Shattered Krystal

by Claire Lalique

  Finally he smacked my hip so it stung and he muttered, “Hold still.” At that point, I tried to hold as still as I could. I moaned as I felt my orgasm wanting to burst out from between my legs and up into my core. I loved the feeling of his wetness on my folds, making me feel like a cool wind was blowing over my most intimate and hungry parts.

  “Oh Blue,” I whispered and suddenly a feeling like the strongest and tallest wave in the world piled up onto the shore of my body, sat there forever and then receded away from the shore causing my vision to shrink to bright white sparkles and my body to explode like a firecracker. After an eternity, where I was lost in sensation, the firecracker that was me fizzled leaving his liquid and mine intermingling and dripping onto the sheets under me. I was unable to move or even talk. I had never felt anything quite so amazing. How I could have thought those evil men had ruined me for loving Blue with their forcible rape was beyond me.

  What Blue did and what they did was like the difference between the dirty ashes of a garbage fire and the heat of the sun. I basked in the warmth shone on me by my Samuel Blue. Blue looked at me carefully and put his hands on my cheeks.

  “I don't want you to close your eyes Flower. I want you to look me in the eyes the whole time we are making love.”

  “I'm not going to use anything to put a barrier between you and me darlin’. I want to feel all of you with all of me. If we make a beautiful baby, then our family starts from today.”

  I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him again and again over his entire face and neck. I was overwhelmed with the sense of truly belonging to someone, maybe for the first time in my life. That wonderful feeling had to be told to someone.

  “I love you Blue.” I whispered.

  “I love you too, Flower,” he said back.

  Samuel

  She told me she loved me and I told it back to her. This was as much a wedding as any standing in a church in front of a preacher. I knew we would have a legal ceremony for my parents but I knew we didn't need it. The reverence and beauty of this moment was all I would ever need. I would worship her for my entire life. I would still love her smell and want to be inside of her when I was 90-years-old.

  I moved her legs apart and put them over my shoulders. She was so tiny compared to me, I didn't want to hurt her. She was as open as I could possibly make her. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming. She smelled of her usual mint and rosemary with an overwhelming muskiness that spoke of how aroused my precious girl was. I lined my cock up with her welcoming center. I looked at her.

  “Krystal Flower McKenzie, this is it for me. I will be yours forever. Will you be mine forever?”

  She tightened her legs around my neck and put her hands on my face, looked into my eyes and spoke, clearly and carefully, “I am yours Samuel Blue Road Donahue, forever, just like you are mine.”

  With those words I plunged my cock home into her beautiful pussy. She screamed and I howled as I continued to thrust as hard as I could in and out of her tight pink hole. I felt her clenching over and over again around my impossibly hard cock and I knew she was close. I reached between us and pushed down hard on her clit and said to her, “Come Now Flower!” I felt her juices gush around me and I let myself go, streaming long curls of thick white cum into her pussy. I pounded into her as hard as I could hoping that my sperm were traveling straight to her eggs. I didn't know if we would make a baby this first time we were together, but I hoped so. She shuddered and slowly went limp and boneless. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to my body and watched as she drifted off to sleep. I wasn't far behind her.

  Krystal

  We spent the next day mostly in bed. I was so happy and so in love. Blue spent every moment teasing me, loving me, and taking care of me. I tried the best I could to take care of him. I took over cooking. Blue’s idea of cooking was take-out and frozen pizza. I wasn't great, but Donna’s mom had taught us some basic meals. I could make spaghetti or chicken and rice, which is what I was making tonight. I also made a yellow cake from a box with chocolate icing. Blue and I were feeding each other messy bites of leftover icing when there was a loud knock on the door. Blue got two paper towels wet and handed one of them to me while he scrubbed his face as he clattered down the stairs. As he opened the door I heard the voice of Special Agent Black coming up the stairs.

