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Warning: Mature Subject Matter

Short Story Erotica

Chrystal Chalice – Who did the Malice – Episode 2

By Randy Gonzalez
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Chrystal Chalice – Who did the Malice – Episode 2

A Short Story by Randy Gonzalez
While I stood there looking down at the body, my friend Kitty Kleft left her theater seat and
joined me on stage. As usual, Kitty wore the tightest and shortest dress she could find. Her huge
boobs bounced in unison with the precise rhythm only the finest implants could provide. For those
who had never seen them in the flesh, the presence challenged the imagination. Having seen her
naked on several occasions, I was very familiar with her body. At the same moment, she did not
seem the least bit concerned about looking at dead body.
“Who did the malice?” I muttered with a speculative gaze. “The movie director has been shot
and he is dead, very interesting.” In the air, I caught scent of gunpowder, the smell of sex, and the
grit of sweaty bodies pegging, fucking and smoking. “I mean why shoot this fuck. He was a terrible
director. Arrogant, selfish and immature, but why shoot this asshole?”
“Wow, Chrissy,” she muttered in a squeaky tone. “Is he dead?” She balanced precariously on
amazingly thin spiked red heels. I nodded to her question. “That’s awful, but go figure, you know.
Guess you’re right, who’d wanna shoot this guy,” she let out a little gasp.
“Yep, he’s dead alright,” I pondered her question and made a mental note of that. I had already
checked the vital signs of the deceased, as the police arrived. “Cops are here.”
I glanced up the aisle of the famous adult theater here in the upscale suburb of Playa de Concha.
Entering the scene at the Casa Del Cinema, an iconic 1950’s styled landmark, was my favorite
cop. The detective and I go back a ways. We were partners once, both on the job and off. He was
good cop, a good lover and a great friend. I just had to move on with my life.
“Well, well, two of my favorite people,” the detective said once on stage with us. His easygoing
jovial manner, tainted with a strong flavor of cynicism, animated his style. “Ms. Kitty, always a
pleasure.” He greeted my gaze with a smile and a wink at Kitty. Smoothly, he added, “A special
pleasure to see you detective. You’re looking exquisite and fit, Chrystal.”
“Likewise, Lieutenant,” I said with a warm slant. “How’s it hanging?”
“Hanging well, detective,” he said back with a smirk. The tan trench coat looked good on him.
Or for that matter, it looked good off of him, particularly if he were completely naked underneath.
“Well, your diagnosis?” He stooped at the side of the body and waited for the paramedics to
respond. In the meantime, “Sarge,” he called off to one side below the stage. “Button this place up
including the surrounding area. Post a unit outside Tony’s office.”
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“You got the Tuna on lockdown?” I muttered to the Lieutenant. “Bet he likes that.”
“Yep, that’s where I sent him,” Lt. Ash Graves responded. To the patrol sergeant, he added,
“Sarge, separate these witnesses and put the crime scene people to work.” He glanced at a
technician standing on the other side of the body. With one hand raised, he sighed and said, “Give
us a moment and you can start taking your photos.” Over his shoulder, he noted the sub still cuffed
and bound on the leather bench. He pointed a thumb in that direction. “Someone wanna release
the leather man over there? Get him sequestered somewhere quiet.”
“Two shots center mass and one to the head,” the paramedic advised. “He’s dead.”
“Ok, standby for transport,” the lieutenant said to her. “Thank you, appreciate your help.”
Behind the medic, he pointed to the crime scene photographer. “Shoot the pictures.”
“Detective Chalice,” Ash said with a long exhale. “Join me for stroll, please.”
“Of course, Lieutenant, I’m all yours,” I said with a sly smirk and the best Betty Boop
impression of could muster. “Let’s do it the hallway, or I mean, chat in the hallway.”
“That might be considered a bribe, Detective,” he replied swiftly.
“Uh huh, and?” I swiftly shot back. We entered an adjacent hallway. “I know you’re gonna hit
me with what I know so far. So, here it is. I’m working a missing person case for Kitty.”
“Yes, I know that,” Ash let me know quickly he was onto that. “Tell me something I don’t
know.” He surveyed the death scene again. “What did you see?”
“Here’s what I got, Lieutenant,” I started and laid out the whole thing. From the missing Cucky,
to the dead movie director. “Ash, you know I’d tell ya everything I know.” I swallowed back some
other things going on inside my head. “I won’t fuck with ya, we go way back.”
“Yeah, Chrystal, I got that,” he said with a smile. “Well, Chalice, where’s the malice.”
“I’m working on a theory,” I told him, rubbed his shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Catch me later, I’ll give you an update. I’m headed out to the old mansion.” I turned slightly and
gave him a wink. “Wanna share an oyster pie at the marina?”
