Crystal

He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up her back sharply allowing Jimmy to rip bra and panties off with no problem.

“The bitch is smooth as a bottle,” said Jimmy as he slid a hand between her waxed thighs. “But dry as a bone. Maybe she doesn’t like to be fucked by two real men?”

Millicent started to scream, but it was cut short as Jimmy punched her face brutally and then slapped her with the back of his other hand. It was like slow motion to Millicent.

She saw the erection that his jeans contained.

She saw him pull a flick knife from his pocket.

She felt her arms being pulled up her back by her boyfriend as he offered her to this beast.

A hand brutally opened her pussy while the other held the blade to her face as if he was going to carve her cheek with the razor sharp blade.

It took just a minute to stuff her mouth with her panties and bind her arms up to her neck so that she was ready to be fucked by the two drug filled fiends who were going to rape her.

Jimmy knocked her onto the sofa and kicked her in the ribs.

“Ken, d’you want ass or that cunt?”

“I’ve had the cunt before, I’ll go for the tight entrance.”

Jimmy took a swig of his beer and then poured the rest over the stricken Millicent.

“That’ll grease you up a bit, bitch!” he said as he poured the last of the foam over her slit. “I’ll fuck her and then you can have what’s left over, Ken.”

When she began to kick he ran the blade of the knife across her breast bringing up a thin line of red from nipple to nipple.

“I’ll cut your udders off, ho, if you do that again,” he laughed as he struggled to get his jeans off revealing a fierce erection that sprang from his groin like a truncheon. “Open wide bitch, here I come!”

The prick approached and Millicent opened her legs. She could feel the beer in her pussy, the blood on her chest and the prick rammed home to the hilt.

Jimmy’s idea of a good fuck was a sudden plunge, a vigorous rhythm, a short sharp fuck that tore at her insides. Millicent tried to relax to make it easier, but all she could see was Kenny pulling off his trousers to reveal his half erect cock.

The invading prick withdrew just before Jimmy came so that he could spray her face with his cock. As she was flipped on the sofa to allow Kenny her ass, she felt the warm, sticky goo coursing over her face and invading her lips.

“Taste it and become addicted to my come!” laughed Jimmy as he slapped her and held her legs wide to reveal her ass hole, the target of Kenny’s hardening prick. “I should have gone for her ass, Ken, Maybe I’ll have it after you.”

Kenny started to laugh again; Jimmy was more than amusing he was a veritable fount of wisdom and clever comments. Overcome by the meth that was in his system and the alcohol swilling through his cerebellum he felt alert as never before to every subtlety of his experience.

He lined up his prick and took the plunge…

The next two hours were an abyss of agony and humiliation for Millicent as the two addicts took more meth and more beer on top of it. Jimmy led the brutality. Control, it was all about having godlike power over Kenny and Millicent. He was like a hyperactive film director that led his cast through the hoops of a complex script.

But, at last, the assault was over. For now…

The two men tied Millicent to the toilet bowl in the bathroom and slept on the sofas in sheer exhaustion. They had lived Jimmy’s dream for three hours, fucked Millicent every which way, filled every hole with their cocks and then Jimmy had beaten her for trying to resist.

Naked and vulnerable on the floor he had kicked her with Kenny’s encouragement, for not begging to be fucked again. The final humiliation was when he pissed over her bruises, directing the stream into her spluttering face to howls of laughter from Kenny.

******

They slept all night.

It was when Kenny staggered to the bathroom to see Millicent bound tight to the toilet that he started, in his hangover, to realise that the events of last night had not been a crazy dream.

He stood looking down at the girl who had supported him all of the last year. The woman who had hoped to marry him. The woman that had had romantic dreams that were now extinguished in a stream of piss.

He bent to undo the knots.

To release her.

At that moment Jimmy staggered into the bathroom. He slurred a few words and bent over Millicent to be violently sick into the toilet. Millicent pleaded to Kenny with her eyes; her mouth was gagged with a belt.

“Fucking great night,” laughed Jimmy as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Let’s get some more meth and we can do it all again. It’s always better second time around…”

Kenny stood and looked from Millicent to Jimmy.

This was the moment when he would make his choice and all three of the participants of the drama realised that the choice was Kenny’s. If he decided to release Millicent, Jimmy would not be able to stop him. If he decided for Jimmy then his former girlfriend was doomed to days of intense abuse.

Jimmy was a man who had no qualms leaving a body in the woods…

“What a hangover,” said Kenny. “Hair of the dog. Let’s get some more of that bitchin’ meth and a couple of bottles. It’s time that this slut here,” he looked down at the bruised body of Millicent, “got used to real hard fucking!”

Kenny had decided.

Millicent’s eyes filled with tears.

Jimmy smiled at this victory. Kenny was now his. He owned him.

“I know where we can get some money,” said Kenny as he slipped back completely into his feral self. “That fuckin’ bitch of a lawyer that our slut works for is sure to have loads of cash in her office or house!”

A parting slap and kick from Jimmy was all the goodbye that they gave their sex slave as they grabbed her keys and left the house laughing and arguing whether the office or the house was going to yield the most cash for their next binge.

 

*** Crystallised.

 

Crystal arranged everything before she took the plane to New York.

A van picked up her useless slave, Henry, and at last, after years, he was out of her life. At first he had been the main correspondent for his Aunt Maisy’s trust fund. Gradually she had seen the money as hers and she had schemed to make him break the conditions that his aunt had laid on the fund.

But, Henry had resisted the temptations.

So Crystal had resorted to simply forcing Henry to sign a release and, to cover her tracks, she had enslaved him for her own pleasure and gratification. Now he was used up. Depleted and emptied of resistance. So she passed him on to Valerie, the woman who had helped her entrap him in the first place.

