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Kryztal Part 1 (of10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004
Kryztal Part 1: Thelid to Pandora's box was ajar .
CarolineBlaine was beautiful, haughty and a perfect bitch.
Perhapsthis was why she was so successful as a lawyer. Caroline had the capabilityof going ruthlessly for the jugular while smiling sweetly at the judge. Shehad everything – beauty, career, a refined accent, and a handsome husband.
Life,on a superficial level, was great but in those rare honest moments, Carolineadmitted cautiously that, perhaps, there was something missing.
Carolinewas a rarity in Hollywood as she was truly a natural blonde. That hair, togetherwith legs to her armpits, large breasts, honey coloured skin and a warm andsensuous smile, made her the stuff men dreamed of and women envied.
Eventhough Caroline had lived in California for ten years, she scrupulously maintainedher English accent; in fact she became more British as the years went onas it gave her a distinct and different image. Caroline hadn't been backto London for six years and sometimes wondered what her old school friendsin Chelsea would think of her now.
Itwas a different time, a different world ,she would tell her self when old memories came back, Iwas a different person to what I am now.
Thefirm of lawyers that employed Caroline saw her as the perfect addition totheir partner ranks - a beautiful young woman with a stylish English accentwho was not ashamed to be a carnivore in the courtroom. Only in Hollywoodcould a lawyer look like a movie star while the movie stars looked and actedlike lawyers.
Italso helped Caroline's image that her husband of almost ten months was alsoa successful Hollywood agent and as ruthless as he was handsome. Hal hadbeen blessed with perfect teeth, dark brooding eyes and a crooked grin thatseduced women and put men off guard before he crucified them with delight.It was said around Hollywood that nobody closed a deal like Hal Blaine, nobodycould outwit or out-negotiate Hal Blaine.
Originallyfrom Georgia, he had spent several years in Boston before moving to Californiaand his dress sense was impeccable. He favoured expensive American suits,crisp shirts with glittering cuff-links and, of course, always the perfecttie. In an industry where 'California Casual' was the fashion, he stood outas a man of style and a man that women always noticed when he walked intoa restaurant.
Carolinesometimes thought the suits were just a little ostentatious and a littleshiny for her tastes, not subtle and refined like the English or Europeansbut, she told herself, it was Americaand Hal was certainly one of the best dressed men in her circles.
Healso had a voracious but casual appetite for sex. Caroline accepted the sexalthough she never achieved a real connection to it. Sex was something menneeded and she accepted her lot as one who gave when the mood suited her.
Onthe surface, Hal and Caroline appeared to be remarkably suited to each other.
Andthey were, but not truly until Kryztal came into the picture.
BeaRutledge was the most successful Madam in Hollywood and her girls only providedtheir special and discrete services to stars. Anybody that was making lessthan three point five million a movie could not get near one of Bea's girls;Bea's girls were special,and had specific tastes that would appeal to certain producers, directorsand stars. A date with a BeaGirl was not a simple fuck,it was an event worth paying for, and paid they did, and then paid extrato remain anonymous.
Beawas not the stereotypical owner of a high class escort service; if they madea movie about her she would, of course, be played by some blowsy blonde,addicted to cigarettes and cheap cracks – Hollywood producers lovestereotypes. Instead, she was short and slight with dark hair cut in a pageboystyle, and she dressed severely in men's clothes and always wore dark glasses.
Itwas rumoured Bea preferred women and had told Julia, a famous actor, that,'Men think with their cocks, thank God! If they didn't, I'd be broke andI wouldn't have my lodge in Aspen. Women think with their hearts,' she hadsaid softly, gently stroking the inside of Julia's wrist.
Itwas also rumoured that Bea and Julia spent a week in a famous Hollywood hotelsuite where they played many games that involved a dildo imported from Hollandthey had nicknamed Frederic. Apparently, so the story goes, when the epicweek ended, Bea gave Frederic to Julia, who had it mounted on an polishedstand and put it in her hall closet next to her Oscar.
