There are moments in life – horrifying moments – when the world seems to stand still. Such a moment came to Crystal Locke a couple of weeks later in the middle of one of her seminars at Fisk International as she spoke to a roomful of insurance executives, giving them instructions on the operation of their new A-C 1100 computer. Fred and Sylvia Ritter were there, of course, while Crystal lectured in top form.
A couple of men came into the room and went to the Ritters. They didn't look like insurance people to Crystal. Furthermore, she saw two uniformed policemen hovering in the door behind them…
As she talked, the two men spoke quietly to both Ritters… then led them from the room. Fred looked white in the face. Sylvia's dark eyes became shocked in deep terror. The plain clothes officers removed the couple from the room…
A half hour later, lecture finished, Crystal was summoned back to the A-C headquarters to face the president of her company.
She was in a state of shock, not having been able to find out why the Ritters were arrested.
"Crystal, I'm afraid there's bad news," Mr. Johnson said. "Your course of lectures at Fisk International will have to be suspended for a short period."
"What – what happened? I saw policemen there. They arrested the Ritters."
"They were arrested for fraud, Crystal. They were pretty high up – the top brass is in a state of shock."
Mr. Johnson told her the Ritters had been faking policies, paying the premiums with false loans and milking the company treasury. They had done the same thing in a smaller Chicago company and had moved to New York to spread out in a big way.
"Thank God they didn't have time to run any of this stuff into our computer over there, Crystal. It could've made us look bad. I've spoken to the programmers and they haven't been near the machine. Just the same I'm having our security man run a check on their machine."
"Who – who is that?"
"Now, Crystal, it's better that you don't know the name of the man who runs our computer security."
She escaped from Mr. Johnson's office as fast as she could and tore off for her apartment and her computer keyboard. The Ritters hadn't been near the A-C 1100 – they didn't have to go near it. She'd already fed all of the information into the machine for their con game. The programmers wouldn't catch it – but Gunnar Strand certainly would.
She dashed into her apartment building and almost died waiting for the elevator to take her to her floor. She had a disaster circuit that would cancel every bit of information she'd fed into the machine. If she could only clear the machine before those fake policies were discovered. She almost jumped out of her skin in terror, waiting for the elevator to stop. Hurry, please, hurry…
She literally ripped the door of her apartment open, dashed across the living room to the typewriter terminal, and turned the machine on.
"Starshell to Fisk International," she typed.
"Hello,Starshell. This Is F.i."
"Goodbye, Hakluyt," she typed.
That was the kill instruction. In seconds the big machine would wipe out every instruction she'd given it and she would be clear. All her emergency instruction had to be was some phrase that would never in a million years be used by some programmer.
She sat back waiting for the acknowledgment. Once she got that, she had further instructed the machine to blank out all reference to Starshell. To the machine it would be as if the Starshell subroutine had never existed.
Her keyboard remained silent.
"Damn!"
She repeated the instruction. There was another long stretch of silence, then her keyboard clattered: "Starshell information remains intact. you are a stupid bitch. This is DARKSTAR!"
She gave a moan and beat her fists on the desk in a rage of impotence.
Gunnar opened the door of her apartment to face Crystal. The platinum blonde looked like death warmed over.
"Gunnar – why don't you let me clear the Fisk machine? I'll be arr-arr-arrested."
He waved her into his apartment with a cool smile.
"Why, child, have you been playing keyboard games again with those horrible Ritter people?"
"You know I have, you bastard. You can save me by clearing the machine for me."
"That's true. Also, I doubt the Ritters would tell on you. They're old pros and wouldn't pull you in. Furthermore, even if they tried to, it would require the Starshell tape to get you in trouble. You're well thought of, so without evidence, no one would believe the Ritters."
"So help me, Gunnar. Help me!"
"Oh, I will, I will. Providing you help me first."
"What – do you want?"