“Hmm, a tempting offer for the catch of the day,” he said sensuously.
“Maybe a kielbasa in a bun?” I smirked wickedly.
“You’re amazing, detective; we’ll what pops up the rest of the day. I’ll think about that, my
dear, stay safe out there,” Ash replied with an easy smile that animated his face and softened his
toughness. “Evil is afoot and you might need backup.”
“Always do, likewise, keep your gun handy,” I teased back at him.
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“Chrystal,” he was about to warn me, “keep me posted on whatever you find.” Ash winked and
I knew it was time to go. “Make sure the sarge gets a statement.”
“You betcha, who’s got your back, my friend.” I saw my assistant coming through the old world
styled double doors of the theater. He stopped and nodded, I smiled at Ash. “Later, copper. Looks
like my able bodied assistant just arrived in the nick of time.”
“An able body,” Ash said with a sly glance. “Yep, I can see that. Don’t hurt too badly.”
“Nope, breaking him in gently, one stretch at a time,” I told him.
“Boss, here’s the update on the old Drago mansion,” Woody greeted me nervously. He wanted
to be helpful. With a quick gaze around the stage area. “Geez, they must like you around here, the
cops guarding the scene waved me through. You got fans everywhere.”
“Well, it develops over time. But, getting through the perimeter, Ash did that. He tries to
anticipate everything and stay one step ahead of me in particular. Good work, baby, love how fast
you come…..up with things,” I taunted him and he swallowed. “Let’s go.”
“You driving?” Woody looked stumped. I nodded. “Oh boy,” he sighed.
“Don’t worry, kiddo, I got your ass safely in my hands,” I teased him again. I thought to myself,
nothing like a young one to break in and train properly. “Brace yourself.”
Men, I pondered, most are just unevolved self-centered assholes. They’re still in high school
pretending they’re cool. Immature, self-absorbed and mostly selfish. Yet, there are always
exceptions to every theory or viewpoint. Like Ash for example, a true gentleman. And then, there
are young men like Woody, who are actually trying to grow up. They work hard at trying to do the
right thing, responsible, independent, capable and strong. Nonetheless, they treat woman fairly and
on an equitable basis as them. Plus, they have an open mind about fucking. In fact, there’s a special
maturity that simmers in the sensual realm of bisexuality, without judgement or bias. No fear in
their masculinity, or threat to their ego, they can be good friends and a good fuck.
“Uh, yes, well, by the way, chief,” Woody stuttered as I floored the accelerator. Skidding out
of the parking lot, leaving rubber behind, the cops waved. “Got written permission to enter the
premises. Kitty signed off earlier as co-owner,” he breathed with a long sigh.
“Nice touch, Woody,” I complimented. “Glad you thought about that earlier, especially after
trying your best to fuck her brains.” I gave him a nod and grin of approval.
“Uh, yes, that was really wild, sorry, I know right there in the office and all,” he said bashfully.
“But, she’s really something. I mean wow, what a woman, damn, takes charge.”
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“Aw, a good fucking in the office isn’t such a bad thing,” I started, reached over and grabbed
his thigh. “People get so uptight about such things. No sweat and no regret, my young partner.”
With a squeeze, I went on, “I wouldn’t consider this sexual harassment on the job,” I joked and he
laughed. “And, we should make a movie with you sometime. I think Kitty is right about that. A
little training, some breaking in, you’d be good. I think Kitty would be a good co-star.”
“Ok, I’m not opposed to that,” he said with a bashful slant and a hesitant grin. “Glad you’re not
upset about doing Ms. Kitty on the conference room table.”
“No worries, baby, you’re doing fine,” I reassured. “I should’ve taken some picture, but I was
caught up in the moment. You got some good rhythm. In this climate of bullshit news media
complaints about this one grabbed that one, and that one groped this one, it was refreshing to see
that table used for a good purpose. Besides, Kitty and the Cucky have their own production
company. Plus, they sell a line of adult toys, lingerie and movies online.”
“So, I was being product tested?” Woody surmised with a wide-eyed look. “You think she was
trying me out, like an interview and a screen test? Wow, that’s cool.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” I replied and raced down the road to the mansion. But, I really needed
to add one more thing about his physical potential. “Woody, you got great possibilities in the adult
entertainment business. And, right here in geri-land, where product testing goes on every day,
especially with dick stiffening successes, Woody my boy, you’ll be a star.”
“Wow, that’s something, okay, I’ll give it a try,” Woody answered with a smile.
In minutes, having raced through the heavy winter season flocking traffic, we were at the front
gates to the old estate. Every day it takes a certain amount of common sense skill to ensure social
survival. So many idiots and so little time to take them out of the gene pool. As to driving, long
time ago, or so it seems, I was a traffic cop. Most people just fucking robots, and stupid, waiting
for somebody to tell them what to do. They can barely pull off a good hand job, or mount a ball
gushing fuck. Yet, they keep trying and there are always exceptions.
