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 Title: Miss Prim & Proper, or what goes around, comes around
Codes: MF, torture, humiliation, nc, drugs
Outline: Cynthia gets some payback when a rebuffed suitor from her youth
finally takes what already should have been his years ago (and then starts
handing it out to every one...)
Suggestor: likes to be unmentioned
   Chapter 1
   Cynthia Hauser had been pissed of all week now.  Monday started a drag
with the users complaining about the newly rolled out word processor.  When
both of her 1st line support people called in sick, now she was the one who
had to babysit managers, secretaries and all those other people who thought
they were to good to read the instructions that had been mailed out weeks
ago and once for last weeks as well.  Tuesday was not any better, with only
one of her subordinates back to work.  Working for more than 20 years in
IT, having worked her way through various roles from support monkey, via
system and network engineering and other positions that required her
technical skills instead of her female appearance, to Senior Project
Manager, one would think the VP of HR would realize that she was NOT the
person to walk around with a friendly smile on her face explaining time and
time again the simplest word processors instructions.  For God's sake, how
hard can it be to grasp some basic concepts!  Just hire some college
students and train those for ten minutes and then they could do the same
job.
   As she corrected her makeup in the ladies room, she considered herself
lucky that indeed she did not have to rely on her female charms to get
things done.  Not that she had anything to complain about.  At just over
40, she still had the same dress size as when she left college.  The weekly
visits to the gym classes paid their dividend in that regard, even though
she had to deal with the usual amount of lecherous guys (and even some
women!) as she worked her usual routine through the exercise machines.  Not
that they would see much, as she generally hid her B-cup sized tits and the
rest of her firm 5'4" body that hovered around 115-120 pounds in baggy
sweat gear as she worked out.  What irritated her more where the wolf calls
and whistles that she received from construction workers and sometimes even
car drivers as she walked between work and home.  Yes, she knew she looked
good, especially with the new hairdo.  Even her brother mentioned that she
looked just like Jamie Lee Curtis.  Of course, he knew that was her
favourite actress, so maybe he was just giving her an empty compliment. 
But empty or not, it was nice to be appreciated without being expected to
give something in return.  What did those whistlers expect anyway?  That
she would turn towards them, ripped open her blouse and yelled "Yes, please
fuck me right here and now!" to them?  Get real...  no one would fuck her
without being married to her.  And even then only when, where and how she
wanted it.  Even if it meant to go without a stiff cock up her cunt for
eight years now.
   As she straightened her blouse and checked if all the buttons were
closed, she realized that indeed it had been just over eight years that she
divorced Robert.  Initially he seemed like the ideal husband for her. 
Their courtship had been just that: courtship.  No gropes, no innuendos, no
fondling in dark cinemas of on back seats of cars.  No hints at 'test
drives' as with most earlier boyfriends.  Just the behaviour she expected
from a boyfriend, or just in fact any male that took an interest in her. 
The wedding night had been good, Robert took her virginity with his condom
clad cock (they planned on having children only after two or three years)
and after the expected initial pain she experienced her first orgasm caused
by fucking.  At least it was the same feeling as she had every two months
or so as she had those very intense, physical dreams and usually woke up
all sweaty, exhausted and physically satisfied.  But this was much more
intense.  The feelings that his actions had caused that first time even
surprised her after all these years.  However, as she had seen the look of
lust on her husbands face when he had shot his load in the latex cover
around his cock, she understood that his had to be kept under control. 
Before you knew it, he would be expecting these kind of activities at each
and every conceivable opportunity.  She knew how men thought.  And she was
not going to have any of it.  So they settled into a (at least for her)
comfortable routine of a two-and-a-half week rhythm.  One extended Saturday
evening of a intimate dinner, some dancing or perhaps a romantic movie and
then Robert would be allowed to fuck her.  And if she felt generous, he
would be allowed to an encore on the following Sunday morning.  On special
occasions (like a birthday, national holiday or when he received a bonus at
work) she even performed a hand job on him to get him up again.  The other
fuck would be a quick one on Wednesdays.  Just to take of the tension. 
Depending on her mood, it would be the straight up-and-down missionary
style fuck as usual or Robert would be allowed to finger and lick her pussy
until she came, after which she then would masturbate his cock until he
sprayed his seed all over his own stomach and chest.  No way she was going
to suck that cock herself and no way in hell she was going to let that
white stuff get into her mouth.  She had tried a three-and-a-half week
schedule after about one year of marriage, but Robert got too irritated and
she caught him masturbating in the shower once.  So, back to the
two-and-a-half it was.  Eight years ago Robert apparently had enough of
this rhythm and after trying a few times to convince her to do some new,
more 'adventurous' things, like oral sex performed by her or anal sex
performed by him or that thing he called a titty-fuck (all of which she
refused) he started fooling around with a more liberal (his words), slutty
(her words) female colleague and soon the divorce papers were drawn up. 
