From: anon@nowhere.com (Crystal)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Crystal (M/f, rape, b/d)
Date: 26 Apr 1996 08:20:33 GMT

			       Crystal

	When I first met Arthur, he was sitting at a table in the
Leather Stallion, nursing a drink, and watching my boyfriends play
pool. I noticed him immediately; his sweet wispy smile and gentle
features set him apart from the bar's regular customers. Like the guys
who brought me there, the bar's customers were unshaven, leather-clad
street rats. But the man sitting alone had no tattoos, no track marks,
and no chains across his soft leather jacket. Intriguing, I thought,
and I was about to introduce myself when the pool game ended.

	The boys were restless, and I knew what was on their minds
when Bobby wrapped his arm around me and told the other guys to follow
him downstairs. I pulled my legs around his waist so that the buckle
of his belt rubbed against my panties as he walked. He held me with
one arm while the other slipped under my minidress and fondled my
breast. Hot liquid trickled from between my legs as he rolled my
nipple around in his muscular fingers.

	"Yeah that's right, Bobby. Get her all juiced up for us," a
voice bellowed as we descended the stairway. I couldn't tell who
spoke; there were six guys following us downstairs. Bobby slipped his
tongue in my mouth and pressed his prickly face hard against my lips.
My pussy grew hotter, and I struggled to find enough friction against
Bobby's clothes to satisfy my aching clit. But before I could find any
relief a pair of hands grabbed around my waist and tossed me on the
pool table. Another set of hands yanked off my minidress while a
stranger ripped off my panties with his teeth. The seven bikers
stepped back for a moment to examine my naked body. First their eyes
bulged, then their pants.

	Suddenly I was afraid. Two or three of them would have been
easy to handle, but seven? How could my poor little pussy service them
all? And yet my lips quivered with anticipation, as if they longed for
a sturdy cock to rub against them. But all these rough, dirty young
men frightened me, if just for a moment, and I jumped off the pool
table and backed away.

	Bobby was the first one to lunge toward me. One hand grabbed
me between my legs, lifting my feet off the ground. Other hands pawed
my naked body, pinching and slapping whatever they could reach. I
yelped, in both pleasure and pain, but Bobby pressed his face into
mine and sucked my breath away, so that I could not protest. Several
hands held me in the air as Bobby unbuttoned his jeans and whipped out
his long, firm organ. A set of fingers squeezed my tits, producing
another shot of juices from between my legs. Finally my legs were
spread apart and I was pushed down onto Bobby's cock. It slipped
inside and filled me completely. They pushed me down so hard it felt
as if I would be ripped apart by the huge, pulsing organ. Just as the
shock waves traveled up inside me I was lifted and pressed down even
deeper. I shrieked with delight as my body was bounced up and down.
But before I reached the pique of ecstasy I was lifted off and crudely
plopped on top of the pinball machine.

	Two men held my legs apart while another man pinned my arms
behind my back. "Fill er up," Bobby hollered. Someone produced a six-
pack, opened a beer, and poured it over my exposed pubis. The alcohol
burned as it dripped inside my pussy, and I was grateful when Bobby
proceeded to lick it out. Each one of them took their turn, licking
out the beer poured inside me. Their raw faces scratched like
sandpaper, but their thick tongues provided my clit with much
enjoyment. They ate my pussy, my tits, my lips- every inch of me was
poked and prodded by seven strong mouths. Just as I came, one of them
sunk his teeth deep in my flesh. I screamed and then laughed
hysterically, prompting the others to follow his example. Too much, I
thought, and I squirmed off the pinball machine.

	"Please don't bite me anymore," I moaned as they picked me up
off the floor.

	"We won't bite you," Bobby said. "We're just gonna chain you
down and fuck your brains out." The rest of them laughed as they threw
me down on the pool table. They pushed my legs apart as wide as they
could, then shackled my feet and hands to the legs of the table. The
position was less than comfortable, but my pussy ached so bad I didn't
care. The first one climbed on top of the pool table, pulled out his
long, throbbing cock, and slowly slid inside me. As he pumped away,
another guy sat on my face and shoved himself in my mouth. I sucked as
hard as I could, stopping only to catch my breath. Someone covered my
eyes with a bandanna and tied it tight around my head. Without vision
I became disoriented; I couldn't tell how many hands were fondling me
or how many cocks were being rubbed against my skin. The cock inside
my pussy shot its juices and convulsed, but it was only a moment
before an even larger organ entered. An orgasm radiated throughout my
body; the intensity of my pleasure was overwhelming. Tears flowed from
my blinded eyes as I was pumped harder and faster. It seemed like
hours before he reached his climax and pulled out of my overworked
sex.

	"No more, please," I whispered, but the two cocks inside my
mouth muffled my voice. I felt many cold and slimy hands rub my body,
and I realized I was being thoroughly greased. One hand reached
between my legs and lubricated my painfully dry pussy. I was relieved
to feel the wetness return, but I didn't think I could handle another
fuck. A man sat on my chest and rubbed his giant cock between my
breasts just as another man slid inside me. He pumped even more
furiously and deeply than the last two, and I knew I couldn't take it
much longer. As I moaned, another cock was shoved into my open mouth,
until I could no longer catch my breath. As I blacked out, my entire
body relaxed and an incredible feeling of peace flushed through my
head. Even while unconscious I could feel the penises rubbing every
inch of my body, but before long I slipped into a deep, peaceful
sleep.

