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"Broken Crystal"
    by Libertine


Crystal left her job at McDonald's and started walking out of
town.  It was two and a half miles to the trailer she shared with
her mother.  Though it was after ten, the sky in the west was
still light, and she found herself looking at her reflection in a
store window, herself dark against the pink sky background. She
liked what she saw, a slender young woman, not unlike some
popular singers, with long bleached blonde hair.  She wore canvas
shoes, cut-off jeans shorts which rode so low that the waistband
of her thong showed ó it was the latest fashion --- and a cut-off
T-shirt that revealed lots of bare middle.  The T-shirt was taut
over her ample bust.  She turned to one side and the other, so as
to admire her curvy profile in the glass.  Newly graduated from
high school, she had no immediate prospects, but she was
determined to get out of this dump and make her fortune in the
city.  She had no doubt she would, for while she was a poor
student and a poor waitress, she knew to a certainty that her
role in life was to be beautiful, and she couldn't help but
succeed in that. She wasn't sure what she would do in the city,
but it was only a matter of time: perhaps a starring role, or a
multi-millionaire husband, or both.  She was already adept at
using her looks to her advantage.  She was the most popular of
the five cheer leaders; it was a small school in a very rural
part of the state.   She never carried money; there was always a
man to buy her what she wanted.  She had blackmailed her History
teacher into a passing grade, threatening to complain that he was
always looking at her breasts.  Who would doubt that?

Her self-admiration was interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle,
Bryan's.  Bryan had won the auction to take her to the senior
prom, and his family had the money for a prom dress and shoes for
Crystal, flowers, dinner, a limo (all the way from Brownsville)
and a post-prom party that lasted until dawn.  She had rewarded
Bryan with a peck on the cheek when he said good-night.  Of
course, she hadn't dated Bryan since. She had learned that while
any boy would accept reticence on a first date, they expected her
body soon after, and she was saving her virginity for that
multi-millionaire.  "It's a long walk home, Crystal. Hop on the
back."  She threw a leg over the saddle of the cycle and put her
arms around his waist as he roared out of town.  He didn't, 
however, turn down the road to the trailer.  Never mind.  She
enjoyed the ride, hugging Bryan's back, and the vibration of the
leather between her thighs was exciting.  It got dark, and Bryan
turned off on some side roads and then up a long driveway toward
an unlighted farm house.  He rode around the house, turned off
his lights, and coasted into a barn behind it.  She was startled
that the door closed behind them.  It was totally dark.

A light came on.  "Surprise party, Crystal," said a chorus of
voices.  She saw Bryan, of course, and Harry and Bill and Kyle
and Avery, all boys she had dated once or twice.  With the boys
were April, Celeste, Martina, and Gayle, the other four cheer
leaders. There were pizza boxes and a cooler of drinks, plus some
hard stuff.  "Call you mother and tell her you won't be home
tonight."  April handed her a cell phone.  Crystal left a brief
message on her mother's answering machine.  It wasn't unusual for
her mother to stay out all night, or even all weekend.

"You are the guest of honor," said Avery.

"Gee, I'm flattered.  Why me?"

"Because you are a prick-teasing bitch who ruined things for us,
and you need to learn your lesson!" snarled Gayle.  While Bryan
straddled the motorcycle, the eight of them surrounded Crystal
and moved closer. They dragged her off the bike and glared at
her. "Strip!"

"No," said Crystal.  Without delay, Kyle snatched at the
waistband of her shorts and aimed a spray can of paint remover
down her belly.  There was a short hiss.  "Oh, God!" screamed
Crystal, "it burns like fire!"  The others stood back as Crystal
tore off her shorts and thong underwear, then her T- shirt, which
she used to try to dry off her burning vulva. She hopped and
writhed and rubbed, trying to remove the irritating fluid.  Then
she saw a watering trough, and she wet her T-shirt and rubbed it
up and down her cunt.  Finally, she leaned against the wall,
holding the wet cloth over her inflamed labia, crying, and she
managed to say, "That was a cruel thing to do.  What did I ever
do to you?"

Celeste said, "Stole our boy friends.  Made us look plain. 
Hogged the attention.  Mooched off your friends.  Now, take off
your bra, too."  When Crystal hesitated, Kyle raised the spray
can.  Crystal removed her bra.  "Jesus!  The fucking bra is
padded!  It's one of those push-up bras that gives her more
cleavage than she has.  Who'd have known?  Did any of you guys
know her tits weren't real?"  The guys shook their heads.  "Hey,
guys, watch this."  As if they had rehearsed it, Martina grabbed
Crystal's arms and held them behind her while April and Gayle
tied her elbows together.  Celeste held out a pair of iron pipes,
with holes drilled in the ends and threaded rods and wing nuts
holding them together, forming a rectangular frame.  While
Celeste held the frame around Crystal's breasts, April and Gayle
tightened the wing nuts, moving the parallel pipes closer and
closer together, compressing Crystal's still ample breasts.