  “Hey Donahue, good to see ya, how's the girl? She talking yet?” I stiffened. I was talking to Blue, though I had not yet told him about what happened in the shed. I had been thinking about whether I should tell him about Donna. I felt so awful that her parents could not mourn her and that she could not be put in a place of rest. She had been my best friend for eight years. I couldn't help but think she would be braver than me.

  However, with Special Agent Black climbing the stairs to Blue’s apartment, I felt nervous and started rethinking my idea to tell Blue anything. It would come out that I had talked and I was sure Jag would find out. I was worried about the safety of my mom, Blue, and Maeve. In the long run it was probably just better to leave things the way they were.

  Special Agent Black came up the stairs talking to Blue about his upcoming graduation from the police academy and where Blue had applied to work. Blue offered him a seat in the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. Black’s face got serious as he looked at Blue and me.

  “I need you to know I heard some chatter on the street this week. It isn't good. People are saying Jag hasn't let go of killing Krystal. They’re still saying she knows something that is dangerous to Jag, something that could put him on death row.”

  I scooted next to Blue and stared at him with wide scared eyes. Blue spoke softly, “Come on honey, it's time you start telling us everything you know about Jag. Not telling us is going to put you in greater danger than if you just tell us what you know.”

  I was scared for me, but I cared more about my mom, Blue, and Maeve. I knew that I would never be happy if something happened to one of them. I'd done my part by not talking. If he was going to come after me anyway, I needed to make a decision about what to do.

  Samuel

  Special Agent Black and I drank coffee and talked about some less stressful things and finally Black took his leave and I walked him down the stairs. When I came back into the kitchen I looked at Flower carefully.

  “You’re so strong Flower. I know it was a terrible thing that happened to you. But I think you might want to tell me what happened while you were captured.” She let her head drop to her chest and I heard a few sounds that might have been tiny sobs.

  I knew Flower didn't understand why I wanted her to tell me what happened. It was partly because I knew keeping secrets was never a good way to protect people and I knew, whatever it was that she was keeping secret, as long as she kept it all inside she couldn't heal. She would live in fear her whole life.

  I knew I had to help her open up to me. I got up from the counter and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I started the bath running and then went and got Flower from the kitchen. There was no point in scaring her anymore. I would help her relax. I had promised I would protect her and I meant to do that.

  When I went back to the kitchen, Flower was huddled in her chair with her head down, her face covered by her long thick hair. I went to her and pulled her head up with a finger under her chin. I saw the tear tracks going down her cheeks.

  “Oh sweet girl, don't you know I'm always going to take care of you?”

  I pulled her tiny body into my arms, reveling in her smallness. She was like one of the little fantasy fairies she drew. Her little fairies always improved the world around them, just like she did. I carried her into the bathroom and carefully undressed her. I helped her get into the bathtub. Then I washed her hair, carefully removing the chocolate icing that our playing had deposited. I used a soft sponge and washed her entire body, giving special attention to her most private areas; areas that belonged only to me now.

  I wrapped her in a fluffy giant towel and once again picked her u
p in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I knew she was tired, but I also knew I had to convince her to tell me what she knew that was so dangerous to Jag. I put her down on the bed and went to the closet and grabbed some of my ties. I carefully tied her arms and legs, one to each post of the bed. I watched her eyes for any resemblance of fear or panic. I knew I was walking on quicksand. After all, Jag and his thugs had tied her up and tortured her. I wanted to show her that with me she would be safe, but she had to trust me enough to tell me everything she knew. The way I was going about it might have seemed strange to some, but I had studied the art of power exchanges between a submissive and their dominant and knew this might work to help my beautiful precious girl stop being afraid; to take back her own power.

  I looked into her beautiful storm cloud eyes and said firmly, “You promised you trusted me.”

  Krystal

  I held still while Blue tied my arms and legs to the bed. I started shivering because I was unsure of what he was going to do. He looked at me and said in a firm no nonsense tone, “You promised you trusted me.”

  I shook my head yes, but I didn't know if tying me was something that I could trust him to do. After all, I just wanted to protect him. I knew Jag wanted me dead because I had seen him kill Donna. If no one else knew about Donna, then I would be the only person in danger. I could keep Blue safe.

