Andrea's Helper

A voyeur becomes ensnared by Andrea's little friend.

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						Andrea's Helper

	She could dance with the wind, twisting and turning on the 
dance floor, her 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 everytime 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 tt 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 with a pale blue light from the steetlamp 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 surpressor 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 contol 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 messaged 
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 literallly flew to the window; breaking it with 
the sole of her foot.  The momentem 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 urethal 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 messaged 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 fllipped 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 circumsized 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 obsceenly and quickly pushed the 
kill switch; his muffled screams the only testemonial to her 
miscalulation.  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 sllightly 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 encirled 
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 
proceedure 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 bicep, 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 handilng her a towel.

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