Regardless of all that, the old haunted mansion had an ominous flare beginning at the front
entrance. Dusty, gray shelled driveway, and rusted remnants, the faded coral colored columns
resisted time and held up the massive black iron gates. Seemingly abandoned and desolate, the
atmosphere gave me a surge of cactus pricking vigilance. Ornately fashioned across the top of both
sections, the framework connected the initials, ‘D-M’. From here, the long winding driveway of
sandy faded crushed shells led down to the sea shore and the gloomy Drago Mansion.
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As though the specter of count Dracula lurked on the premises, darkness seemed to engulf the
surrounding property for several hundred acres. Prime real estate, the compound was extremely
valuable, but possessed a demonic past that frightened the timid and the weak minded. As a result,
most greedy and corrupt land speculators stirred clear. That was probably a good thing, depending
on your perspective. Spooky and creepy to the say the least, the atmosphere seemed sensually
intoxicating if you were inclined toward reality and not afraid of ghosts.
Added to the carnal flavor of the place, the historic debauchery remained legendary. The part
that intrigued me was the mystique of intense sexuality. In its heyday, you can do just about
anything you wanted here. At some of the parties, rumors maintained that some people did more
than that. From swinger sex to BDSM proclivities, I witnessed more than a few things here.
Mysteriously sensual for a moment, I recalled the fucking I did here years ago. Sometimes, I got
fucked and sometimes, with a nice girthy strap on, I fucked some of the others. Fucking, sucking
and everything imaginable went on, and no one seemed to complain.
We were parked in front of the huge fading mansion with it southern styled columns looming
upward to the rooftop. It could have been a movie prop for an old south plantation. Fading to the
dusty realms of history, the pale whiteness cracked and curled across the surface of the concrete
walls. Standing in front of the massive black pine double doors of the entrance, underneath the
portico, I could feel the primal energy. Three brown tiled steps led to the entry. When I looked at
Woody, he appeared to have a worried expression on his face.
Particularly, he seemed to perk up, as he glanced at all the warning signs about no trespassing
and punishments that would befall the foolish intruder. Maybe what got his attention were the
iconic cautions about the evil that lived in the mansion. Hastily scribbled placards and red spray-
painted graffiti warned the naïve and the foolish of the darkness within. Well, on that note, if you
believe in the supernatural, as most people do, you would be well advised to leave. I believed in
my gun and hand to hand tactics in dealing with the living. For this occasion, I brought my Smith
9mm that rested comfortably under my suit coat. Woody was a revolver guy.
“You okay?” I asked and wondered for a second if his dick shrank. Then again, was the
atmosphere giving him a boner at the prospect of the darkness? “Woody, you getting a woody?”
Instantly, we look at each other. He smiled. “You are getting stiff.”
“Sorry, boss, it’s a little weird, I’m getting turned on by the place,” he admitted.
“Don’t be sorry, my friend, a stiffy is a good thing,” I admonished.
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“I mean,” he said with a cough and slight choke in his voice. “It’s a turn on.”
“Nice, I feel the same way, pal,” I told him and reached for his crouch.
With a playful yank, I pulled him along with me. Slightly jolted by the surprise dick squeeze,
he followed me up the three levels to the massive black doors. I paused for a moment, turned and
caught his gawk, which was fixated on my ass. He reacted with a bashful slump from those broad
shoulders down to his slim waist. My fingers rubbed his crotch and felt the swell of his big cock.
Yep, I figured he could do well in the adult film business.
“Gulp,” he muttered shyly. “Thank you, that feels wonderful, boss.”
“Nor worries, it’s okay. Stay with that feeling and think. Sex stimulates thinking. It is the only
time the entire brain is fully integrated at the highest levels of cognition. Cerebral energy after an
orgasm lights ups the senses. Uh huh,” I told him with a sincere nod. “That’s a fact. Now, consider
this.” I turned back to examine the realtor’s lockbox on one of the doorknobs. “Here’s the thing,
why would someone invest in a medieval castle? And, we know the director, now dead and resting
quietly at the morgue, the asshole, was connected to the Cuck.”
“Um, before we talk about that,” Woody stuttered. “Sorry boss, no sexual harassment intended
when I stared at your very nice ass, ma’am. I mean you have a really great ass, with all due respect,”
he apologized with a head bow and sidetracked from my speculation about the case at hand. “Okay,
I just needed to get that out. Sorry, uh the case, um, let me think a moment.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Woodrow,” I mockingly scolded in response to his apology.
“Seriously? You know damn good and well I could give a hairy rat’s ass about political
correctness, gender bias, or any of that collective social bullshit. It’s a waste of my fucking time,
or time to fuck, you know what I mean? Geezus, I’ve dealt with that horseshit for decades. What
the fuck, Woody? Ain’t nothing changed from one generation to the next.”