"Well, Leaf has left me. Yes, indeed. She eloped back to her simple Pennsylvania town with a young bank teller. This life proved too much for her. She told me she spent more time on her back than on her feet. I think she made the right decision. New York's not for everybody. But I've been lonely…"
"Gunnar, dammit, those programmers could be digging into the machine's memory right this minute. Don't forget DARKSTAR is in there, too. I want those signals erased within the hour. So get to the point."
"Very well. But, remember, you were the one who wanted direct, fast action. Go into my bedroom and take off your clothes."
"What! – Oh, Gunnar!"
Minutes later, she was in Gunnar's small bedroom completely naked. She wanted to weep. She wanted to scream. Like all crazy stupid men, sex came first, even when the ship was sinking. She never felt less like sex in her life.
"Are you indecent?" called Gunnar from the other side of the door.
"I'm stripped," she said gloomily.
Gunnar walked into the room, leading a complete stranger, a young man dressed in pajamas, who had a beard and looked sleepy.
"Crystal, this is Robert Gardner, my house guest. Bob, this is Crystal. I wanted you to meet under proper conditions, but Crystal is in a great hurry today. She wants no frills."
She gave a shriek, sat up, and grabbed a pillow to cover her nudity. Young Mr. Gardner looked as shocked as she was, but his face lit up when he got the flash of her nude body before she could cover it.
"Just got in from Europe," said Gardner. "Jet lag. That's why I've been sleeping in the other bedroom in the middle of the afternoon."
"Remember, Crystal," said Gunnar, "you want me to hurry things up. Be direct."
"Gunnar…"
"We're both going to fuck Miss Locke," said Gunnar to Bob Gardner. "I'll go first. Then we'll all go out to dinner, maybe catch a show, and you can have your fuck later tonight, Bob, if that's all right with you."
Crystal screamed and young Gardner said, "Holy shit – uh-excuse me, Miss Locke. I better get out of here."
He gave Gunnar a look, as if Gunnar were insane, and fled. At least he had the decency to do that.
"Gunnar, if you think…"
"Oh, I know, I know, baby. Before I clear that rot of yours out of the Fisk computer I'm going to ball you and then turn you over to my house guest, since he has no local friends and is, no doubt, horny."
She sprang off the bed, clawing at him in a furious rage. He piled humiliation on top of humiliation on her. He'd finally exceeded her limit.
He defended himself, laughing.
"All this does is make me hard, Crystal. Remember, you're naked."
"Not for long, you bastard. You've gone too far. I'll take the police. I'll take jail. I'll take twenty years!"
She gave him a terrific slap on the face, grabbed her clothes, ducked under his arm and left, weeping, dressing as she went. Once decent, she slammed out of his apartment and returned to her own in the building across the street. She collapsed on her bed in the bedroom, weeping in utter desolation…
It was an hour later when Gunnar entered her apartment and found her still lying there on the bed.
"I can clear the computer for you, so you're home free," he said.
"I can also get you the money you need. I'll get it from the bank, and it's quite safe. Now isn't that a lot better than five years in jail, plus getting a bad reputation with A-C for the insurance thing."
"I make such a lousy crook!" she said.
"No. Your computer scams would work. The Ritters were nabbed for what they did before you met them. You were a poor judge of character."
He sat on the bed and began to undo her blouse. She caught his hands for a moment and then released them. He exposed her glorious breasts, murmured something, and began to nibble and knead them.
Her mood was curious. She'd had the horrible shock of the Ritters' arrest followed by the shock of Gunnar's crude response to her cry for help. She was glad to escape into the rich world of sexuality.
"Gunnar, you do know how to eat a woman's breasts," she sighed. The rich, exciting thrills already ran down her body to heat her cunt. He dug his hands into her smooth flesh, beginning to pant in need, while she luxuriated to the feel of his strong grip. It looked like she was going to need him for a little while longer.
He kissed her belly and he kissed her cunt, opening her sex entrance for a few hot tongue strokes.
"Ahhhhh," she gasped, wildly undulating. It felt so good.