Unfortunately,the law enforcement officials didn't turn a blind eye to Bea's business activities.She always blamed the ultra conservative right wing of American politics,but not too loudly as a great deal of the conservative senators and congressmenwere actually customers.
Apparently,these conservative politicians enjoyed being flogged by a beautiful girlcalled Tanya dressed as a catholic schoolgirl. Tanya, who was twenty-fourbut appeared to be sixteen and specialised as Bea'sSchoolgirl , always tookto the flogging with relish and left her conservative clients gasping inpain. Sometimes, when she was watching television with her lover Sonja, shewould giggle when she watched her customers secretly wince at press conferencesor in interviews.
But,political hypocrisy and desperate image consultants prodded the law intoaction and, therefore, Bea had to spend a healthy amount each year to retainthe services of an accomplished firm of L.A. lawyers.
Andthat firm was where Caroline worked.
Fromtheir first meeting, Bea and Caroline hated each other immediately and intensely.That meant, of course, that they were exceedingly polite to each other andsmiled a lot. Men had no idea as to the extent of the mutual hatred betweenthe women and sat in blissful ignorance in a minefield of hate. Women wishedthey could get out of the room before either Bea or Caroline produced a weaponof mass destruction from their Louis Vuitton handbags and dropped it on thepolished conference room table.
'Prostitutionis such a tawdry case,' Caroline had smiled sweetly at Bea, 'but I believethe current crack down will disappear soon and your hookers will be safeto walk the streets again.'
Beainwardly seethed. 'My girls don't walk the streets, as well you know. Theyoffer services far more detailed and caring than a quick roll in the hay.I imagine a quick roll in the hay with the lights off is what you occasionallygive that new husband of yours, poor dear.'
'Howdare you!' Caroline flushed deeply. 'Our sex life is very full, not thatit's any of your business!'
'Butit is mybusiness,' Bea smiled thinly, gathering her handbag, 'Hal has a standingappointment with my girls every week.'
Carolineblinked and gaped as Bea opened the door. 'He comes for what he can't getat home,' was her parting shot. 'Call me if you want to know what he likes.It would appear that I know,but you don't!''
Thatnight, Caroline almost attacked Hal and was very aggressive in their lovemaking.Why, she even forced herself to suck his cock for a few minutes before sittingastride him and ramming him into herself. All the time she was mechanicallyfucking her husband with an obsessed vigour and energy, Bea's taunting wordshaunted her.
Shecouldn't sleep and stared at Hal's sleeping face. Beawas lying , Caroline toldherself, she had to be! Whywould Hal go to her girls? I let him fuck me regularly, don't I? He lovesme, doesn't he?
Itbecame an obsession and, at last on Monday, she shamefully called Bea. 'Wantto know what Hal likes?' Bea had mockingly asked in a voice laced with silkentriumph.
'Yes,'Caroline had admitted, face red and feeling like crying. 'Yes, I do.'
Beagave her an address. 'Be there at two-thirty on Wednesday. You'll get tosee what floats Hal's boat.' Bea was laughing as she disconnected the call.
Carolineshowed up at the appointed time dressed in a simple business suit and waited.Bea entered, as usual wearing dark glasses and they air-kissed with restrainedhatred. 'This is Caroline,' she said to the two women standing beside herin black Armani pants suits. 'She wants to see Hal in action.' The womennodded and Bea slid some papers across her desk. 'Sign this, it's just astandard disclaimer for entering these premises.'
Carolineglanced at the papers but she was so upset at what was happening, so obsessedby it all, that she committed the number one sin of lawyers – she didn'tread the documents before signing them.
Beasmiled. 'Go with the girls and you will see what Hal likes.'
Thewomen led Caroline to a room with a large four-poster bed. 'I am Breanne,'one said, 'this is Zoe, take your clothes off.'
'What?Are you kidding…'
'Takethem off or we will take them from you,' Breanne said calmly.