And so started her current period of having only dream induced orgasms.
   Satisfied that her blouse was all tidied up and that it did not show her
bra, she walked back onto the work floor.  "Cynthia, can you come into my
office for a moment?" she heard Mr.  Johnson call her.  Now there was a man
she would not mind dating.  Too bad he was married (and quite happily if
rumours were to believed).  Just over 6'10" he looked and behaved every
inch the gentleman.  His grey hair and neatly trimmed moustache fitted his
slightly overweight 50 year old, solar studio tanned body just fine, in her
opinion.  "I'll be right over, Mr.  Johnson" she responded.  While making a
detour to her desk, to reshuffle some paperwork that had gathered while she
had been making her round of supporting the office workers earlier that
day, she walked briskly to his office.  "What did you want to see me about,
Mr.  Johnson?" she asked as she entered his office.  Continuing to work on
his computer and not ogling her hourglass figure like the other male staff
he told her to wait a minute while he finished some documents.  "Do you
remember our interest in the DataSerf BDSM-5000 storage unit?" he then
asked.  Of course she did...  after all, she had recommended this storage
unit several months ago to the CIO and kept on informing about any
decisions regarding it.  The acronym was a bit weird and seemed like a
typical male-geek joke from the company that made this system.  But
apparently it stood for Big Disk Small Money and its specs (and price) were
good enough to follow up on the emails that she received from a co-worker
on this.  And Mr.  Johnson continued to inform her that the IT-leadership
decided that further investigation into this system was needed before any
purchase decision was made.  Due to the fact that DataSerf was a small
upstart company they could not loan out a system.  DataSerf responded
favourably to their request for on-site testing and allowed for one Senior
IT-engineer to be flown in and to be taken care off while the system was
tested.  Given her initial interest and commitment to the system, who
better to send than her to visit them and perform the onsite testing?  Her
plane would leave on Saturday evening, giving her Saturday itself to pack
and prepare.  She would be picked up by George Dammer, the CEO himself. 
The name Dammer seemed familiar, Cynthia dated a boy Fred Dammer once when
she was sixteen, but that stopped when he tried to touch her tits!  Even in
her own house, with her parents in the other room...  But thoughts of this
event quickly evaporated as Mr.  Johnson continued.  As the DataSerf
company was located near her grandparents, it would be no problem (in fact
even expected) if she extended her two-three testing period with some
additional private time (no vacation days deducted and salary being paid as
usual).  This to compensate for the inconvenience all of this must cause
her.  As Cynthia left Mr.  Johnson's office glowing with pride and
anticipation about the next five or six weeks, she realized that the
remainder of this week was going to be complete hell...  AND this word
processor roll out AND performing the handover of her current activities to
her subordinates...  But she was sure she was going to manage in the usual
confident professional way she always managed everything.
   And indeed she did.  Friday evening (well...  10 PM actually) found her
exhausted (a lot of work) and pissed off (why did she have to explain
everything two or three times to people before they finally got it?!) but
still satisfied because all of the work related issues had been resolved or
would be taken care of by other people next week.  As Cynthia went home,
she was in fact so elated that she almost did not mind the big negro night
guard checking her out as left the building.  The man was way over 60 but
still leering at her as if he was a 20-something stud and she one of his
moneymaking crack addicted street hoes....  Filthy old bugger, she thought
as she walked down the stairs onto the street and felt his eyes burning on
her ass.
   On Saturday Cynthia smoothly made all the necessary private
arrangements, making some payments in advance and those sort of things. 
She decided that the visit to her family would be a surprise one.  She did
not know how long the testing at DataSerf would last exactly, so no need to
inform her grandparents.  Those sweet folks would only get nervous if she
did not show up on time.  The only thing that went not so smooth was the
visit to the drug store.  As she was in a hurry to get everything done on
time (after all, the plane would not wait for her), she did not pay as much
attention to getting dressed as usual.  By mistake she put on a tight white
blouse over her lace black bra that she usually wore during the weekend. 