  Blue looked at me with his bright blue eyes intent on me. He pulled a lotion bottle from the drawer in the bedside table and spread some lotion on his hands. It smelled like vanilla and mint. The smell alone was so relaxing.

  He started running his hands up and down my body. He kept adding lotion until I was slick and warm from his strokes. I wanted to keep my guard up and make sure I did not tell Blue about Donna, but he made me feel so relaxed and safe.

  I wanted to tell him what he was asking. He started into my inner thighs, occasionally touching my outer folds. It felt so good and my vagina started clenching tightly over and over like I was doing Kegel exercises. Blue kissed my eyes, my breasts, my inner thighs, my slit from top to bottom. He made an occasional soft lick to my center.

  He sang under his breath, “Tell me baby, what do you need to tell me? What happened that you haven't told your Blue? Tell me darlin’. Just tell me.”

  I didn't want to tell him about Donna, I wanted to keep everyone safe. Blue was so sweet to me. I wanted him safe. He meant so much to me. I wanted to just let my secret go. I loved him so much. Maybe if we both knew, my secret wouldn't be so heavy to carry. He moved to my head and whispered in my ear, “I'll keep you safe, baby doll. Tell me the truth and I'll protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you. You belong to me.”

  The whole time he whispered to me he rubbed his fingers round and round my swollen clit and occasionally pinched my hard nub, just hard enough to be on the edge of pain, almost falling over into pleasure. He suddenly stopped and I mewled pitifully at him, wanting him to keep going so very much.

  He chuckled lightly and carefully took his last tie and tied it over my eyes. “ Are you okay sugar? I don't want you scared. You’re with your Samuel Blue. I'll never hurt you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I'm going to make you feel soooo good.”

  He leaned over and blew on my folds gently. It felt wonderful and I moaned softly. I couldn't tell what he was going to do next because I couldn't see him. Then I felt his tongue make a long lick through my folds and his fingers separated my inner lips so that his tongue could lick inside of me over and over, around and around. I felt mesmerized. I felt like I was drugged from pleasure. I stretched and pushed my thighs together around Blue’s head. I moaned again and said softly to him, “Oh please Blue. I want you. I want your cock in me, please let me have you. Oh please, please.”

  Samuel

  I grinned when my Flower started to lose control. She was talking and asking me to put my cock inside of her. Dear Lord, I wanted to do exactly that. But even more so, I wanted her to admit that I was in control and in charge. I needed her to be willing to do what I said without thinking about it.

  I untied the ties around her arms and legs and flipped her over on her stomach. I kept the blindfold on her face because I wanted her to be just a little unsure of what was happening. I wanted her to realize that she could put all her trust in me never to hurt her and keep her safe.

  Then I started rubbing lotion on her back and shoulder blades. I rubbed down her sides and rubbed more lotion down her legs. I moved my hand to her bottom and rubbed lotion in between her ass cheeks and rubbed Flower’s asshole gently with my fingers. She wriggled and pushed her ass hard against my fingers. I ran my fingers down to her clitoris and pushed into her drenched pussy as hard as I could with two fingers. I hooked my fingers up toward her sweet spot. I did that until she was crying with need. “Please, please, please, Blue please.” She just moaned words over and over without a breath.

  “I'm going to come in you baby. I'm going to come so hard. I want you to take me. I want you to take all of me. Are you going to do that?”

  “Yes please, please, Blue, I want you please.”

  I turned her onto her back as if she weighed nothing. I so loved that she seemed like a tiny tiny doll that I could arrange and rearrange. Everything about her made me hot. . . and hard.

  My cock got bigger and harder with her pleading words. She was so hot in her frantic need for me. What maybe she didn't know was that I needed her as much as she needed me. I rubbed my cock through her dripping liquid and then I slammed into her so hard I could feel the end of her womb each time I thrust. She screamed my name and she wrapped her arms around my neck, scratching my shoulders and back, as she ran her fingernails over my skin. I pushed into her over and over again. I could feel the electric shocks going up my spine and toward the end of my cock. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and I reached down and sucked her nipple into my mouth as hard as I could. She screamed again, then her pussy clenched around me over and over with the strength of her orgasm. I climaxed so hard my eyes actually rolled up towards the back of my head.