“Affirmative, ma’am, I agree,” Woody groveled a little bit, but he was still hunk.
“Whisky, tango, foxtrot, W-T-F,” I muttered under my breath. “A bunch cupcakes, sissies and
snowflakes running around acting like victims, insulting the real victims.”
“I know, but…,” he came back with a hesitant slant. “Just don’t want to offend.”
“Give me a fucking break,” I said and got in his face. “You’re fucking a client on the conference
room table, giving her one of the best orgasms she’s had lately, and you’re concerned about office
etiquette or some nonsense about gender relations? Come on, Woody, let’s get focused here, I’d
say that was a bonus for doing a good job at entertaining a client.”
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“Well, it was certainly a boner.” He smiled. “And, whew, that woman, she’s is amazing. Wow,
she really blew my mind. Then again, it could’ve been a job interview.”
“There you go, I like that. Yeah, think about that. Kitty was fucking you for a potential role in
an upcoming film by her hubby. Cucky Chucky is always looking for new talent and he pays his
actors very well.” I gave him a wink. “Okay, moving on,” I added and turned back to face the
entrance. Hands on hips, deeper in thought, I said, “I got this feeling everything we need to know
starts here.” I shook my head up and down a few times and sighed. “A gut feeling.”
“Sounds reasonable, boss,” Woody said but looked stumped.
“Just an intuitive sense,” I began again. “That the clues begin with this very interesting old
mansion. So, who’d buy this macabre piece of history. And, down the road a bit, there’s the old
train station now closed and for sale. Both places been abandoned for years. Second to that, I know
the now deceased director was connected here in some way.” I tossed Woody a seductive gaze.
What’da ya think, Woody, my ace partner and confidant?”
“I’m with you, boss, this is the starting point,” he replied with enthusiasm. “The place is still in
transition from receivership, the real estate company and Cucky Chucky.”
“We need to take a look as everyone’s financials. I know the cops will. Ash doesn’t miss much
of anything.” I worked the code on the lock box Woody got from the realtor. After retrieving the
key, I unlocked the door and held my breath for a moment. “Let’s see what’s in here.”
“Boss,” Woody started to say. “I’m getting a feeling.”
“Yep, me too. We need to go to the basement first,” I said to him, while I did a three sixty in
the ornate foyer that opened on the white and black marbled floor of main hall. A massive fireplace
sat mute in front of us with a cold and quiet reception. “My god, I still smell the ghosts of sex that
lingers in the air.” I shook my head. “Wow, I’m sensing all the fucking.”
“I thought it might be chilly in here,” Woody guessed aloud. “With the winter season and all,
plus the breeze off the gulf.” He caught my glance. “Yeah, I know we’re in Florida.”
“However,” I wanted to offer. “It is warm and the fireplace is old and cold, and the heating
system is turned off. Okay, and why would that be?”
“I don’t know yet,” Woody said with a hint of speculation.
“In its day, this was the place to come, and cum they did,” I explained with sly grin. “Every
form of sex you can imagine and then some. It’s a shrink’s wet dream.”
“They say Drago Malice was a kind of Marquis de Sade,” Woody added.
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“That’s what they say,” I said and smiled to give him credit for his research. “Uh huh, the
reflection of the kinky stuffy. It explores the darkness within each of us.”
“As a cop you know the darkness that lurks below the surface,” Woody added.
“You betcha,” I agreed and took his hand and led into the darkened recess under the white
winding staircase. A heavy sliding black door beckoned us to enter. “This is part of the world that
cops know, the alter egos of people, especially those who pretend they are something else.”
“Most of us conceal the others living on the inside of us,” Woody stuttered to hack out his
learning curve. “I should become a cop, right, and understand the dark side?”
“Yeah, should.” I reached for the huge brass door handle. “Yet, behind the mask, we all share
a commonality of carnal yearnings for a deeper sense of who we are. Lifestyles tell us more about
ourselves.” I gave him a moment to wonder about that. “Cops understand things most people do
not want to imagine because they are too afraid to face the reality.”
“So, this leads to the underground lair of Drago Malice, huh?” Woody asked.
“Yep, through this portal, down the stairs and into the dungeon,” I told him and jerked on the
handle. Taking a breath and bracing myself, I pulled hard. “Damn, talk about tight.”
“Oh yeah, looks like it,” Woody chuckled. “Talk about tight, Kitty was tight.”
“Yeah, I know she is,” I confirmed his recent pleasure and swiveled a look at his face. “She’s
got one vice-grip of a pussy. Squeeze your dick or your fingers, she’s hot.”