Even while she wore a rather demure pair of jeans, she still felt every
pair of male eyes aimed at her (or rather at her tits that were cupped by
the black bra which showed itself through the white blouse).  As if they
never had seen a woman before!  Most men looked away if she stared back at
them, but others took up the challenge and even looked her completely up
and down.  The smiles of approval were not experienced in that way by
Cynthia.  How did they dare??  Looking at her and almost undressing her
with their eyes!  The worst was the grocery boy.  The little bastard made
sure that her packed groceries were as the far end of her reach as he
placed them on the counter.  Now she had to bent over the counter and
stretch out all the way to grab her bag.  This way he was able to look down
her blouse and down into her cleavage!  If she was not so pressed for time,
she would have reported him to his boss!!  The lecherous teen could learn a
lesson.  Of course, behind her back, most of the male customers got a good
look of her ass as she was stretched out over the counter.  She could even
hear one of them whisper 'Perfection!', but as she turned around no one
claimed to be the owner of that remark.  It probably had been one of the
two 20-something university students (recognizable by their jackets).  Both
now sported (in Cynthia's eyes) obscene bulged in their crotches.  And
these guys were suppose to become the cultural and erudite elite of this
country, not some 'ready-to-fuck-it-and-maybe-even-twice' type of guys
whenever they saw a well formed female ass...  This country was going to
the boondocks!  Angry she stomped away out of the store.  Only as home she
came to rest and finished her packing.  Going to the airport was uneventful
and even boarding went smooth.  Travelling First Class had certainly its
advantages.  Even the purser behaved well and his questions about her well
being seemed genuine and not some excuse to look over the one female
passenger, between all the male business men, once more.  Finally she
allowed herself to relax and drift of into a dreamless sleep.
   Chapter 2
   Unbeknownst to Cynthia, at the other side of the country, preparations
had been made to welcome her.  But not in the way she would expect.  The
company DataSerf was just a front end for one of the larger syntactical
drug syndicates.  The man at the top was F.G.  Dammer.  Indeed the same
George Dammer that was going to pick up Cynthia from the airport.  Frederic
George Dammer (Fred for his friends) had climbed the criminal ladder with
great ease and much success during the last thirty years.  Starting out
with simple shoplifting, he moved shortly into robbery.  But after almost
getting shot once, he moved into prostitution at the tender age of
seventeen.  He was surprised at the ease of which most of the local girls
(and even some of their mothers) fell for his charms.  Once he had one of
his accomplices take some detailed pictures of the women getting fucked by
him, it was only all to easy to blackmail them.  After the money dried up,
he was happy to provide the girls other 'means' of payment.  The ease in
which the girls spread their legs for other men to keep their secret safe
was astonishing.  Once they got over their initial reluctance (for sure
helped by the fact that he came along on their first job to smooth out any
problems) they all fucked their customer like it was Fred himself.  So,
when Fred reached twenty he had a well filled stable of part time hookers
ranging in age from just below fourteen (one girl brought in her thirteen
year old sister to pay a part of her never ending debt) to well over forty
(even some bored housewives that volunteered themselves for some fun on the
side when hubby was away for business).  His only failure had been Cynthia
Hauser.  It was his third 'girlfriend' and even while his buddies warned
him that she was a little Miss Prim & Proper, he was determined to try it
anyway.  Getting acquainted was no problem.  As he was one year her senior
and Cynthia seemed to favor more mature men an introduction through a
mutual girlfriend (Louise, the second girl in his stable) was made.  After
much coercing from both Louise and himself Cynthia finally agreed to a
night out in the town.  At which moment Louise heaved a sigh of relief out
of her 36D sized bosom, because if she had failed to get this date
organized, the pictures from Louise being fucked in her tight pussy and
even tighter ass by Fred and Jack, the 25 year old gardener of Louise's
family, would have been delivered to the Daily Standard newspaper.  And
with Louise's dad being the major and all it would have become pretty messy
for her.  Probably even messier then her pussy after Fred and Jack each had
dumped two load of cum inside her.  And while she made have wiggled her
plumb ass out of the first series of pictures as some sort of rape (even
while the look on her face was telling that she has enjoyed each and every
combined thrust of the white and black cocks in her ass and cunt), the
second series, with her fingering her sperm soaked cunt, rubbing her big
boobs, pinching her sensitive nipples and licking her fingers clean
afterwards, would have been impossible to explain as something that she had
been forced to do.  So, on Saturday Fred picked up Cynthia at her parents
house.  The movie was uneventful, but the dancing afterward had given him a
good overview of her still girlish charms.  Too bad that she was not really
responding to his 'accidental' touches of her ass and tits.  But when she
invited him to walk her back home, he took that as the standard invitation
for some physical fun that it was in those days.  If a girl did not want to
put out, after a date, she would just thank you for the nice evening and go
