CHAPTER
ELEVEN: CRYSTAL
It was still dark out one morning when Billy woke up
Stephanie. “Listen, you’re beautiful. You’ve been a good, obedient
slave. I’ve decided that today I’m going to sign your promotion card.”
he said.
Stephanie’s face lit up. “That is wonderful!” she
said. Her eyes lit up, too.
Billy continued, “Follow me. Before you go, I want
to lead you out to a beautiful, open field, and watch you strip naked
and eat me.”
Stephanie followed Billy on a half-hour walk. The
moon above was full, so not many stars were visible. When they arrived
at the field, Billy said, “Strip. I want to watch you strip naked in
the moonlight.”
Stephanie nervously removed all her clothes. “Now?”
she asked.
“Now.” Billy said. Stephanie got down on her knees
and started licking.
Billy said, “You know, Stephanie, I’ve been raping
you for weeks now. I’ve really enjoyed it. You have a nice body and a
nice personality. I know there will be other girls, but I’ll be
thinking of you when I’m raping them.”
Stephanie could not speak. She was too busy pleasing
her master.
Billy could feel it. He pushed Stephanie’s head
toward him. “You’re beautiful.” he told her. “Too bad I’m not going to
see you again.” He took the promotion card in his hand, then looked at
her. “Stand up, Stephanie, I want to kiss you goodbye.” he said. Then
he had a second thought. “Actually, I think I’ll rape you goodbye. Lie
down on top of your clothes in the grass!” he instructed her.
Stephanie laid down and opened her legs. “Anything
you wish, Master.” she said.
“You make me feel really good, Stephanie. You’re so
pretty, so innocent, so helpless, so naked.” Billy said.
He cuddled with her while he raped her.
“Now put your clothes on. You don’t want to go to
Heaven naked, do you?” he said.
Stephanie put her clothes back on. Billy turned
around and scribbled his name on the card, then turned around again.
Stephanie was gone. He left the card on the ground where he had just
raped her, and started to walk away. When he looked back, the card was
gone, too.
Once back at the house, Billy saw Angelina. “So,
Stephanie just got promoted.” she said.
“Yes. You knew?” he asked.
“I knew. Your newest servant girl is now in the
guest room that Stephanie used to have.” Angelina said. “Stephanie's
kitten has been given a new home also.”
In the guest room, a pretty Negro girl waited. She
had brown eyes, and her hair was braided down the sides.
“Hello, my name is Crystal. You must be my new
master.” she said.
“Crystal?” Billy asked.
“Billy?” her eyes opened. They sat down on the edge
of the bed.
“Yes, it is I. What are you here for?” he asked her.
“Well, after the layoff, I was on unemployment. I
knew they would have hired me back where I used to work, but I didn’t
even apply there, because I wanted to continue collecting. It was
easier. And then I voted for candidates that promised not to cut
welfare and unemployment benefits. That was stealing.” she explained.
“You remember Betty, that rude girl that used to
work with us? Well, she’s here too. She got me fired because I asked
her for a date, and now it’s payback time.” Billy told Crystal.
“She was impossible. You know, there was one
pregnant woman with asthma who started there as a temp, and Betty
wouldn’t stop smoking on the job, so the woman had to quit her job, and
Betty didn’t even care. Nothing would get between Betty and her
cigarettes. And I remember when she offered to fix you up with
that fag, just to get you mad.” Crystal said.
“Her new name is Fondlepuss.” Billy said. “I rape
her in the mouth every day now, just to humiliate her. I’m told she was
angry because of what some man did to her when she was little, but she
had no right to take it out on me. As I recall, you turned me down
because you had a boyfriend.”
“Actually, I made that up.” Crystal said. “I kind of
liked you, but I was worried about what everybody at work would think
if I started dating you. You know, the way they put you down and all.”
“I see.” Billy said.
Crystal looked into Billy’s eyes and said, “Please
tell me you found a girlfriend.”