“Wow, it’s dark on those steps,” Woody reacted when I slammed the door open. Creaking,
scratchy and unhinged sounds echoed throughout the house. “Fuck it’s spooky.”
“Okay, let’s visit hell,” I muttered with an eerie whisper and notice Woody shaking a little.
“Hang in there, this is very interesting. Malice wanted it deep underground. That’s why the house
is elevated and built at a higher level. Hit the light switch over there.”
With some electrical hesitation, a series of flickers and buzzes in the walls, the reddish tinted
illumination lit the stairs to the underground recesses. Lavish vintage bronze fixtures along the
curvature of the ceiling arched downward into the shadowy realm. Splashes of crimson light
fluttered around an assorted of black and white nude statuary. Couples, threesomes and other
entanglements depicted sexual positions and postures, front and rear, tops and bottoms, to display
an array of unbridled sexuality. A variety of wall art hung behind the mute and unanimated figures
and told similar stories of human sexuality. Here and there, animals made appears.
“You weren’t kidding, it’s getting kinky,” Woody muttered under his breath.
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“Does it turn you on?” I whispered from behind him, grabbed his butt cheek and ran my fingers
down the crease of his pants. “I think I got my answer. There’s something about this place. Maybe
it is haunted.” Reaching under his groin, I grabbed a handful. “Hmm, yes you are.” Funny thing
is, other than the usual office flirting, today was the first time I’ve seen him naked. “My goodness,
Woody, that’s quite a stump. I only got glimpses when you were pounding Ms. Kitty.”
“Uh yeah, thanks, I appreciate that.” Woody was acting shy, but I feel him twitching every time
I squeezed his ball and rubbed his dick. “Wow, that feels good, boss.” He pulled in a breath. “Oh
hell yeah,” he said with a hint of surrender in his tone. His voice inflection was more of a low
groan of pleasure than a schoolboy’s exuberance. “This would be a great place to fuck and be
fucked.” He stopped abruptly shook his head. “I mean, you know…”
“What do you mean, Woody? Are we sharing a different side of you?” I whispered again. “You
want to submit to me? You like older women? Yeah, you do, you fucked the hell out of Kitty. She
was babbling and cumming, one orgasm after the other. You were good, baby.”
An energy filled the room. To me, it seemed like static electricity of some kind. Shivers tingled
from my clit to my nipples. In the next moments, the huge circular room came alive, seemingly on
its own, without inference by us. My hand fell away from his crotch and I felt as if gripped by
some mystical force. Light headed and a little dizzy my vagina was wet. Slowly, as if time slowed,
I visually circled the room and beheld the array of restraints and bindings.
That of course was the intent of these confines. Mysteriously, the lights lowered and pulsated,
in a rhythmic sequence, amber, red, blue, light to dark, and shades of grey. Very soft, enticing and
subtle, the seduction was potent. Around the room, an upscale assortment of BDSM accoutrements
quietly called out for their collective seduction. Seconds ticked away inside my head, and I reached
to the front of woody’s pants. He did not resist as his posture slumped submissively.
The effect this place was having on us was not a surprise for me. As I was here before, years
ago, in the heyday of the fun and frolic. The admonition of the late baron of this realm, the Drago,
was ‘fuck or be fucked, submit or dominate’. At that second, I noticed something similar to an
early setting. We were in the midst of a stage similar to the Casa Del Cinema. During the filming,
the props were arranged in the theater almost as a duplicate of this place.
“Boss, I’m getting a little faint,” Woody whimpered as though in a stupor.
“Easy, big guy,” I reassured as he fell toward me. In a flash, like a camera light going off, my
mind got foggy. I dragged him to a black and red bondage chair. “Here we go, relax.”
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Padded in sleek black leather, with red heart-shaped seats, the chair back had a cross shape. For
the legs, the panels angled outward in order spread the subs thighs. This was a specially designed
chair for multifunction purposes. Overhead, a block and tackle, hoisting configuration allowed an
automatic conversion raising the subject off the floor. Once in the air, the seating became a secure
swing, by which other fantasies were possible. Who designed this place remained a mystery, as
many concluded Drago’s heirs continued the secrecy.
I felt completely mesmerized by the atmosphere. As I took in a deep breath, I could smell the
scent of an exotic perfume, with a hint of roses. The seduction was nearly complete as the aromatic
inducements produced the desired effect. When I thought I was about to faint, my energy levels
shot up. At which point, I lifted Woody onto the seat and quickly stripped him. He did not protest
and remained in a slight slumber as if drugged, het still semi-conscious. Completely naked to me,
his exquisite body gleamed with a warm glistening sweat.
“What’s going on, Chrystal?” He mumbled. “I’m naked, you’re tying me up.” His head
wobbled from side to side. “You’re coating me with oil, something slick.”
“Uh huh, we’re gonna have some fun, you little slut boy,” I said but with a different voice.
