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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Thanks a lot to my buddy MesmerEyes for the suggestion. Enjoy.
It had been a while since Charlize Theron had come back to her homeland but she was happy to see that South Africa was a better place than she remembered. Once a pariah among nations because of apartheid, things had improved the last few years. It was a long way from paradise but it was a lot more fair than it had been a mere decade ago and was turning into a nice vacation spot as well.
At the moment, Charlize was far from the resorts and beaches that marked the vacation spots of South Africa and was instead deep in the territory that gave South Africa its wealth and attention: The diamond mines. It wasn't exactly what most people expected, many of the mines surrounded by modern buildings and high-tech equipment plunging deep into the Earth. Charlize made a unique figure walking among the grounds. Her short blond hair framed her beautiful face, long legs extending from a short skirt and blouse, eliciting some hoots from those who saw her walk across the field towards the main offices.
Charlize ignored the cries, concentrating on the man who came up to her, smiling. He was in his late thirties, dark hair going gray prematurely, dressed in a fine suit as he came up, smiling at her. "Ms. Theron," he said, stretching out his hand. "Harold Cummings. I'm the owner. Thank you for coming."
"Well, it's not often I get a nice offer to promote the biggest diamond merchant in South Africa," Charlize said as they shook hands. "I figured I could take a break from my vacation long enough to check the offer out."
"I'm glad you did," Harold said. "Come along, let me give you a quick tour before we go up to my office for the details." He led Charlize through the grounds and towards one of the elevators leading to the shafts. "I see you've got quite the interesting mix of workers," Charlize said.
"My father may have spoken the party line but he was never a fan of the old government practices," Harold explained as he led Charlize into a small elevator. "He would pay his black workers more than he should have, ignoring men who told him he was a fool. With the government flipping things over, it just made it easier for him to hire things. He still takes a part in the business but he's left me to run day-to-day affairs."
"You've done well, considering your stock power," Charlize said as the elevator plunged down into the mines.
"Diamonds are South Africa's biggest export," Harold explained. "We need to push our
product and having a famous actress as a spokesmodel could help out things dramatically."
The elevator stopped and opened, allowing the two to step into the mines themselves. It was much as Charlize had expected, maxes of tunnels moving outward as tracks with carts of soil moved about. "It may seem like a mess but it's all quite orderly, I can assure you," Harold yelled over the crashing of machinery. "This is where the magic happens."
"I didn't imagine magic being so noisy," Charlize called back over the din.
"Yeah, don't worry," Harold said. "I'll try and get you out of it in a moment."
He led Charlize past some mine cars and to a small door set in the rock walls. Opening it, he led Charlize into a rather nice little room. A small bed lay on one side with some chairs, a table and a television among the other decor. On one wall of the room was a small piece of rock that had several shining unmined diamonds set in it. Charlize was surprised by the way the roar of the machinery outside was cut off the moment the door shut.
"I had it sound-proofed myself," Harold explained.
"Just a little place some workers can use for break time."
"You really do care about your workers," Charlize said, looking about and thus missing Harold locking the door behind him.
"Yes, I try to do best for them," Harold said. "But I do throw in some things. For example, check out the display here," he said, pointing towards the unmined diamonds. "Even in a rough state like this, they're eye-catching, aren't they? You just can see the way they shine even in this darkness, you can see them shine, you can look at them and see them shine, Charlize, you can look at them and see them shine. Just look at them, Charlize, look at those diamonds. Just look at those diamonds, Charlize. Look at them closely. See them shine, Charlize, see the diamonds shine, Charlize, see the diamonds shine. Just look closer and closer at the diamonds, Charlize, just look closer and closer at the diamonds, Charlize, just look closer at the diamonds, you want to look closer at the diamonds, Charlize, you want to look closer at the diamonds, closer and closer, Charlize, you want to look closer and closer. Are you look closely at the diamonds, Charlize?"
"Yes...." the actress said distractedly, looking at the uncut diamonds which did seem to shine in the dim lighting of the room.
