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   This tale is an ADULT experience.  It contains strong sexual content
that is not at all suitable for minors.

   ------------------ CRYSTAL.  ------------------

   Written

   by

   Miss Irene Clearmont.





   This story can be read separately, or be regarded as a continuation of
`Phoenix Rising'.  Be aware that there are spoilers here for `Phoenix
Rising' and that you may wish, therefore, to read that story before you
tuck into this one...

   As you wish, it's your experience not mine...



   Copyright (C) 2012 (Feb) Miss Irene Clearmont

   CHAPTERS.  ------------------

   CRYSTAL A job with prospects.  CRACKED CRYSTAL A service with no
prospects.  LEAD CRYSTAL The solution: A city break.  CRYSTAL METH
Homecoming: Not like home!

   CRYSTALLISED Planned service.  CRYSTAL HEALING Rescue.  CRYSTAL MAZE
Police and planning.  CRYSTAL HARD.  (Pt 1.) Finding Jimmy.  CRYSTAL HARD.
(Pt 2.) Petals unfolded.  LIKE UNTO CRYSTAL Kidnap of a rapist.  CUT
CRYSTAL Discussion over method.  CRYSTAL TIPPED Final fuck.  CRYSTAL LOVE A
career in the movies.



   Women do most delight in revenge.  Sir Thomas Browne Sweet is revenge.
Especially to women.  Lord Byron Where vice is, vengeance follows. 
Scottish Proverb



   ------------------ Crystal.  ------------------ The office was plush and
reflected the opinion that the woman who occupied it had of herself.  Wood
panelling, copies of old masters done in oil and a desk that dominated the
room like a brooding oaken cube.

   Discrete.

   Striking.

   Intense.

   Mrs Crystal Veryon, the owner of that plush office, dressed in the same
fastidious way that she had decorated her office.  With an eye to the
prejudices of her rich clients she was always formal, but also stylish in
the way that only money can define.  The stockings were silk and imported
from Hong Kong, the shoes were spiked with five inch heels and were made
for her in London to measure.  Her tweed suits spoke of serious money while
remaining subdued and prim.

   Since acquiring considerable sums by running a most particular trust
fund she made it her specialised business to make wills and testaments, run
offshore trust funds and act as a legal adviser when her clients came into
conflict with that all pervasive government arm, the IRS.

   Over the last year or two, the actual amount of work that she had been
doing had declined, to the point where her social calendar, hobbies and her
tennis amounted to the greater part of her life.  What was new was that
instead of a new client bringing thousands of dollars in fees to the table,
they were bringing in ten times that amount.

   Of course there was Sarah in the outer office.  All that work required a
fine sense of decorum, which Sarah had in spades.  There was no doubt that
she did an excellent job relaxing nervous clients, preparing documents and
all the other jobs that needed doing prior to Crystal interviewing the
clients.

   The problem was that Sarah was getting married.  Actually that was not
the difficulty, it was the fact that she would be moving from Fort Pierce
to Miami that was the crux of the matter!

   *****

   A timid knock at the door.

   `Not really a good sign,' thought Crystal as she called "Enter!" in a
firm voice.

   The young woman who entered the room was dressed in a cotton summer
frock and ballet style shoes.  In the opinion of the rather severe Crystal,
this interview was not off to a good start.

   "Please sit down," said Crystal, waving her hand at the easy chair that
faced her desk.

   "Thank you, Miss," said the young woman as she settled into the chair
with considerable grace.

   Millicent was the third on the list to be interviewed and despite her
rather casual dress she was an improvement on the gum chewing slut and the
eighteen year old child that Crystal had had the displeasure of
interviewing.  In fact there was something indefinably erotic about the
young woman who sat quietly, waiting for Crystal to begin the
interrogation.

   The interview started with the usual questions about experience as a
legal secretary which Millicent answered with aplomb.  After a few minutes
it was clear that she not only had the requisite experience, but also some
knowledge of Crystal's practice.

   Crystal adjusted herself to the idea of offering Millicent the job.

   "Of course it would be on a probationary basis," she said as she smiled
at Millicent.  "Three months to see if you are suitable and a permanent
post if all goes well."

   "I expected no less," replied Millicent.  "With just one extra pair of
hands in this office you need to find the correct person."

   "I still have two other people to see, so it will be a couple of days
before I can give you a definite answer."

   Millicent stood and glanced out of the window into the street below. 
For a moment the sun shone through her dress allowing Crystal to see her
generous figure as a dark shadow beneath the thin cotton.

   "You have my number," said Millicent as she turned back to face Crystal.

   She noticed the scrutinising look and held out her hand.

   "I am impressed," said Crystal.

   A small shiver passed through her like an electric shock.  Millicent was
certainly attractive.  For a moment her thoughts wandered and she
speculated about Millicent's private life.

   "Are you married?"

   "I have a boyfriend.  Going steady might be the right description."

   "Occasionally you might have to be present for social meetings with
clients which may go well into the evenings."