'We'dmuch prefer if you struggled,' Zoe said with a cruel smile and Caroline suddenlyfelt frightened. 'We always enjoy a good struggle.'
'Idon't…'
Breannestepped forward and slapped Caroline hard across the face, so hard the forceof it sent her reeling across the bed. 'Get naked, slut, or there will bemore!'
'But…'
Zoegripped a handful of Caroline's hair and tugged it viscously before slappingher again. 'This isn't a courtroom, sister. We don't do debates!'
Tearsrolling down her wounded face, Caroline kicked off her shoes while she unbuttonedher coat. The two women stood with arms folded, smiling until Caroline wasdown to her coffee coloured lace bra and panties.
'Please…'she began but Breanne wouldn't let her continue.
'Naked,or I'll let Zoe take them off you!'
Sobbingincoherently, hoping the nightmare would be over once they stole her clothes,Caroline unsnapped her bra, and shimmied out of her panties.
Zoecalmly gathered the clothes and Caroline stood with one arm across her breasts,the other covering her crotch. 'I've seen it all before,' Breanne said wearily,'you've got nothing new and nothing special, baby.' Disdainfully, she offereda small drawstring bag. 'Jewellery – rings, watch, earrings, bracelets,put them all in here.'
Woodenly,Caroline complied, dropping her various pieces of jewellery into the bag.'Hair clip,' Breanne prompted and Caroline removed it, her hair falling forward.
Zoereturned without the clothes and then both of them advanced on Caroline.'What do you want…'
Breanneslapped her again and Caroline fell on the bed. Suddenly, leather cuffs werewrapped around her wrists and then attached to ankle cuffs so she was lockedin an uncomfortable position, wrists to ankles, knees bent and exposed, soexposed.
Thedoor opened and Bea entered, smoking a pink cigarette in an ebony holder,smiling. 'Now, that's much better. That has to go,' she said, gesturing atCaroline's pubic hair, 'he may recognise it.'
'Please…'Caroline whimpered, trying to move, but whatever position she tried, herpussy was openly exposed, her large breasts rolling over her rib cage, nipplesstirring.
Breanneignored her and the other woman held Caroline's legs apart as Breanne switchedon the clippers she had suddenly produced. 'No…!' Caroline's headmoved from side to side in her humiliation as the clippers ran roughly overher sensitive groin. Zoe winked at her, sprayed her crotch with shaving latherand proceeded to shave. 'Don't move,' she warned and Caroline tried to buryher head in the bedclothes to hide from her own shame and Bea's mocking eyes.It was done, so smooth, and Zoe calmly removed the shaving cream with a fluffyblue towel.
Carolinehad always privately referred to her vagina as her 'bits' and now her bitswere so clearly visible. It was impossible for Caroline not to see her baldcrotch; she stared down at it, her large intimate lips gleaming pinkly againstthe smooth skin.
Breannebeckoned to Bea and pointed at Caroline's crotch. 'Look,' she said and Carolineturned her head away in shame as Bea leaned forward to look at her newlyshaven groin.
'It'sa birthmark,' Bea announced and Caroline knew Bea had identified the smallalmond shaped birthmark on her inner left thigh, situated where her leg mether groin. 'He might recognise it, so cover it.'
Zoeapplied a thick coating of a flesh covered plastic skin over the birthmarkand Bea smiled down at the red faced Caroline as they waited for it to dry.
Breanneand Zoe approached Caroline, both carrying bottles of scented oil. DespiteCaroline's protests and her horror at having two women intimately touch her,the women oiled every part of Caroline's body so she gleamed in the lightand smelled of a musky exotic perfume. The oil, in Caroline's horrified eyes,made her large breasts look lewd and her now-bald bits, obscene.
'Whyare you doing this?' Caroline cried but the three women ignored her.
'Thehair,' Bea instructed, exhaling smoke and Breanne snapped a rubber cap overCaroline's hair, holding it close to her skull while she fitted a brightred wig on Caroline's head.
