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[Note: This is another story written long ago, and forwarded to my by my
French friend Avaro. For those who remember, C.C. created the world of
Clinton Crayle. He asked me to write a story in a Raymond Chandler hard-
bitten detective style, and this is it. So enjoy. And for the details
on the whole "She-Devil" thing, check the reviews. TOXIS.]
SPELLBOUND - PART TWO
BY
TOXIS
Off to the left the Malibu beach houses whipped by. Mrs. Dalton had not
been pleased with me when r picked her up in a low end BMW. Her station
in life required something more notable I gathered.
Larry had been last seen under his own steam at a party in Topanga
canyon. The hostess was a prominent Brentwood psychologist who catered to
the boys "on the point". L.A. breeds its own weirdoes. Commission sales
reps might be the strangest. Like sharks, they never sleep, pushing
office forms, hustling copiers or fax machines or cellular phones or
tanning salons or the next coming of Christ. Like Bedouins, they cruise
the San Diego Freeway or the Santa Monica, Pasadena to Oxnard to La Hoya,
trying to stay on the "point". The percentage point that gets them paid.
Good year, maybe they make $250 or $300k. Bad year, it's all water washed
down and they're renting a no- view unit in Marina del Rey month to month
- and two months in advance please.
The BMW pulled in the circular drive. Beamers were lined up, valets
taking the cars. It looked a yuppie convention. Two cellular phones in
one, another with two phones and a fax and a laptop! A rolling office,
how did this guy drive the car? When did he go to the bathroom? I didn't
see a portapotty. I pondered the metaphysics of mobile peristalsis as I
mingled as merry as a greeter at a funeral home.
I introduced Joan as my wife. The invitation came by way of a buddy who
had gone to a few of these combination cult sessions and fun time revues.
I was supposed to be a hot new Rolls salesman from Boston, out here to
make the big Beverly Hills numbers.
I marked time until the show started. Joan stayed quiet. That was a
definite plus. There was a commotion at one end of the room and people
were taking seats. And then Dr. Helen Troy was talking.
She was petite, dark, and very finely featured. Her voice was chirpy in
the way you think cheerleaders and beach bunnies are supposed to sound.
Her black dress was tastefully cut but I had no trouble sizing up the
body underneath. Dr. Troy had my attention.
"Good Evening, Friends. Tonight is a special night. We have new friends
with us and I'd call on them to stand and introduce themselves." As the
newcomers came across the room, I took my turn, along with Joan, to say
hello to the greed clones. "And why is tonight special?"
"Because tonight, we're just going to have fun. Let's blow off some
steam, get loose. I think you have all been working too hard and you need
the added fun of some silliness." It was like listening to your little
sister trying to talk you into tying all of mom's clothesline in a knot.
Sort of infectious. I could get into that, more than the company of my
"wife" for the night, Joan Dalton. She hadn't smiled yet.
Barking dogs and clucking chickens, three wives joining the topless
dancer set, it was all sort of harmless. Every stunt had been done to
death. You could feel comfortable with what Dr. Troy was doing.
It was our turn. Joan and I went up to the front. I knew how to resist
being hypnotized. I sank down into myself and concentrated on my
autographed baseball. Divided consciousness, that's the trick. I 'read
about it in a magazine waiting for a plane in the Priority Flyers Club at
O'Hare.
"Please raise your arm, Clint." Sure, I'll go along. My arm slowly came
up. "And please sit down."
I was seated with my right arm in the air. Dr. Troy turned her attention
to Joan.
"Joan, please lie, face down across Clint's lap." Joan, blank faced, put
herself across me, her tight rump right in front of me. "Clint, Joan has
been very bad. She deserves a very severe spanking. I want you to spank
her. Spank Joan until she cries and wets her panties."
I wasn't going to do this. I might blow the cover but I don't do this
kind of thing. And there was no reason to think that Joan Dalton wanted
to play this thing out. I put my arm down. I stood up and held Joan to
keep her from falling.
SMACK!! Joan cried out. My arm rose for another sturdy whack. "Joan, I
want you to count each spanking and thank Clint for spanking you so
well." SMACK! !
"Tw, Tw, Two. Clint. Thank you."
SMACK! !
"Three, Clint. Thank you."
SMACK! !
"Four, Clint. Thank you."
SMACK! !
"Five, Clint. Thank you. "
SMACK! !
"Six, Clint. Thank you."
Joan was starting to cry. I kept up the regular flailing of her buns.
When she squirmed, I held her tighter.
The crowd was loving it. I could hear the laughter and applause. Joan was
up to forty-five when she cut loose. I could feel her urine soaking my
slacks. A puddle formed on the floor.
"Let her up, Clint." Of course I'll let her up. "Joan, show everyone your
red ass." Joan turned her back to the audience and raised her skirt.
Panties down, she sobbed as she displayed her newly painted red bottom.
"Clint, you are incredibly aroused. You have never been so sexually
excited. Joan, your spanking has turned you on. You are dripping wet. You
want Clint to rape you, to tear your clothes off and use you until you
scream."