“Well, I was doing okay, I guess. There was this one
young lady at a party, drunk as could be, and when it was time for
everybody to leave, I knew she’d never make it home, so I let her stay
in my apartment, which was right next door. She kept telling me I was a
sweetheart, and a doll, and she was putting the moves on me.” Billy
said.
“So you took advantage of her drunkenness?” Crystal
gasped.
“Oh, no.” Billy replied, “I guilt-tripped her. I let
her sleep on my sleep sofa. When she woke up, I brought her a big glass
of water, to help relieve the dehydration, because alcohol dries people
out. I brought her some food. I told her what happened. I told her all
about how I really, really wanted to, but I felt it just wouldn’t be
right to take advantage of her condition. Then I asked her if I did the
right thing, and she said, yes, she felt I did the right thing. Then I
continued to explain that I decided to wait until the alcohol wore off.
I had the phrases all figured out. I said that, if she absolutely,
positively did not want to, now that she was sober, I obviously could
not make her do anything. She was free to leave. But then I
guilt-tripped her, saying this means poor me, I lose because I did the
right thing. Is that really what she wants to do?”
“Oh, you didn’t!” Crystal laughed.
Billy went on, “Yes, I did, and it worked, too. At
first, she didn’t want to, but I told her she’d need to stop drinking,
or this would happen again, and she never knows what the guy will do.
Furthermore, I told her it’s not fair to the next guy if he loses
because he does the right thing. Then I offered her a ride home either
way. That makes it look attractive, to accept the free ride, but I knew
she wouldn’t feel comfortable accepting a free ride from a guy whose
heart she had just broken. She counter-offered to eat me, and I
accepted, suggesting we should take a shower so I’d be clean. Well, I
was clean, she ate me, and afterwards, she got dried off, got dressed,
and then left.”
“Well, I should be surprised at you, but considering
you didn’t have much luck, I guess that’s to be expected.” Cyrstal
replied.
Billy continued, “Then I started getting dates on
the internet. I got all dressed up, and went to a professional
photographer, which gave me a big advantage on the dating sites,
because my photo looked good. Dating sites are cool, because it’s like
I could just walk up to a stranger on the subway platform and ask her
for a date. Rejection is just a click on the hit counter. Nobody gets
rude just because they were asked for a date. After all, they’re on a
dating site. I developed a style for the first date, where I’d tell her
the title of the book I’d be reading, and she’d know me by that, and
then I’d take her out to the movies, always a comedy movie, so we could
enjoy each other’s laughter.
“After the movie, I’d explain to her that, like many
a guy, I wanted to cuddle up to her and run my hands all over her, but
I wasn’t sure if she had objections. This was my excuse if she was
disappointed.
“One woman I cuddled up with, on her sofa, suddenly
stopped me as I was putting the moves on her. I said I was sorry and
all, and she told me not to worry. She said it was kind of like, I was
cruising along on the scenic route, and as I approached a certain
curve, the light turned red, and I stopped. She said I would have been
in trouble if I hadn’t stopped, but there was nothing wrong with
stopping when the light turns red. I used that analogy on later dates
with other women. I sometimes put them in the driver’s seat, explaining
that I would not blame them if they stoppped at a red light. It’s my
body, so of course I had every right to stop them, I said, but they
wouldn’t be in trouble. This created the illusion that I was the kind
of guy who might stop her, too.”
“That was clever.” Crystal noted. “I’m glad you
found a way to get dates.”
Billy lamented, “It was no fun being left out, and I
dealt it back, too. One night, after midnight, I was walking by this
self-serve gas station, and then somebody pulled in, and got out to
pump gasoline, but the place was closed. When she got back in, her car
wouldn’t start. The battery was dead. I could hear the baby crying in
the back seat. She was a young mother. I just found out recently, she
was en route to the doctor because the baby had an ear infection. I was
just so angry at womankind for treating me as worthless. I mean, I
offer my heart, my affection and my body, and that’s about everything I
have to offer, and nobody even wants any of it. It was infuriating. It
went on for too long. I didn’t need to vent my anger with violence on
that young mom. I simply kept walking, and left her there. I was parked
just around the corner, and I had jumper cables. Maybe if I could have
gotten a date once in a while, like everybody else, I wouldn’t have
been so angry, and I would have jump-started her car for her, just like
anybody else would. But I didn’t. What goes around, comes around.