"Ooow! That hurts," she protested, as the girls tightened the
nuts even more, squashing Crystal's breasts until they looked
like hamburger buns. Martina put a hook  between the tied elbows.
The hook was on a rope which went over a pulley on an overhead
beam.  She hauled on the rope until Crystal was bent from the
waist, on tip-toe, with her weighted tits pointed toward the
floor. "Please, you're ruining my breasts!"  The girls laughed.

"Shut up, slut."   "Look, she's got her period."  Her puffy
labia, the hair trimmed neatly, were clearly visible from behind,
and a tell-tale string hung down. Martina pulled it slowly,
easing the bloody Tampax out.  "She says she's a virgin.  Who's
going to cure that affliction?"  "It ought to be Bryan.  He spent
the most on her."  Bryan dropped his jeans and displayed his
stiff tool, bigger than average and standing tall.  He fumbled
with a condom, but one of the girls said, "If she's a virgin, she
shouldn't have STDs, and since she bleeding, she can't get
pregnant. Forget the condom.  Fuck her!"  Without delay, he
reached out and grabbed Crystal's hips from behind, then forced
his penis against her puffy fig.  She tried to press her thighs
together, to wriggle her ass and spoil his aim, but he held her
firmly and drove his meat into her slippery cunt.

Crystal screamed and swore, denouncing Bryan as a cock-sucking
bastard, a sadistic rapist, a patriarchal prick.  Bryan's only
reply was to pump harder, driving into her and stretching her as
much as he could, even moving her hips in a circle while he was
buried in her vagina, as if to enlarge the hole, sort of like
scooping out a pumpkin at Halloween.  Crystal began to gag and
gurgle and pant.  "Uh!  Uh! Uh! Oh, God!  Oh, mother-fuckin'
God!"

"She's coming!" "She's no virgin, or else she's good friends with
a vibrator."  "Fuck her brains out, Bryan.  Make her come again."
Bryan, however, had shot his load into her and was pulling out. 
April was pulling Harry's pants down.  "Go to it, Lover.  Fuck
her brains out."  Harry, the tallest of the boys, had to bend his
knees to enter her, but then he lifted her hips and bounced
Crystal up and down on his penetrating penis.  He came before she
did, but Bill stepped up and stuck her good, even before much
semen could slide down her inner thighs. She grunted and
struggled and came again, twice, before Kyle took his place
behind her.

"Wait," said Gayle.  "Avery has always wanted me to give head. 
Let Crystal suck him off while Kyle does his thing."

"Nooo!" wailed Crystal.  Celeste, the good science student, said,
"I can convince her to do that."  She had a neon sign
transformer, 6000 volts, and she attached one lead to the iron
pipe tit-squasher and taped the end of the other wire to the end
of a dry wooden stick.  She flicked a switch and drew a long blue
spark from the iron to the stick.  Then she moved the stick over
to Crystal's left nipple and drew another glowing arc.  Crystal
screamed herself breathless and then gasped, "OK, OK, just stop
that!" So Avery fucked her mouth while Kyle fucked her doggy
style.  Avery said, "Oh, great. Oh, yes!  That's it, you slut. 
Suck it," while Kyle quietly did the old in and out from behind
until both guys were satisfied. Bill aimed a little higher and
fucked her ass, as Crystal moaned and complained.  When he was
done, she just hung there, with Avery's semen on her chin and
four loads of cum dribbling down her legs.

Martina said, "Ok, guys, you've had your fun.  Now it's our turn.
Like Apache squaws with a prisoner, we'll give her a going away
present she won't forget." Celeste jabbed the electric stick at
Crystal's anus, and Crystal howled, "Yaahh!"  Martina took a turn
with the stick, running up and down Crystal's inner thighs, which
made her dance insanely, as her leg muscles spasmed.  April went
for the breasts, circling the nips with blue sparks.  Gayle took
a year-old ear of field corn, with hard kernels like pebbles, and
forced it into Crystal's rectum, until the anal muscles closed
over it.  "Won't you have fun trying to shit that out," she said
into Crystal's ear.  Martina took another ear of corn and rubbed
the bumpy kernels up and down Crystal's vulva, punishing her clit
before she buried half the ear in Crystal's cum cavern.  When the
stick was held against Crystal's clit, her vaginal muscles
clamped down so hard that the ear of corn shot seven feet before
it hit the floor.  The girls took turns paddling Crystal's rump
with a board, until it was purple and Crystal was beyond
screaming, perhaps somewhere in sub-space.

April's cell phone rang, and she had a brief conversation. 
"He'll be here in ten minutes."  They loosened the rope and let
Crystal slump to the floor. They untied her elbows and  released
the tit-squasher. Then they douched the cum from her cunt, wiped
her off, and helped her to dress.  Fortunately, the paint remover
had evaporated, and she could put on her shorts without burning
her crotch.  Crystal was looking pretty good when the pimp
arrived in his big Mercedes.  "You dreamed of a job  in the
city," called Bryan, "Now your dreams have come true.  Have a
good time."


                          -- The End --


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