Kryztal

Kryztal Part 4 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004

Kryztal Part 4: A small surprise for Kryztal.

Caroline felt a rush of sexual excitement as she began the drive home to the beach. Tonight would be the first time that Kryztal appeared at their house, the first time that Kryztal would 'play' with 'Sir' at home. He had told her to be ready by seven and then he had added slyly, 'I have a small surprise for Kryztal that I'm sure she's going to love. Too bad if she doesn't,' he laughed and hung up.

After that first night when Hal had forced Kryztal to reveal herself, after he had brutally and viciously fucked her on the dining room table, he had calmly opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses while Kryztal had sighed in satisfaction, lost in a humid and sensual haze on the tabletop.

'Caroline,' he said, 'time to talk, honey. Caroline!'

His words had snapped her back from the warm space of sexual satisfaction and devotion. Groaning, she sat up and looked around for her ripped and discarded clothes as Hal watched her with amusement. 'Forget them, honey. Go wash your face and put your robe on,' he gently ordered and in a fog, Caroline stumbled to the bedroom.

The cold water began to bring her back and Caroline blinked at herself in the mirror, the red mark from Hal's palm on her cheek clearly defined. 'I think,' she confessed to her reflection in a low voice, 'I've just had the best fuck of my life.'

When she returned snug in her white robe, Hal had taken her hand and pulled her down to sit next to him on the sofa. He handed her a glass of red wine and Caroline pulled her bare feet up under her and leaned comfortably against him, listening as he spoke.

He gently kissed her forehead and said, 'I love you baby, now more than ever.'

'I love you, too,' she had smiled and kissed him. Do I really? she had wondered and had quickly dismissed that traitorous thought.

'Kryztal is a submissive pain slut, isn't she?' he had suddenly asked and Caroline tried to look away. 'Isn't she?' he demanded softly.

'Yes,' Caroline admitted in a soft shameful voice.

'And I'm a Dominant with sadistic leanings. Kryztal and I are a perfect match, aren't we?'

'I suppose so,' she said, trying to avoid his eyes.

Hal turned Caroline's face around and smiled thinly. 'You know why I was so taken by Kryztal that first time? Do you?'

Caroline lifted her eyes and looked at him, searching for a sign of love in his eyes but failed. 'No.'

'Because she reminded me so much of you, I could do the things I had always wanted to do with you.' Hal laughed. 'It's ironic, isn't it?' He sipped his wine and took Caroline's hand. 'Now that I have Kryztal to play with, I'll never have to go to Bea's again.'

Her eyes had lit up at that. 'You promise?'

'I promise. I think I have all I need with Kryztal, don't you?'

That night they had made love tenderly and he had called her Caroline when he came. It was then that Caroline realised that they both considered Kryztal to be a different person to her, an alter ego. Perhaps Kryztal was the body that Hal could use to gain the cruel satisfaction he needed and, luckily, Kryztal craved it too.

There was a doubt in Caroline's mind that Hal loved her, but she didn't know if he loved or hated Kryztal.

Caroline rushed to the bedroom, stripping clothes off as she went. The drive to the beach had taken longer than usual and now she was in a rush. She was surprised to see a package on the bed, carefully wrapped in a beautiful red paper with a silk ribbon and delicate bow around it.

The card said simply, 'Kryztal' and Caroline immediately wondered who wrapped the package; Hal would not have had the patience. She was sure a woman had wrapped it, but who would have done it for him? Who knew about her?

Inside were two items: a hood made from soft, supple leather and a pair of thong panties in white silk. Her eyes widened when she saw the panties were a size smaller than what she wore and wondered if he had made a mistake. No , she told herself, Hal doesn't make mistakes like that, he's planned it . Immediately, she knew she was wet.

There was no time for a long bath as Caroline had planned so she made do with a long hot shower after a quick touch up with the razor. She now accepted that she had to keep her pubic area bald and had even considered a complete waxing. A week ago, Caroline had purchased the wig, lip-gloss and even the body oil which she now began applying. When she attempted to massage the oil into her back, she smiled ruefully and said, 'Where's Breanne when you need her?'

Caroline applied the orange lipgloss, made her eyes up in a heavy, dark fashion and slipped on the red wig. Fluffing the wig with her hands, she smiled in the mirror and whispered, 'Hello, Kryztal.'