   "That's fine," replied Millicent.  "Knowing the clients intimately is
important in a job like this."

   Crystal was not quite sure if she had heard the stress on `intimately',
but there was no doubt that this young woman was ideal for her office.

   `I wonder what she would think if she knew about my little hobby,' she
thought to herself.  `I would love to take her to the Green Room and
interview her thoroughly!'

   Another firm handshake and Millicent was leaving.

   ------------------ Cracked Crystal.  ------------------

   The other two interviews had not gone so well.  Both candidates rated as
poor on the legal knowledge, but the second had scored well on
attractiveness.

   `Still,' thought Crystal to herself as she drove home to her mansion by
the still waters of the lagoon.  `Millicent might be ideal but, I am sure
that there is something questionable about her.  Too perfect to be living
in Fort Pierce by half!'

   She pulled in to the long driveway and allowed the car to roll to the
covered area before the house.  Something had tweaked her finely tuned
sense of empathy.

   Taking her case she entered the house by the wide front door.  Emilia,
the maid and cook was just pulling her coat on and preparing to leave.  In
her forties and bustlingly efficient she nodded at her employer and made a
comment.

   "You are looking well this evening Mrs Veryon," she said.  "I left a
note for you but a few words will suffice.  I have prepared a goulash and
salad for you, the salad is in the fridge.  I have covered all tomorrow's
chores as well as todays', because tomorrow is my son's birthday and I will
not be here.  I also wanted to remind you that my holiday starts in a month
so if there was anything special that has to be done before then..."

   Crystal nodded and slipped off her long coat.  "That's fine Emilia, wish
your son a happy birthday from me."

   From her pocket she produced a small packet and presented it with a
smile to her maid.

   "This is for him," she said, "and I will see you the day after tomorrow
so that we can discuss your holiday."

   Emilia thanked Crystal and left the house, locking the door behind her.

   As she headed for the kitchen she noted the pan gently bubbling on the
stove and smiled.  Sometimes it seemed as if Emilia was behaving like a
mother who was worried that her child was all alone.  At other times she
scolded her employer for not finding a man to replace the useless husband
who had died a few years ago.

   If only... If only Emilia knew what the secret of Crystal's love life
was!

   Because Crystal had a special lover who lived with her.

   A man who was truly hers; only for Crystal.

   A man that she had purchased.

   A man that she possessed.

   An unwilling man.

   Henry!

   Tonight he would be hers in the Green Room.  A lover who was so
attentive to his mistress' orders and needs!  She would play with him there
and then later decide if the colour of his luck was red or white or just
plain black.

   There had been a time when Henry had been the most self-willed and
difficult of all the legal problems that she had had.  Now he was just a
doll who submitted to her demands before they were even given voice.  She
had tricked him and bought him from her acquaintance, Valerie when they had
both cheated him of his trust fund.

   Crystal felt a surge of delicious dominance surge through her veins as
she opened the small door to the cellar and descended the steps in a slow
cadence of those little clicks as the heel touches the tile.  She could
feel a swelling in the lips of her pussy as she contemplated her menu for
tonight.

   Red before green?

   Black or perhaps white last of all?

   Each colour was a separate room in her little private hell.  Each room
had a different meaning.  White, the colour of indoctrination, cleansing
and mental anguish.  Red the colour of pain, raw and deep.  Green the
colour of service and abasement.  Black the hole where the slave waited
without distraction.  Immersed in his own fears.

   Devoid of all stimulus.

   As Crystal slid the wine rack aside she wondered how she had managed to
put up with all that sexual molestation and unrequited passion in the days
before she had met Valerie.  Valueless husband, octopus handed boyfriends,
leering men and self-willed males had all played their part in making the
attractive Crystal allergic to sexual contact.

   Then she had met Valerie.  Rich and demanding.  Bitch and owner.

   The woman with a girlfriend who was not only unwilling, but a chattel. A
woman who possessed people like others bought a car or a new television. 
She had promised Crystal nights of sensation, nights of gratification and a
swelling thrill of owning another human being, fully, without compromise.

   The metal door opened, a cell door, a prison door that led to a place
where Crystal was a goddess, a queen, a mistress and a deity that
administered pain and favour at her whim.

   Slowly she walked down the tiled corridor.

   As she went she could feel a sway come to her hips and a trickle of the
juice of her passion trickle to her stocking tops.  She faced the four
doors and enjoyed their import...

   Henry was behind Black.

   Her slave was waiting in the dark.  Surrounded by soft walls, chained to
the ceiling, ready for her attention.

   As always, when she released him from Black, he was grateful for the
contact.  The stimulus took the nightmare away and gave him a momentary
contact that was almost treasured.

   Tonight she looked so business-like.  Heels, of course, but a long skirt
that concealed thighs and knees.  A jacket that covered a blouse that laced
tight to hide those magic breasts.  Hands covered in sparkling jewellery
that had been bought from the trust fund that she had stolen from him.

   He bowed his head and awaited the most important decision of the night!

