Strictly Taboo(55)

After a lifetime, she began to come back to earth. Another orgasm surprised her, making her gasp and moan. She shook again like a leaf in a thunderstorm.



Her body relaxed. She realized that Alain was still hard inside her. His face was tense, stressed with the effort of making her happy. She kissed him softly. "You now, Alain. It's your time."



Alain moved with speed. He lifted Helene and himself in one strong move and stood up. Her turned around and placed her on the chair on her back. She was calm and happy while he moved her. She liked having a strong husband. She watched him pump inside her for a few moments. He drove himself into her with ferocity. Her belly and legs rippled with the force of his lunge. She never lost her smile. As he delivered his important semen, she smoothed the hair on his forehead and kissed him.



He collapsed on her when he finished. She pushed and he fell on the floor on his back. She moved quickly to get his softening erection back inside her. She wanted to rest on him while they were still attached.



She laid her head on his chest. Her legs on either side and her arms circled around his neck. She decided she liked the new Helene, except she was now, Helene and Alain. One person out of two.





Chapter Eight



Le Diable walked along the road leading into town. He spotted someone coming toward him. A young girl, no older than twelve or thirteen. He didn't care that the girl was named Giselle and was loved by her family and was going to graduate from a school for girls in a month. She was simply his for the taking.



He felt the mammoth knife he'd taken from an American. The American didn't want to give it to him, but he was dead so it didn't matter. It would work quite nicely to dismember the girl. A rape would have been nice as a dessert, but he had no time.



He waited until he came near her. He smiled. "Good evening. Mademoiselle. It is a pleasant evening."



Giselle said, "Yes. It is." She tried to get past him. He blocked her path. She yelled, "Papa! Help!" The sound was deafening. Le Diable couldn't believe something human could make a sound so loud. A house not seventy-five meters away suddenly lit up like the royal opera. Doors slammed against the house as they were opened violently, and men appeared in each one.



Giselle did it again, "Papa! Help!"



Le Diable ran the other way until he was out of sight of anyone in that screeching girl’s family.



It took him an hour, standing in the ruins of a medieval church to calm down. He said to himself, "I don't need these emotions. I can't afford them." He walked to town where he hired a car and drove to a small town on the outskirts of Paris where Veronique Valon, the wife of the minister was staying.



He may have calmed down but his patience hadn't returned. As he approached the house, he saw that Madame Valon and her sister and mother were returning to their house. Unfortunately for them, they were standing by the garage, a building away from the main house and out of sight of the policemen dotting the landscape. The women were dressed in evening attire. The gowns of the women dipped very low at the neckline. Their breasts curved up over the top of the fabric. That drove Le Diable mad.



He saw the police stationed around the back of the house. One scream from any of the women, and he was caught.



He drove close to them, stepped out, took out a long knife and threw it, with commendable accuracy into the chest of the butler who was standing by their car. He stepped close to the women and pulled another long knife. He pointed to the youngest woman. "Who is Madame Volan? Answer or she dies."



A handsome, tall woman with beautiful shoulders said, "I am Veronique Volan. You don't need to kill her."



"Will you come with me willingly?"



"Yes."



"Good. You drive." He said to the remaining women, "Tell Henri Valon that I have his wife. He is to give the concession to Ameri/Iraqi Oil. As soon as he does, I will set Madame Volan free. He need only make an announcement to the press. I will hear it. Until then she will be on her back with me between her legs. Is that understood?" He waited until the two remaining women nodded.



He sat in the back seat while Madame Valon took the wheel. Once they were out of earshot of the police, Le Diable drew his pistol. He directed her to a main highway. "Drive for thirty miles, straight ahead. Drive very fast. If the cops catch us, I will put a bullet in each of your four limbs.”



Madame Valon said, "Are you Le Diable?"



He said, "Yes, I am."



"Then I will not survive this evening."



Le Diable looked smug and satisfied.



She looked at him in the rear view mirror. She’d never told her husband, but she considered murderers as less than human. She never felt guilt or sorrow if she was able to kill them. She thought, "At least one of us won't."