Crystal

Two months ago he had taken the job from Mrs Veryon. It was not unusual, he was the man that she always turned to when she needed a little private investigation doing. The rates were pretty good. This time it had been a little harder.

Find Jimmy Scofield!

That was it. A name and no more except for a physical description that could have described any hood in the hood. He had started with his police contacts. He had read the file.

Finally! The effort had paid off and taken him to the green door.

He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked that the camera was ready to use. The door opened as if his premonition had triggered the real world to conform to his will.

Jimmy walked out of the door of the crack house and staggered up the street with the private detective coming up behind. Jimmy Scofield was being sought for three murders, a rape and a sheet of crimes that made him one of the most sought after petty criminals on the streets of Florida. Now he would meet his nemesis.

As he rounded a corner at the end of the block the detective called out his name.

“Hey Jimmy!”

Jimmy turned to look but did not see the man who had called and then ducked into a doorway. He shrugged and walked off whilst the detective congratulated himself at the quality of the photos as well as the fact that his quarry had answered to his name.

Of course. Why Mrs Veryon needed to know where Jimmy Scofield was and what she planned, the detective had no clue. Lawyers were always up to something!

 

*** Crystal Hard. (Part N2.)

 

It was two months since the rape.

Two months since Jimmy and Kenny had disappeared and Crystal had put a detective on their trail.

“What happens when you find them?” asked Millicent. “The police?”

“No way,” came the reply. “We get our revenge, but I can’t think exactly what we are going to do.”

“Beating up Jimmy will do no good. He will brush off his jacket and come back with a knife.”

This was a subject that had been discussed a few times. It was clear that Millicent never wanted to see either Jimmy or Kenny again, but a hatred boiled just beneath the surface that Crystal could feel.

She warmed her hands on its heat every day.

Crystal led her lover down that path that she had determined. It was not as difficult as she had thought it would be. Once Crystal had become her lover she bathed in Crystal’s advice, guidance and instruction.

The bruises and cuts healed, but the inner loathing for men did not.

It festered until Millicent realised that she would never again make love to a man. To have Crystal’s hand inside her, to have a tongue at her clitoris was to be fucked by her lover. She gave it all back and Crystal realised that part of what she had been missing had been affection. Now that she had it she played her cards to appease her baser desires and wants.

Soon it would be Jimmy in her cellar.

He would never stop fighting.

He would suffer for ever.

“I have no intention of just beating him up or giving him to the police,” said Crystal. “What I want to do to him is what he did to you!”

“Rape?”

The word still came hard to Millicent. Now it came firmly and there was an agate look in her eye that told Crystal that she was ready to find out what Crystal was about. The dark place which she lived in, the purpose that filled her heart and her sex.

“Rape!”

“I would love to fuck him to death!”

“My plan is exactly that, darling,” said Crystal breathing heavily now that she realised the time was ripe. “I want to show you what I have prepared especially for Jimmy Scofield.”

She took Millicent by the hand and led her to the cellar. Red, Black, White and Green.

She opened the door to her private hell and revealed the need that was still inside her breast for the moment, but that would burst out fully grown when she had Jimmy Scofield in her power.

“We will fuck him until he is less than human. I will show you how to reduce a man to meat that melts on the palate. When we are finished with Jimmy Scofield we will give him to be fed to the pigs!”

Like Unto Crystal.

It was the dead of night. A pollen of neon dusted the road and the few people who were foolish enough to be out and about at this time of night and in this part of Fort Pierce.

Angel dust was no longer of interest to Jimmy Scofield. Now it was heroin, horse, crap and hard candy, the big H. It left him euphoric and then in deep depression. It made him violent when he got it and violent when he could not! It led him to abandon his contacts with his confederates, like that cunt Kenny that he so despised.

The crack house at the corner of fifteenth and seventh was his best source, all he had to do was get enough money to pay for it. A week before he had gone three days without his supply and he had robbed a gas station with a knife in broad daylight just to get his hands on his fix. Now the narcs were after him and his description was posted on every detective’s wall.

Still he had a fix in his pocket and another coursing through his veins.

Life was good!

A car pulled up. A red sedan. In it was a whore. Jimmy bent to look into the window and found himself staring into the chambers of a revolver that was showing all its chambers full.

“fuck off bitch,” he yelled and reached for the woman with the gun.

For a moment Crystal was in shock. In her imagination Jimmy would get in the car and submit to being cuffed.

In her imagination.

He reached for the gun and did not notice the other woman in the back of the car who snapped a cuff onto his wrist and then onto the stanchion that supported the headrest.

Jimmy pulled at the cuffs and tried to pull his body out of the window as Crystal regained the initiative by pushing the barrel of the gun into his face and releasing the brake.

“In the fucking car, Jimmy, now!” she ordered as the car slid forward in automatic and dragged him with it. The cold metal of the gun slid over his teeth and entered his lips like a rapist’s hard cock.