'Aredhead,' Bea said maliciously, 'Hal loves to fuck redheads!'
'I'llsue you,' Caroline bawled. 'I'll see you in prison, you…'
'Idoubt it,' Bea said evenly, 'you signed a release, baby.'
Aleather hood was snapped on which covered her upper face to her nose, leavingher mouth and chin free, then closed around her throat. The ponytail of fakered hair emerged from a hole in the rear of the hood and Breanne locked iton with a gold lock.
Theypried her mouth open and inserted a ring gag so her mouth was forced to forman 'O' and she couldn't make intelligible sounds. She drooled, her eyes rollingin the eye slits of the hood as they also locked it shut.
Breanneused the same blue towel to clean the make up from Caroline's lower faceand then applied thick lipstick in a shade of orange Caroline would not benormally caught dead in.
'Rollher over,' Bea said, stubbing her cigarette out in a large glass ashtray.Caroline tried to resist but found herself face down, her head turned tothe side and her fleshy bottom pointing to the roof, knees bent and her entirecrotch obscenely displayed.
Suddenly,she felt hands around her waist and she was lifted up while an enormous roundcylinder of a cushion was slid under her breasts. When she slumped down onit, she was bent with knees on the bed; her upper body hanging over the cushionso her breasts wobbled free and her head hung uselessly. All the time, Carolineknew her legs were forced apart and she was helplessly displayed.
'Tattoo,'Bea snapped and Caroline tried to protest but her mouth could not form words,spittle rolling from her gaping mouth. 'Don't worry,' Bea laughed, 'it'snot permanent.' A transfer was applied to Caroline's bottom on her left cheekand, in black, it said simply 'Pain Slut'.
'Turnthe lights down low,' Bea instructed the others, 'our friend here is probablyonly used to being fucked in the dark.' Bea knelt down so her face was closeto Caroline's. 'The tattoo says Pain Slut,' she said softly, 'and that'swhat you're going to be because it's what Hal likes. I don't think he'llrecognise you with the hair, bald cunt and the tattoo but, then,' she laughed,'he just might… you might have a highly individual cunt that he'llrecognise it immediately.' She patted Caroline's arm. 'I doubt it though.Men are so unobservant and a cunt is a cunt when their dicks are hard.'
Thewomen left Caroline alone in that ignominious position, face down, wristsand ankles connected so her knees were bent and her wobbling bottom and bitswould be the first thing that anybody entering the room would see. Then,they would see her breasts hanging like udders over the cushion. Stupidly,the vain part of her wondered why they didn't leave her in a more flatteringposition.
Sheremained like that for ten minutes and then the door opened again. From thecorner of her eyes, she saw Bea standing in the door way, her arm linkedwith Hal's as both looked in. 'This is Kryztal,' Bea said. 'She's new andshe likes what you like. From opposite ends, of course,' she laughed.
'Shelooks great,' Caroline heard her husband's voice. 'You've got her all readyfor me?'
'She'sa submissive pain slut and we treat her that way. Of course, she loves it.'
'Okay,thanks Bea,' and, to her horror, Caroline saw her husband kiss her enemy'scheek.
'Oh,don't worry about condoms,' Bea said with a laugh, swinging the door shutbehind her.
'Yousure?'
'Sheloves bareback and she's clean.' The door shut and Caroline was alone withher husband.
'Well,hello Kryztal,' Hal said, his fingers lightly tapping Caroline's oiled andgleaming bottom. Caroline gurgled in the gag and then cried out as Hal slappedher bottom hard. Then he slapped it again and again until it was coveredwith red marks and it was stinging. Caroline felt humiliated and used but,strangely, she also felt aroused.
There'snothing I can do , shetold herself, I'm helpless,go with the flow; Hal comes quickly so it will be over soon.
Sheheard him undressing and then rummaging in the chest of drawers. 'Bea alwaysleaves me some toys,' he suddenly said, and Caroline tried to turn her headto see what he was doing.