Maybe possessed, I could not tell, the mind, produced by the brain’s many personalities, is a
powerful sex engine. My senses gave in to the intoxicating aroma and the visual stimulation of the
room. “You betcha, I’ve got you racked and strapped, fuck toy.”
“I submit to you,” he answered with a feeble hint, breathless and apparently overwhelmed by
the atmosphere. “Mistress,” he uttered an obedient tone, “your wish is my command.”
“You’re gonna get fucked and sucked, slave,” I ordered in a deep guttural utterance. He was
already massively hard as an iron rod. Wherever the lubricants came from, I do not recall. “Wow,
you are a magnificent fuck slut. I’m gonna enjoy hitting that man cunt.”
“Mistress, please,” he pleaded yet again in a groggy tone. “Fuck me, use me…”
“Get ready for your initiation, bitch.” Without hesitance, I slapped his face back and forth a few
times and fetched a small black and red whip. At which point, I relished in whipping him slightly,
just enough to stir his senses and mine. “Every man should connect with his inner slut, his sissy
boy side. You will submit and transform to your womanly inner self.”
“I submit to my mistress,” he babbled absently and spread himself to me. “Thank you, Mistress
Chrystal; I want to go to that place. Please, take me there, do me as you desire.”
“Hmmm,” I said with a mouth full of tangy imaginative expectation.
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“Oh my god,” Woody exhaled weakly and slumped in his restraints.

“You’re my bitch now,” I railed at him. “Here me, you wanna be my bitch?”
“Oh yes, please, my mistress,” Woody answered with feeble surrender.
“Okay, then,” I started. “Let’s jack you a little bit and get you ready to blow that cum all over
yourself. I want you on the edge. You’re gonna be bathed in your cum juice.”
In seconds, without a double take, I’d found a ball-gag, black rubber strap with a red orb, and
whipped it around his head. He coughed but did not struggle. A flash of mere moments and he was
gagged in struggling predicament. After securing his restraints to the multipurpose chair, designed
with various mechanical enhancements, I disappeared for a moment. Time seemed irrelevant, as I
came back dressed in a black latex vest with gold buckles, a black leather garter belt and shiny
black stiletto heeled boots. In one hand, I held a black and red whip.
Breathing deeply, I wanted to be seduced to the dark side, and at that moment, I snapped the
whip a few times in the air. I could feel my vagina twitch in growing wetness. My nipples hardened
quickly, while my breasts hung through the openings in the vest. This was good for me to cross
over from the mundane to the profane and live in the fringe of mind-altering pleasure. For Woody,
he appeared more than eager to explore his other self and reach deeper into the recesses of primal
carnality. His glowing nakedness was a feast for the eyes and I devoured him.
“My goodness,” I began to toy with him. “You’re very hard, my little fuck boy.” My fingers
curled around this big dick and strained to make a complete circle. “My, my, what a beautiful cock
you have, my hunky fuck boy. I’m gonna open you wide and fuck you.”
Lubed to smooth perfection, shiny and stiff, I pumped his dick hard with one hand, and swatted
his thighs with the whip. Such is the disciplined life, strenuous in due diligence to altering the
“mindset”, by sheer act of willfulness to prevail in wiser discretions of potent sexuality. Fuck or
be fucked, whatever the choice, each passage of self must be explored. The strap-on, red harness
and black rubber dick, long and hard, was on me out of nowhere. I don’t remember putting it on
for the feasting at hand. Regardless, this was true enlightenment at a different level of sensual
adventure. Cowards, I thought, would never explore these realms.
“Oooo, mistress, oh fuck, that feels so good, thank you,” Woody muttered. More like he
stuttered, his openness was immediate and without reservation. “Thank you…”
“My goodness, Woody, you got a big one, woohoo, I’m gonna make that cock spurt all over
the place,” I whispered eerily not sure where the voice came from.
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“I can take it,” he begged. “Please, get me off, make me cum.” He squirmed in his restraints,
but not for his want of intimacy within his psyche. He plead his case further, “Thank you, mistress,
if it pleases you, I serve your needs and desires. Fuck me, please, I need your cock.”
“Nicely done, slave,” I said, as I was really enjoying this moment beyond the senses. “Oh, baby,
you’re gonna get fucked with this big dig of mine. Slut boy, get ready.”
When he said that, I found a remote control. Bizarre I thought, the magic in this dungeon defied
the reality of anything on the outside. Easily in my alternate persona, I pressed a button and the
chair transformed. From seated to hoisted, Woody was now raised up with his legs pulled upward
and spread wide. His ass adjusted to my waist level and the prominence of my strap-on.
