Electric Helper

flashing eyes lighting the crowded room. Her body moved quickly and deftly, and

the way she moved her hips was alluring to the entire crowd. She danced on

casting a flirting eye here and there, but always returning to the man who was

her date. They were a mismatch from the start; she was taller than he, outgoing

while he was reserved, and sensual while he was composed. That didn't really

matter, for every time she stepped on the dance floor, regardless of who her

companion was, she had the time of her life. The hours slipped away, and the

crowd thinned, but Andrea kept dancing. She had danced with all the men there,

and watched most of them leave including her date; but she had found others to

encourage her with wine and winks, so the dancing queen stayed on until it

closing time. The last in a string of men asked to drive her home, but she had

wanted to walk for the exercise. She hummed to herself , as she waltzed home,

occasionally repeating a dance step she remembered while in the arms of one of

her suitors.

As she rounded the last corner, she tripped over his legs. She quickly

stumbled backwards and peered through the dark at the slumbering figure - the

neighborhood lush had enjoyed a rather pleasant evening himself. She kicked at

his leg in disgust, then trotted on down the dimly lit street and up the stairs

to her second story apartment. Once within the security of its homey embrace,

she kicked of her shoes, grabbed her robe, and headed for the shower. Her legs

were tight from the evenings activities, and she knew that they would be stiff

tomorrow when she headed off for church. She climbed beneath her woolen

comforter, and reached over into the top drawer of her nightstand for her

"helper." It had been an exciting night, and she was still wide awake. With

the aid of her little helper, she would be able to relax and get some rest. She

secured the lamp on the same nightstand, and the room became instantly awash

with a pale blue light from the streetlight just below her bedroom window.

A boy friend, from a previous life had made it for her; it was a little

wooden box with four 24-inch electric leads coming out one side; two of them had

alligator clips, and two were regular wires, coated with conductive silicone.

On the inside was a 9-volt transformer, complete with a surge suppressor and two

rheostatic controls; one for amperage, and the other for voltage. At the rear

was an emergency cut-off switch (which she never used), a circuit breaker, and

the plug. On the left side was a tray for her lotion, and some straight pins she

used only when she felt extremely brave. It hummed quietly as she plugged it

in, both control nobs set to the off position. Her helper had become such a

blessing for her; especially on the nights when men were from a different planet

and the rest of the world seemed far away. The helper always brought her a

restful night, without any need of formality or foreplay. It is small wonder

that many of her co-workers considered her frigid; with her helper, a man simply

wasn't necessary. Recently, however, she found herself daydreaming about how

she would use her helper on a man, and those very thoughts frightened her.

She lifted the covers, and opened her robe to allow her fingers to caress her

velvet skin. She was a comely women with her glasses, and downright attractive

without. Light auburn shoulder length hair, so fine it would shimmer with the

slightest breeze, augmented her coal black eyes. She had a wisp of a nose,

small full lips, and the high cheekbones of an Indian princess. Her body was

equally impressive, with small firm breasts crowned with rich full nipples, a

whisper of a tummy the seemed to touch her backbone when she lay on her tight

cheeks. Her womanhood had a full complement of curly brown hair, neatly trimmed

for easy maintenance; and two of the most inviting pussy lips ever placed on a

woman. She kept herself conditioned, not only with daily Kegels, but also with

a daily jog that kept her legs firm and well-proportioned with just a ripple of

muscle beneath. Her hands and feet were small and dainty, and she always

maintained a light coat of polish to protect the fragile nails from splitting.

Her olive complexion glistened in the evenings' light, adding an almost surreal

tone to the vision she was.

Running her tiny fingers around her nipples to awaken her desires, she

reached over and grasped the bottle of lotion; smoothing a small amount on her

fingertips before returning to her nipple play. The cool moisture of the

water-based lubricant bathed her warm vaginal folds that were visibly trembling

in excited anticipation. She applied the lotion liberally, knowing that it

would evaporate quickly with virtually no residue. As the lotion was fully

massaged in and around her clitoris, she inadvertently spasmed from the

stimulation and knew it would be a quick release tonight. Her hand was bathed

with a combination of lotion and her own cream now, and she raised it to her

nose to enjoy the pungent odor. Although she didn't ejaculate, her orgasms were

always extremely wet, often leaving her genitals and buttocks moist for hours.