	When I awoke I was still chained and blindfolded, but I
couldn't feel anyone touching me. The room was silent except for the
soft pinging of the pinball machine. I tried to speak but my throat
was too dry to form words and my raspy grunts went unnoticed. "Hey
boys," called a voice from upstairs. "It's closing time." Two o'clock?
These guys had driven their cocks into me for four solid hours. The
thought of what they did was exciting and disgusting, but mostly
exhausting. I longed to be unchained so I could go home and fall
asleep in my own bed.

	"Hey barman," Bobby called back. "I got a hot piece of pussy
down here if your interested."

	"Gotta close up right now. Leave her there and I'll check her
out when I'm through. Is she tight?"

	"Practically virginal," he called back. Before he left he
whispered into my ear, "Gotta go, sugar. I'll be fucking you again
real soon." He kissed my mouth hard and then left upstairs. There were
noises upstairs; sweeping, lifting of bar stools, and the sound of the
door being locked. Many minutes passed before I heard the barman come
downstairs.

	"Shit, what did they do to you?" he asked as he removed my
blindfold. After my eyes adjusted to the room light I could see what
he meant; my body was covered with welts, bruises, and teeth marks. He
unchained my arms and legs and called upstairs, "Hey Artie, bring down
a glass of water."

	The man I had seen earlier, sitting alone at the table, came
downstairs with a glass of water. He winced as he looked at me, and I
was suddenly aware of my nakedness. I looked around for my clothes but
they were gone. The stranger handed me the water and wrapped his
jacket around my shoulders. After my throat was moistened I thanked
him for the water and asked for my clothes.

	"I think those pricks ran off with them," the barman answered.
"Say, I'm real sorry. I didn't know they were hurting you down here."

	"Naw, it's okay," I answered. "They just got a little too
excited. Too much booze, crank. I should be used to it by now." I took
another gulp of water. "My name's Crystal."

	"I'm Sammy, and this is my brother, Arthur. Say, Artie, check
to see if we got some clothes Crystal can wear in the closet."

	"Sure thing." I smiled at the sound of his voice, so deep and
soft that it instantly soothed my aching head. He found a cotton sweat
outfit in the closet; it was large but pleasantly comfortable.

	"Crystal," Sammy paused, looked at the floor, and continued.
"How old are you?" He waited for me to reply, and when I said nothing,
he added, "I'm not trying to get you in trouble for having a fake
I.D., but I need to know. Are you eighteen?"

	My face turned red with embarrassment. "No," I answered
meekly. What would Sammy and Arthur think if they knew my real age?

	Sammy bowed his head. "You're younger than eighteen?"

	I nodded. "I'm sorry I drank in your bar. I'm sorry about what
happened down here. I guess you could get in big trouble."

	Arthur put his arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry about it.
Sammy's cool; hell, I'm only nineteen and I drink in here all the
time. We're just worried about you." He smiled and wiped away the tear
falling from my cheek. "You look exhausted. Want me to drive you
home?"

	"Yeah, sure. Thank you both so much. You're both really great
guys, but you don't look like brothers." I don't know why I said that,
other than because it was true. Sammy looked about twenty-five years
older, but Arthur was not simply a younger version of his older
brother. Everything soft and lovely in Arthur was coarse and rugged in
Sammy. Sammy was denim; Arthur was suede. From the moment I first
noticed Arthur I wanted to rub my hands against his delicate skin. How
long before I would have the opportunity?

	He gave me his telephone number before we parted. I promised
to call him soon; he was anxious to show me his artwork. As I slept I
dreamed of him, holding me, kissing the wounded places on my body and
melting away the pain with his mouth. I dreamed of how he would make
love to me, as if I were a priceless work of art that must not be
marred or abused. He slept beside me, with his hand gently resting
upon my breast and his honey breath tickling the back of my neck. We
rested on billows of air and we wore the sky for our clothing. The
heavens belonged to us alone, and all that existed was love and
passion. The fantasy was perfect as it was unnatural. I was never a
connoisseur of perfection.

	These pleasant fantasies lasted many hours, but before I awoke
my thoughts returned to the manner of sex I was most familiar with-
unmerciful, excruciating, unruly fucking. One thousand soldiers with
one thousand sturdy cocks carried me away to their camp. They tore
away my clothing and slapped and pinched my naked body. My arms were
laced behind my neck and then tied to a wooden plank in the center of
camp, pinning me in a horizontal position that exposed my wet little
pussy to the entire camp. One thousand men mounted the plank and one
thousand cocks came inside me, filling me with their hot juices that
mingled with my own. When I awoke my sheets were wet with the pleasure
I attained from this fantasy. I set about my daily routine- smiling,
remembering all that had transpired the night before, and silently
promising that I would call Arthur later that night.