home by herself.  Simple and clear.  Fred was a bit surprised when
Cynthia's parents opened the door and let them in.  But once they moved to
the room at the back of the house and the parents stayed at the other room,
he gathered that Cynthia did not want to go too far this first time.  No
problem for him.  For a first date, some french kissing and fondling her
tits would be fine.  If he got her to rub his erect cock through his pants,
or even unzip it and take it out for a moment, that would be already more
then expected.  And if not, for sure the second date would find them even
more hot for each other.  Sitting next to each other on the sofa, he moved
a bit sideways so their thighs touched.  The hemline of her dress was still
over her knees, but during one of the wilder dances earlier that evening it
had raised far enough to reveal some pretty shapely legs.  And now, as she
shuffled away from him and broke the physical contact, the supple dress
dropped between her legs and provided him with a outline of her teenage
thighs.  Mmm...  those legs would look good for sure when wrapped around
his hips as he drove his 8 inch cock again and again in her pussy
eventually.  Thinking about his made Fred already horny and as his cock
hardened visibly beneath his trousers as it hung down on the inside of his
right leg, he moved closer again to Cynthia.  Fred arm now rested on the
back of the sofa behind Cynthia's shoulders.  She had her head aimed down
and was looking with a mixture of surprise and horror at the crotch of her
date.  He seemed such a nice mature boy, but he was just like the rest of
them...  Trying to force him upon her and already getting aroused thinking
about it!  When Fred touched her shoulder she woke from her reverie and
turned her head towards him.  Fred took this as acceptance and while the
hand on the shoulder pulled Cynthia closer to him, his other hand now moved
upwards and squeezed her left tit.  But before he could get a real feel for
the nylon and silk covered smooth teenage boob his hand got slapped away
and Cynthia jumped up from the sofa.  "Just what do you think you are
doing, Freddy Dammer?" she yelled at him and she stormed out of the room to
her parents.  His initial surprise was quickly replaced by anger as nobody
called him Freddy anymore since he kicked the crap out of Bill Woner last
fall and who was two years his senior.  But now this stuck up bitch did! 
She was going to pay for this.  And then, to make matters worse, Cynthia's
parents came into the room and gave him a stern lecture about the ways a
young man like himself should behave.  Then Fred's anger turned to rage,
but he managed to keep it inside.  This was something he was not going to
forget!  Ever!!  The snotty teen cunt had him ran through her hoops all
fucking evening and when he tried to cop a feel as a small reward for
restricting himself to being Mr.  Nice Guy before in public, she brushed
him off and ran to her parents!!  No girl treated him like that!  As Fred
left Cynthia's house he kept his rage under control.  If Cynthia's behavior
was anything to go by, her dad would most likely report him to the police
if he caused any trouble.  Fred had no need for the police getting
interested in him.  Especially since his blackmailing/prostitute business
was taking off.  Cynthia would be taken care of some other time.  And while
Fred expanded his illegal empire, he always kept track of his one failure:
Cynthia.  When his blackmailed went sour (due to the rise of internet,
everybody expected to see some pictures of his wife/girlfriend fucking
another guy sometime) he had to device other ways of keeping his stable
under control.  Luckily one of his henchmen was a skillful bio-chemist and
very much into designer drugs (and young teenage pussy, which Fred was
happy to provide as long as Fred got provided with the drugs he needed...).
Over the years as their photo blackmail income declined, their income (or
better, the dependency from his hookers) from his drugs increased.  With no
foreign imports needed and a limited number of plenty available raw
materials needed for his drug he stayed well below the radar of any
government agency.
   Their drug, aptly named ZomGra or Z for short, worked twofold: When
injected, it caused a massive feeling of euphoria (basically like any other
narcotic).  Then for a several hours (initially) to 1-2 days maximum (when
someone was truly hooked) the addict could function normally.  But once the
withdrawal kicked in, the addict slowly developed an unavoidable ever
growing insatiable appetite for sex.  This could only be temporary 'cured'
by getting an orgasm, but after 30 minutes or so, the need for sex
reoccurred.  This would then continue until the next shot of Z or until the
addict died of exhaustion.  Basically a win-win situation for the
syndicate: if the addict played the hooker and got fucked by the usual
customers, she'd get her shot every 1 or 2 days.  If she did refused to
fuck, she'd slowly become a sex-crazed orgasm-needing ready-to-be-fucked
plaything that would do anything to get anybody to give her an orgasm (and
the syndicate had customers for those kind of women too).  And if an addict
escaped, it acted as some kind of self-destruct mechanism.  No one survives
an endless need for orgasm for ever.
   As Fred's syndicate fine tuned Z (also sold in limited supply at
ridiculous high prices to carefully selected individuals) his private plans
regarding Cynthia developed as well.  Given her career in IT, is was only
too easy to set up the fake startup company DataSerf and have one of his
private customers (who bought Z to use on his wife) working at the same
company as Cynthia send her those 'interesting' emails about the BDSM-5000.