Joan looked so hot. I could feel my cock tenting my trousers. Joan looked
back at me. Her hand was reaching for me. I remember grabbing her and
kissing her. She was fumbling for my belt. First, I came in her mouth and
then we rutted like animals on the floor. I came, she came, we both
humped each other without pause.
"Stand up, Clint. Joan, you can get up too." Rumpled, soiled, we stood
there, awaiting Dr. Troy's pleasure. She whispered something into Joan's
ear. Joan looked confused but, then, she smiled. And she whispered into
my ear. What did Dr. Troy say?
We were walking back to our seats. Everyone was applauding. I should feel
embarrassed. I just screwed and spanked my client. Joan should be trying
to figure out when she can escape and file rape charges. I look at her.
Joan has a soft happy smile on her face. I feel good too.
They like us. We are part of the crowd. We're accepted! Joan is well
fucked and I'm feeling pretty loose too. Been too long between good pussy
like that. Was that my thought? I don't usually think like that.
We smoothed out our clothes and mingled. Everyone was so friendly. I felt
right at home. As we left, Dr. Troy gave Joan a little kiss on the cheek
and said something in her ear. She did the same to me. What did Dr. Troy
say?
I took the Pacific Highway towards San Vincente, intending to cut up
through Brentwood and into the city. Why did I miss my turn?
I pulled into a vacant lot in Venice. It was dark, just a few joggers
passing. I unzipped my trousers. Joan pulled up her skirt. I had myself
very rigid and I could smell the odor of Joan's vagina when the black
limo pulled along side.
"Hello, Clint. Hello, Joan." I like Dr. Troy, she's so polite. "I see
you're playing nicely, just as I told you to." Our hands were still
pumping away. I could hear Joan shiver and groan through another orgasm.
My hand was slick and I was still at it. It was starting to hurt.
"Here Joan, this is for you." The dildo wasn't the biggest I had ever
seen but it made Joan's eyes bulge. She started working inside herself.
"And for you, Clint". I took the cock restraint and started to lace
myself into it.
Well now, that's so much better. Clint, Joan, or should I say, Clinton
Crayle and Mrs. Larry Dalton."
Shit, this was going to be trouble. I pulled the strap that separated my
balls into twin leather covered hard spheres and waited for the bad news.
"Did you think I wouldn't be watching for you? Let's be adult about this.
I had to expect that someone would notice that the husband of a wealthy
heiress had vanished and look into the matter. Discreetly, of course. And
viola, you appear, Mr. Crayle. I've followed your career.
"Indeed, I'm a real fan. Some of your clients became my clients, trying
to rid themselves of unwanted and unnecessary feminine habits." Dr. Troy
checked the straps on mv restraint, notching more than one cruelly tight.
Joan was plunging the dildo into herself now.
"I have to do something, not only about you but about the trail that
leads you to me." Dr. Troy signaled and a female chauffeur opened the
limo's rear door. Another female, dressed in black knit got out. "Please
get out of the car, both of you." It was hard to move in my restraint. My
balls felt like they were being crushed. Joan was squatting on the ground
in order to keep up her self-invasion.
"Mr. Crayle, I've decided to hire you myself. You know where any loose
ends I left are. You can go back and erase the trail you followed to me.
But there is one requirement. I only employ women. As you can see only
very attractive women. So we'll have to feminize you quite a bit. But
then, you're so good at that."
My cock stood at leather bound attention. I wanted to run. Instead, I let
Dr. Troy clip a silver leash to the D-ring at the tip of my cock sheath.
"And you, Joan Trent Dalton, what shall we do with you?"
"Ever consider a career in the movies. Take up where Daddy left off. No,
not as a producer or a director. As a star! A glamorous screen star, all
tits and ass and pouting lips." Joan was fighting it. I could see the
hatred in her eyes. Maybe that was the way out. Hate Troy enough to beat
her. Joan was trying to halt her hand's steady pumping.
"I want you to learn the business from the bottom up. First, walk-ons and
bit parts. The costume set-pieces and then, starring roles. Opposite the
big names, all the leading ladies." I caught Joan's eye. We were in this
together and I wanted her to know that. I had been through this before
and this looked as bad as it had ever been. But if she kept fighting, I
didn't know, maybe she'd do better than I had.
"Depending on how long it takes Mr. Crayle to cover my tracks, you could
have quite a career. In adult films. I'd love to see you in some lesbian
bondage." Dr. Troy was stroking Joan's face.
"Have you ever eaten pussy, my dear?" Joan trembling shook her head.
"That's part of your education I'll complete tonight." Dr. Troy murmured
something to Joan and Joan rose. Our car was being driven off. Dr. Troy
suggested I get in next to Joan. As we drove through the night, Joan
still plowing herself, I rigid in leather, Dr. Troy watched us, her
amusement all over her face. Joan looked at me and daddy's hard crust
gone, I could see what I missed before. She was very afraid and alone and
had just wanted a man to say everything would be okay. What would she say
when my figure was better than hers?
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