{
  "description": "<div><p>...<br>….Phantom’s fingers danced idly across Helen’s hooded head, tracing the curve of her neck and teasing strands of her ponytail.<br><em> “Five hundred and seventeen days,” </em> 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.\"...<br>“You really are remarkable,” Phantom said, almost to herself. “I wonder... could you break <strong>number three’s </strong> record? Two thousand, four hundred and fourteen days. A lofty goal, but if anyone could do it, it’s you…” <br>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.”<br>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.</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>===</p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>Art by SantaimaZ, colored by Rub-Bot, character Helen by <strong>Aidenke</strong> ,  story by me. </p></div><div><br></div>\n<div><p>FULL STORIES WITH HELEN AND THE SUPREME DIRECTRIX: <br><a href=\"https://archiveofourown.org/works/61491715\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">https://archiveofourown.org/works/61491715</a><br><a href=\"https://archiveofourown.org/works/51733708\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">https://archiveofourown.org/works/51733708</a></p></div>\n"
}