   Green or Red?

   It was so rare that she pulled him from his slumber to go into the
scratchy hell of White.

   She led him to Red and his heart fell and the fear swelled in his
breast. She was going to punish him, or rather torture him tonight.  She
always had her most violent climaxes when she made him suffer in Red. 
Green was more passionate and White was an almost detached orgasm that left
her thighs trembling for hours.

   Then her hand reached out and she led him to Green.

   He breathed again, his mistress was in search of pleasure-pure tonight,
and if he served as she willed he might get to sleep at the foot of, or
even in her wide bed tonight.  Or maybe in the tight cage at her feet...

   The room was touched by romantic and boudoir atmosphere.  Pictures of
pre-Raphaelite women hung on the walls amidst lavish silken hangings.  A
huge bed, a field of sexual glory, filled the room and velvet concealed the
cupboards where the toys that gave Crystal so much pleasure were housed.  A
dark green carpet so thick that toes sunk into its luxurious surface swept
from one wall to the other.  The only feature that was missing were any
windows, the only indicator that the room was deep underground and was part
of the prison in which Crystal kept her sexual slave.

   Crystal turned to admire her creation, the man who served her lust
unwillingly, the slave who cringed at her touch, but could not but serve
her every debased and perverted need to dominate.

   The collar that was the method, by which he was controlled, shone on his
naked flesh, the cage that confined his prick.  They were his only
adornment.  Crystal only allowed Henry to wear mechanisms of control and
restriction.

   "Wait," she said.

   The word hung in the quiet room like a symbol of her power as she
decided what route she was going to take to find gratification tonight.

   As Henry stood in anticipation and fear, Crystal noted that the dread
that made her sex slut shake and tremble did not stop that prick of his
straining in its cage.  Despite the knowledge that he would be used he
could not help but pant in hope that tonight she would allow him to garner
some small pleasure.

   The hood that she chose was black and tight.  It covered his features
with a shiny, creaseless surface that reduced him to a doll like anonymity.
Satisfied that it looked perfect she admired the effect of the painted eyes
that opened in startled shock and the red lips that now begged to be
kissed, used or abused.  Abused was best.  As she chose more items from her
collection she could feel the tension rise.

   In many ways this was one of the times that she enjoyed the most.  The
preparation, the anticipation, the knowledge that it was she, Crystal who
chose the pain to inflict and the pleasure to receive.

   Tonight Henry would be fucking her; tonight he would be on the brink of
a chasm as she fell into an abyss of gratification pure.

   The dildo, hollow and covered with stipples and small holes allowed
Henry to breathe as she fitted it over his gaping ruby red lips.  It merged
into the mask to become an obscene limb that poked from his smoothed
features.  As he breathed she could hear the breath whistle through those
breathing holes, but she resisted the temptation to clasp her hand over
them and make him suffer.  Not yet.  Not yet!  Crystal even owned her
slave's breath!

   That was to come, but it would not be her hand that would choke him, but
the slick cunt that even now was yearning to be filled to the hilt.  She
led him to the bed, the field of play and pushed him to fall, face up.  The
man with two pricks lay and awaited his fate.  One prick was caged and
impotent the other sprang, lewd and permanently erect from his face.

   Crystal sighed with lust and expectation.

   But...

   Something was missing!  A frisson of resistance from her slave.  He was
so passive, a tool for her use that had been broken and rendered less
attractive by its very passivity.

   As she mounted the man who had become nothing more than an object, she
slipped aside her panties, slid up her skirt and lined up his black prick.
Slowly she sucked it in and was gratified to hear him struggle for breath
as she took her pleasure.  The air shrilled through the holes as they were
closed one by one by her flesh.  His chest laboured and his other cock lost
its struggle to become erect in its little cage.

   As she felt the nubbin at the base of the dildo brush her clitoris she
climaxed.  Crystal slid up and down on Henry's face enjoying the physical
intrusion into her body.  But, the mental joy of superiority over her sex
toy was gone in a single moment of realisation.

   The best had faded.

   Henry was, at last fully destroyed.  The last vestiges of independent
thought had faded to be replaced by passive acceptance.  Instinctively
Crystal knew that by creating the perfect sexual pleasure slave she had
defeated her own purpose and lost the excitement of all that fear that she
had inspired in the young man that she had spent the last year victimising.

   Crystal had discovered a truth...

   That it was the fear and anguish, the pain and resistance, the agony and
false hope that had given the high.  Now, all that was left was a hollow
shell of a slave.

   Total compliance was no diversion for her.

   Henry might as well have been made of plastic.

   She needed fresh meat, a new start.  Crystal went through the motions
with passion.  She sucked one climax after the other from her doll.  But
that's all it was; going through the motions.

   ------------------ Lead Crystal.  ------------------

   Money!

   `You can have all the money you like, but it is the exercise of power
and domination that truly turns me on,' thought Crystal as she sat at her
desk and flicked idly through one of the venture capital brochures that
were sent by investment funds that sought to get her to choose them.  `That
only works if my victim and lover is compelled to serve!'