He stopped and stripped. When she saw his big, hard cock she felt her cunt go wet. She, too, was ready for sex pleasure after the harsh shocks of the day. She hoped against hope that he would give her straight sex, but he came back to the bed and turned her over on her face.
He dug his hands into her buttocks. He patted and squeezed the firm, smooth girl meat, while she heard his breathing become harsh. She felt a rising despair, because she knew that her denial of rear end sex when they'd last been together had inflamed him with desire to cornhole her.
"Gunnar, I don't like that form of sex," she begged.
"You've got the most gorgeous ass I ever saw on a woman," he told her. "I've got to have it. This is the time, Crystal. You know that."
She felt the old desperation and panic.
"Gunnar, when I was a girl in high school – that first sex – a boy caught me – it terrified me – hurt me – it took a long time to get over – I caaaaan't staaaaand – oh!"
He had reverently dug his hand inside of her deep buttocks to feel for her ass button.
"Time you got over it."
"Gunnar – I – it drives me crazy!"
"I've got to fuck your ass or die," he said simply.
He'd brought Vaseline from the dresser which he now used to grease her crack. He began to dig at her sphincter with his finger. She began to sweat. She wiggled to escape his finger.
"Now, Gunnar, let's talk about this. Oh! Oh!"
She felt pure fire as his finger began to violate her tight ass muscle. Panic seized her mind. She tried to get up and away from him. He pulled her back and went at her more furiously, driving his finger all the way into her tender gut this time.
"Aaaa-uuuuuuuuuu," she moaned as a white fury of pain seized her loins. It was an excruciating agony for her. As she felt his finger working up her locked anal passage she began to lose her wits. No longer did the five years in prison matter, or losing her job and her reputation. She just had to beg away from that fiery finger and the shame of having a man feel up her asshole.
She twisted around and fought him furiously and silently, eyes glazed in animal panic.
"You did that before," he grunted. "It's no big deal. You need someone to get you over this childish fear."
"No. No!"
She jerked free of him and fled to the living room. Gunnar stayed on the bed for a moment, carefully greasing his cock.
"Dumb bitch! Most gorgeous ass I ever saw on a woman," he muttered. Her perfect round buttocks, her full firmness, and the exciting dark crack inflamed his cock. He was going to have her butt, so that was that.
She had not fled the apartment. She cringed against the door, not so panicked as before, but staring at him with wide eyes, showing plenty of whites. She had her hands over her rear as if to protect her sensitive tail from his big cock. Her face was a picture of misery.
"I don't want it, Gunnar." She breathed deeply in heavy emotion.
"You have to have it. Think of it as a visit to a doctor or dentist. Not pleasant, but it will cure you."
"I don't want to be cured."
"Crystal," he said patiently, "Can't you get it through that sexy, blonde head of yours that I'm going to fuck your asshole. There's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
She wept softly then, but tears did not move his lust. He walked her to the sofa, shoved her face down, and mounted her hips.
He stared down at his luscious target, thrilling to the limits. Most girls just had curvy rears. Crystal had it all, in spades. Her rear seemed at once ripe and full, but firm and taut. It suggested an alternate entrance into her glorious loin mass that riveted the male eye whenever she entered a room. His cock seemed stretched to the shatter point as he pressed it down and felt the sexy warmth of her crack close over it.
He dug at her pucker with his hard-on, knowing and expecting new panic from her, so he held her squirming body firmly.
"Oh, Gunnar, oh, now, you mustn't do this – to meeee!" she wailed, trying to save her exquisite buttocks and glory hole. She felt the shame and degradation of his fantastic erection gorging into her thick back muscle and the pain was fierce.
"Oh, Oh, owwww!"
Then he made her.
"Gunnnarrrrrrrr!" she shrieked.
She slumped under him, with his cock head imbedded in her ass, all the way through the powerful seal of her sphincter. Ancient terrors made her shiver. The pain made her rock and moan. She gave off a high, thin continuous wail of ass wounding.
"Uhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuu."
He felt like a surgeon who'd made the first deep cut and must go forward at once. He also trembled, partly from the hot lock of her sphincter on his cock, partly from the delight at conquering her soft, sexy ass, partly from dealing with her savage distress.
"Unk, Unk."
He pried her anal passage open with short, furious bunts. Each inch of her pink, tender gut that he took brought new richness of joy to his probing shaft. The velvet tissues pressed sexily on his prick, while her interior body heat thrilled him to the core. The grip of her sphincter, the resistance, was fabulous against his fuck desire.
"Uuuuuuuuuuu," she continued to wail. Everything for her turned yellow as she started to pass out from the raping cock. It was the pain compounded by her psychological distress. Her body sweated and her heart thumped. It was more like an operation than sex for her. The extreme tenderness of her vital organs down there made her shiver.
Yet she was a strong woman. When at last, panting and gasping from his penetration, he flopped down on her back, her head began to clear. The pain lessened. His cock owned her anus as far as he could shove it up into her. Her tunnel gloved on his penis, which gave her a weird feeling when it throbbed in ecstasy.
"At laaaaast!" he cried.
It felt so great to own her asshole. The dumb kid didn't want to admit to the world, or admit to herself that she even had such a device. A woman's not recognizing her own sexuality made her that much more exciting.
He gathered her sweating, shivering body to his. All that nudity felt terrific. He felt that he'd penetrated to the very center of her being and that she could withhold no further secrets from him. Her entire body quivered at the slightest motion of his prick in her ass.
He began his strokes, almost dying from the slick, wet friction. He'd never felt anything so sweet along his cock as her tight little gut servicing him. Best of all, every time he fucked into her to his depth those glorious buttocks of hers went tense, smooth and sexy against his belly and thighs.
"Gunnar – I – can't allow this," she said helplessly.
"One hot little prick enema," he laughed. "This is the best sex I ever had in my life."
Her pain was less now. She was going to survive. She thought contemptuously that every time this man, lots of men, had a prick inside of you they thought it was the greatest sex on earth – until the next time.
"I hope the germs rot your prick!" she flashed over her shoulder.
"Worth it!" he grunted, grooving in and out of her ass. "Oh, soooo good!"
He added the final insult to her injury. He reached under her belly to jazz her cunt.
She gasped and flexed her ass up against him.
"Don't do thaaaaaaat!" she protested.
For the first time she felt sex thrills throughout her belly. It was kinky to sense that hard cock riding up into her tender intestine and to feel the pleasure-stimulation on her clit at the same time. In spite of herself, she rocked her loins for the ass fuck.
His finger went deeper into her empty cunt, stroking the velvet passage. Her sense of impalement was fantastic.
"Oh – my – goodness!" she cried.
"I think I can make you cum," he said proudly, jazzing her more rapidly.
"Don't want – to," she managed.
"That's all right – with me – but I will!" he panted, drilling faster and faster in and out of her body, the friction thrills rising.
Nevertheless, he continued the sliding pressure on her cunt, making it swell and heat with the plunging of his finger. His action on her body was wickedly thrilling, because the finger in her vagina made her hump and drive her butt up and down on his blade. The piston action thrilled the both of them.
He wasn't done with finding her pleasure centers to whip her to further ecstasies. He got his free hand under her stomach to reach up and capture one of her rich globes. He made the nipple of one of her big breasts dig into his palm. About all he couldn't do to her was French kiss her.
"Ohhh, Gunnar – you – using me."
"All that I can!" he cheered.
His own sex enthrallment was perfect. The feeling of reaming her butt was just a delicious as he'd thought it would be. To lay full on that ripe, naked girl body, ramming into her tight, slick asshole, to knead her luscious breast and ream her hot little cunt gave him the sensation of totally owning her in sex. He rode closer and closer to his proud, bursting glory.