Knowing she was ready, she gingerly attached the clips to her outer lips of

her womanhood, then wrapped one wire, gingerly, around her swelling clitoris.

The other wire she held to her favorite spot between her anus and pussy lips

being careful to hold it by the insulating sleeve. Then, wetting her lips, she

gradually increased the voltage with her free hand. At first, the sensations

were barely detectable, but as she held her breath, and turned the control

clockwise to the next distinctive "click," her sexuality awoke, and she began

to feel every nerve ending in her abdomen respond to the warm flow of current.

With a slow exhale and another quick breath, she eased the nob up one more

notch, and that was all her body required as her legs bucked, her back arched,

and the glands deep within her throbbing pussy exploded with a flood of her

essence, flowing out of the vaginal opening and down the crack between her

buttocks; leaving her body to flow onto the sheet just above her anus. The

machine buzzed and popped as some of her natural lubricant short-circuited her

helper and the circuit breaker popped out. Perfectly content, knowing that no

electricity was flowing into her little friend, she released her breath slowly,

and enjoyed the remaining spasms of her subsiding orgasm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him - most of his body was hidden

behind the exterior wall, but she could see the ski cap pulled down over his

face with the two elongated eye slits. He was in a dark jacket with dark

trousers or jeans, wore gloves, and was a perfect opportunity for her to test

the skills she learned in her self-defense class last year. Still unaware that

she had spied him, he grew more bold, and moved his entire body in front of the

window to gaze at her beauty. This was all she needed, and with one swift fluid

motion, she swept the wire leads and remaining covers from her body, and

literally flew to the window; breaking it with the sole of her foot. The

momentum planted the same foot into his throat leaving him gasping for air. She

lifted him up completely, thanks to the adrenalin pumping into her veins, and

delivered a most deliberate kick to his stomach, knocking the wind from his

surprised lungs and making him black out. She drug his corpse back into her

apartment throwing it down in disgust, and plopped onto the bed to survey the

mess she had just made.

At first, she picked up the phone to call the police but then, slowly and

deliberately, she replaced the receiver to the cradle. She stood up, and with a

flourish, wrapped her robe back around her body, and set about to the tasks

ahead of her. First, she vacuumed up the broken glass, and straightened the

shades on the window. Then she went to the laundry room, and grabbed an empty

box with an end panel larger than her broken window. "I'll have to get this

fixed tomorrow," she thought as she cut through the cardboard with her oversized

shears, and, grabbing the duct tape from her writing desk, she sealed the

outside chill away from her bed. Then she looked at her victim; he wasn't a

very large man, actually he leaned toward the anemic and his labored breath

assured her that he hadn't rejoined the living world. She rolled duct tape

around his entire head, covering his mouth completely several times before she

stopped. Grabbing the scissors, she cut away the ski mask and the tape all at

once, letting his head fall from her partially uncovered lap with a "plop" when

he started to drool. "How disgusting," she thought, as she grabbed the tape and

renewed her efforts to secure his lifeless mouth. Again his head was pushed off

her lap with a resounding "plop" when she insured the integrity of her latest

efforts. She then straightened the bed coverings, and gathered all the remnants

from her most recent adventure to stow in their appropriate places.

"What a night I'm having!" she exclaimed as she tossed the tape onto her

desk; completing her final restorative task. As she started to walk away, she

froze and turned to recapture the masking tape. With deliberate strides, she

walked back into her bedroom and grabbed his limp frame by the collar of his

shirt and dragged him into the bathroom. With anger and a touch of fatigue, she

ripped his clothes off. Being no stranger to the male form, she snickered as

she exposed his lifeless manhood; he obviously was short-changed by his natural

parents. He had an average build, and an average face she thought, as she

rolled his body into the tub and started running warm water, but he just doesn't

have it where it counts. She scrubbed his body thoroughly as in a frenzy,

despising the liberty he took when he viewed her orgasmic bliss. Pausing

briefly, she studied his urethral opening for any signs of discoloration or

discharge, and once satisfied that he was of no physical threat to her, she used

her fingernail brush to scrub his manhood completely. She then completed

washing him, and with deliberate motions rolled him out of the tub, and onto a

beach towel. Patting his body dry, she pulled his lifeless form into the bed.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean-up, she dove into the comfort of her

now partially occupied bed face first. Within minutes, she was asleep.

