Lust Quest (28 page)

“The girl in my book didn’t do that to herself. I think you’re trying to find a link that doesn’t exist.”

“This is more than coincidence,” she persisted.

“Why did you come to me in the first place?” I asked. “I know that your initial interest was my writing erotica. You said that Alan had mentioned the changes in me 256

and you thought it odd that you’d also been through inexplicable changes. But why come and see me?”

“That’s why I came to see you,” she frowned. “Because I was going through changes and so were you. We both write erotica, and we’ve been going through ...”

“It just seems odd that Alan should contact me a year after he’d left, and then you come on the scene.”

“I don’t know why Alan contacted you. In fact, I knew nothing about you until he mentioned that he’d been in touch with you.”

Gazing down the garden, I again pondered on the young girl’s face I’d seen in the bushes. Crystal seemed genuine enough and, unless I could discover why she and Alan would be conning me, I had no reason not to believe her. She’d thrashed her vulval flesh, she’d said that she’d been into a wine bar and met a man ... That’s what my Crystal had done, I again reflected. Both Crystals had had sex with a man up against the bar. If Alan hadn’t been into my flat and looked at my work, then how the hell did Crystal know what I’d written?

“You mentioned sexual torture,” she said, locking her blue eyes to mine.

“Yes, Crystal is tortured by a lesbian lover.”

“I want to try something,” she murmured mysteriously, rising from the chair.

“You are a lesbian lover of mine, as you put it.”

“I’m not a
lover
, exactly.”

“After what happened, I think we can safely say that we were or are lesbian lovers. Do you have any rope or ...”

“
Rope
?” I broke in, frowning at her. “What on earth do you want rope for?”

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“I want you to tie me down, Jade.”

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“Far from it. I need you to tie me down.”

“What,

out

here?”

“Why not? No one overlooks your garden and it’s a beautiful evening.”

“There are no trees to tie you to.”

“The lawn,” she smiled. “Do you have anything we could use as stakes?”

“Stakes? Look, Crystal, I think you’d better go now. I’m not going to stake you to the ...”

“I’m serious, Jade. I’ve not been sleeping because of all this. I’ve been doing things that are so out of character that ... Stake me to stake me to the lawn.”

“OK, if that’s what you really want.”

“I have to discover whether something is trying to influence me. We’ll need something to use as stakes.”

“Influencing you? Crystal, there’s nothing influencing you.”

“Just do this for me. We’ll need some stakes.”

“There’s an old croquet set in the cupboard. It used to belong to my grandfather.”

“The hoops will do. Go and get four hoops and a hammer, if you have one.”

Walking into the kitchen, I reckoned that she must have thought me stupid. As if I was going to believe that there were ghosts at work, for goodness sake. She was determined to carry on with the business of a link between my writing and her actions, I knew as I dragged the box out of the cupboard. Taking four croquet hoops from the box and grabbing the hammer, I wondered what her idea was. Stake her naked body 258

to the lawn and whip her so that she could say,
I told you so
? I might as well have some fun with her, I decided, finding her standing on the patio completely naked.

She had a beautiful young body. Curvaceous, firm, alluring ... The sun on the mounds of her firm breasts casting shadows across her naked flesh, her naked mons rising gently above the tightly closed crack of her pussy, I knew that I had to have her.

Gazing at her vaginal lips, crimsoned and inflamed from the thrashing, I reckoned that she’d dreamed up the business of my writing affecting her so she could have sex with me. To ask me to stake her to the lawn had nothing to do with ghosts or whatever. It was simply to have me attend her naked body.

“Just here will do,” she said, lying on her back with her limbs spread across the grass. “This will prove ...”

“This will prove nothing,” I interrupted her, placing the metal stakes over her ankles and hammering them into the ground. There again, it proved that she was a nymphomaniac.

“You don’t understand, Jade,” she sighed as I secured her wrists to the ground.

“If there’s something influencing me, then it will come to me now. Staked to the ground like this, whatever it is will come, I’m sure.”

“You reckon a ghost is going to appear?” I giggled. “That’s crazy. So, what am I supposed to do? Shall I whip you with a branch?”

“Don’t do anything just yet.”

