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CHRISTAL PERSUASION
by edintx99
Chapter 1: Fucked Up
His cock was deep inside me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge, his hands clasped tight around my throat… “Holy fuck!”
I sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, sweat pouring off my naked body. The room obliged with a set of cartwheels and my stomach reciprocated with a bilious wretch. I fell back into the bed, shut my eyes and tried to recall… anything…
Yes! Yesterday Alexandra convinced me to hit the clubs.
“Chris, you haven’t been out in a year. You need to get fucked!” Alex, ten years younger than me, twenty years more knowledgeable about men, and subtle as a brick.
But what exactly happened last night?
I remembered… Alex’s crazy friend Petra had dragged us from one club to another all evening collecting an entourage of guys. Pounding music, packed crowds, bodies pressing us on all sides. The groping and grinding, fuck, I had never done anything like that. Hell, it was hard enough to pry me out of my apartment most days except to go to work.
At first it had been just three guys and pretty innocent. They’d taken us to the season premiere of Game of Thrones in a private theatre in some hotel. At the end of the show, maybe a dozen guys had rolled in, aged twenty to mid-thirties, plus one older man. I should have been apprehensive, but the thought of them all around… Jesus, I’d been so horny.
Now, where the hell am I? Hold on… I know this… the Saint Regis Presidential Suite…
I rubbed my forehead with one hand, stared at the ceiling, and tried to concentrate on what happened after the movie. Then the central air kicked-on, and, as the cool breeze brushed my face, it sang an epic tale to me! When I shifted my eyes to the right, I saw rainbow rivers of color flow off the fluttering curtains and felt the streams caress my bare legs.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with my brain!
This time I inched my way upright and managed a slow scan of the room. The hallucinations faded, reality filling in the widening gaps. Alex was lying next to me under the bedcovers all curled up, snoring, her thumb in her mouth. But where was Petra?
I stood up and winced at the fury of hammers pummeling my skull. Grimacing, I pulled my hair back and looped it in a rough coif in the back. But it wasn’t just my head; my throat, pussy, and asshole were also sore as hell. As I walked into the living room, another memory exploded in my mind… four men.
*************
On my knees on the thick carpet in the main room of the hotel suite, grasping the pile like a wild cat with claws, straddling one man. His blue eyes—just like mine—were staring eagerly up at me. He had his cock in my pussy and I was wildly riding it, my blonde hair whipping his face. We were both panting and sweating and grunting. Then I felt another man grab my thighs from behind, press the head of his dick against my pussy lips, pushing hard to get inside at the same time. I struggled because it was stretching my cunt so much and hurt like hell. The man underneath me saw I was trying to get free and grasped my throat, squeezed until I almost blacked out.
With a single jab, the second man jammed his meat inside me, his balls smacking my ass. Shit, Jesus, two cocks in my pussy at the same time, the pressure and fullness felt… amazing? My cunt, soaking wet and now wicked hot, took the brutal pounding. My clit swelled as he thrusted again and again, a steady full stroke.
A third, gods, a third man moved astride my back and grabbed my arms, bound them with a belt and wrenched them upwards. I almost screamed when he drove his pole forcibly into my tight ass. Fuck it hurt, a searing hot poker of pain; then it spread. Not agony now, it surged in a burst of heat and warmth deep within me and out through every pore of my skin. My flesh glowed like molten lava basking in the tropic sun. The dull roaring of twin jet engines vibrated in my ears. I saw a sweet odor, heard colors bursting inside my brain and let loose with a piercing howl of sheer joy.
My scream energized them even more, all three now bashing their meat-rods in me like jackhammers. Three flesh poles supporting me, thrusting in me, splitting me open. Stuffed full, my arms aching from being twisted, a pair of hands yanked at my hair. I orgasmed, my whole body shuddering and shaking, but they didn’t stop.
The fourth… I remembered the fourth now. He strapped a jaw-breaking, O-ring in my mouth. I couldn’t scream or bite down, only grunt and gag as he began thrusting seven inches of iron-stiff dick down my throat. He pinched my nose tight so I wouldn’t choke on my own vomit and I spewed thick fluid down my chin and breasts.