When the company called for further information, Fred's own IT-guys knew
just enough techno-babble to bullshit the managers into agreeing to send
their own engineer.  Of course, Fred knew it was going to be Cynthia.  She
had the skills and had informed management about this possible
multi-million dollar cost saving.  But like everyone knows: if it sounds
too good to be true, it usually is!  And Cynthia was going to find out the
tough way!  Of course there was no BDSM-5000, but there was a nice
soundproof room equipped with a plethora of bdsm-gear and Cynthia would be
introduced to any and each of that while she would become a totally,
completely and irreversibly sex-addicted slut to Z!  Yes, Frederic George
Dammer was fully prepared to meet (soon to be ex-)Miss Prim & Proper
Cynthia Hauser.
   Chapter 3
   Cynthia started to look for her suitcase, but then she saw the
bodyguard/driver waiting for her.  The sign showing "Cynthia Hauser" was
clearly visible and when introducing herself to the man who was way to
muscular to be just a chauffeur, he told her, as he took her luggage tag,
that her luggage would be taken care of.  Showing her the way to the limo,
she only caught him looking once at her legs and ass, but that might have
been a quick overall assessment of her capabilities.  At least he was more
professional about it then the several businessmen who had tried to strike
up a conversation once they had left the plane.  In the plane she had slept
most of the time, but as she had walked the corridors towards the exit, it
seemed as if most of other the First Class passengers had woken up with a
serious case of morning lust!  It has started with some small Italian type
of guy.  He even had the audacity of touching, no almost grabbing, her
elbow as he offered to be of assistance.  As she briskly declined his offer
and firmly brushed him away his hand, she thought about the reward he'd
expected...  soon his help and conversation would have led to offering a
drink, then a small dinner and before you'd knew it, she would be expected
to be on her back, spreading her legs and taking his Italian sausage inside
her!  No...  she was not going to have any of that!  Men only thought of
one thing!  And while she was musing on the Italians filthy plans with her,
she bumped into the back of a big Scandinavian guy.  Now where did he came
from to block her path?  As he turned around Cynthia looked sternly at him.
Even as the man stuttered an apology she still was irritated by the way his
eyes gave her the once over and just kept aimed a bit too long at her hips
and tits.  Obviously he must have like what he expected to be under her
functional two piece business suit.  When traveling back up towards her
face his eyes lit up and his stutter transferred into to a warm masculine
tenor that smoothly extended the apology into something akin the Italian
had offered!  Cynthia cut him short with a sharp remark that she had other
business to attend to and that she thought with body parts NOT positioned
between her legs!  As the big man stared at her dumbfounded as she trotted
towards the exit, he made sure to remember and tell the messes up
assumptions, that this woman had just displayed, to his boyfriend.  But by
then Cynthia had reached the driver and even though his once over was just
bearable it was still misplaced in her opinion.  When she got the chance
she was going to report his behavior to Mr.  Dammer as soon as an opportune
moment occurred.  She was certain that Mr.  Dammer would take appropriate
action, but no need to take any risk and possibly aggravate him before all
tests were done.  After all, she needed this BDSM-5000 to be acquired by
her firm.  If the system did not live up to its promises and her
expectations, her career withing the company was finished.  For sure she
would become the laughing stock of the management team and probably even
demoted to the staff-level functionality again.  Back into a shared office,
having to endure the innuendos, double entendres and outright flirtation
attempts, that always had been a constant horror for her during the earlier
years of her career, again.
   With a professional detachment equal to his previous assessment the
driver now opened the door from the limo and as Cynthia let herself slide
inside on the leather backseat, he softly closed the door and waited. 
Across the compartment another man was seated and introduced himself as
George Dammer, while handing over his business card.  As Cynthia
reciprocated and shook his hand she failed to recognize her former suitor.
But then again, how could she?  Over 25 years had passed, and just like
her, Frederic (or George for the moment) had matured very well.  Even
reclined in the luxurious backseat of the car his 6'10" was impressive. 
During puberty Fred already had grown more than the average male teen. 
Because of his enhanced testosterone production (due to active libido
needed to expand his group of blackmailed women) he already shot to just
under 6'4" before his 20th birthday.  As few years later, his team of
bio-chemists discovered, while working on the perfection of Z, how to
create an artificial (for lack of better name) 'second puberty'.  Six
months of this food supplement and any person would experience the primary
physical effects of puberty again.  For men it meant another growth spurt
(both in length and width) of his bones, another increase in cock size and
balls size (including increased recuperation and production of semen) and
another (although small) increase in muscle mass.  And the good thing was,
the muscle did not deteriorate if was not exercised.  For women the effects
were about the same: bigger tits, rounder ass, wider hips and also some
growth in height.  The effect on muscle mass were negligible.  The only
(depending on your point of view) disadvantage was an increased fertility.