The dawn entered as a thief, robbing her sleep, and forcing a yawn that was

quickly cut short when she realized her victim was gone. Quickly she analyzed

the possibilities, and sank back into her bed realizing that there was very

little he could say without convicting himself, and, indeed, with his clothes

tattered from the way that she had removed them earlier in the morning, he'd be

lucky if her wasn't labeled a vagrant and hauled off to become a guest of the

city for a night or two. Glancing at the clock, she jumped from her bed, and

ran for the bathroom to shower as services would begin in twenty minutes.

Singing one of her favorite hymns at the top of her lungs, she massaged her

tired legs under the steaming water, unaware of his entrance. As she finished

rinsing her face, she hoped that her hair wasn't too wet as she really didn't

have time to fuss with it this morning, and she reached for the towel as she

secured the water. He handed it to her, and it took her several moments to

reduce her loud singing to a whisper when she realized towels normally don't

fly. He had a disarming laugh, that was immediately smothered by her scream.

He ran out of the room towards the door, dressed only in his jeans and shoes,

but his unfamiliarity with the apartment proved to seal his fate as he tripped

over her sewing kit and fell face first onto the linoleum tile of the kitchen

floor. Again his wind was gone, but Andrea took no chances and beaned him

smartly with the roasting pot that always hung above the stove. She wrapped her

towel around her trembling form, tucking the free end above her left breast, and

dropped onto the arm of the sofa. "This is a little more than I wanted to deal

with today," she thought, as she reached for the phone to complete a call to the

local precinct. The phone was unplugged, and again she returned the receiver to

its cradle. She drew in several deep breaths quite slowly to allow her head to

clear, which gave her the necessary time to evaluate her next move. She always

wanted to try her helper on a male; why not on one who, if she screws up, won't

really matter! With no collar to grab, she went for his fly, dragging him with

a determined resolve into her bedroom and onto the bed. She ran back to her

desk, grabbed the duct tape, and returned as he began to stir from his lesson in

kitchenware. Quickly, she rolled him on his stomach, and taped his wrists

tightly together. His hands became a purplish-red instantly, and realizing too

much was not good, she ripped the tape off, and applied a second layer with a

little less pressure. She followed suit with his ankles after removing his

jeans and flipped him over just in time to catch his mouth as he started to

speak. She glanced back at the clock; church had already started.

Satisfied with her accomplishment, she took a little time to study him; a

small circumcised member, very little body hair, small features and limbs, a

tight little fanny, and soft green eyes. Again she studied his member, looking

at the hairy ball sack and the pale glans. She then glanced over to her little

helper and felt a twinge of anticipation as she turned the controls back to

their off position and reset the circuit breaker. It hummed to life, and so did

Andrea, beginning by placing one of the leads in his urethra and the other at

the base of his organ on the urethra. She turned the controls halfway up and

watched his back arch obscenely and quickly pushed the kill switch; his muffled

screams the only testimonial to her miscalculation. He had an erection now, and

the wires had slid away from his manhood onto his thigh. There was a small line

of burnt flesh where the wire had been placed near his ball sack.

She reset the controls, and grabbing the lotion, she coated her hands with

lotion and rubbed the slippery goo into every pore of his genitals insuring

there would be no more burns. With her hands trembling slightly she reset the

leads; this time one alligator clip pinched his meatus and the other just below

where she had rested the wire previously at the junction of his manhood and his

ballsack. She then wrapped one lead around his organ where the glans meets its

supporting structure, and she wrapped the other around the entire base of his

ball sack, insuring all the leads were firmly in place and a safe distance from

one another she reached for her helpers controls. He started whining and moving

his hips from side to side threatening to dislodge one of the contacts.

Her eyes met his in a threatening manner, and she pinched one of his gonads

between her thumb and forefinger. His whining increased in volume.

"OK stud," she said in the firmest voice she had; "Your the master of your

own destiny here! Settle down, and I may let you leave here with your baby

maker intact; keep squirming, and you'll have a scar where you used to pee!"