   Henry was burned out, that was the problem!

   She had put him back into the Black Room and left him there.  There was
no point in using the White Room because he was no longer influenced by
anything that she could do.

   He was beyond her reach!

   Of course she could try to reawaken the fear, but she sensed that he had
retreated to a place where her power over him would never penetrate.  In
one sense he had won the battle, in another sense, Crystal had overachieved
her aims.

   She was bored.

   It had been a week now since the revelation in the Green Room.  Crystal
had fed and watered Henry, but she no longer wanted to use him.  Now he was
nothing but a burden, a weight on her mind, a doubt in her heart.

   With a sigh she laid down the glossy brochure and stared at the cover
pictures of vast houses in Hollywood that she had the opportunity to invest
in.

   `I need a new project.  A new slave.  Something that is challenging,
stimulating and requires planning and cunning...' she thought as her mind
wandered over various possibilities.  `Excitement!'

   It was clear now that she needed to dispose of Henry first.  Then would
come the next step.  The capture and enjoyment of new blood.  Now there was
an interesting thought.  `Was it a male or a female slave that she would
own next?'

   There was no way that Crystal was going to admit that she was addicted
to sex and dominance like a junkie on crack.  She was just going to go to
get her next fix after throwing away the last needle used.

   She reached for the speakerphone and had a word with Millicent:

   "Take the rest of the day off!  I have a private meeting to attend to in
New York.  I will be flying back the day after tomorrow.  So consider the
time paid, but you will be alone tomorrow so you will able to tidy up the
office properly ready for my return on Wednesday."

   Millicent popped her head around the door for a moment.

   "Thanks Mrs Veryon, have a good trip."

   Crystal looked up and smiled.

   Millicent so attractive!

   ------------------ Crystal Meth.  ------------------

   Millicent had her probation under her belt now and was proving to be a
very efficient secretary and helper.  Of course she was well paid.  It
would have been so beneath Crystal to have a cheap worker on the payroll!

   As she drove home she wondered if tonight was the night to propose to
Kenny that they get married?  The job was stable, Kenny had beaten his meth
addiction, the debts had been paid and the future looked rosy.

   Crystal would have thought twice about giving Millicent the job had she
known about the seedy private life of the beautiful young woman!

   But, Millicent was very guarded and kept all her problems from her
employer with great care.  Never a word was allowed to slip about Kenny and
his layabout friends.  The debts that followed in the wake of an addict
almost drowned Millicent, but the job from Crystal had saved her.

   The car journey always took twenty five minutes and was a time when
Millicent could relax and chill in the car.  Then when she got home the
small battles would begin with Kenny!  Months ago it had been so much worse
than now.  Now, the arguments were over details; before, they had almost
come to blows so often that Millicent had run away from Kenny.

   As she pulled up at the small supermarket that they lived over, her
heart fell to see the dilapidated pickup of Jimmy, one of Kenny's old mates
from years ago.

   `Shit, that's all I need,' she thought as she climbed the metal stairs
to the apartment.  `Fucking Jimmy in my flat!'

   Sure enough Kenny and Jimmy were slouched on the sofa with the
television blaring at full blast.  Millicent took in the scene with disgust
as she saw what was showing on the screen.

   Porn.

   Of the very crudest kind.

   A tattooed woman who was being fucked at both ends by a pair of older
men who could barely maintain their hard-ons.  She moaned in synthetic
orgasm as a tumble of electronic music slurred from the television.

   "See how a real slut fucks," was Jimmy's greeting as he lifted a hand in
acknowledgement of her presence.  "Skull fucking, always was my favourite,
care to give it a try?"

   "I wouldn't touch you with her cunt," said Millicent in clipped tones as
she strode to the television and pulled the plug from the wall just as the
`money shots' commenced.

   "I told you that Millie would get aggravated," said Jimmy to Kenny. 
"Get rid of the slut for the night and we'll go and fuck some real women!"

   Kenny started to laugh at Jimmy's comment as though it was the funniest
thing he had heard.

   "Millie is always angry and telling me what to do..." he said.

   "You stupid cunt," said Millicent in a high voice.  "This wanker has got
you all stoked up on vodka and meth; and you tell me where to get off?  I
have a good mind to leave you to rot here, you fucker!"

   "So you don't want a little fuck up the ass after all then?" said Jimmy.

   Kenny was in tears of laughter.

   "Millie does not fuck up the ass, she sucks and fucks, but I'm not
allowed to go there!" said Kenny in between coughing and laughing.  "Millie
`makes love' she never fucks..."

   Millicent stood nonplussed.  On the drive here she had been dreaming
romantic dreams that now foundered on the rocks of reality.  Kenny would
never escape morons like Jimmy who would suck him in and spit him out like
the fuckwad that he was.  Vodka and angel dust...

   She felt a single tear teeter in her eye before it broke free and
trickled down her cheek.