As he fucked into her he remembered his desperate and gloomy time in prison, and how he'd dreamed of someday catching up with her and paying her back. Before prison she'd been like a Goddess to him. He'd had some noble idea of taking some of the blame even through it hadn't been his game. A week in prison had changed his ideas about nobility and sacrifice. Underneath it was a carnal desire for her body that turned him on. When he caught her it was to fulfill his desire to fuck every hole in her body, over and over.
"Baby, I never wanted to fuck a bitch animal so much in my life," he growled in her ear. "I'm getting my own back."
"You – an animal," she gasped.
"I'm doing this… for me, and for all the poor guys who stared… oh, oh, oh… who stared at your luscious body and can't have it. Oh, my God, this is delicious!"
She began to rise toward orgasm. It astonished her, yet even as she feared him, she also turned on to his mad desire for her flesh. It was going to be humiliating to pay tribute once more to his huge cock. It was inevitable. She began to stiffen and thrill, her sex nerves loaded to a creamy bursting.
"I hate this. I'm going to goooooo!" she sang.
"Well, now," he said. "Oh, you sweet bitch, you can be ass fucked."
Her muscles, subservient to the delicious, dizzy sex feeling that glowed throughout her body, began to lock. For him that was the final moment of true glory – to feel her soft flesh turn rigid under him, crazed by his plunging cock, right in her asshole where she said she couldn't take it. He dug his cock in and out of her with demented pleasure, seeking her surrender.
It came.
It felt different to her than her other orgasms. Everything felt backwards. She couldn't tell if she imagined it just because Gunnar's prick was in her ass instead of her cunt, or if different nerves locked on her. The ineffable, inevitable sweet rush of orgasmic splendor surged up her body. She gave a unholy gasp of defeat and then began to throb. She squeezed down on Gunnar's finger, still in her cunt and her ass muscle squeezed down on his moving shaft. It was incredibly sexy to feel her spasms going in her ass while the piercing prick also moved inside her.
"Ah, me. oh, me. I have tooo…" she cried.
"Yes, you do, baby, squeeze it off."
A human being was never more vulnerable nor beautiful then when he or she was locked in orgasm, eyes bugged out, face straining, muscles locked and the body given over to the sweetest pleasure of sex death, jerking and undulating while there were soft gurgles and grunts of animal release. He reveled in feeling the girl give up her sexuality to him. It was fabulous.
Her exquisite throbs overloaded his thrilled shaft.
"Oh, now, Crystal," he said to her. "I think you did me. I think you pulled my – eeeee – plug!"
He gave a snort of pure joy and dug his cock deep into her intestine for the final time. He grunted over and over, holding her tight to him, making her take his semen.
The glory run of all time with her. Right in the depths of her sexy ass, the Goddess used and conquered and bent to his will and pleasure. He let go enormous rushes of seed, his cock further inflamed to rich gushes by the lack of sex since Leaf had left. It was getting pretty habit forming, this rich pleasure of fucking. He could see why guys went crazy for women who could turn them on.
"Oh, Crystal, sugar, I really turn on to jazzing off inside of you!" he exulted.
She gave a humorous, short laugh as she heard his first tender word to her ever, it seemed. She tapered from her own pleasure now, an orgasm she had not wanted. Yet she glowed and didn't mind the prick in her ass at all. He had cured her of her anal fear.
"Count your blessings, you prick," she said. "We haven't got m-much more time together."
He let his rushes spurt in grunting glory and laughed in his turn. He'd left prison in a savage, anti-social mood, but all this sex with Crystal and Leaf had softened him, made him more human, he guessed. It had done exactly the opposite for the green-eyed beauty. Her lofty isolation had been invaded again and again by his cock, so that her affable and remote nature had become closer to human but angry.
It didn't matter. He'd finished his business with her in a dazzling way, and all of the old scores were settled. He hugged her and throbbed a couple of dry throbs when his orgasm ended. It almost made up for all that time in prison…
Later that night she had her date with Bob Gardner, but he didn't screw her. They fell in love.