The car stopped and he pulled himself in the window, into the passenger seat. One hand was still fixed, the other was free, but the barrel was now in his mouth and the hammer was back. Any violent move and he would be splattered, any violent move and the woman who held the gun would be splashed with his brains.

He saw a movement behind and tried to pull away as a hood covered his head and a racketing as something banding the neck of the hood pulled tight. His hand flailed to go for the gun. It was clear that he was going to die, why not at the hands of the bitch with the pistol?

“Jimmy, we just need to talk to you, if you come quietly you may survive this!”

Crystal tried to sound as though she was offering a business proposition as Millicent lined up the cuffs and cuffed his right wrist to the hand grip above the door.

“That’s better now, Jimmy, let’s go for a ride!”

Crystal could scarcely have said anything worse. Jimmy started to struggle like a madman. In his violent world, ‘going for a ride’ could only mean one thing.

A lift to the graveyard.

Crystal at last lost all self-control and pistol whipped him through the hood. “Sit and fucking behave you witless cunt,” she yelled.

The whole thing had lasted thirty seconds, but they had attracted the attention of the two men loafing on the other side of the street. Crystal passed the revolver to Millicent and put her foot down.

The feeling of movement seemed to calm their acquisition and he asked who they were.

“I’m your nemesis,” said Crystal.

“What the fuck’s that?”

“You’ll find out, Jimmy, you’ll find out!”

Cut Crystal.

Jimmy cleaned up and dried out was almost a different Jimmy. Three days with his head in a hood while he went cold turkey. Four days of being hosed down and chained to a wall in a white cell that looked like a weird bathroom.

He was confused.

Revenge for Jimmy was a dish eaten hot and spicy.

Who was doing this to him? Whom had he upset? WTF?

At the end of a week the hood was lifted from his head and he found that he was back in the white room with two women. One of them, the big titted brunette, he recognised from somewhere, but the exact time that they had met baffled him.

The other looked like a whore, rich bitch and hooker all rolled into one. She was the one who had had the revolver in the car. Now she was dressed in a tight latex costume that belonged in one of the pornos that he had made some money as an actor a few years ago. The crop in her hand was long and ended in a curl of leather braid that looked more like a pretty toy than a whip that could flay a man in the right hands.

“So?” he asked insolently.

The whip curled and left a stripe across his thighs, neatly missing his cock and balls but wrapping into the tender skin between his legs.

“He doesn’t recognise you,” said the older woman with the whip.

“I’m not surprised, he saw a different part of me then,” said the large breasted woman as she started to slip her dress over her head.

Her body was smooth, like a bottle. Hairless and pale in complexion. The slit and lips of her sex were a subtle opening between her firm thighs, her breasts were heavy and hung like ripe fruit but her face. The face of Kenny’s girlfriend. The face of the fat bitch that he had raped again and again.

Suddenly Jimmy understood his peril. This was no criminal who wanted money. This was not a man that needed him alive to repay a debt. This was no dispute over the purity of drugs or who was going to go first in a gang rape. This was a woman that he had raped and fucked up the ass. This was a woman that he had pissed on and wanked over. This was a woman that he had beaten, gagged and kicked and now she was in a position to extract her revenge at leisure.

“I should cut your cock off, Jimmy,” she said.

He shook his head in fear, unable to speak for the dread that was filling his mind.

“Can I?” asked Crystal.

“Of course, whenever you like. But first I want Jimmy here to find out what two days of rape is like. But, it may well be a lifetime of rape.”

“Please,” he said in a pitiful voice.

“I’ve heard enough, Millicent, bag him!”

The bag closed over his head as the whip kissed his flesh again, this time above his prick. It kissed and like an evil woman’s manicure, it tore and it left a scratch that wept a few tears of blood.

Through the hood he could hear the two women talking.

“So I have to wait until you are finished before I can cut his balls off?” said the ‘rich bitch’ to the one with the big breasts.

“Honey, just because you have put on the latex does not mean that you can go first every time! You can cut off what you like when I have finished with the fucker…”

From inside the darkness of the hood, Jimmy tried to make his own contribution to the conversation: “Please, I will do what you want…”

It was the sharp retort of the whip that silenced the begging just as Jimmy was starting to get up steam. It cut across his prick like a line of liquid fire and made him cry out with the agony, it told him that these two bitches were really into this scene.

That they were enjoying every moment.

That Jimmy had better come up with a means of escape or he would be in real trouble!

A hand stroked his cock, the finger tips running along he damage that the braided whip had done.

“He can’t get it up,” said the voice of Crystal.

“It’s all the angel dust! They always steal Viagra when they break into chemist shops because the meth kills their little willies!”

“That’s a shame because a hard prick is so much better to play with than a soft one.”