Woody’s butt was at a good angle to fuck his ass. His balls were huge, tight and up against the
huge girth of his cock. Stiff as a pine tree limb, that dick of his hardened to perfection. I adjusted
him some more. A small red tipped toggle switch on the handset made this very simple. Up or
down, side to side, I could position his ass, his dick, his nicely hung balls, and any other part
exactly where I wanted him. He swung slowly toward me in his anxiousness.
“Whip me, mistress, fuck me, and do me…”he called out. “Spank me.”
“Oh yeah,” I breathed out excitedly and almost couldn’t contain myself. My crotch was soaked
and I wanted to be fucked so badly. The visual gave me a nice stiffening hard on. My clit wanted
to be sucked so badly. In the next seconds, I was close to orgasm. “Woody, my slut toy, you got
one hell of a big dick. Geezus, bitch boy, I could ride you all day and fuck you into tomorrow.”
My senses were in high gear, as I feel into the depths of sexuality. “Oh fuck, it’s good.”
I felt a surge of exhilaration at this point. While jacking his dick to the edge of blowing his
load, I put a pink condom over my strap-on dick. What the fuck, who knows what magic made all
this happy, like a dream, while we both wanted to shoot off our sex cream. Greasing my faux-
penis, I carefully arranged Woody’s body closer to me. His legs adjusted up in the air so I could
leverage him and fuck his ass better. His butt entrance touch my dick and he winced.
“Thank you, mistress,” the big hunky fit guy, very manly, wanted to be fucked.
“Here we go, nice and easy, just a little bit of the tip,” I encouraged gently. “Uh huh, good boy,
you’re okay, take my cock, I’m putting in the head slowly, yeah, there you go.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh mistress, it’s tight,” he whimpered but didn’t resist.
“Yep, you’re virgin man cunt is a little tight, my fuck toy,” I taunted.
“Oooo, uh, ah, damn, you’re going in me, mistress,” Woody mumbled.
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“You betcha, bitch, who’s your mistress, slut boy?” I teased and pressed deeper. He pulled
back. “Stop, take my cock, slave pussy, you wanted this, that’s it, take the dick.”
“Yes, Mistress Chrystal, oh god, that’s in there hard,” he said with a moan.
Inch by inch, slowly I poked his ass a little bit at a time. For a moment, I held onto the dildo,
made sure reach fit his butt and drove further into his ass. My fingers gripped and wrapped
intensely around the harness of the chair-swing. My fixation grew stronger with each slight
pumping motion that would soon build with force. I pushed further, he struggled but took it as
commanded. On the inside of my strap-on, I could feel the smaller extension press against my clit.
Swollen, sticking out like a small penis, the sensation was putting me over the edge.
“Yeah, my slut slave, my muscled bitch boy, you’re doing great,” I badgered with a hint of
dominating amusement. “Oh fuck, this is good. Every man needs to feel this, get fucked and enjoy
the transformation. What the fuck,” I blustered, threw my head back and enjoyed the show we had
created. “Geezus, you hot fucking motherfucker, goddamn this a good fucking.”
“Please, mistress, fuck me, oh hell yes, thank you, fuck me,” Woody begged.
Pegging the fuck out of him, we both were reaching a high state of altered consciousness. As
he pleaded his initiation, his breaking in, and his subduing, I felt an orgasm shuddered inside me.
I screamed and kept pumping his ass, slapping his butt checks and jacking his cock. Inhaling
deeply, filling my lungs with the sex in the air, my back bent forward, I hunched over and enjoyed
the cascade of rushing primal energy. Still fucking his ass, the ooze of my sexual fluids seeped and
dripped around the strap-on. And now, Woody was ready to blow his load.
“Oh my god, I gonna cum, mistress,” he blurted out and strained to curl upward.
“That’s a good boy, oh yeah, baby, you’re gonna cum for your mistress,” I demanded and
shivered in the delight of my own throbbing pulsations. “Do it, cum for me.”
I continued fucking him, deeper in his ass, impaled on my cock, he held onto the harness and
used his other hand to jack himself off. Wilder yet, my fingers dug into his ass cheeks, and I
slammed my cock into butt with faster motion. Dicking him deeper, he groaned and grimaced to
take the fucking and accept his initiation. Breaking him to the joys of a good fuck was easier than
I expected. All this sweaty muscle being pounded gave me a potent thrill.
“Mistress, I’m cumming,” he groaned with a winced and clinching expression.
“Oh yeah, my bitch boy, you’re cumming alright, woohoo, blow it, baby,” I encouraged. He
did. His milky cum shot up in the air like a geyser. “Nice, shoot it, slut!”
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“Ohhhhh, fuckkkk!” Woody burst out, held onto his dick just below the purplish head and
jacked himself. “I’m cumming, Mistress Chrystal. “Damn, damn, feels wonderful…”
“You go boy toy, pump that giz all over that hairy tight tummy,” I uttered excitedly. My clit
got stiffer and hotter, as I watched his cum spurt in gushes. “Yeah, that’s it, blow that load.”
