Crystal's new roommates

One of the college-age guys speaks quickly.

"Sorry, Mr. Fireman, sir. I'm John. Our roommate didn't get a chance to get dressed."

"Ok," the fireman nodded and looked at Crystal. "Miss..."

"Crystal."

"You look cold, Crystal. Get a shirt from your roommates and go back inside," the fireman said and walked off.

Crystal blushed furiously, knowing that the authority figure had just stared at her cold, pierced nipples and magically waxed pussy for two minutes straight.

John pulled his tshirt off and offered it to Crystal. He was lanky, scrawny, with dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. Crystal took it awkwardly and pulled it on. It was tight over her boobs, and her malevolent nipple piercings started chewing on it. She pulled it down in the front and the back with her hands, hoping vainly to cover her ass and pussy.

John put his arm around Crystal and started guiding her back inside. Her naked legs rubbed against each other, and her bare feet moved awkwardly.

"Hi, Crystal," he said. "I'm John and this is Henry. Come along to our apartment."

Crystal followed passively, bewildered by the night's events.

The guys lived one floor above Crystal. Crystal tripped and fell on all fours as soon as they crossed from the stairs into the carpeted hallway. Try as she might, she couldn't get up. Worse, she could feel the magical ink flowing onto her nude ass. She wondered what it said.

"Make your bitch crawl," she heard John mutter. The guys chuckled.

She crawled beside the guys into their apartment. They closed the door behind her.

Crystal sat up on her knees. It was a typical bachelor place. It looked like more than two guys lived there, but the mess made it hard to tell.

John's tshirt fell shredded off her, leaving her naked again. The metal flowed, handcuffing her hands behind her back. The ink flowed too.

Crystal looked down.

"FUCK ME HARD AND DEGRADE ME," her tattoos invited.