Hel's Chronicles by HelSpels Chronicle I - The Birth Of Hel ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is not for the faint of heart. It covers the life of an extraordinary girl, the word "extraordinary" being used rather loosely. The story covers themes from pain and suffering, to fame and glory, and includes sex and violence. This material is for mature audiences only. To detail the life of the central character, her story has been separated into twenty chronicles, which make up the whole. I'm not going to tell you this story is real, neither will I say it is fiction. That decision, I leave to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chronicle I – The Birth Of Hel ------------------------------ It was in the summer of 1984 when Graham Abbott met Susan Whilken. A world-class bodybuilder, Graham Abbott was going for the title of Mr. Universe for his fourth consecutive year. At the age of 24, he had spent the previous eight years bodybuilding, but unlike his competition he was 100% natural, and always had been. Not believing in supplements or drugs of any kind, he vowed to himself, and many magazines, that he would win the coveted title of Mr. Universe without resorting to self-enhancing chemicals. It was a fact that was covered by numerous articles in bodybuilding magazines. He was always complemented on the sheer natural beauty of his body, and how he was a testament as to how one could look with dedication and not drugs, but because he lacked the grossly pumped up image of his competitors, he received no greater reward than third place in the previous three years competitions. Though the 1984 contest didn't grant him his wish in terms of bodybuilding achievement, he didn't leave the contest empty- handed. An all round athlete at school, Susan had a body to die for, and at the age of 16 left school to be a full time model after her out-of- this-world redhead looks were spotted by a scout. Six successful years later, she was spotted again, this time by a fitness agency representative who remarked on her appearance at a modelling show, saying that with a little toning up, she could knock spots off all competition at fitness shows. Taking a liking to the change, she spent less time modelling and more time in the gym. Getting rid of her waif image, not only did she like the changes she was making to her body, so did the modelling agencies who chose her to model the more sporty garments. But she knew the real test would lie in competing. Entering the Figure Class of the 1984 Universe contest, she did exactly what a certain fitness agency representative told her she'd do only one year previously and won the Figure competition. Stepping down from the podium and returning to behind the curtain, a young man awaited her with flowers. "Amazing!" The well-presented man said. "Er, thanks," came the reply from Susan. New to the whole business, and certainly of no bodybuilding form herself, she found no interest in male bodybuilders, which is exactly what this man seemed to be, in spite of what Susan thought were very good looks, especially for a bodybuilder. The man started to walk toward her. "I'm not going to say anything cheesy, I'm crap at doing lines at the best of times anyway. So, I'm just going to say what's on my mind. You looked beautiful up there, and I had to do something, which is why I'm here, holding flowers, and probably looking a bit of a twat. But is there any way you might consider joining me for dinner?" At that, Susan witnessed the huge figure before her blush. "Yeah, I'll consider it." The man looked up hesitantly, looking like he was trying to figure something out before returning his gaze to Susan. "Oh. That sounds like a polite no." The redness in his face ceased to go, he was so obviously nervous, and Susan found herself bizarrely attracted to him. He was like no other bodybuilder she'd met here so far. "Dinner sounds good," she said in a calm voice, accompanied by small nod of her head. "I could do with some food now that the competition's all done with. I'm in room 36, shall we say… 8?" The man jolted his head back in disbelief. "Er yeah, 8's cool. I'll, see you then, then." He started to turn before hearing her sweet voice again. "Er, excuse me?" Came the call from Susan as the man turned back to face her. "A name would probably be a good idea." At her statement, the blushed cheeks returned to the man. "Uh, yeah, sorry. Graham, Graham Abbott." He suddenly noticed the flowers still in his hand, and then extended his arm to give them to Susan. "I'm not doing too well am I? These are for you." Susan smiled. "See you at 8, Graham." Graham turned and walked away, glancing back with a smile before going up the steps to the audience gallery. Astonished, and somewhat confused after falling for the innocent charms of a bodybuilder, Susan slipped on her training bottoms and top and returned to her room in the contenders' hotel. That evening, Susan Whilken and Graham Abbott enjoyed an exquisite meal in the hotel restaurant. To her surprise, Graham was more than a two-dimensional strongman character. Not only did he have personality, a heart and soul, he made her laugh. To his surprise, Susan was no dumb super model, but an intelligent and thoughtful girl, bursting with life. They surprised each other, and the seeds were planted. That night, Graham escorted Susan to her room. With Susan propping the door open while the last few words of the evening were exchanged, Graham stood like a gentleman in the hallway. With no imposing gesture, Graham leant over and gave Susan a peck on the cheek, before wishing her good night and then turning to walk to his own room, one floor down and on the other side of the building. "Graham!" He stopped at the almost whispered exclamation. Turning, he saw Susan leaning out of her doorway. He started to walk back to her, slowly. "Are you sure you want this?" Asked Graham. Susan grabbed his collar and pulled him, or rather insinuated pulling him while he followed her lead, into her room and he closed the door behind them. Susan's hands couldn't work hard enough as they undid the button's to Graham's shirt, while Graham was hard at work on the zip to Susan's dress. Kissing each other passionately as they went along, it started to dawn on the pair of them they