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….Phantom’s fingers danced idly across Helen’s hooded head, tracing the curve of her neck and teasing strands of her ponytail.
“Five hundred and seventeen days,”  she mused aloud, her voice carrying both amusement - and a little excitement. “You’ve done well, Helen. Still making those delightful little sounds. Still thinking, scheming, even after all this time."...
“You really are remarkable,” Phantom said, almost to herself. “I wonder... could you break number three’s  record? Two thousand, four hundred and fourteen days. A lofty goal, but if anyone could do it, it’s you…”
Helen’s response was another muffled sound, this one carrying a note of challenge. Phantom chuckled, giving the ponytail a playful tug. “Careful, my dear. I might take that as a yes.”
On the rare occasions her hips are uncovered for Phan's amusement, or when Helen is directed to use her gagged mouth to please her Directrix, … well, this only increased her desire to test this plan. The fact that Helen had never once given up making moans and sounds even when "thinking" at her, well -- there are reasons Helen's been kept around for the five-hundred and seventeen days so far.

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Art by SantaimaZ, colored by Rub-Bot, character Helen by Aidenke ,  story by me.

FULL STORIES WITH HELEN AND THE SUPREME DIRECTRIX:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61491715
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51733708