   Jimmy struggled to his feet and made as if to hug Millicent.  She
stepped back and pulled a face.

   "The cute little bitch is crying, can I have her now?" he asked Kenny.
"You promised that I could have the little ho tonight and now she is trying
to escape!"

   "Don't you dare touch me Jimmy, I'd rather cut your cock off with a
rusty knife than allow you to touch me!"

   The phrase took far too long to say...

   Kenny, high on meth, was behind her blocking her fast exit.  His hand
brushed her shoulder and then took a fist full of her thin dress.

   Jimmy closed in and cupped her breasts in his palm as Kenny tore the
dress off her back in one swift motion to leave her standing in bra and
pants.

   "Nice tits, fucking tasty cow with big udders," said Jimmy.  "Like!"

   Kenny started to laugh again.  Everything that Jimmy said was funny to
him in the state that he was in.  Suddenly he was Jimmy's mate again.  The
world was set to rights and Millicent was available for both of them,
whether she liked it or not.

   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.

   "Untouched?" he asked.

   "Untouched!"

   "Good.  Then reseal the safe and we will take you home after a general
question.  The first of which is; who has the keys to your office, because
the door was not forced?"

   "No one," she lied as she thought of Millicent.  "I have a great number
of sensitive documents here.  At the moment I do not even have a
secretary!"

   Why had she lied?  Crystal was not sure, but it was instinct.  There was
no way that she wanted Millicent involved in an investigation.  Not when
Crystal had so much planned for that luscious body!

   "We will need you to come to the station house tomorrow and make a
statement.  What time would be suitable?"

   "In the afternoon at three?"

   "Fine, I'll see you then.  The crime scene will be secure until then as
I am leaving an officer here so you cannot start the clean-up until
forensics have passed through tomorrow."

   *****

   Refusing a ride from the police, Crystal called a taxi and started on
the journey home.  After about five minutes of driving she pulled out her
phone and checked Millicent's address.

   There was a moment's thought and she told the driver to take her there.
Crystal had never been to Millicent's house before, but now she had a
sudden curious impulse.  Just a few hours ago she had been pondering how
she was going to capture Millicent for her own deviant use.  Now she just
wanted to see where she lived.

   It was the raw start of her plan...

   The taxi pulled up at a small row of shops and a supermarket.  Crystal
gave the driver a fifty to wait for her and went for a little explore.  As
she had suspected she found steps to the second floor in the car park at
the back of the supermarket.

   This was where her future slave slut lived!

   Crystal pulled her fur coat around her shoulders against the cold and
slowly ascended the stairs to be faced by a glass door.  Obviously there
was no one home, all the lights were off.

   She pressed the buzzer and waited, but there was no answering approach
from within.  About to turn away, she tested the door handle to find that
the flat was unlocked.

   Curiosity drove her on.

   Of course she had the excuse about the break-in if she was caught by
Millicent.  Crystal just wanted to see the house that Millicent lived in.
There was much to find out about the style in which one lived.

   She opened the door.

   There was a smell of piss that brought her back to the scene of her
office.  Shaking her head she entered the apartment.  Millicent seemed so
tidy and fastidious, why would her flat smell so bad.  A smell of stale
cigarette smoke underlay the smell of festering urine.

   Crystal entered the apartment.

   It was untidy.  Plates smeared with food.  Cartons from takeaways, a
sofa on its back and broken glass.  Wandering from room to room, Crystal
was shocked by the disorder.  Not just disorder; the place was worse than a
pigsty.

   She opened the door to the bathroom door.

   A naked woman, bruised, splashed with blood, tied to the bowl of the
toilet.  Millicent was gagged, savagely.  A belt had been used to hold the
panties in her gaping, but filled, mouth.  Rough rope held her legs open
and circled her large maltreated breasts.  The head of a brush showed where
the handle had been savagely pushed into her ass and needle marks
punctuated her arm with blood.

   Crystal stood a moment, in shock at the picture of degraded womanhood
that lay at her feet.  This was, in crude terms, what she had intended for
Millicent, but to see it like this provoked outrage!

   She bent and undid the belt.

   A lump of cloth fell from Millicent's open lips to the piss soaked
floor. She looked up, one eye almost closed by a massive bruise, and tried
to smile.

   "Kenny," she said.

   "Your boyfriend?"

   "And his buddy, Jimmy..."

   "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

   Using a kitchen knife, Crystal freed Millicent from the ropes and draped
a dressing gown over her battered body and the two of them made their way
to the taxi waiting outside.

   Millicent sat bolt upright in the back seat, tears in her eyes, silent
but wracked by sobs as the taxi took them to Crystal's house on South
Indian River Drive.

   *****

   Crystal helped Millicent to the huge bathroom where, amidst steam and
soft soap some of the past was washed off.  Crystal made a coffee and
poured two brandies before heading back to see how her abused secretary was
managing.

   The door was open, showing the figure of the naked woman just standing
under the flood of hot water like a mature nymph in the pool of a
waterfall. Crystal stripped off her clothes and joined the woman that she
had intended to enslave.