“Hey, don’t worry, he’ll recover in a couple of weeks and then he will be able to enjoy every moment of being fucked by us!” said Millicent as the two women left the room.

Just before the door closed Jimmy heard Crystal make one last comment:

“I have some other ideas too…”

The door closed and he was left to contemplate the part he was to play in their revenge.

The part of the helpless victim.

 

*** Crystal Tipped.

 

Trained?

Jimmy never thought of himself as having been trained by two women. No! What he had developed was pragmatism that was waiting for the inevitable moment when he would overcome these two weak sluts and wreak his own revenge. He just had to await that opening, that moment of vulnerability when he would show them what real fucking meant.

For the moment he was biding his time!

Until then he was submitting…

Tonight was his three hundredth night of confinement. Almost a year of revenge had been taken, more would surely come. Tonight he was caged at the bottom of Crystal’s bed in the Green Room.

Waiting for his owners to arrive.

Millicent wandered into the Green Room and stood contemplating the man who had raped her. Arms and legs were bent and bound at wrists and knees. The whole was tightly ensconced in tight, clear latex, to leave him on elbows and knees.

To her eyes he looked like a contorted dog, a pet ready for her attentions. Soon he would be gone from their lives, the arrangements had been made. Soon her revenge would be passed into other hands…

He looked up at her with animosity in his eyes. She could almost feel the hatred emanating from him in waves. Fear and loathing. It was nothing compared to the distaste that she felt for him.

She smiled at him and bent to reach between the bars of the cage. Her hand ran from the top of his head, down the slick rubber on his back and caressed the wide stopper that nestled between the cheeks of his ass.

Every function of Jimmy’s body was controlled by his two mistresses.

Her fingertips slid to his balls and squeezed them. They were so ripe and ready to be milked. Then his erect shaft. There was no doubt that Jimmy was well endowed. This was the prick that had invaded her pussy and ass. This was the prick that had spurted on her lips. This was the prick that now belonged to her.

She slid her fist up and down the length of his stiff flesh and enjoyed the reaction. His hips betrayed him as they moved to get more traction and fuck the hand that gently brought him to his full size.

Millicent heard her lover enter the room and enjoyed the sight of Crystal in all her glory.

Her heels were high and spiked with bronze. A loose shift of lace allowed Millicent to admire every curve, every crease of that body, but the crop in her hand added a menacing touch to that alluring picture that bode ill for Jimmy.

“Tonight is our last night together,” said Crystal to the pleasure slave. “So we would like to make it special!”

“It’s almost a shame that we are to be parted,” said Millicent with an ironic tone. “Such sweet sorrow.”

Crystal stood behind her lover and allowed her hands to wander over that luscious body. A scar drew a line between her breasts, a reminder of those terrible two days.

“When he goes where we are sending him, he will still be available…”

“It won’t be the same when we watch the films rather than having the star actor with us, doing our bidding.”

“True,” said Crystal as she released the bolt on the cage. “But, I think that we should change our partners every now and again, after all variety is the spice of life! As it is I have an idea in mind that may be of interest to you…”

Jimmy was ushered out of the cage and struggled to get onto the soft surface of the bed. A light kick with the pointed toes of Crystal’s stilettoes made him jump up to where he waited for further abuse.

“Since it’s the last night that the three of us are together, I really think that we should fuck him thoroughly,” laughed Crystal as she touched his bobbing prick with her whip.

“Let’s play a little game of surprise sex with him, shall we?”

Crystal chuckled as she nodded agreement.

“I feel like dressing up this evening so let’s push the boat out!”

Taking a chain she hobbled their sex slave to the bed and went laughing into the adjoining dressing room. Jimmy could hear them laughing as they made their decisions about what fantasy to enact.

‘What had Crystal said about it being his last night here? Surely they were not going to dispose of him?’ he thought as he pulled a little at the chain to see if there was a way to get loose and find some implement to cut the bindings that kept him folded like a piece of human origami.

His eyes were uncovered and he surveyed the room for possibilities. His thoughts were fearful, but that just seemed to excite him. His prick was as stiff as a board and rubbed on the soft silk of the coverlet.

Jimmy knew the price of coming without permission.

The whip!

The Red Room!

They had taken off the steel tube that normally imprisoned his cock for the first time today, there was no way that he was going to make the mistake of climaxing without express permission from his owners.

‘Owners!’ he thought.

Slowly he was bending to the rules of the terrible game of pain and service that they had built like a net around his conscious thoughts. His attempts to escape were feeble and without hope. Almost like a fish thrashing around on the deck of a ship.

‘That bitch Crystal was evil,’ he decided. ‘but, Millicent was worse.’

It had been Millicent that had taken out his teeth. She was the one that had cut the word ‘slut’ into his back with a knife. It was Millicent that did not just enjoy his service, she made every moment torture if she could.