Instead of the usual 4-5 fertile days of the average 28 days female cycle,
it was cranked up to somewhere between 15 and 20.  Mainly due this aspect
the demand from women themselves was not that big...  especially since any
other chemical contraception failed to work after the 'second puberty'
drug. So basically it meant that if a woman (who had taken her 6 months of
SP-drug) was not menstruating, there was a good chance she was fertile and
ready to impregnated.  But then again...  Fred found some good use for the
drug if his male clients wanted to knock up their wives, mistresses or one
of Fred's hookers.  Whatever his bio-chemist team came up with, Fred knew
to make money from it!
   And now Fred was sitting right across the object of attention of the
last 20-something years!  And the stuck up cunt had no fucking clue what
was about to happen.  Cynthia and the company she worked for had bought
their sting operation hook, line and sinker...  And even if she had
recognized him and made a futile attempt of dashing out of the car, the
driver would have just as easily slammed Ms.  Goody Two Shoes back into the
seat.  As Fred (or George as his business card read) and Cynthia exchanged
the usual pleasantries, Fred ticked on the window and only now the driver
went away to pickup the luggage.  Soon the car was set into motion and
while Fred talked about the surrounding and the local highlights, he poured
some champagne to toast with Cynthia on a successful cooperation.  Cynthia
was getting more and more at ease with this man.  Kind, gentle, informing
her about the route they followed and all the time keeping an eye on her if
she might need anything but without being pushy or intrusive.  Even as she
had pushed down the hem of her skirt to just above her knees right after
she had sat down in the somewhat reclining seats, he had made no attempt to
look at her legs.  Only a positive comment about her choice travel clothes
and that the dress code at his firm was a bit less formal.  But he assured
her that she would not feel uncomfortable or overdressed if she decided to
wear clothes comparable to her current attire.  George made her feel so
relaxed (or maybe it was the champagne as well a bit) that she acknowledged
his request to switch to first names with pleasure.  And as he poured her
another glass of bubbly they entered the driveway to the DataSerf
facilities, somewhere in the middle of a large piece of non-descriptive
woodlands.  "Look, there to the left is the view on that mountain ridge I
told you earlier about," George informed her.  As she looked away from him
out of the window, something else entered her glass together with the
alcoholic liquid.  Of course, Fred could have spiked all of the champagne
earlier and taken an antidote himself before he picked up his victim, but
if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that drugs were never 100%
foolproof.  So why take the risk?  Besides, chatting up the unsuspecting
woman across him had been exactly the kind of fun he had predicted it to
be. "Oh George, that is sooo pretty!" Cynthia cooed.  "Can you stop the car
for a moment?  I want to enjoy it a bit longer..." George/Fred pressed a
button and the driver braked and backed up the car a bit.  With a press on
another button the glass roof of the car opened up and they were able to
stand up and enjoy the view unobstructed by glass or metal.  Fred handed
Cynthia her glass and another toast was made.  Cynthia sipped through half
of it, still enjoying the view and taking in both the scenery and deep
breaths of fresh woodland air.  George was standing next to her, gentleman
like guiding her by her elbow to point out some particularly interesting
points.  Thank God that he was not one of those usual men that would have
had more attention for her 'interesting points'...  An average man would
for sure have made a comparison between the hills in the distance and her
two boobs, between the curve of that slope and the curve of her buttocks,
or between the color of that distant lake and the color of her eyes.  But
not George.  As she realized how nice it was when a fine and well educated
man truly took care of a women without making any rude remarks or expecting
any sexual favors in return, she felt a wave of fatigue rush through her
body.  George steadied the grip around her arm a bit and informed she she
felt alright.  "Maybe this fresh mountain air," Cynthia answered and
continued somewhat stuttering, "Maybe I am not use-e-ed to i-i-it!" "Please
sit down, Cynthia, and we'll close the roof and turn on the air conditioner
again," Fred suggested her.  As the knockout pill that he slipped into the
champagne began to do its work, he pulled Cynthia back onto her seat.  The
last thought that went through her fogged up mind was that George seemed to
be taking some liberties went he pulled her down and guided her down to the
seats...  his hand had been sliding with too much liberty from her arms
over her sides to her hips...  M-u-s-t...  t-e-l-l-l...  h-i-i-m-m-m... 
l-a-a-a-a-t-e-e-r, she tried hold on her grip to reality, but irrevocable
she slumped further and further into the welcoming black unconsciousness
until it totally engulfed her.
   Fred, the performer of this last unwelcome action, was already taking it
to the next level.  Working on the buttons of her skirt, he quickly removed
it.  The one part of his plan that he had been unable to test, was to check
if this woman was really physically frigid.  If that was the case, no
amount a drug Z or the SP-drug could be of any use.  Once the driver saw
Cynthia slump back inside, he closed the roof and continued the drive to
the facilities.  Yes, the boss was going to have quit some fun with this
one...  and maybe he and the other guys would get some action too
eventually.