   Somehow, she had moved from that thought and felt genuine distress at
Millicent's treatment.  She took a bar of soap and gently washed Millicent.
Her fingertips coursed over the marks of beatings and the pricks of the
needles.  The palms of her hand soothed Millicent, contact healed some of
the invisible wounds.

   The soap was soft and the lather eased Crystal's hands as she massaged
and stroked Millicent.  She touched those wracked breasts.  Stroked those
cut nipples.  Her hands soothed an ass that had been belt whipped, it slid
into the violated crease and soothed away some of the pain of anal rape.

   Millicent just stood and soaked in the attentions of her boss.  The
woman who seemed so distant became a paradox to Millicent.  The contrast of
the assault of the two drug crazed men contrasted to the attentions of this
mature woman who seemed to know that she could not speak, yet.  That she
could do no more than bathe in the steaming water, smooth lather and gentle
hands of this woman who had saved her from a wet grave in the everglades.

   ------------------ Crystal Maze.  ------------------

   The interview with the police consisted of filling in a number of forms
and signing them.  The inspector seemed distant and that attitude was
confirmed when he told her that there was little chance of finding the
thieves.

   "Probably addicts needing money for their next fix," he commented as he
showed her out of the office.  "When we know more I'll contact you again,
but there are three hundred unsolved such crimes on my desk and I expect to
solve fifty and have perhaps another fifty solved by confessions.  For the
rest there is insurance!"

   So Crystal headed home to her new hobby.  The broken Millicent.

   Forming in her head was a plan that went beyond making her secretary a
slave.  The idea was seeded by their contact in the shower.  It flowered in
her head as she supervised the cleaners and decorators who were to put her
office to rights.

   The idea matured as she headed for home.

   What she really needed was a confederate.  A sister who she could play
her games with!  Crystal needed a partner in crime and the vulnerable
Millicent would be ideal.  She was erotic when exposed; she was ready to be
bent to her mistress' will.  She was in shock and she had lost the man who
she had dedicated so much effort to winning.

   Like a piece of wood in the steam cabinet, Crystal reckoned that she
could bend Millicent to a new form, and that form would stay once the heat
and steam faded.

   Her idea was to create Millicent in her own twisted image.

   A man hating, sexually motivated dominatrix.

   A weapon in her mistress' armoury.

   A friend, a sister a lover.

   A beholden bitch!

   *****

   "Five times, or maybe only four," said Millicent.  "I couldn't tell any
more, it just hurt!"

   Millicent was recounting the rape to Crystal.  She had not asked why
Crystal had not called the police.  She had not asked why Crystal had
appeared at her apartment.  She had asked no questions, she just recounted
the experience of the last two days to her new friend, her saviour, in a
calm and bitter tone.

   "It was the crystal meth," she continued.  "It has destroyed Kenny once,
three years ago, now it will take him the rest of the way."

   "It's not the drug," said Crystal, "It's in him.  He is a delinquent, a
thief and a rapist.  We could tip off the police, since I'll bet that it
was Kenny and Jimmy that wrecked my office."

   "I know that it was."

   Where do you think that they are now?"

   Millicent looked around as if expecting to see them appear any moment in
Crystal's front room.

   "Jimmy said that they would rob your house and your office!"

   "If they come around here then they are making a huge mistake," said
Crystal in a firm tone.  "By now they will be far away off their faces on
booze and meth."

   Millicent almost smiled.

   Crystal could see that she was adjusting to the events of the past days.
The time where she could begin Millicent on the path that she had
determined was a window that was slowly closing.

   "Come with me," said Crystal gently.  "I want to show you something."

   She took Millicent by the hand and led her up the broad stairs to the
bedroom.

   "I just want to tell you something that you need to know about me."

   Millicent stopped on the stairs and turned to face Crystal.

   "I know about you, Crystal.  You are the woman who saved me."

   It seemed so strange to call her boss by her first name in this intimate
moment.  Almost as though it was a forbidden word.  `Crystal'.  She held
out a hand and touched Crystal's cheek in affection.

   Crystal turned her head slightly and kissed those fingers.

   "I need you, Millie.  It was coincidence that I came to your apartment
yesterday, but I almost feel as though it was meant to be!"

   Millicent did not withdraw her hand she allowed the lips to kiss her
fingers and felt so grateful inside.  Grateful and fondness.  Maybe
passion. One of her fingers slipped between those pink lips, it felt a
tongue, it felt good.

   "We should do what we feel the need for," said Crystal as she put an arm
around her new lover and guided her to the bedroom.  "I so need to soothe
you, heal all that hurt."

   "Is it for you as well as for me?

   "Yes.  For me.  I need this so much.  I get what I want, always!"

   "I know that you do.  Be gentle with me!  I am so tender..."