Hishand slapped her bottom again and she gurgled into the gag, then suddenlyscreamed as she felt him clamp something sharp over her nipples. 'I thinknipple clamps are great, don't you, Kryztal?' Hal laughed as she wriggledand moved but it just made her breasts move all the more.
'I'mgoing to have fun,' he said, suddenly close to her ear, fingers roughly kneadingher breasts, 'and I don't give a fuck if you do. It's my dime and I'm havingfun.
Carolineyelped into the gag as two fingers pushed into her pussy, moving deep andsearching. 'You are apain slut,' he murmured, 'you're so wet.'
I'mwet , Caroline asked herself, I'menjoying this ?
Whistling,he removed something from the drawers and Caroline felt him buckle a widestrap around her waist, sliding it between her skin and the cushion, pullingit cruelly tight. A vibrator slipped into her pussy, moved in and out ina slow maddening rhythm and then was suddenly removed while fingers pushedsomething wet and cold on her bottom. No ,she silently screamed, notthat, please not that, not my bottom!
Thevibrator began its relentless journey into her anus while Caroline gurgledand spluttered into her gag, drool escaping from her desperate lips. Suddenly,she felt a second vibrator slipping easily into her pussy and she was sofull, so violated. The vibrators hummed into life and Hal connected anotherstrap to the belt around her waist, jerked it between her legs and fastenedit back to the belt, keeping the two pulsing vibrators securely in place.
Halmoved to the front, shoved his cock deep into her mouth that was held openby the gag and began to fuck her face. 'Make me happy, baby,' he said warningly,'or you'll regret it. Come on, lick and suck.'
Tearswere forming in her eyes. Her bits and bottom throbbed to the vibrators,her nipples painfully aware of the clamps, and Caroline desperately beganto suck and lick her husband's cock with a vigour she had never before shown.
'Pathetic,'he said succinctly, removing his cock and jerking the clamps from her nipplesin one swift movement.
Thepain was enormous, worse than when he applied the clamps, and Caroline shriekedinto the gag, her body rigid with the pain, her head turning from side toside while she tried to ignore the waves of agony.
Blinkingthe tears from her eyes, she saw his cock was in front of her face. 'Tryagain, bitch,' he said softly.
Carolinelunged for that cock, bringing her head over to it as quickly as she couldbefore he did anything else to her. Hal slipped the cock into her mouth andsmiled as she slavishly licked and sucked, trying to make him come so hewould stop, leave her alone, anything!
'Youare the worst cock sucker I have ever met,' he said, removing his cock andwalked to the drawers, ignoring Caroline's gurgling pleas.
Hereturned with a strange device, a stubby handle that had many straps of leatherattached to it and she stared at it, eyes wide, as he laughed quietly.
Forthe next twenty minutes he relentlessly used the flogger over her ass andback while the vibrators churned within her. Her muffled screams of painbecame pleas of desire as her skin glowed red.
Onand on, he flogged – her bottom, her thighs, her back, nowhere wassafe, and Caroline felt as if she was just one moaning animal of lust, tryingto move her clit against the leather of the belt that was tightly fastenedover her crotch. For the first time, Caroline's entire body was alive withlust and connected to sex. The lid to Pandora's box was ajar.
Haldropped the flogger on the bed and surveyed his handiwork. The slut's skinwas red hot and he unfastened the leather straps and laughed as the vibratorin her pussy immediately slipped out, lying glistening on the bed. With anotherlaugh, he jerked the vibrator out of her bottom and Caroline moaned intothe gag, the bedclothes wet from her saliva.
Withoutany thought or concern for her, he fucked her and fucked her hard. Touchmy clit , Caroline silentlypleaded, please ,but Hal ignored her clit and focused on her cunt, ramming that large cockof his in and out.
Almostcasually, he pulled out, leaving her vacant and empty, wanting more and,walking around, pushed his cock into her mouth. 'Last chance,' he whisperedand she desperately sucked, tasting herself on his cock.