   Once the skirt was gone, Fred groaned in frustration.  Cynthia was
wearing pantyhose!  A fucking pantyhose for crying out loud!!  These days
every women simply wore stockings...  and if you wanted go stylish (or
sluttish) you'd use the appropriate garter-belt and some garters to keep
them up.  Sliding one hand under Cynthia's firm skirt-less ass, he lifted
her up like a rag doll.  Even knocked out she looked hot, despite the stuck
up bitch she still was.  As her head hung down, her mouth was opened a
little and making a quick check he noticed her slow breathing caused a
slight snoring sound.  Good!  The drug should normally work for 10-12
hours, but she had not drank all of the bubbly.  Fred's other hand slid
under the blouse and moved up her slim belly until he found the elastic
band of the pantyhose.  Grabbing it just under her bellybutton he yanked it
all the way down to her knees.  Now he only had to remove the panty from
his unconscious victim.  Shoving the blouse and jacket up to her midriff,
Fred created enough room on her torso to see the top of her plain full-size
white cotton panty.  But even as it was only plain cotton, it still hugged
the curves of her ass just as perfect as the rays of the sun had those
danced over the curves of those hills just a few minutes ago.  Too bad
Cynthia was not awake right now to experience this (for her) humiliating
and (for him) interesting starting moment of their renewed relation. 
Enough reminiscing, Fred thought and he pulled down the panty so far that
it joined the pantyhose below her knees.  With still a 30 minute drive to
go he had plenty of time to make his test, but he wanted to be sure and
have it done before the reached their final destination.  Mmmm, his huffy,
thin-skinned bitch seemed to have some vanity after all.  When the panty
went south, its whiteness was replaced by continuous light bronzed skin and
a neatly trimmed patch of brown pubic hair on top of her gentle curved
vulva.  With her legs still closed the landing strip of hairs appeared to
run down to her lips as well.  Cynthia's monthly trip to the solar studio
had made sure that no tanning lines marked her body.  Too bad that no one
had been able to enjoy until now.  Fred rubbed his hand slowly on the top
of Cynthia's vulva.  A small but audible moan escaped from between her
lips. As Fred increased the pressure and kept on rubbing, her moans grew
stronger and her breath became more panting.  So far, so good, thought
Fred. At least already a reasonable physical response as expected from any
normal woman.  After a few more rubs, each ending just that closer to the
slit between Cynthia's legs, she tried to open her legs.  With the
pantyhose and panty still just beneath her knees, that failed and Fred
quickly pushed both the panty and pantyhose all the way to her ankles. 
Sliding both hands upwards over the inside of her now totally naked legs,
Fred admired the firmness of her calves and thighs.  Once he is halfway up
her thighs, only a small push outward is sufficient.  Cynthia opens up her
legs, reacting only subconsciously and autonomously to the stimulus and
sensations she received.  Thirty thousand years of evolution had firmly
ingrained in every woman's DNA that, once you were laying on your back and
your legs were being pushed open, it always was a good idea to comply and
go along.  Even if it meant accepting something being stuck deep in the
center of your femininity.  Cynthia was no exception.  With her conscious
mind being knocked out, only her subconscious reacted the way it had been
trained for so many generations: she spread her legs and offered her pussy.
Fred noticed that the patch of short trimmed pubic hair indeed went all the
way to the fleshy lips of her cunt.  Already engorged with some blood as
her vulva and legs had been fondled, the pinkness and wetness shone through
the short dark hairs.  Pressing two fingers together, Fred placed the
fingertips at her moist entrance and slowly but surely pushed the two thick
fingers inside.  MM-Nggg, moaned Cynthia as he slid without much resistance
into her slick but tight cuntal passage.  Wiggling his fingers to create
some room, Fred realized that physically Cynthia had no problems at all...
her body simply reacted as it should, she lubricated well, her cunt
loosened up when penetrated and she moaned to further encourage the
intruder.  Her usual behavior was therefore artificial and unnatural.  The
wiggling of his fingers caused Cynthia to slowly move her hips as well. 