Who knew where he would go?

Perhaps he would find a caring owner, perhaps he would not. Crystal did not really care, that phase was over.

Now she needed to find a new victim.

One that would resist.

One that would try to engage in futile escape as she refined her pleasures and approach to having a slave. A slave that would cry and weep for her.

As she sat on the plane, idly flicking through the inflight magazine thought about the day that she had spent on Long Island! Once before she had been there to meet the women who offered a service that rendered men to chattels. Now she had returned and was flying home without having resolved her problem at all!

None of the slaves that they had had on offer had turned her on. As she looked out of the window at the distant checkerboard landscape below, she realised that she needed something special. Very special.

She needed a slave that was more than a bought man.

Crystal needed to know her slave.

Intimately and personally!

Crystal needed to know how far he or she had fallen. She wanted to use a former relationship to squeeze the pleasure out of the service. To make every little submission, every lick of her cunt, every painful interlude heightened by the contrast.

She wanted to look down and see a person that she knew bring her to climax in pain and servitude.

Like all of the problems in her life, Crystal considered her options.

Mentally she listed all those people that she knew and considered each in turn as a candidate for slavery. She considered the advantages and disadvantages of each with a small frisson of illicit pleasure.

There were her tennis friends and their husbands.

Mostly rich and successful, living in the lap of luxury and high society. They would fall so far when she brought them to her prison boudoir. Perhaps she should capture a couple. That would be so sweet as they watched her destroy their partners before their eyes!

The thought made her sex throb with lust. She could feel friction vanish as lubrication flowed and soaked the silk panties that cosseted her cunt. Just the thought of Jeanette and Wilbur as slaves made her nipples stand and her breathing become heavy.

Of course it would not be easy to add them to a coffle. The police tended to investigate the disappearance of the rich most thoroughly. Perhaps she should aim a little lower.

Her thoughts came to Millicent and Emilia!

Women as slave sluts!

Emilia, she dismissed with a shrug. She was not attractive enough for Crystal. What was the point of destroying a plain person? It was the breaking of something precious that brought the satisfaction of vandalising a person. Millicent on the other hand? She was attractive, quiet and a real diamond in the rough.

An ideal victim.

Sensitive.

Susceptible.

Natural.

She would be ideal for Crystal to subjugate.

Perhaps it was time to taste a little Sapphic love? To crush the spirit of another woman. To penetrate and slowly distort her character until she became a bed toy.

A fuck-doll.

An ass-slut.

‘It will be an interesting experience,’ she thought as she allowed her hand to stray to her lap. She was making up her mind. The fantasy was heading for reality.

The man next to her slept on as Crystal slowly frigged herself to a quiet climax as she considered the idea of having a woman lapping her cunt. Cleaning her ass with her tongue. Pampering her body before suffering torment at her hands.

A woman could be remodelled. Decorated and gradually spoiled before finally being disposed of, for a new challenge.

‘Yes,’ she decided as she climaxed and then risked slipping her hand to push into the hungry maw that lay between her legs. The gash that would soon have a personal slave. The slit that might determine the fate of another woman.

The next challenge was Millicent!

The next orgasm followed…

 

*** Crystal Healing.

 

The call to her mobile in the taxi as she returned from West Palm Beach Airport to her house in Fort Pierce. The delicious thoughts of a Millicent serving her body were still coursing through her mind as she took the call.

Those delicious thoughts stopped in their tracks as the policeman on the phone explained that there had been a break in at her office, and would she please come to the scene to meet the officer in charge of the case?

When she arrived the blue lights had stopped flashing, just one uniformed officer stood by the door and a small crowd stood, aimlessly chatting to the radio reporter who was hoping that she could find at least one person who knew what was going on.

Crystal stepped out of the taxi.

Her legs were not long, but the heels were.

The radio reporter tried to interview her but Crystal pushed past her insistent querulous questions and spoke to the uniformed policeman guarding the door.

Showing her driving licence as ID, Crystal was ushered upstairs to her ravaged office.

“I’m Detective Charmont,” said the man as he showed her his badge with a flourish. “We were called here an hour ago when a witness noticed that the door to the street was open. I’m afraid that your office has been burgled and we need to know what is missing…”

He paused to let her take in the scene of utter chaos that had been wrought on the carefully tended office. Crystal breathed in slowly as she saw that every picture on the walls had been smashed to the floor. That the drawers of her desk lay smashed and forced by all that broken glass.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Veryon, but they seem to have been interested in cash! Did you have a float or any large sums on the premises?”

Her eyes took in the mess, the shit smeared on the walls and her nose detected the smell of stale piss.

“I have a safe. Then there is the petty cash…” she said as she noticed the small tin box that lay broken on the floor. “Perhaps five hundred in the cash box there,” she said. “Mostly small bills.”

“The strongbox?”

“Mostly important documents, client’s accounts, about ten thousand in cash and papers for the trust funds that I administer.”

“Where?”

Crystal went to a wall cabinet that had had the doors ripped off. She looked up at the officer and smiled with relief.

“Here,” she said as she slid the cabinet to the side to reveal the plain door of a safe set in the wall. “Looks untouched.”

“Would you mind confirming that for me?”

Crystal took a deep breath. The safe contained all the papers from Henry’s trust fund and evidence of her money transfers.

“Certainly, anything to cooperate.”

She dialled a code on the door of the safe and swung the door open to reveal the one place in the office that had not been touched by the thieves. A neat stack of papers, a single banded block of one hundred dollar bills and two small locked boxes that contained the evidence of her having robbed and enslaved a man. Robbed, enslaved and raped.