   ------------------ Crystal Hard.  (Pt 1.) ------------------

   The man in the leather jacket stood casually, leaning on the corner of
the wall, watching a doorway.  Waiting for it to open.  The fifth cigarette
that he had smoked whilst on this watch burned low and then joined the
others on the pavement.

   Even though this was a dangerous neighbourhood, with whores, thieves and
drug addicts trolling the streets during the daytime, he was not worried.
Any fool that dared to challenge him with fists or knife would quickly find
himself in trouble.  Somehow this self-assurance communicated to those who
normally did not allow others to trample their territory and he was left to
smoke in peace.

   The door opened and his frame stiffened slightly and then relaxed as he
realised that his quarry was not the man who was leaving the building. 
Muttering about the way that criminals, lawyers and sluts always made a man
wait, he lit another cigarette.

   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.  (Pt 2.) ------------------

   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.

   It was not enough for him to be in the darkness of the Black Room. 
Millicent had smeared ginger oil over his body that stung and burned in
waves of pain.

   It was not enough that Crystal used the cane in the Red Room.  Millicent
had soaked the canes in water to make every blow twice the agony.

   When Crystal punished him for real or imagined infractions, it was
Millicent that frigged herself in time with the blows.  Until she climaxed
he was punished so that if she was leisurely in orgasming he was punished
all the longer.

   Jimmy never lamented the fucking that he had inflicted on Millicent. 
What he regretted was that he could not get free and strangle her while he
fucked her tight ass hole.

   He wondered what was taking the two cunts so long.  He could feel a
sweat that made the rubber coating slick on his skin.  Nervous
apprehension!

   Then the door opened and he saw what had been so time consuming.

   Crystal and Millicent had decided to dress as dominatrices of the most
terrifying sort.  Leather and laces was the theme.

   Aggression and violation was the leitmotif.

   Crystal still wore her heels and stockings and had added a basque that
brought her waist to a waspish, slender neck above her wide naked hips. 
The slit of her smooth sex pouted, ready for attention, and her breasts
swelled naked, cupped, to contrast with the black of the smooth matt
leather.  Elbow-long gloves smoothed her forearms and her whip dangled from
her hand as the accessory for her belligerent costume.  Black makeup and
hair in a bun contrasted the sly smile on her face as she did a little turn
for her victim.

   "What do you think?" she asked the gagged slave rhetorically.

   "Perfect," said Millicent, as she emerged from the changing room.

   Millicent had obviously decided that leather and defilement were the
perfect dress code.  Her thigh high boots with their elaborate lacing
merged into a body covering, tight, costume.  The dildo that sprang from
her crotch like a black extension of her hate already had a condom pulled
over it, ready for it to plunge into Jimmy's body.  The leather covering
did not have a break in it.  It covered her, leaving just an oval opening
for her face.  Her long hair streamed out of the metal ring at the back of
head to drape a single plait that had been finished with a black bow.

   "I think that we should get our little Jimmy into the mood for you,"
said Crystal as she hefted the whip and tapped him on the back.  "He needs
relaxing!"

   She pulled the stopper free from his ass with a soft sound and waved it
before his face.

   "Now that you are the little girl you can put into practice all that we
have taught you."

   The closure of his gag was also pulled free by Crystal who made sure
that the ring held his mouth open wide.

   "I think that you will thank us for all the work that we have put in
when you go on to your next home," she said as her gloved hand grasped his
erection and pulled him rigid.

   Millicent laughed as he bucked at the handling that Crystal was meeting
out to him.  Alternately slapping his hanging balls and roughly pulling at
him.

   Jimmy tried so hard not to cry out as her open hand slapped at him.  He
knew that a scream or cry would result in just more punishment.  He could
not help himself.  The squeeze and pull of her hand after a vicious slap
made him yelp.

   "Please, please," he shouted as tears began to stream from his eyes.  "I
will do anything!"

   "I know you will," said Millicent as she came onto the bed to kneel
behind him.  "You will come for me like a fucking whore and then beg for
more..."

   She lined up the dildo and placed it on the rear entrance to his body
ready to fuck him, to rape him, whilst Crystal laid a blow of her whip on
his back as a punishment for speaking out of turn.

   The women ignored the slight squeal of pain as the braid lashed at his
ass.

   "I think that Jimmy is ready for you now," said Crystal as she enjoyed
the way that his prick nodded with his unwelcome excitement.

   Millicent rocked her hips and pushed the intruder into his body.  She
could feel him try to resist, but the smooth shaft entered with ease and
paused an inch into him as the bulge at the tip forced him open.

   "More, bitch?" she said to her unwilling mate.  "Beg for it!"

   Jimmy's breath came in a whistle over the ring gag as he accommodated
the vast interloper in his ass.  This was so much larger than anything that
the two women had used on their slave before.  It stretched him wide
threatening to ruin his ass, it was at the very limit of his capacity.

   "Please, Miss, please fuck me," he gasped.

   Once the head of the object was past his stretched ass the rest would be
easier.  He prayed that she would be gentle and slow.