“Please keep fucking me,” he begged for more while he spurted on himself.
“Uh huh, you’re getting fucked,” I assured him and kept poking his ass with my dick.
While I fucked Woody into oblivion, the strap-on rubbed my thick engorged clit. The orgasms
shook me from head to toe. For a moment, I thought I would scream, but I contained myself and
gripped the intense fleshy pleasure that rocked my senses. Beyond the floodgates of reality, as we
nearly came in unison, the sweat of heated carnality swept us away. Both of us sucked in and
consumed the beauty of transformation in an altered state of erotic liberation.
Moments later, the feel of the beautiful experience with my assistant became part of a wonderful
closeness that would unify our relationship. Now, we were closer, a special kind of family, a bond
that would delve into the mysteries of being human. Woody began his journey by fucking Kitty in
the office, freely expanding his state of mind to a higher level of self-evolution. At this point in
time, I took him further across that sexual divide into the intimacy of self-discovery.
We crossed over into a realm where few people were brave enough to go. Minutes passed, I
slowly pulled my cock out of his ass. He sighed deeply and sank in the swing. Tiny noises, little
creaking sounds from the harness filled the peaceful quiet. Back from the brink of our open, candid
and honest sexuality, our eyes met and spoke streams of appreciation for each other. What were
friends and colleagues for, to explore and open that hidden door. For a brief few moments, we
admired each other’s physical nature. Naked, open and free, this was the instant where we breached
mental and material walls beyond the usual conforming senses.
“Thank you,” was about all he could mumble in his erotic stupor. “I appreciate you.”
“Yeah, back at ya,” I gave him with a smile. “We’re a good team, Woody. This is called self-
evolution, no hang-ups, no regrets and no worries about doctrine or dogma.”
“Weird, the room changed again,” Woody noted, took depth breaths and stood there in his
uninhibited nakedness. Helping him out of the swing set, the surrounding airflow changed again.
“Those pale amber lights, like a dream, came back on,” he told me, while I gently massaged his
cock. “I feel great. That was amazing. I found another side of myself.”
“You’re amazing to let it happen, be mature about it,” I assured him.
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“Geezus, I feel a little dizzy,” he confessed lightly and smiled a satisfied glint.
“You were great, Woody, you’re evolving,” I reassured him. “It’s all very normal. But, fear
and immaturity, and selfish stupidity keep people from learning about who they are.”
“I’ve learned a lot today,” he admitted. “Please teach me more.”
“We will,” I said, nodded and we stood there nakedly appreciating each other’s’ presence.
“Meanwhile, back on the case and the question remains, who did the malice?”
“Yeah, yeah, back to the reality. Wow, that’s was so dreamlike, I had no idea,” Woody said
and seemed stumped by the entire affair not to mention forgetting about the case at hand. “Trying
to see the forest for the trees, we went out on a limb. Sorry, had to say it.”
“Yes we did, my friend,” I assured him. “It’s okay, it’s called discovery in the journey of life,
and everyone must seek their quest and find their inner liberation.”
“I’m okay with this, or that, you’re a good teacher, thank you,” he murmured softly and stared
at my body. “Your gorgeous, I love working with you, you’re amazing.”
Gently, he ran his strong hands over my neatly shaved pubis, up to my navel and across my
breast. I smiled and toyed with his cock, still slick, gleaming from lubricant and cum. A couple of
droplets squeezed out of the bulbous head and oozed onto my hand.
“Likewise,” I accepted and returned the compliment. “Back on task,” I started and shifted the
focus. “Let’s get dressed and figure out how this place plays into the murder.”
“Get the feeling we’re being watched?” Woody asked after fully clothed again.
“Yep, I certainly do,” I gave a whispered and zipped my pants. “I’ve never actually them, but
supposedly the structural design contains hidden passages throughout the place.”
“Gulp, who’s that?” Woody said in a posture that suggested he was ready to fight.
In the archway of the entrance to the dungeon, a lone figure stood there. Shrouded in darkness
I could tell he was wearing a trench coat and a fedora. A haze of smoke circled above him. There
was the smell of an imported cigar, no doubt of Cuban blend. A tiny red glow emanated from the
stogie as he stood there. I knew one his hands likely rested on a pistol.
“I knew I felt a shiver I had not felt in a long time,” I quipped and reached for my gun. “Colonel
Paladin Payne, U.S. intelligence, what a surprise. Enjoy the show?”
“Of course, Detective Chalice, you’re good entertainment,” he said with a deep tone.
“Are you a help or hindrance?” I asked. “Where’s your sidekick, Morticia?
“I’m here to help you,” he answered. “Wanna know who did the malice?”
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