weren't getting anywhere fast. Their sensual kissing turned into laughter as their fumbling stopped and they held each other at arms length. Graham's laugher turned into a smile as he stared into the perfect blue eyes of the woman he had, in the space of a day, fallen madly in love with. Her fiery red hair hung about her shoulders as Susan stared back into the brown eyes of what she was slowly beginning to realise was the man of every woman's dream. She stepped close and slowly completed the undoing of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor as she stepped back in amazement at the body she faced. Each muscle chiselled into the marble of his skin, Graham was truly a sight to behold and was not the gross, veiny, enhanced body she was half expecting. She reached behind her and undid the rest of her zip, letting her dress fall to the floor. Graham took in the breath-taking scenery of Susan's toned body. Her stomach showing the slightest shadows of abdominal muscles while her breasts sat naturally pert in the red bra she was wearing. She stepped closer still to Graham, forcing him to move back until the backs of his legs touched the bed, then being forced some more, he leant down while Susan climbed on top of him. While she kissed him passionately, he undid his trousers and pushed them down, underwear included, as far as he could. Susan immediately felt the largeness of Graham's manhood pressing against her vagina, the soft material of her knickers the only thing separating their hot passion. Graham softly placed his hands on Susan's trim waist waiting for resistance, but when it didn't come he slowly moved them to the waistband of her knickers, and pushed them down round her toned, smooth thighs. Moving back up to her waist, he held her firmly, and rolled her down from above him to below him. Gazing into each other's eyes, Graham moved his body down, feeling his way to Susan's opening. He hesitated, Susan smiled, then he slowly pushed his way into her. His strong manhood, two inches in diameter, required all the lubricating pre-cum dripping from his penis to open her firm lips. Susan closed her eyes and opened her mouth as her body was being pushed up the bed by Graham's strength below. As he continued to push, Susan gave a little groan as the last inch of his nine inch member pushed inside her. She could feel every bit of him as he slowly retreated, before pushing in again, this time a little quicker. As the rhythm got going, Susan opened her eyes and gazed into those of Graham's. His face was still as gentle as it was an hour ago at the dinner table. He was taking good time, and despite his overwhelming, and almost painful size, it was driving her wild. "Harder!" Susan exclaimed. Graham obeyed and forced his way in, again and again. Susan groaned with every pump of his body against hers. She put her hands on his big, hard shoulders, she could feel the slight wetness of the skin, before realising the tips of her own hair were wet against her face. She ran her hand down his sides as he kept pumping away. Susan became aware that the pillow between her head and the headboard was getting harder from getting compacted, Graham's strong thrusts rising their bodies up the bed, the bed clothes getting rumpled at the top. As a bead of sweat ran it's way from Graham's forehead to his nose, it hesitated before being projected from the movement of his body to land on Susan's chest, where it amalgamated with her own. Graham was getting faster and faster, harder and harder, and the pleasure was way outdoing the pain that Susan was feeling. They were approaching climax, Susan's legs almost doing the splits as Graham's powerful thrusts kept opening them wider and wider. Graham suddenly lifted his upper body, his arms straight as his body curved allowing him to thrust hard into Susan, while looking straight up, his head jolting back. As he gave a that final hard thrust, his body tensed and flexed, and Susan managed to glimpse at his explosion of muscle in amongst the pleasure, and while she felt inside an explosion of another kind coming from Graham, her experience wasn't quite complete. "Again!" She managed to say, under her breath. Graham, moved down, retreating almost fully until only the tip of his manhood kept Susan open, before forcing himself inside again, and without full control, harder than ever. Susan's lips were forced apart and her insides filled faster and harder than ever, and as she let out a shout of excitement, Graham exploded again. They laid there still for a minute, in the exact same position. Susan with mouth slightly open, arms stretched out, Graham flexed and tense, slowly tilting his head down to look at Susan before they both, simultaneously exhaled, and continued to stare into each other's eyes with a feint smile, Graham's body dripping with sweat onto Susan's, hers soaking the sheets underneath. And so it was, that at 02:15 on the 26th May, 1984, Helena Abbott was conceived. One month after the conception, it had been clear to Graham that it was true love at first sight and he asked Susan to marry him. It was clear to Susan that it was true love at almost first sight, and agreed. At 16:48 on the 15th February, 1985, Helena Abbott was born. With Graham beside his fiancé, he had not had a happier moment in his life, and while staring at the new addition to his and Susan's small family, he had a fleeting thought of the happiness ahead of him. Machine's started bleeping and the baby, newly released from her umbilical chord, was given to a nurse while the doctor's rushed up to Graham's and Susan's side. Graham looked back at his fiancé and gasped in horror. Her eyes had rolled up, her mouth open and her ability to breathe lost. Graham was shunned out of the way as the doctor's crowded round her, shout's of medical jargon flew round his confused head. Fifteen minutes later, the doctor that had sixteen minutes previously aided Susan Whilken in giving birth to her daughter, pronounced the same dead. Graham, witnessing the whole charade, broke down crying on his knees. Looking up, he took the dangling hand of his dead fiancé, kissed it, and held it to his cheek. The nurse holding his crying baby daughter waited patiently in the corner. To Graham, all other sounds and movement faded into background fuzz.