  After we both quit shuddering, I left the blindfold on Flower and held onto her and rolled over so she was resting on top of me. I wanted her to feel like she and I were the only people in the world. I pushed her damp hair off her face and behind her ears. Then I gently kissed her eyes through the silk material and nibbled at her soft lips.

  Finally I whispered in her ear, “I love you forever my beautiful girl. Trust me darlin’, tell me about the shed, tell me about Jag and what he did.”

  Then what I hoped would happen, happened. She started sobbing, not the quiet crying I had seen before, but deep braying loud sobs that seemed to come from deep within her heart. She cried for a long, long time until her sobs finally stopped and became occasional hiccups. Then in a hoarse quiet voice my sweet girl started talking to me.

  Krystal

  Blue had taken me beyond my body. I could look down and see my life with Blue. But in the dark of the blindfold I could see Donna and me hanging from the rafter in that dark smelly shed. I thought to myself that maybe I had to trust Blue to do what he said he would do. I had to trust that he was right about me needing to tell him about Donna. I wanted to be able to talk to Donna’s mom and dad and brother. I didn't want secrets between Blue and me.

  If I told the authorities what I knew, maybe we could find out what happened to her. I was so tired of holding everything inside of me. So I forced the words past the huge choking lump in my throat and started talking.

  “Donna was my very best friend since we were ten. We were just going to our old club house. We wanted to get our journals from when we were twelve. We saw that the door had padlocks on it and we were getting ready to run when they grabbed us. Donna wouldn't shut up, she kept moaning. I wanted her to be quiet, but she wouldn't. So Jag killed her. He ran a knife through her throat. She wasn't breathing anymore.”

  My voice started getting louder and tears rolled down my cheeks.

  “She was dead, Blue. It was my fault.
I wanted her to be quiet. I wished she would be quiet. Then he killed her. Then I passed out and when I woke up she was gone. Jag said if I told anybody he would do worse to me than he already had, and kill me and my mom. I can't let him hurt my mom. And what about you and Maeve? What if he finds out about you? He could hurt you. Then I whispered, “I'm so afraid Blue, I'm so afraid”.

  Samuel

  Carefully I removed the blindfold from her eyes. I sat up and pulled her tiny body into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. “Sweet girl, I will never let him hurt you or Maeve. I won't even let him hurt your mom. Tomorrow I'll make some phone calls. You’re safe with me darlin’, you’re always gonna be safe with me.”

  I continued to hold Flower in my lap as she fell asleep. I worried about my ability to protect her. So I prayed that God would help me keep my promise to protect Flower and the people that were important to her and me.

  Chapter 9

  Samuel

  When I got out of bed early the next morning, I covered my sleeping girl with the sheet and blanket. You could still see the ravages of her crying from last night so I wanted her to sleep as long as she could. Her skin was even paler than usual and she had such dark circles under her eyes, someone could easily accuse me of blacking both her eyes. Her breathing was slow and mostly regular, but occasionally you could hear a tiny shudder when she would catch her breath.

  I felt so bad about not just waiting for her to talk on her own, but the authorities had to hear what Jag had done. I needed to call Special Agent Black and Captain Frank at the school and let them know what Flower had told me. They would want to start a search for Donna McDonald’s body and probably charge Jag with murder as soon as possible.

  I went downstairs to see if Maeve had made coffee and as I passed the window in my front door I glanced outside. I stopped, my errand forgotten, when I saw a row of large motorcycles with the insignia of the Rattler Kings emblazoned on each of them parked on the street in front of my house. There were approximately fifteen motorcycles placed so they took every parking space available for about half my block. My truck was neatly blocked in with motorcycles touching both the front and the back of my truck. Spray painted on its side were the words, ‘You’re dead bitch’.