She kept her eyes firmly on his as she spoke. With his silence, he acknowledged

her offer. She then carefully re-examined the leads, and satisfied they were

positioned correctly, she returned to the controls and slowly increased the

voltage. At first he remained unchanged, staring at a spot in the ceiling.

After the second click, she saw his manhood jump, and appeared to increase in

size as his breathing became labored and his balls changed position. With the

third click, she saw his sexuality come alive and explode - first his manhood

began to spasm rhythmically, his back arched slightly, his legs twitched

continually, and his eyes became quite large; then his cream shot onto his chest

in four straight streams, and continued to bubble and ooze from the opening in

his glans, as his torso continued up and down strokes as if his manhood was

buried within an imaginary woman atop him. He continued for as long as she

maintained the control at the third click, but as soon as she moved it up one

notch, he screamed, and his entire torso began to shake uncontrollably. She

quickly secured the current. Sweat was rolling from his body, and his dazed

stare said everything.

Andrea was disappointed, but not decidedly so. He came too quickly, but, she

reasoned, most men do! With that, she gently removed the leads. As she turned

her back to move her helper away from his trembling form, he quickly rolled over

on top of her, and pinned her to the bed with his hands that had been freed by

the continual jerking of his hands and body while she stimulated him. The look

on his face of control and menace frightened her momentarily, until she shoved

her knee into his ball sack. He screamed a muffled burst of agony and collapsed

beside her in the fetal position; a tear trickled down the side of his face and

both of his hands clutched his affected anatomy. With a smirk, she leapt from

his side and grabbed the tape, using it again on his tortured wrists, only she

encircled them at least a dozen times, making sure the binding was good and

firm. She then applied several more loops around his ankles as insurance and

tossed the roll back onto the nightstand.

Infuriated by his attempt to confine her, she decided to try a different

approach that she had earlier dismissed as being too cruel. She grabbed his

left gonad between her thumb and forefinger, and rolling it around until she

felt it was in the right position, she took one of the straitpins and slowly

pushed it into and through the tender egg and scrotum. She could hear his

muffled shrieks, and it pleased her to know that he was responding well to the

treatment she was rendering. Without hesitation, she repeated the same

procedure with the other testicle; then clipped one alligator clip to the front

side of one gonad and the other to the backside of the other gonad. She then

firmly wrapped one wire around the head of his glans, and the other around the

base of his manhood. Before she started to rotate the control, she looked at

him, trembling from the agony in his genitals. With quick resolve she gradually

increased both the voltage and amps simultaneously. She watched his back arch

until only his feet and shoulders were on the bed, and she saw smoke coming from

his genital area as his legs twitched uncontrollably. His face was contorted in

unspeakable agony. She left the controls in the same position until he fell

over sideways and off the bed; dislodging the lead to this glans and

simultaneously pulling the pins out of both of his gonads. She hurriedly

secured her helper, and jumped across the bed in time to see a long thin rope of

semen squirt from his throbbing manhood and drop onto the carpet above his head

with a dull sound. A second shot traveled a fraction of the distance and fell

to his biceps, slowly oozing across the skin to drip on the carpet. A bead of

semen grew larger on the head of his throbbing organ and finally dropped onto

the carpet forming a little pool that continued to grow, as his gonads continued

to released everything he had. After what seemed like an eternity, she watched

his organ loose its size and color, and slowly release the blood that had kept

it so rigid.

"It had been a wonderful event she thought," as she wiped the leads gently

with cotton dipped in alcohol, "but now I'm going to have to get the carpet

cleaned too" as her eyes looked up at the cardboard where a window had once

been. She straightened her be and returned her victim to the kitchen where she

was finally able to resecure his pants and shoes. She gently positioned his

body, then walked over to the window and opened it allowing the cool breeze to

wash her face. She then started screaming at the tope of her lungs:

"Help, there's a strange man in my apartment' call the police." Within

minutes her victim was carted off to the city-run resort, and with a minimum of

questions she was free to set about her Sunday afternoon routine.

The next morning , as the cleaners were caring for her carpet she heard the

door bell. Excusing herself, she opened the front door to see his soft green

eyes and his frail figure handing her a towel.

"Not today, I've got a headache," she said and closed the door in his

startled face.