. H put his hands around her throat and felt for the muscle on each side of her neck. He brought his hands slightly towards him, moving the muscle to expose her carotid artery and then gently squeezed. Benny was waiting in anticipation and when it came it was wonderful.

  She became light headed as though she was going to faint; for a second a feeling of weightlessness and then………..in less than five seconds her hand dropped and her head lolled to one side. James let go immediately and watched…….She was motionless for several seconds then her chest expanded and she took in several quick breaths. The feeling of euphoria swept through her as she though she had taken a drug. Letting out one long breath she said huskily. ‘Wonderful……oh my God how wonderful…… again…….again’.

  He did it again. And one more time. He watched her every move, her every sign so that he could monitor her well being but he knew, as long as he was careful, she could come to no harm. It looked bad but it happened every day in judo when applying a strangle hold. But this wasn't judo. This wasn't an opponent.

  This was Benshima……the most precious thing in his world.

  They had been ‘in’ bed nearly an hour and a half and H could see that Benny was very tired. He gently pulled her up to a kneeling position and kneeled by her on her right side. He took off her mask, kissed her and gently prised apart her legs. Supporting her securely around her back with his left arm, he inserted two of his fingers inside her vagina and moved them up and down the right inside wall so that he could excite the area where her orgasm ‘nerve’ waited……

  The effect on Benny was almost instantaneous. Her mouth opened wide for breath, her body convulsed, she shouted ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…’ and then a torrent of fluid spurted from her urethra. The fluid covered James hand and ran down his arm to the bed below.

  Benshima felt the fingers go inside her and she reacted instantly.

  She lived for this feeling. She had never experienced it before she met James and had no idea orgasms could be so……wet.

  A feeling of incredible pleasure started in her vagina and ran through the whole of her body. She could feel James fingers continue their rhythmic stimulation; feeling so deep within her she knew he could reach her very soul. She felt her vagina contract and tighten……

  Her heart pounded, pumping blood to her erogenous zones; starving her brain of the blood it needed and sending her into a state of euphoric dizziness; the world outside her body ceased to exist….

  She felt faint and clung to James, feeling his strong shoulders. She knew she was close……..so close……

  Her body stared to convulse, her hips thrust forward and she clung ever tighter to James for support. It was like a time bomb with a three second fuse…she knew it was going to explode, she wanted it to explode, she needed it to explode ……and when it did the incredible orgasmic shock wave within her vagina burst out and filled every part of her body as though she had become an internal pyrotechnic extravaganza. Colours filled her senses; stars danced behind her closed eyes.

  She felt the warm feeling, deep within her vagina, signalling the release of the fluid that would spurt out of her like a fountain…..and send her to the end of the world.

  He gave her a few moments for her orgasm to relapse and then he started stimulating her again. After only a few moments her body arched, contorted, then a mind blowing orgasm followed by warm fluid gushed out of her. It spurted everywhere. James arm was soaking and he could feel the bed was soaking wet where he was kneeling. She took in large amounts of air and slowly came back. Her body was limp and she was drained.

  He held her tightly, supporting her weak and spent body. After two or three minutes H commanded ‘Do it again…..’

  ‘No…’ she pleaded half heartedly ‘no……… no more…..’

  He reinserted his fingers. She weakly tried to take them out.

  ‘Not again…not again……’ but her body had already started to respond as H moved his fingers in and out and in seconds she was pumping out more fluid; screaming, gasping for air and clinging on to H.

  Her head dropped down, her body limp with exhaustion. The luxuriant black hair, sweat soaked, went over her face and clung to her like tendrils. James held her to him and slid her legs off the side of the bed. The sheets were soaking where she had come so he gently lifted her, walked round the bed and laid her where it was dry; He covered her, kissed her forehead and left her to sleep. As he started to leave the room he heard her mumble ‘……but I'm a Catholic girl…..’

  He smiled as he had heard it before. She had once said she didn't know a Catholic girl could, or even should, have so much pleasure….

  It was three in the morning and H was tired but not sleepy. He needed to unwind so he roused his computer out of its standby sleep to find Rico. Rico was nowhere to be found so he went into a £1 game which would be home to maniacs, druggies, drunks; all of whom couldn't play poker to save their lives but for a quid who gave a fuck! He spent the next half an hour going all in on every hand and every time he got knocked out he did the same in another game.

  Fucking magic!

  Cerberus would now go on Shark Scope as a fish!

  H Chapter 29

  A good view of London

  The next morning he was woken by Benny, all bright and cheerful who said ‘English breakfast rise and shine’

  ‘You're bright and cheerful’

  ‘I wonder why? Now let me think? It couldn't be the amazing sex I had last night could it? Possibly….. Or perhaps even a snippit of news I have for you? Possibly….. Now get up and let's eat…..’

  She waltzed out of the room.

  ‘What news?’ he shouted after her ‘……..is it good? Is Tony Blair dead?…… Is Gordon Brown dead?…… Are we saved a fate worse than deat
h?’

  ‘Get dressed’ she shouted back.

  It was eleven in the morning. He wandered into the en suite, turned on the power shower and stood under its high pressure vibrating jets of water. After a few minutes, refreshed, he put on slacks and a short sleeved shirt, wandered into the lounge and stood looking through the large windows out over the river. He took in the view then moved to the windows on the side of the room to look at the City.

  ‘Ready yet?’ he called through to the kitchen.

  ‘One minute’

  Man it was good to be alive…… It was Saturday morning-ish and nowhere to go. Next week the new armour plated car would be delivered and a whole new market would open up. In fact only the other day he had been asked by a Russian if he had one available for a month at a stretch. Well yes…….as it happens I do.

  He yawned, prised his arms apart and they were at full stretch when the glass shattered and the first bullet hit his head; followed immediately by another that thudded into his chest! The force took him back a step and he collapsed and lay still. Bright, warm life blood started oozing from both entry wounds….

  Benny ran from the kitchen when she heard the shattering glass to find James in a pool of blood by the broken window. She knelt down by him, wanting to hold his head but it was covered in blood and she didn't know what to do……….. She started to tremble and a wild panic gripped her. The next bullet hurtled through the jagged window and ripped through Benshima. Her body jerked with the impact and she dropped on James. Another bullet hit her fallen body and she jerked again, the force pushing her off James and she lay, crumpled, on the carpet like a discarded rag doll.

  A neighbour who had been drinking gin and tonic on her balcony heard the glass break and then the screams and phoned the police. Next she rang the concierge who let himself in to see the carnage inside. He looked at H who was obviously dead but Benny was breathing very slightly. Not realising she had phoned for the police he dialled 999 and asked for the police and an ambulance.