She glanced at the clock, saw she had just five minutes, tied the wig into a ponytail and slipped the hood on. It covered her face to her nose, leaving her mouth visible and clipped together at the back with a hole for her hair. Reluctantly, Kryztal pulled the panties up and saw how the white silk bit into her tightly. After looking in the mirror, she was dismayed to see that the outline of her bits was clearly visible. If I get any wetter , she thought, these stupid panties will be transparent!

The sound of Hal's BMW driving into the garage thrust a tremor of fear and excitement through her. Quickly Kryztal ran into the living room, her beautiful naked body gleaming with the oil, her large breasts wobbling with the exertion and the tiny white panties disappearing into her bottom and tightly cupping her groin.

Standing in the centre of the living room, she bowed her head and stood with her hands hanging by her sides, waiting as the hunger for submission took control of her supplicant body.

He was standing in the doorway, she knew it, she could hear his breathing, and Kryztal realised he was examining her, staring at her, and she hoped he approved.

Hal walked past her, a flash of white shirt made her quiver, want him – wanted him to do things.

Kryztal felt his fingers lightly caress her bottom, touch her almost lovingly. His fingernails scraping her flesh as he traced the thong made her weak, almost senseless with desire and submission.

Suddenly Kryztal could feel his breath on the hot skin of her throat, his voice in her ear and that deep voice resonating within her as he simply instructed, 'Open your mouth.'

Willingly she did so and tasted the smooth roundness of the gag as he pushed it in. It was different, a solid ball, and Kryztal struggled to breath only through her nose. He waited while she overcame her panic and then buckled the gag tight, flicking the ponytail of shining red hair over the burnished silver buckle.

He pushed her to the mirror, standing behind her and cupping her breasts in both of his large hard hands, teasing her nipples as they both stared at her reflection. The gag was a white ball and it pushed her orange-coated lips apart and her eyes flickered wildly through the eyeholes of the hood.

'Beautiful,' Hal said softly and led her to the dining room. Gently, he took her left hand in his hands and fastened a wrist cuff with a D-ring around it and then, slowly and softly, the right hand.

Kryztal was breathing heavily through her nose, her breasts with erect nipples rising and falling quickly and her eyes appeared almost hypnotised by his strengths. One thought kept reverberating within her as she watched him, saw that hard smile and those blue eyes flashing in the low light, just one thought over and over again – Fuck me! Use me! Please !

Hal pushed her face down onto the dining table and Kryztal sighed as her breasts touched the polished mahogany. He's going to fuck me , she thought lazily, he's going to use me on the table again !

Smiling languidly, Kryztal rested against the table while he used white cord to tie her arms to the corners of the table so she was stretched out, face down and vulnerable. Kryztal loved it, desired it and wallowed in it, her mind slowly slipping into depths of submission.

Time stood still as he lashed her ankles to the legs of the table and Kryztal realised she was totally at his mercy, it was impossible to move, bent over the table top, and her bottom accentuated by those absurd panties.

An electric shock rippled through her when he kissed her throat, his end of day stubble grazing her skin, telling her he was close, was in control, and so masculine and strong. A small moan was lost in the gag as his fingers pulled the crotch of those ridiculous panties aside and slipped inside her, moving, teasing and exploring. Kryztal opened willingly, let him do what he wanted to do, and wondered how many fingers were inside her.

He stood and smiled down at her and Kryztal blinked up at him through the eyeholes of the hood, wondering why he wanted her to wear it at home. Does he want , she wondered, to avoid my face, not look at me?

The doorbell rang, the sound of it vibrating through the house and through Kryztal's heart. Hal smiled down at her when he saw the frantic movements as her head jerked towards the door and back to him.

'Your surprise is on time,' Hal said, his blue eyes ice cold. 'We have company. Aren't you glad I insisted on those panties to preserve your modesty?'

No , her mind screamed, not like this ! And she tried to close her legs but couldn't, she was trussed down, bent at the waist and her bottom, split by those wispy panties invitingly on display.

The front door opened and she heard Hal say, 'Right on time.'

A woman's voice, curt and cold, said, 'This is cash, right? No questions asked?'

'I've got the cash here,' Hal said and for some reason, Kryztal just knew he was smiling.

'Show me.'

There was a faint sound and Kryztal frantically looked around while her supportive inner voice consoled her with, At least it's a woman, better than a gang of Hells Angels! But…was it?

Footsteps, and they entered the room and Kryztal shrank, completely humiliated, as she knew she was an obscene sight, bent over, offering herself.

The footsteps ceased and there was a short intake of breath. 'Well,' the woman said in a husky voice, 'that's appealing.'