“Aren’t you worried?” I asked. “Staked to the lawn like that ... I could do anything to you.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about, Jade. It’s the girl in your book.”

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“She’s locked away in the computer somewhere,” I laughed. “She’s not real, Crystal. She won’t be bothering us.”

Shaking my head, I walked to the end of the garden and gazed into the bushes.

Crystal must be mad, I reflected, turning and glancing at her naked body. Staked to the lawn to entice a ghost to appear ... She wasn’t mad. It was just her way of getting me to have sex with her. Wondering where Alan had got to, I snapped a branch off the bush and swished it through the air. Should I thrash her pussy? I pondered. That was obviously what she wanted. Walking towards her, I decided to play along with her.

Settling between her spread thighs, I stroked the soft swell of her hairless vaginal lips. She breathed deeply as I ran my fingers along the moist groove of her pussy. Her inner petals beginning to protrude from her alluring valley of desire as her arousal heightened, I knew that I was in for another evening of debauched sex. There was no getting away from it, I knew as I slipped my finger into the wet divide between her pouting vaginal lips. I desperately needed crude sex with both men and women, and I couldn’t deny it. Why should I deny myself sexual pleasure? I pondered, driving my finger fully home as the girl writhed and gasped on the lawn.

“That’s nice,” she breathed, her head rolling from side to side as I drove a second finger into the burning sheath of her tight vagina. Imagining a ghost materialising, I slipped my wet fingers out of the hot sheath of her cunt and licked them clean. Her milk tasted wonderful, lubricious, warm, creamy ... It seemed a shame to have to thrash her vulval lips, but that’s what she was expecting. There again, it wasn’t a shame. It was a delightful idea.

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The branch swishing through the air and landing across swell of her girl lips with a loud slap, I grinned as she let out a yelp. Again, I brought the branch down, her tethered body convulsing as the rough leaves lashed her vulval flesh. Her yelps becoming screams, I knew that I was going to have to shut her up before continuing with the merciless beating. The last thing I wanted was the neighbours coming round to see what the commotion was about. Slipping my wet panties off, I knelt by her head and smiled.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I asked, brushing her golden locks away from her perspiring forehead.

“No, it isn’t,” she whimpered. “I didn’t think you were going to ... Do you feel as if you’ve lost control? I mean, are you being influenced in any way?”

“Oh, yes. I’m being influenced, all right. By your beautiful naked body, Crystal. And by my rising lust for your beautiful cunt.”

“Let me go now,” she murmured shakily. “I don’t think this was such a good idea.”

“But it’s a brilliant idea. You want me to attend your naked body, finger your cunt, lick you, whip you, rub my open cunt over your pretty face and come in your mouth ... It’s a perfect idea, Crystal.”

“No, no, I ... Let me go now, Jade.”

Stuffing my pussy-wet panties into her mouth, I grinned as her wide eyes stared at me. Turning my grin into a scowl, I hoped she’d believe that I really had been possessed by a ghost. Settling between her splayed thighs again, I yanked her vaginal lips wide apart and peered into the wet entrance to her beautiful cunt. Eyeing 261

the pink cone of flesh surrounding her open lust hole, I decided to give her vagina a good pistoning before resuming the vulval thrashing. Leaping to my feet, I looked about the garden.

“Yes,” I grinned, walking across the lawn to a trowel embedded in the mud.

The wooden handle was thick and smooth with a rounded end. A perfect dildo, I mused, grabbing the trowel and returning to my victim. “This is rather big,” I murmured, easing the wooden shaft past her naked inner lips as driving it deep into the tight duct of her young cunt. Struggling, there was nothing she could do to halt the abuse as I pistoned the phallus, driving it in and out of her vaginal duct. Her juices of lust squelching, I watched her pinken inner lips dragging along the pussy-wet surface of the wooden handle. Wiggling her hips and pulling on the bonds, she moaned through her nose as I slapped her inner thigh.

“This is what you wanted,” I grinned as she lifted her head and stared at me.