Witha grunt, Hal came and his cum flooded her mouth while he forced her to continue,forced her to swallow until he finally pulled out, leaving her still facehanging down, his semen trickling through the hole in the gag, dripping onher dangling breasts
Ina daze, desperately wanting to cum herself and still tasting his cum, sheheard Hal dress and then saw dollar bills flutter onto the bed next to herhead. 'There you go, pain slut,' he laughed.
Halturned to go but then returned as if he had thought of something and Carolinefelt his fingers on her bits, feeling something hard being forced insideher. It was bigger than the vibrator and filled her, making her want so muchmore.
Hewas chuckling as he left and Caroline felt something light caress her thighsand ass. He's inserted thehandle of that whip thingy in me ,she realised with horror and shame, he'sleft it there for them to see .
Atthat point, Caroline really wanted to die. It was an intense contradictionthat she also wanted desperately to cum, that she was vibrantly and sexuallyalive.
Ashort time later, Breanne, accompanied by Zoe, entered and calmly unstrappedthe gag from around Caroline's head. Gratefully, Caroline began to flex herjaws as the hood was unlocked and removed, as was the wig and skullcap.
Breanneput the items on the chest of drawers while the other woman released Caroline'sankles and wrist. 'I'll let you get that out,' she said with a smile, pointingat the flogger that poked from Caroline.
Facebright red, Caroline gently pulled it from her glistening wet bits and droppedit with disgust on the bed.
Groaningand wincing with pain, Caroline shakily got to her feet as Breanne put herclothes on the bed. 'There's a bathroom there,' she said, pointing at a smalldoor Caroline had not noticed before. 'Be quick, we have to get the roomready for the next client.'
Carolinetottered into the bathroom. Her entire body was aching; her back, her bitsand bottom and especially her nipples, which felt as if they were on fire.Her face felt as if the gag had mashed it and her bottom cheeks were burning.'Oh, no,' she murmured when she saw the red marks over her back and bottom,'how will I ever explain these?'
Bea,flanked by the other two women, was waiting for her when she reluctantlyemerged from the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and walking gingerly.
Unableto look Bea in the eye, Caroline looked around for her handbag, saw it, andpicked it up. 'I put his tip in your bag,' Bea smiled coldly, 'hookers alwayswant their money.'
'Youbitch,' Caroline said quietly, eyes lowered, just wanting to get out of theroom.
'Iwonder what Hal would think if he knew he had shoved the handle of a floggerinto his wife's cunt after flogging her? Oh, don't worry,' Bea sneered whenshe saw Caroline's face go white at the thought, 'it will be our little secret.I imagine it would be difficult for you both to go on with your marriagewhen all your dirty secrets were out. How would you smile sweetly at eachother over the breakfast table if you both knew? Pass the orange juice dear,and why did you push that flogger handle in my cunt last night?' Bea foundthat hilarious and laughed loudly.
'Fuckyou,' Caroline said, pushing past.
'Ithink you were the one who got fucked,' Bea laughed, 'and I think you likedit.' The other women grinned when they saw Caroline's face flush. 'Give mea call if you want to come back, Kryztal,' Bea mocked, 'we've always gota slot on our roster for a pain slut!' Caroline slammed the door behind her.
Resistingthe urge to rub her smarting bottom through her skirt, she walked gingerlyto the street, searching for a cab and wondering how she was going to hidethe marks from Hal. She had no idea what would happen if Hal realised thatCaroline knew of his activities and had even witnessed them first hand – reallyfirst hand.
Itwas a hateful experience she had endured but despite all her faults, Carolineactually loved Hal and believed, no, hoped ,he still loved her.
Inever knew he was such a dominating man ,she thought, searching the street for a cab, sorough and powerful . It'sa pity , the thought slippedinto her mind, that hedidn't let me cum .
'Taxi!'
End Kryztal Part1 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004
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