'She's beautiful, isn't she?'

'Yeah, she certainly is. Is that your wife?'

Kryztal's hooded head jerked around and saw a short woman with a shaven head and many face piercings staring at her with undisguised lust. She was dressed in a shapeless black dress to the calf and heavy workman's boots. Even though the leather hood covered her face, Kryztal knew her face was burning hot in embarrassment as this complete stranger devoured her bound body with her eyes.

'No,' Hal said calmly, 'my wife is out of town. This is Kryztal, she's a slut for hire.'

'Is she?' the woman said with interest. 'How much?'

'Five thousand dollars, you can do what you like for that.'

'Out of my league,' the woman said regretfully. 'Where do you want it?'

Kryztal felt Hal's fingers linger high on the left cheek of her bottom and then prod into her flesh. 'Here.'

'Okay. Can you get some of that oil off?'

'Sure.'

Kryztal spluttered in her gag as she felt Hal rubbing her bottom with a cloth. 'Are you sure she wants this?' the woman asked.

'Of course, she just wants to be forced, that's all. She's a submissive bitch.'

'Okay,' and Kryztal could imagine the woman behind her shrugging, 'whatever.'

Hal's face suddenly loomed over her and Kryztal saw that wicked smile. 'I suggest you be very, very still,' he whispered. 'Any mistakes, any complaints from…' he turned back to the woman, 'what's your name?'

'Sophie.'

'…Any complaints from Sophie,' he whispered, 'will mean more strokes from the cane!'

The cane! God no, not the cane again! I never thought he would use it on me when he knew it was me! Please no, I'll be still!

Kryztal felt finger on her bottom and guessed they were Sophie's. 'She's pretty turned on by this, I can smell her,' Sophie observed and Kryztal just wanted to die.

'She's a pain slut,' Hal said dismissively.

A whirring sound filled the room and Kryztal felt the first pricks against her skin at the same time she realised what was happening – she's tattooing me ! Immediately with that realisation, Kryztal felt a mixture of relief and fear. What was she tattooing me with , she wondered, and how will I hide it ? A secondary realisation was that she would have to discard her latest swimsuit as her first thought was the tattoo would show. Damn, that white swimsuit cost five hundred and thirty five dollars!

'Have you made her do stuff with a girl?' Sophie asked after working for several minutes, the needle pricking and whirring. Kryztal's head swum at the thought of what might happen, what he would force her to do with this dreadful woman, this tattooist!

'No.'

'I thought it was every man's fantasy?'

Hal laughed. 'Not mine. I have others.'

Moments slipped away and became time that vanished, flickering thinly like distant music heard on the wind.

'That's it,' Sophie said, packing her tools away. 'Here.'

'What's this?'

'Instructions how to care for the tattoo.'

'Give it to her. Put it in her panties.'

'Can I?' And Kryztal thought she heard Sophie's voice crack.

'Sure, she has to care for the tattoo after all.'

Kryztal felt the fingers slide around her skin and felt the paper being slipped into the front of her panties, a sly caress, and an intake of breath.

'Five thousand dollars?' Sophie asked in a hoarse voice.

'Yep,' Hal said.

'Guess I'd better start a savings plan,' Sophie said reluctantly. 'Okay,' her voice becoming more business-like, 'cash?'

'Right here.' They walked away and Kryztal heard them at the door. 'Count it if you like, but it's all there.' Silence and then the door opened.

The front door closed and Hal was leering over her, fingers pushing the panties aside and then his big fingers were fucking her, moving in her, and Kryztal couldn't help herself and moved on his fingers, tried to suck them in deeper.

Suddenly he was gone and she felt the first stroke of the flogger immediately. On and on he flogged her and a distant dull voice within her pointed out he didn't care about the tattoo, he just flogged and flogged.

Her back and bottom sang!

Oh, how it sang!

Rough fingers pulled her panties to one side, the paper with instructions written on it bristled against her clit and Hal's cock sank in her, pushing, filling her and fucking her, just using her. Yes, fuck me, please, use me!

His lips were at her ear, hot and wet, and Kryztal moaned into the gag. 'It says 'pain slut', that's what it says,' he said in a heavy voice as he fucked her from behind. 'When I first saw Kryztal, she had it. It was beautiful and now she's got it again.'

Kryztal felt him unbuckle the gag and she gasped in relief when he pulled it from her mouth, tossing it to the floor and she tugged against her restraints, feeling them, worshipping them.

