There was a really seedy bar located near the job site where we would all go after work to get a few drinks and bullshit before going home. To call this bar a dive would be to give it more credit than it deserved. A dive is a bar where uptown folks come to slum it on occasion. Nothing of the sort could be found here. This bar didn't even have a name that anyone was aware of. Only the neon signs advertising beer in the windows announced it as a drinking establishment.
The clientele that patronized that bar were no less shady. The old school country music that played over a worn stereo system and the dead eyed patrons milling about were a perfect match to the worn exterior and the shabby interior decor. This was not a place where you wanted to go if you didn't know anyone or were perceived as an outsider. The prison tats that adorned many of the drinkers, the buck knives visibly displayed attached to their belts, and the bulges in their jackets which concealed something even more dangerous gave the place an undoubtedly menacing atmosphere.
The bar was full that evening as the entire crew had arrived and begun the usual routine of pitchers of draft beer, pool and darts. The language was rough and the volume was loud as the alcohol loosened all of our inhibitions and inspired the macho bravado that often accompanies men drinking in the company of each other. For that reason, nobody seemed to notice the obviously out of place couple that had entered the bar.
The couple looked like yuppies who were clearly lost. The guy looked like an accountant or something like that and wore a concerned expression on his face as he surveyed the room. The woman with him was very attractive and was covered head to toe in designer brands. Although I stood a few feet from them, I could see the wedding bands on their ring fingers. Unlike her husband who was able to perceive the situation he was in, the wife did not look concerned. Instead, she looked put out and annoyed by whatever situation had brought them into a place like this.
I made my way over to them and asked them what they needed in an even, non-threatening tone. The husband spoke up and informed me that someone had stolen his wife's purse. He explained that he had given chase, and it looked like the assailant had fled into this building.
"Don't worry, we'll find him and get it back for you," I said as I put my arm around his wife's waist.
"What are your names?" I asked.
The man eyed me disapprovingly but did not muster up the courage to tell me to take my hands off his wife. The wife was frozen solid, and the expression of annoyance on her face had been replaced by a sheet white visage as I held her close to me. The husband began to back peddle, and he explained that he now thought he had made a mistake about where the thief had gone. He began to turn and reach for his wife's arm in an effort to lead her out the door.
"Don't be rude. I asked for your names. Strangers show each other respect around here," I warned him as he stopped in his tracks.
"I'm Kyle and this is Kim," he said in a subdued and submissive tone.
By this time, the entire bar had become aware of what was happening, and the couple was now surrounded by a large group of guys effectively blocking them from the door.
"See that's better. Thanks Kyle. What's going to happen now is that we are all going to gang rape your wife while you watch," I said with a smile.
I slid my hand down from Kim's waist, grabbed a handful or her ass and squeezed.
The crowd roared in approval, and what had once been a stationary mob sprang to life and began to writhe and undulate around the couple like a single living being.
Three burly guys grabbed the husband and pulled him away from his wife as she cried out to him in fear. I grabbed Kim by her hair and dragged her across the floor kicking and screaming. Still grasping her hair, I pulled her upright.
"Get this bitch's clothes off," I yelled to the mob.
A group of guys with lust and frenzy in their eyes rushed her, and a litany of hands grabbed every piece of exposed clothing and began to rip it off her. Kim was whipped from side to side as the mob violently stripped off her clothing. Every time a piece of clothing gave way, it elicited a roar of excitement and approval from the crowd.
Kim's clothes lay ripped and scattered on the ground around her feet as I again pulled her upright by her hair. I turned her around in a circle several times to show the crowd her naked body. Lust filled eyes roamed every inch of her body from her firm breasts to her toned ass to her Brazilian waxed cunt.
I licked the side of her face as I groped and kneaded her breasts. I brought my hand down to her bald cunt and forced two fingers inside her as she groaned.
"What should I do with this?" I asked the crowd.
"Rape her! Rape her! Rape her!" The crowd responded in a lascivious chant.
"Get him over here where he can see this and get him something to drink," I said as I gestured to her husband.
The three guys who were holding him brought him over in front of her and forcibly sat him down in a chair where he had full view of the action. Another guy grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and returned with it. He grabbed Kyle's mouth and forced it open, pouring large amounts of whiskey inside it as the crowd jeered and made lewd comments about his wife.