They came—when they were ready—always in my mouth. All of them shot, one after another, like geysers deep in my throat. Normally repellant to me, I begged for it. Some splurged thin, watery fluid, others thick, gooey cum like what you hawk up when you have a cold. After they blew their loads, all of these studs stayed erect and began fucking me again and cumming again, this time all over my body.
And then they took turns spanking my ass until it was red and sore and slapped my pussy until it was plumped like ripe fruit. It was like someone knew my inner most fantasies. Jesus, so many of my own orgasms.
I was no party girl, had a psychological block about having orgasms, and could count on one hand the number I’d had in my life. But not last night! These were no sweet, quiet ones like I got when masturbating alone. No, they had been massive, grand-mal seizure types. My whole body had flushed, eyes unfocused, and every muscle below my waste rolled and vibrated until I passed out.
Focus, focus, I need to recall something.
Alexandra’s on the bed. But where was Petra? I walked into the other lounge, occasionally rubbing my pussy it was so sore, surprised to find I’d gotten wet reliving last night. I spotted something for my aching head and bruised throat—some melting ice and a silk napkin—put it against my neck and giggled.
I found my own rap3 funny? Fuck me, what had I been given last night? Colors felt, odors seen?
Fuck it, I put the ice pack between my legs where it was really needed. I grabbed an open bottle of champagne and rinsed and spit out the dried lumps of sperm in my mouth.
No Petra… living room, lounge, dining room… back to the bedroom, Alex snoring… dressing room, the bathroom... Shit I looked a mess in the full length mirrors. I grabbed a washcloth, dampened it and tried to wipe the streaks of cum from my pussy, stomach and breasts. I stretched and stared at myself, felt sexy, desirable.
Rap3d and now feeling sexy. I’m still high. Ecstasy?
I’d hated my body my whole life, abused it, let myself go. Blessed Alexandra, sweet young Alex, whose life I had saved years ago. She was the one that had finally kicked some sense into me. I’d worked hard the last eight months to lose weight and get in shape. My trainer now talked about my tight abs and statuesque figure. I smacked my forehead with my palm trying to shake some sense into my drvg addled brain.
That action dislodged another recollection, me on my knees receiving a load of cum right here on the floor in front of the mirrors. And I had enjoyed it. I splashed some water on my face and went back in the bedroom to shake Alex.
“Alex. Damn it Alex, wake up!”
“Uh, what?”
She looked like I felt, kind of. Alex’s so fucking gorgeous it makes me jealous sometimes: lean, long-limbed, angel face. Hard as nails, street-smart. Just turned eighteen and already a hard core dom. I wondered how her night had gone.
“Hey, time to get up Alex. Where’s your lunatic friend, Petra.”
She sat up and held her head like I had earlier. “Ugh, how should I know? Last I saw she was bound hand and foot and being fucked every which way. I tied the knots. What’s the problem?”
“Problem is… last I saw three guys manhandled her out of the suite.”
**********
We talked about that night a lot the next couple of days. We also made a pact not to report it. Besides, even if they dragged someone in, we had both been so drvgged neither of us could truthfully ID anyone in a line-up. We avoided each other for over a week.
At the two week anniversary Alex stopped by. She was nervous. I quickly pushed a couple stacks of magazines and a load of unfolded laundry off the couch so we could sit down together. After a few minutes talking, I got concerned and finally pressed her.
“Alex, exactly when was the last time you heard from Petra? I mean, last I saw she was being forcibly dragged away by those guys.”
“I got a couple of texts a day from her for the first week after our little outing”—she smiled, more a leer—“She said she was with some rich older guy. Talked about being pampered and waited on hand and foot by servants and having lots of sex. Then a text here and there. Nothing in the last three days.”
“Soooo… you’re concerned or is this just normal for her?”