Parting the firm orbs of her young buttocks, I slipped the wet dildo out of her drenched cunt and pressed the rounded end hard against her brown anal tissue. Her eyes widening, she shook her head and tried to protest through the gag as I yanked her young buttocks further apart. Pushing the phallus harder against her anal sphincter muscles, I was determined to force the trowel handle deep into her tight rectum.

Twisting and pushing the trowel, I grinned as the end of the broad shaft opened her anal inlet. Her brown ring stretched tautly around the wooden handle, I eased the huge phallus deep into her anal canal. I was surprised how easily it had slipped into her young duct. Perhaps it wasn’t big enough, I pondered, looking about 262

the garden again. I needed something longer and wider, I mused, leaving the trowel emerging from between her tensed buttocks and rising to my feet.

Entering the kitchen, I opened the cupboard beneath the sink. Plastic bottles caught my eye and a wicked idea came to mind. Taking a bottle, I emptied it and washed it out. Filling it with warm water, I felt my juices of arousal seeping between the inner petals of my vaginal crack. I desperately needed sex, the release of orgasm.

But not until I’d had my fun with Crystal’s naked body. She’d asked to be staked to the lawn, this had been what she’d wanted. And she was going to get it.

“I’m going to wash you,” I grinned, settling between her thighs and easing the trowel handle out of her rectal canal. Her golden locks veiling her face, she lifted her head and stared at the bottle as I eased the globes of her firm buttocks apart. Eyeing her tight brown hole, I pushed the open end of the bottle against her inlet. She squirmed and writhed as I managed to ease the bottle past her anal sphincter muscles.

Further, I eased the plastic bottle into her yielding rectal sheath, grinning wickedly as I watched her juices of lust seeping from her bared cunt hole.

“Here it comes,” I said, gently squeezing the bottle. The warm water rushing into her bowels, she arched her back and tossed her head from side to side. She was obviously enjoying the sensation, and I decided to allow myself the pleasure of an enema. But there was so much more I had to do with young Crystal before pleasuring my naked body. Squeezing the bottle harder, filling her bowels, I finally slipped the bottle out of her anal inlet. The water spouted from her dilated hole, splattering her inner thighs and pooling on the grass. “And now for the other end of the bottle,” I 263

murmured, parting the tensed orbs of her buttocks again. The bottle was at least two and a half inches in diameter, and I wondered whether I’d be able to force it past her tight anal inlet, let alone drive it deep into her hot rectum.

Wishing that she was on her stomach, allowing me better access to her rectum, I pushed and twisted the bottle. Squirming and moaning through her nose, her eyes wide, she jumped as the bottle suddenly slipped past her tight inlet and drove into her rectal sheath. I’d done it, I mused, gazing in awe at the brown tissue of her bottom-hole stretched tautly around the huge bottle. Easing the plastic phallus further into her tightening anal tube, I grabbed the trowel and pushed the rounded end of the handle between her dripping inner lips.

“You’ll love this,” I smiled, forcing the handle into the restricted sheath of her hot cunt. Her stomach rising and falling as I pushed the trowel fully home, I gazed at the lewd sight. Her sex holes stretched wide open, the bridge of skin separating her vaginal entrance and her bottom-hole no longer visible, I was pleased with my handiwork. Pleased, but nowhere finished with the girl. Taking the branch, I sat by her side and ran the rough leaves over the mounds of her firm breasts, the brown teats of her elongated nipples.

“This is exactly what happens in my book,” I smiled, tapping her breasts with the branch. My Crystal had been sexually tortured, I reflected, scraping the sensitive buds of her nipples with the branch. The circumstances weren’t quite the same, but my character had endured the anal and vaginal abuse. She’d also had her vulval flesh thrashed, and her young breasts. But this wasn’t coincidence or ghostly in anyway. I’d 264

told Crystal of the torture, and she’d wanted to be staked to the lawn. There were no ghosts lurking.

Raising the branch above my head, I brought it down across the swell of her young breasts with a loud swishing sound. She jumped, her terror-stricken eyes staring at me as I raised the branch again. This had been what she’d wanted, wasn’t it?

Her naked body convulsing with every lash of the branch, I grinned as red weals fanned out across her pale flesh. Her nipples rising, her areolae darkening, I continued the cruel thrashing, bringing the branch down again and again.