   "That's better, Jimmy.  Maybe you can please me too?  I would not want
to be left out?"

   Crystal climbed onto the bed and lay under the sweating male slut. 
Parting her legs slightly, she allowed him to gaze at her streaming cunt.
This was what she had wanted, a partner and an unwilling slave.  Her hands
came and pulled his face into her flesh as the spikes of her shoes grazed
the length of his prick as her legs stretched below his quivering belly.

   Millicent pushed and Jimmy felt a little relief as the head pushed
inside to allow the knobbed shaft to ream him.  His tongue worked at
Crystal as she moved him to find her clitoris.

   The hardness of the shoes pressed against him and Jimmy started to feel
the excitement of being raped by Crystal and Millicent.  His prick rubbed
against sole and then spike alternately as he worked to give Crystal her
first climax.

   Then he heard a hissing noise from Millicent.

   In horror he realised that the intruder in his rear was swelling as it
pushed into him.  It recognised no resistance as Millicent pressed it home.
It pushed deeper and deeper, swelling all the while until Jimmy was caught
between the rock of the intense bliss of the savage shoes and the hard
place of being painfully raped.

   He was at his limit.  His cock was a slave to her sharp heels.

   "Are you going to allow him to come?" asked Millicent as the leather of
her costume pushed into the cheeks of his ass.

   Crystal gasped and wriggled to allow his tongue to slip into the depths
of her ass.  Her head nodded in answer to her lover's question as she
pulled the braided whip handle through her cunt.

   She could feel Jimmy's unwilling lips on her ass; she could feel his
flesh under her heels.  She gouged at him and felt a shiver run through his
pinned body.

   Jimmy came with a rush.  His cock pumped over the shoes that had brought
him to climax.  The massive dildo still fucked him.  It reamed him, it
unmanned him.  It filled him beyond capacity.

   It fucked him.

   The shoes that had brought him to climax withdrew slowly and the smiling
Crystal offered them to his face.

   "Lick!" she ordered.

   Jimmy lapped up his come as he was raped from behind.  The thrusts of
Millicent rocked his body as the base of the dildo pressed against her cunt


   Millicent climaxed with a rush as she realised that at last she had
reversed the roles of that night nearly a year ago.  She was the rapist and
he was the tart with come on his face.

   He had become the fuck slut.  Meat on the end of her rubber prick.

   Millicent's hands went to her exposed nipples to add just that little
bit of spice.  A final push over the edge of gratification.  She felt an
overwhelming feeling.  Like a release, a sudden flight of imagination.

   Crystal had set her free.

   She looked down at the wreck of a man who lay beneath her.  The dildo
slowly retreated and pulled free.  The hole of his ass closed slowly as
though kissing its tormenter goodbye.

   Light headed and happy, she looked at Crystal.

   The woman who loved her.

   The bitch that she loved.

   ------------------ Crystal Love.  ------------------

   Crystal lay back on the bed and toyed with the remote.

   "You know that we have not thought about getting another slave yet!" she
said with a wink.  "It's great with just us, but I sort of miss Jimmy."

   Millicent smiled.

   "As you like," she murmured.  "You know that you can have whatever you
want, so just do it!"

   "My private detective has found Kenny!"

   "Is that what you are asking?  My permission to make him pay us a
visit?"

   Crystal laughed and stroked her lover's hair.  "Of course I need your
permission, not just because it's Kenny, but because I love you!"

   Millicent responded with a kiss that lingered on Crystal's lips and then
drifted to her breasts.  For a moment she teased the nipples with her
tongue and then she looked up into Crystal's eyes.

   "You are naughty, Crystal.  You have been training me as well!"

   "I admit it, you delectable slut, but you have to admit that you have
responded well to instruction."

   "OK.  I'll give you that.  I have a bit of a taste for more servile male
flesh.  But, let's not bother with Kenny just yet.  I fancy that an older
man would be interesting to train.  Maybe a couple, fresh and vulnerable!"

   Crystal did not answer, she flicked at the remote control in her hand
and the television sprang to life.

   "I thought that you might be interested in some of Jimmy's latest
doings," she said.

   The television blazed with crude film titles and then the picture
darkened to reveal a man in a hood being staked out on a crude wooden
frame. All around were other men who watched whilst the hood was removed to
reveal Jimmy.

   "This is his first film," said Crystal.  "It's called `Anal Violation'
and I have been informed that it might be the start of a series. 
Personally I think that he may not last beyond part five, but who knows?"

   The two women watched the men take their turn at using Jimmy at both
ends in silence.  Millicent could feel a twinge of pleasure at seeing the
end of Jimmy.  When they had finished with him there would be no marker
over the grave.  Jimmy struggled and fought but the ten men who were using
him just slapped him and used him.

   Again and again.

   "What did you get for Jimmy?"

   "Just five thou'," said Crystal as she planted a kiss on Millicent's
forehead.

   "I always wanted a fur coat!"

   "I can't think of a better way to spend the money!"



   THE END --------------------------------------------------------



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