Kryztal

Kryztal Part 3 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004

Kryztal Part 3: The genie has been let out of the bottle.

Caroline gingerly undressed while she ran a hot bath. She felt confused; there was no doubt she hurt all over but, even though she tried to ignore it, the fact was she was also sexually alive. The genie , Caroline thought ruefully, has been let out of the bottle . How were she and Hal , she wondered, going to get through this without a divorce? Maybe a divorce is the answer, we're both not happy, maybe it's the only solution ?

Staring at her face in the mirror, Caroline rehearsed what she would say to Hal. 'Hal darling, I know you've been paying large amounts of money to flog, hurt and fuck other women. Honey, we have to talk.' It sounded too stupid for words. 'By the way honey, remember Kryztal, the one whom you put your whole hand into her thingy? Well, that was me.' Caroline blushed when she said it and turned away from the mirror.

Her body still shone from the oil and Caroline took a hand mirror to fully examine her bits as she crouched on the tiled floor. Even squatting hurt like hell and she stared at her gaping bits. Did he really get his whole hand in there , she wondered, did I really fuck his entire hand ? The thought of it, the memory, made her weak and she groaned as she stood up.

Bending over, she tried to see what damage had been done to her bottom and gasped when she saw the three red stripes criss-crossing her cheeks. How did he manage to hit me so well , she puzzled, when I was moving so much ? It was a shock like ice water thrown on her when she came to the conclusion that he had done it before, that he had practised on some other poor girl!

It was then she noticed that one of the stripes had split the fake tattoo and half of 'Pain Slut' had vanished, leaving only the word 'Slut'. Her back was flushed with red marks from the flogging and she felt vaguely proud she had been able to withstand the onslaught; that, somehow, she had survived. Maybe , Caroline guiltily mused, maybe, I am a pain slut.

The bath was heaven for her aching limbs and Caroline almost fell asleep. Again and again Caroline drained cool water out of the bath and added more hot, sighing every time she lay back, closing her eyes. Hours later, she emerged pink and wrinkled, wrapped herself in a large towel and slowly walked through the house as if Caroline was making sure it was all the same, that nothing in her normal life had changed.

Wandering through the kitchen, Caroline briefly considering eating something but decided that, at that moment, she couldn't stand the thought of food. It was still early but she was exhausted.

After rubbing some cream onto her poor bottom, Caroline retrieved her pyjamas with the plump red hearts and collapsed into bed, falling immediately into a deep but troubled sleep.

Waking early, Caroline groaned as she moved but, gritting her teeth, managed to walk across the room to go to the bathroom. The stripes were still there - it hadn't been a bad dream, it was reality.

Caroline sniffed her arm and thought she could still smell the oil so she had a long hot shower, groaning and sighing as the steamy water touched her back and bottom.

As she dressed, there were twinges of pain and discomfort from her bits, bottom and back. The bra straps hurt and her panties and pantyhose felt very strange indeed over her bottom while her arms and legs felt like she had run a marathon.

'Good morning, Mrs Blaine,' Jo called brightly as Caroline walked gingerly past her desk. Jo watched her and asked, 'Are you okay?'

'Yes,' Caroline said through gritted teeth. 'I think I put my back out getting into my car,' she lied.

Jo reached for the phone. 'Shall I make an appointment with Doctor Robinson?'

'No!' Caroline said quickly, she couldn't let her doctor examine her! 'No, I'll be fine, it's just a twinge,' she said as cheerfully as she could and sighed when she collapsed into her chair.

Somehow Caroline survived the day, and the next one after that. Hal didn't call, he was, supposedly, still away on his trip, and she didn't call him. Caroline didn't know what to say to him, she was still thinking that through, but knew she didn't want to discuss it on the telephone.

'Mr Blaine called, Mrs Blaine,' Jo said when Caroline returned from court. 'He said he wouldn't be coming back from New York until next week.'

'Oh,' Caroline said, heart pounding. 'Does he want me to call him back?'

Jo shook her head. 'No, he said he'd be rushing to and from meetings all day.'

'Oh, right then,' Caroline said, relieved.

After a week alone, Caroline was feeling much better, almost recovered, and even imagined the red stripes on her bottom were beginning to fade.

One evening, she dropped her handbag and keys on the antique dresser in the foyer and idly sorted the mail she had retrieved from the letterbox. Then, Caroline went straight into the bedroom, unsnapping her bra and sliding her arms through the shoulder straps as she walked, kicked her heels off and peeled her pantyhose down, tossing them into the hamper with her bra.

Barefoot, Caroline walked into the living room and jumped in surprise when she saw Hal seated calmly in his favourite leather armchair, fingers together in a steeple as he smiled bleakly.

'Hello, darling,' she said brightly, 'when did you get back?'

He unwound his long frame from the chair and began removing his tie as he walked towards her. Dropping the tie on the sofa as he passed it, he said, 'This morning,' and then he slapped her.