People don’t always realize the consequences of what they do, or how
important it is to make sure everybody gets enough.”
Crystal was shaking her head. “Well, if that’s how
bad it got, I’m glad you got over it.”
Billy said, “Now, let me break this to you. You’re
my slave, and that also means you’re my sex slave. But, frankly, I
don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You were
nice. You don’t get promoted until I sign your promotion card. That
doesn’t happen before you please me and satisfy me. So just take your
time warming up to me.”
“That will happen. I’m glad you’re not just gonna
rape me today or anything. You’re a decent kind of guy, and I can warm
up to you.” Crystal said.
“Actually, if we’re cuddling, it’s more like I’m
cruising along on the scenic route, and I have diplomatic plates. I’ll
still stop at the red light, because I want to. And I don’t have to
guess whether you object, because I have diplomatic immunity anyway.”
Billy said, as he put his arm around her. “Besides, I have plenty of
angel girls available. If you’re not ready yet, I can go see Angelina,
or ask her to call for Gabriela or Michelle. You haven’t met Gabriela
or Michelle, but they’re nice. They all have a crush on me, and that
makes me feel good.”
“Well, if you have all these angel girls, then why
would you want to rape servant girls? Why do you need sex slaves?”
Crystal wondered.
Billy explained, “It’s different. I want to treat
angel girls with respect, because they treat me with respect. I don’t
want them to be my sex toys. That’s what my servant girls will be. I
could never speak to Angelina the way I spoke to Stephanie. And I do
enjoy the looks on the servant girls’ faces when they’re embarrassed
and humiliated and helpless like that.”
“Well,” Crystal observed, “I can see you’re having
no problems in the Girls Department now.”
“Would you care for a drink?” Billy offered.
“Well, actually, I…” Crystal started, then
continued, “…yes. At first, I was worried you were out to get me drunk
and take advantage of me. But, hey, I’m your slave anyway.” She laughed.
Billy took two chilled wine coolers out of the
refrigerator, handing her one. When she couldn’t open the twist-off
cap, he opened it for her. “Damsel in distress.” he joked.
“I like cold wine coolers, Master.” Crystal said.
Billy told Crystal a story. “Listen to this,
Crystal. Once upon a time, there was a man who was single, and went
dating. He would take the young lady out dining and drinking, and he
would pick up the tab. Then he’d take her out to the movies, also
paying for them both. All the while, he was wondering if he would be
able to get into her pants. Of course, he wouldn’t know until after he
had spent his money. He’d win some, he’d lose some. Then on Election
Day, as he was on his way into the polls, a candidate for mayor was
there, campaigning. The man listened to the candidate state his
objectives. The candidate wanted to crack down on prostitution, which
he said was on the increase on city streets. Men were going downtown
and paying money for sex. He would also crack down on the use of video
poker machines for gambling. ‘You have my vote.’ the man said.
‘Prostitution and gambling are terrible vices that need to be
eliminated in our city.’”
Crystal laughed. “That’s one thing I liked about
you. You were always so smart about political stuff like that, and you
had such a way with words.”
Billy put his arm around her back, and started
working his way up, slowly. When he approached her breast, she said,
“Umm, red light.”
Billy stopped, and moved his hand back a little.
“Okay, I’ll stop at the red light.” He paused and sighed. “Listen, I’m
going to go see Angelina. You can just chill out here. In time, you
will feel comfortable being close to my body. Meanwhile, don’t feel at
all guilty. Angelina will take good care of me.”
“That’s very thoughful of you, Master. I appreciate
it.” Crystal said. She took another sip of her wine cooler as Billy
left the room.
Copyright 2004 Tom Alciere
CHAPTER TWELVE
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