She shrugged her shoulders non-committedly, “Chris, our life isn’t like yours, you know.” She pointed at me, “You’re the adult here, the work-horse psychiatric nurse serving the masses. When we score a rich dude, we milk them for all their worth.”
I looked at Alex. Hard to believe sometimes that I’d gotten so attached. Not five years ago she’d nearly died in my ER after a run-in with a violent John. Never mind the couple of meth overdoses I had privately treated. I’d finally enrolled her into a good rehab program and she’d gotten her act together, some. No drvgs and at least she’d upgraded her clientele, worked for an esc0rt service now.
I chewed my inner cheek for a moment and decided it was once again time to be ‘the adult’, “So, is it normal or not?”
“No, I’m worried. I’ve known her a year and she’s never dropped out of sight without keeping me plugged-in.”
Her face went slack and her eyes teared. I knew girls like her didn’t make many real friends so this must be serious. “You been to the police?”
“Yeah, right, police. You k1dd1ng?”
She was sniffling. The hard-bitten, street-girl had melted away and the young woman underneath leaked through at the loss of her friend. I drew both her hands between mine and searched her face, “So, have you talked to her other friends, any fam1ly members? Maybe they have a line on her?”
“Of course I have. No one knows where she is.”
“Well, let me try.”
**********
Later that day on the same couch….
“What’d the cops say?”
I looked at Alex and frowned at the memory. “They wrote down all the info I gave them about Petra.”
“Did you tell them what happened to you?”
Jesus, how do I tell her that I can never talk about that, not given what I do all day, counseling the sexual abused. I’m going to admit that I was drvgged and rap3d? No fucking way! But she is also one of the few who also knew more about me so…
“No, I didn’t. You know how I was raised, what happened. I can’t go through that again.”
“Yeah, sure, I get it. But, they listened to you, right? They put out a BOLO on her or something?”
“Well… They were very understanding until”—there was no other way to say it so I just gave it to her straight—“until I gave her name, and yours.”
Alex’s face turned red, “Motherfuckers don’t give a shit about us. We’re people too!”
I slid closer and put an arm around her. Yeah, me, the adult, a mother to her, like I never had. “Hey, hey, it’s all right. They have an official report. They’ll have to follow-up.”
“Fuck, don’t lie to me. What else happened? Something else happened, right?”
I wanted to spare her but I wasn’t going to lie to Alex. “As I was about to leave, the lead detective said, ‘whore’ under his breath and his partner actually laughed. I punched him, had to be pulled off him. Their captain cleared the room. After that, they were all f0rced politeness, swore they’d get to the bottom of Petra’s disappearance, but I could tell they wouldn’t do dick.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I expected. No problem.” Alex pulled away and huddled at the end of the couch, all curled up in a ball.
“Hey, I’m not done. You were worried so I followed up some more. I went to the hotel and quizzed them about the older man, you know, the one that didn’t participate but seemed to be in charge. I figured he rented the hotel suite. They refused to give me any information. Fucker actually said, ‘hotel-client privacy’.”
I moved closer, “Look, Alex, I know we must have been drvgged with Ecstasy, maybe some other narcotics or hallucinogen as well. I only remember one person, that younger guy I was riding. I’m going to find him and make him to tell me who or where I can find the boss-man.”
Shit, work and the internet was pretty much my life. I couldn’t believe I was even suggesting this, but Alex, for all her experience, was still like a k1d. She was as close to a ch1ld I was ever going to have and it pissed me off no end she was so sad.
“Sure Chris, but, I thought you said you couldn’t identify anyone enough to have them legally arrested and interrogated?
“Might take a while, but I’ll find him.” I took a deep, shuddering breath as another memory of that night whipped through my brain. My voice dripping acid with each word, I stared into her eyes and finished, “Who said anything about legally questioning this bastard.”
Alex’s eyelids fluttered nervously. One eyebrow raised and her mouth quirked, “So what, you’re the dom now?”