He grew urgent, fucking her and the panties rubbed against her as he pushed them to one side. Suddenly, he grunted and spurted inside her and she wanted to scream, Oh no, not now, please, I need to come !

'Does Kryztal want to come?' he said, pulling out of her, leaving her vacant.

'Please, yes Sir, please?'

The restraints were unsnapped and Hal pulled Kryztal to her feet and led her to the mirror. Pulling her hands behind her back, imprisoning her wrists in his hand, he turned her so she could see the mark of the tattoo. Even though it was reversed in the reflection, Kryztal knew what it said, she was marked with 'Pain Slut' permanently. With a small sigh of relief, she hoped the tattoo was high enough to just be covered by a swimsuit.

He nuzzled her neck and his other hand slipped into the tight silk panties, teasing her clit. 'Look,' he breathed in her ear and squeezed her wrists together with his hand while his other fingers danced on her clit. 'Look at the slut!'

Kryztal stared at herself in the mirror as he savagely ripped the soaked silk thong down around her thighs and penetrated her with a large finger while his thumb massaged her clit. Her mouth hung opened as she felt the orgasm build, her breasts swaying and Kryztal admitted she did look like a slut, allowing herself to be casually and callously manipulated by him. I can't stop him , Kryztal realised, I can't! He can do what he wants to me and that thought sent her grunting and groaning into orgasm as he brutally fucked her with his finger.

As Kryztal recovered from the shattering orgasm, she felt him pull her panties up, snapping them around her flesh. Dully, she felt him slip the piece of paper back into her sodden panties. 'Don't forget the instructions, Kryztal,' he sniggered. 'I don't want any problems with that tattoo.'

'No, Sir,' she said, taking the folded sheet of paper from her panties, noticing with shame that it was wet with her juices.

Kryztal wanted to look at the tattoo closely, to see exactly what he had done to her, but didn't want to displease him, so she stood, head down, holding the single piece of paper in her hands.

'Kryztal,' he said distantly, 'I'm going to have a drink. You can go to the bathroom and fix yourself. You might want to tell my wife to come out,' he said, looking out the window.

'Yes, Sir,' Kryztal said and, turning, walked silently to the bathroom.

Kryztal snatched the hood off and threw it into the basin, followed quickly by the wig. Angrily, she removed the orange lip-gloss and eye make up.

Caroline used a hand mirror in conjunction with the wall mirror to closely examine the tattoo. It was in blue-black ink and spelled out clearly two simple words – Pain Slut. She felt weak. How will I hide that when I go to the doctor? Can it be seen through my clothes? How could he do this to me, how could he if he loves me?

She peeled the panties down and threw them at the hamper but missed and they fell on the floor. Caroline left them there and picked up the instructions for caring for the tattoo, read them and tried to throw them at the hamper as well.

He's permanently marked me , Caroline told her reflection, he doesn't care ! No , the thought occurred to her, he marked Kryztal, not you . She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her back and, strangely, felt proud of the marks, proud that Kryztal had withstood that flogging.

The tattoo instructions said to keep it dry for 48 hours. How , Caroline angrily wondered, am I going to do that? Does he think I'm not going to have a shower?

Under the shower, Caroline managed to avoid getting the tattoo completely wet and scrubbed the oil and the last remnants of Kryztal away, everything except the tattoo, which could never be scrubbed away. Ever.

Hal had made one of his favourite sandwiches and had opened wine. Two glasses were on the kitchen table when Caroline came in dressed in her robe. Underneath she was wearing a dark blue lace baby doll and panties and was pleased because the panties covered the tattoo easily.

'Honey,' Hal said with a big smile as he enveloped her in a hug and softly kissed her. 'I've made you a sandwich.'

Caroline smiled and sat down carefully, conscious of the tattoo and the twinges in her back. 'I've closed that deal with Jude, he's got the role and I pick up fifteen percent.'

'Congratulations,' Caroline said, cutting the sandwich into smaller bite-sized pieces.

'We should celebrate, go to the Caribbean or something if our diaries connect.'

'Sounds wonderful,' Caroline said automatically and looked at her husband. Hal smiled gently at her, his eyes dancing in the kitchen light and Caroline wondered if, deep inside, he hated Kryztal.

End Kryztal Part 4 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004

Parts to follow are:

Part 5: If Kryztal vanishes

Part 6 : I'm Caroline, Kryztal doesn't exist .

Part 7: We need to have a conversation.

Part 8: Why am I doing this?

Part 9: Did I get blood on your shirt?

Part 10: The ultimate gift .