Harold had found the hypnotic attributes of diamonds as a boy and had used them for his own enjoyment over the last few years. The room had been built not for his workers but for himself, to do to women what he was doing to Charlize right now.
"It's so relaxing to look at the diamonds, Charlize, it's so relaxing to watch them shine, to look closely at them as they sign, Charlize, it's so relaxing to watch them sign, Charlize, so relaxing to watch them shine, so relaxing, Charlize. As you watch the diamonds, Charlize, as you watch them shine, as you look closer and closer at them as they shine, you feel more and more relaxed. Continue to look deep into the diamonds, Charlize, look deep into the diamonds, Charlize. The deeper you look, the more relaxed you feel, Charlize, you feel more relaxed as you look closer and closer at the diamond, Charlize, so very close, Charlize, so very, very close, Charlize, so much closer and much relaxed, Charlize, so relaxed. When you get to the center of the diamond, Charlize, you will be completely and totally relaxed. Tell me when that happens, Charlize. Tell me when you're completely relaxed. Tell me when that happens."
A full minute passed before Charlize's lips parted and she spoke. "I am....totally....relaxed...."
Nodding, Harold began to undo his clothes as he spoke. "Charlize, you are so relaxed, Charlize, so very, very relaxed, totally relaxed. You love being this relaxed, Charlize, say that."
"I love....being....relaxed....."
"The diamonds have made you feel this relaxed, Charlize. That means you love the diamonds."
"I love....the diamonds."
"I own the diamonds, Charlize. The diamonds belong to me. That means that you belong to me, Charlize. You belong to me because the diamonds belong to me so you belong to me, Charlize."
"I....belong to....you....."
"And because you belong to me, Charlize, you will do everything I tell you to, won't you, Charlize?"
"Anything....you tell me.....to do....."
"You will call me Master, Charlize."
"Yes....Master...."
"Take off your clothes, Charlize, all of them."
"Yes, Master," Charlize dully said, her glazed eyes never leaving the diamond display as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. Her skirt followed, then underwear, leaving her standing naked. Naked himself, Harold moved behind her, gripping her tight ass in both hands, causing her to stiffen slightly as he kneaded her buttocks. His hands moved up her wonderful body, reaching around to her pert breasts, pinching the tight nipples as he kneaded them under his hands. Charlize moaned and leaned against him as she felt his hardening cock push against one buttock, his fingers pinching her nipples until they turned red.
Harold turned Charlize around and pushed her to his knees. "Suck my cock, Charlize," he said in a defiant tone and watched her immediately take his hard rod into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the shaft, tickling his penis and pinching his balls as she took him in. Harold moaned, gripping hard onto her hair as he pulled her in, letting her take all of his manhood into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat as she continued to lick and suck him off with glee.
Harold would have loved to have her blow him for a while but he wanted to let go inside her first so he pushed her face off of his cock, picked her up and threw her onto the bed, moving on top of her. He attacked her tits as he slid his rod right into her pussy and started pumping instantly, his meat slamming in and out of her with fury. There was no care in his movements, no kisses on her lips or anything. To Harold, Charlize was just a high-priced whore he didn't have to pay for, an incredibly beautiful one but nothing really special. Charlize had no thoughts at all, only gasps as Harold pushed her down on the bed, licking at her nipples as he rammed his cock in and out of her passion, sending the hypnotized actress over the edge of ecstasy, her legs spread out as he attacked her. He let loose with a blast of cum into her body, her cries unheard outside of the sound-proofed room and the roar of machinery outside.
Harold didn't even wait for Charlize to recover, he just turned her over and slid his cock into her asshole. As she gasped and he began pumping, Harold's mind raced with the possibilities. He knew Charlize would do the promotion, that was no problem. She would also do things like open up her ass for his cock among other jobs for a sex slave. Best of all, Charlize would open Harold's connections up to Hollywood and lead to even more treasures to add to Harold's personal trove. A trove that Charlize and her body would be heading up.
THE END
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