I laughed at the absurdity but replied confidently, “Trust me, he’ll be so freaked and fucked up… he’ll talk.”
by edintx99
Chapter 1: Fucked Up
His cock was deep inside me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge, his hands clasped tight around my throat… “Holy fuck!”
I sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, sweat pouring off my naked body. The room obliged with a set of cartwheels and my stomach reciprocated with a bilious wretch. I fell back into the bed, shut my eyes and tried to recall… anything…
Yes! Yesterday Alexandra convinced me to hit the clubs.
“Chris, you haven’t been out in a year. You need to get fucked!” Alex, ten years younger than me, twenty years more knowledgeable about men, and subtle as a brick.
But what exactly happened last night?
I remembered… Alex’s crazy friend Petra had dragged us from one club to another all evening collecting an entourage of guys. Pounding music, packed crowds, bodies pressing us on all sides. The groping and grinding, fuck, I had never done anything like that. Hell, it was hard enough to pry me out of my apartment most days except to go to work.
At first it had been just three guys and pretty innocent. They’d taken us to the season premiere of Game of Thrones in a private theatre in some hotel. At the end of the show, maybe a dozen guys had rolled in, aged twenty to mid-thirties, plus one older man. I should have been apprehensive, but the thought of them all around… Jesus, I’d been so horny.
Now, where the hell am I? Hold on… I know this… the Saint Regis Presidential Suite…
I rubbed my forehead with one hand, stared at the ceiling, and tried to concentrate on what happened after the movie. Then the central air kicked-on, and, as the cool breeze brushed my face, it sang an epic tale to me! When I shifted my eyes to the right, I saw rainbow rivers of color flow off the fluttering curtains and felt the streams caress my bare legs.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with my brain!
This time I inched my way upright and managed a slow scan of the room. The hallucinations faded, reality filling in the widening gaps. Alex was lying next to me under the bedcovers all curled up, snoring, her thumb in her mouth. But where was Petra?
I stood up and winced at the fury of hammers pummeling my skull. Grimacing, I pulled my hair back and looped it in a rough coif in the back. But it wasn’t just my head; my throat, pussy, and asshole were also sore as hell. As I walked into the living room, another memory exploded in my mind… four men.
*************
On my knees on the thick carpet in the main room of the hotel suite, grasping the pile like a wild cat with claws, straddling one man. His blue eyes—just like mine—were staring eagerly up at me. He had his cock in my pussy and I was wildly riding it, my blonde hair whipping his face. We were both panting and sweating and grunting. Then I felt another man grab my thighs from behind, press the head of his dick against my pussy lips, pushing hard to get inside at the same time. I struggled because it was stretching my cunt so much and hurt like hell. The man underneath me saw I was trying to get free and grasped my throat, squeezed until I almost blacked out.
With a single jab, the second man jammed his meat inside me, his balls smacking my ass. Shit, Jesus, two cocks in my pussy at the same time, the pressure and fullness felt… amazing? My cunt, soaking wet and now wicked hot, took the brutal pounding. My clit swelled as he thrusted again and again, a steady full stroke.
A third, gods, a third man moved astride my back and grabbed my arms, bound them with a belt and wrenched them upwards. I almost screamed when he drove his pole forcibly into my tight ass. Fuck it hurt, a searing hot poker of pain; then it spread. Not agony now, it surged in a burst of heat and warmth deep within me and out through every pore of my skin. My flesh glowed like molten lava basking in the tropic sun. The dull roaring of twin jet engines vibrated in my ears. I saw a sweet odor, heard colors bursting inside my brain and let loose with a piercing howl of sheer joy.
My scream energized them even more, all three now bashing their meat-rods in me like jackhammers. Three flesh poles supporting me, thrusting in me, splitting me open. Stuffed full, my arms aching from being twisted, a pair of hands yanked at my hair. I orgasmed, my whole body shuddering and shaking, but they didn’t stop.
The fourth… I remembered the fourth now. He strapped a jaw-breaking, O-ring in my mouth. I couldn’t scream or bite down, only grunt and gag as he began thrusting seven inches of iron-stiff dick down my throat. He pinched my nose tight so I wouldn’t choke on my own vomit and I spewed thick fluid down my chin and breasts.