She reeled back in shock and saw that cold smile he had when he caned Kryztal filling his face. His fingers seized her hair and he led her, half dragged her, to the dining room.

'Hal…' Caroline managed to whisper, her hand to her stinging cheek as she followed him in a half crouch, dragged by her long hair.

'Shut up,' he said mildly, releasing her hair and pushing her so her bottom was pressed against the edge of the long mahogany dining table. Caroline shuddered at his smile and the coldness in his eyes as he examined her.

In one quick movement, his large hand gripped the front of her blouse and pulled. The expensive cloth ripped, buttons popped, flying through the air as her large bra-less breasts swung free.

Caroline opened her mouth - to protest, to scream, something - but didn't get a chance as he disdainfully slapped her again. Spinning her around, she was forced face down on the table, bent at the waist, and her breasts mashed against the polished mahogany.

His fingers jerked her skirt up around her waist and Caroline heard her panties tearing as he brutally ripped them from her. She felt his fingers trace the remnants of the red stripes and then slid inside her with such urgency that Caroline gasped into the tabletop.

'So wet,' he mocked, 'so fucking wet!'

A rustle of clothing and then his cock slammed inside her, pushing her against the table, his hand on her back forcing her face down as he fucked her.

Caroline moaned, eyes closed, saliva dribbling onto the polished timber. God , she silently screamed, this is so good, so good !

His cock became still, didn't move, just filled her, teased her and drove her crazy, so she tried to move against him, wriggling her bottom, but stopped immediately when he spanked it.

He leaned over her, his cock moved slowly inside her, once, twice, and then stopped again as Hal's lips pressed against her ear. 'Does Kryztal want to cum?' he whispered mockingly and Caroline stiffened.

He knows , she screamed to herself, he knows !

Hal moved inside her again, pushing Caroline hard against the tabletop and she moaned. 'I saw the birthmark and then I made Bea tell me,' he said softly. 'We've wasted a lot of time, baby, but we can make up for it now that I know.'

He spanked her bottom again and that coupled with his cock brutally slamming in and out made Caroline moan in ecstasy.

Hal's lips were at her ear again. 'Does Kryztal want to come?' he teased. 'Does she?'

'Yes,' Kryztal admitted in a low throaty voice, 'yes, please!'

'Say it!'

'Please Hal, let Kryztal…'

He slapped her bottom hard and she groaned.

'Not Hal – Sir! Say it!'

'Please, Sir,' Kryztal moaned, 'please let Kryztal cum!'

His large hands seized her hips and pulled her back slightly from the table. 'Finger yourself, bitch,' he said as he began to fuck her. 'Play with yourself while I fuck you!'

Kryztal didn't have to be told again and her fingers slipped between her legs, teasing and tweaking while Hal fucked her. She had been on sexual edge for some time and it didn't take long.

Her eyes rolled in her head as her face slid back and forth over the polished timber and her fingers stroked her clit. 'God!' she screamed and then moaned and moaned as Kryztal finally came. The orgasm flooded through her in waves and she was so overtaken by it, she didn't even notice when Hal came.

Kryztal lay happily on the table, still bent at the waist, face against the timber as Hal's fingers stroked her bottom gently. 'Good girl, Kryztal,' he murmured.

'Thank you, Sir,' she whispered and sighed contentedly.

Weeks later, Jo buzzed Caroline and said, 'Mr Blaine is on line two, Mrs Blaine.'

'Hello, darling,' Caroline said.

'Hello, baby,' his deep voice flooded down the line and Caroline smiled. 'I'm still thinking about this morning.'

Caroline flushed. He had told her to kneel in front of him after she had dressed in her business suit and she had obeyed, hoping she wouldn't ladder her pantyhose, and then sucked him until he came, swallowing it all dutifully.

He had then ordered her to pull her panties and pantyhose down, skirt up, squat and use her vibrator until she came nosily. Caroline remembered how he had calmly tied his tie as she had grunted and groaned at his feet, choosing his cufflinks for his crisp white shirt.

He had ordered her to pull her panties and hose up after she had come, not allowing her to wipe herself, and Caroline had driven to work sticky and warm. Cruelly, he had also forbidden mouthwash until she arrived at her office so Caroline had tasted him all the way.

Jo had looked at her strangely when she found Caroline gargling mouthwash in the bathroom. 'Sore throat,' she had guiltily explained and Jo had looked at her pointedly, prompting Caroline to wonder if she smelled of sex.

'That dinner party we were supposed to go to has cancelled,' Hal said. 'We have the evening to ourselves.'

'That's great. What will we do?'

He paused and Caroline felt herself grow even more sticky when he said slyly, 'I think Kryztal should come out to play. I have some new toys I'd like to try out. Do you think Kryztal wants to come out to play?'

Caroline cleared her throat, thought of the new red wig in her wardrobe and whispered, 'Yes, I think she does. I think Kryztal wants to play.'

End Kryztal Part 3 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004