They came—when they were ready—always in my mouth. All of them shot, one after another, like geysers deep in my throat. Normally repellant to me, I begged for it. Some splurged thin, watery fluid, others thick, gooey cum like what you hawk up when you have a cold. After they blew their loads, all of these studs stayed erect and began fucking me again and cumming again, this time all over my body.
And then they took turns spanking my ass until it was red and sore and slapped my pussy until it was plumped like ripe fruit. It was like someone knew my inner most fantasies. Jesus, so many of my own orgasms.
I was no party girl, had a psychological block about having orgasms, and could count on one hand the number I’d had in my life. But not last night! These were no sweet, quiet ones like I got when masturbating alone. No, they had been massive, grand-mal seizure types. My whole body had flushed, eyes unfocused, and every muscle below my waste rolled and vibrated until I passed out.
Focus, focus, I need to recall something.
Alexandra’s on the bed. But where was Petra? I walked into the other lounge, occasionally rubbing my pussy it was so sore, surprised to find I’d gotten wet reliving last night. I spotted something for my aching head and bruised throat—some melting ice and a silk napkin—put it against my neck and giggled.
I found my own rap3 funny? Fuck me, what had I been given last night? Colors felt, odors seen?
Fuck it, I put the ice pack between my legs where it was really needed. I grabbed an open bottle of champagne and rinsed and spit out the dried lumps of sperm in my mouth.
No Petra… living room, lounge, dining room… back to the bedroom, Alex snoring… dressing room, the bathroom... Shit I looked a mess in the full length mirrors. I grabbed a washcloth, dampened it and tried to wipe the streaks of cum from my pussy, stomach and breasts. I stretched and stared at myself, felt sexy, desirable.
Rap3d and now feeling sexy. I’m still high. Ecstasy?
I’d hated my body my whole life, abused it, let myself go. Blessed Alexandra, sweet young Alex, whose life I had saved years ago. She was the one that had finally kicked some sense into me. I’d worked hard the last eight months to lose weight and get in shape. My trainer now talked about my tight abs and statuesque figure. I smacked my forehead with my palm trying to shake some sense into my drvg addled brain.
That action dislodged another recollection, me on my knees receiving a load of cum right here on the floor in front of the mirrors. And I had enjoyed it. I splashed some water on my face and went back in the bedroom to shake Alex.
“Alex. Damn it Alex, wake up!”
“Uh, what?”
She looked like I felt, kind of. Alex’s so fucking gorgeous it makes me jealous sometimes: lean, long-limbed, angel face. Hard as nails, street-smart. Just turned eighteen and already a hard core dom. I wondered how her night had gone.
“Hey, time to get up Alex. Where’s your lunatic friend, Petra.”
She sat up and held her head like I had earlier. “Ugh, how should I know? Last I saw she was bound hand and foot and being fucked every which way. I tied the knots. What’s the problem?”
“Problem is… last I saw three guys manhandled her out of the suite.”
**********
We talked about that night a lot the next couple of days. We also made a pact not to report it. Besides, even if they dragged someone in, we had both been so drvgged neither of us could truthfully ID anyone in a line-up. We avoided each other for over a week.
At the two week anniversary Alex stopped by. She was nervous. I quickly pushed a couple stacks of magazines and a load of unfolded laundry off the couch so we could sit down together. After a few minutes talking, I got concerned and finally pressed her.
“Alex, exactly when was the last time you heard from Petra? I mean, last I saw she was being forcibly dragged away by those guys.”
“I got a couple of texts a day from her for the first week after our little outing”—she smiled, more a leer—“She said she was with some rich older guy. Talked about being pampered and waited on hand and foot by servants and having lots of sex. Then a text here and there. Nothing in the last three days.”
“Soooo… you’re concerned or is this just normal for her?”
She shrugged her shoulders non-committedly, “Chris, our life isn’t like yours, you know.” She pointed at me, “You’re the adult here, the work-horse psychiatric nurse serving the masses. When we score a rich dude, we milk them for all their worth.”
I looked at Alex. Hard to believe sometimes that I’d gotten so attached. Not five years ago she’d nearly died in my ER after a run-in with a violent John. Never mind the couple of meth overdoses I had privately treated. I’d finally enrolled her into a good rehab program and she’d gotten her act together, some. No drvgs and at least she’d upgraded her clientele, worked for an esc0rt service now.
I chewed my inner cheek for a moment and decided it was once again time to be ‘the adult’, “So, is it normal or not?”
“No, I’m worried. I’ve known her a year and she’s never dropped out of sight without keeping me plugged-in.”
Her face went slack and her eyes teared. I knew girls like her didn’t make many real friends so this must be serious. “You been to the police?”
“Yeah, right, police. You k1dd1ng?”
She was sniffling. The hard-bitten, street-girl had melted away and the young woman underneath leaked through at the loss of her friend. I drew both her hands between mine and searched her face, “So, have you talked to her other friends, any fam1ly members? Maybe they have a line on her?”
“Of course I have. No one knows where she is.”
“Well, let me try.”
**********
Later that day on the same couch….
“What’d the cops say?”
I looked at Alex and frowned at the memory. “They wrote down all the info I gave them about Petra.”
“Did you tell them what happened to you?”
Jesus, how do I tell her that I can never talk about that, not given what I do all day, counseling the sexual abused. I’m going to admit that I was drvgged and rap3d? No fucking way! But she is also one of the few who also knew more about me so…
“No, I didn’t. You know how I was raised, what happened. I can’t go through that again.”
“Yeah, sure, I get it. But, they listened to you, right? They put out a BOLO on her or something?”
“Well… They were very understanding until”—there was no other way to say it so I just gave it to her straight—“until I gave her name, and yours.”
Alex’s face turned red, “Motherfuckers don’t give a shit about us. We’re people too!”
I slid closer and put an arm around her. Yeah, me, the adult, a mother to her, like I never had. “Hey, hey, it’s all right. They have an official report. They’ll have to follow-up.”
“Fuck, don’t lie to me. What else happened? Something else happened, right?”
I wanted to spare her but I wasn’t going to lie to Alex. “As I was about to leave, the lead detective said, ‘whore’ under his breath and his partner actually laughed. I punched him, had to be pulled off him. Their captain cleared the room. After that, they were all f0rced politeness, swore they’d get to the bottom of Petra’s disappearance, but I could tell they wouldn’t do dick.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I expected. No problem.” Alex pulled away and huddled at the end of the couch, all curled up in a ball.
“Hey, I’m not done. You were worried so I followed up some more. I went to the hotel and quizzed them about the older man, you know, the one that didn’t participate but seemed to be in charge. I figured he rented the hotel suite. They refused to give me any information. Fucker actually said, ‘hotel-client privacy’.”
I moved closer, “Look, Alex, I know we must have been drvgged with Ecstasy, maybe some other narcotics or hallucinogen as well. I only remember one person, that younger guy I was riding. I’m going to find him and make him to tell me who or where I can find the boss-man.”
Shit, work and the internet was pretty much my life. I couldn’t believe I was even suggesting this, but Alex, for all her experience, was still like a k1d. She was as close to a ch1ld I was ever going to have and it pissed me off no end she was so sad.
“Sure Chris, but, I thought you said you couldn’t identify anyone enough to have them legally arrested and interrogated?
“Might take a while, but I’ll find him.” I took a deep, shuddering breath as another memory of that night whipped through my brain. My voice dripping acid with each word, I stared into her eyes and finished, “Who said anything about legally questioning this bastard.”
Alex’s eyelids fluttered nervously. One eyebrow raised and her mouth quirked, “So what, you’re the dom now?”
I laughed at the absurdity but replied confidently, “Trust me, he’ll be so freaked and fucked up… he’ll talk.”
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