Her body felt the 'problem' that the intruder had in advancing, so it had
started to help with movements of its own.  Adding more female lubricants
and loosing of her vagina, her body made sure that Fred's fingers were able
to go as deep as they wanted.  Not that he needed to go much deeper.  Once
his fingers were in all the way, he quickly found the small rubbery spot he
had been searching for.  While some theoretical scientists still denied the
existence and/or use of the G-spot, his waste personal experience with
women of all ages had learned him that if a woman could achieve an orgasm
through her G-spot, she was definitely not frigid.  Cynthia was now
starting the final phase of her test.  If she failed that, she would not be
of any further use as none of Fred's drugs could turn her into even
something slightly useful like one of his prostitutes.  A unfortunate
accident where the car drove of a treacherous mountain road, with
miraculously both the driver and Fred Dammer surviving, would left her body
quite dead and quite easy to recognize for the coroner.  If she has been
awake, Cynthia would have most likely scorned her antagonist for putting
her through this ordeal, and at the same time have cramped up at the
prospect of failing and being disposed of.  But being drugged, her body
only reacted autonomous and autonomous.  Fred's gentle probing of her
G-spot, or inner clit as he usually referred to it, caused the Cynthia to
rock back and forth her wide open crotch in a lewd rhythm.  As he rubbed
the sensitive area, the sensations caused her hips and ass to push her cunt
upwards, in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure.  But as he stopped his
rubbing for a moment, her cunt clamped down on his fingers and Cynthia
lowered her hips in a just as vain attempt to regain the pressure she like
after all.  Up and down her pelvic area went, like a jumping jack when
pulled on its rope.  Totally controlled by the two fingertips from Fred,
her breathing grew more and more erratic as the stimulation brought her
closer to her first orgasm induced by another person (and without her
explicit or implicit consent).  Just before she was about the explode, Fred
stopped the rubbing of her inner clit.  Aimless her hips bucked up and down
a few more times, but without any direct stimulation of her clit or G-spot,
she could not cum.  The two large fingers being stuffed in her vagina did
keep her aroused, but just by themselves they were not enough to push her
over the edge.  Even as her body clamped and released her cunt as strong as
it could around those fingers.  Once when Cynthia's body had accepted to
the lack of orgasm and it lay limp and lewdly spread out on the leather
seats, Fred restarted his manipulations.  Up his fingers went and up did
Cynthia go.  Just as her pelvis followed his fingers once he broke contact
with her inner clit.  Fred now knew that Cynthia's body at least reacted
like any female body would, and he was about to conclude the test.  These
next few weeks would be most interesting as he would work on her mind as
well.  Thinking about it, it was a win-win situation...  If Cynthia changed
her attitude and started to like male attention (and the occasional fuck
that resulted from such attention, if she played her cards the right way)
that would be fine.  In fact just as fine as when she kept on being
reluctant and active in trying to brush off previous attention...  the
Z-drug would make sure of it that, time and time again, she would have to
seek out male companions and bring back proof that they actually fucked her
before she would be granted another dose of Z.  Continuous seeking exactly
those attentions that she detested so much.  The other win for Fred.  So it
did not really matter which way it went, Cynthia would end up getting his
cock and plenty of others as well deep inside her pussy over and over! 
With that pleasant thought on his mind, drug/crime syndicate leader Fred
(and temporary DataSerf CEO George) expertly manipulated the G-spot of the
now ever stronger bucking and moaning Cynthia Hauser.  Finally she came
hard and locked his fingers deep in her pussy as her uninhibited primal
scream of her unconscious and unwanted orgasm ricocheted through the car.
When Cynthia's body finally relaxed, Fred pulled back his hand, dried it
somewhat wiping across on her belly and pulled back up her panty and
pantyhose.  It would ease transporting her to her room later on.  The skirt
stayed were it was.  She would not need those non-revealing business
clothes anymore for the coming period...  Yes, it sure would be some
interesting time, Fred thought as the car finally reached the mansion that
was the syndicate headquarters, build deep in the woods.
   Chapter 4
   Cynthia woke up groggily but with that truly glowing feeling of complete
physical satisfaction.  The one she so rarely experienced during her life,
and then only after a good workout in the gym, hot steam bath and perfect
massage...  Or the few times that ex-hubby really had performed the night
before...  But no..  that could not be...  she had drank some champagne
while enjoying the view of the mountains.  Then suddenly she had felt so
tired and the last thing she remembered was George gently guiding her back
into the backseat.  George Dammer had been so nice to her, even though he
had touched her ass a bit too easy when he helped her back into the car as
she blacked out.  For now she put it away as a mistake and as Cynthia shook
her head to clear up the last cobwebs, she decided to chastise him about
this in a stern but playful manner later this week.  But, what time it
anyway and how long had she been out?  As she got up and looked around for
a clock or so, she got the biggest scare of her life.  She noticed that her
classic, functional and matter-of-fact two piece business suit had
disappeared and that she was now dressed in something totally different! 
Cynthia could not believe the vulgar outfit she was wearing right now... 
it was some sort of bright red rubber kind of one piece bathing suit.  It
only covered her torso and even then....  the openings for her legs and
arms has been very generously cut away and she could feel a large part of
her ass being exposed to the fresh air in the room.  Around her shoulders
the suit was cut out far enough to let her see the onset of her B-cup tits.
She tried to pluck and remove the suit, not even sure why, because there
were no other garments present.  Now she noticed a series of zippers placed
on strategic locations on the suit.  One around the base each boob, one
right above her vulva and feeling at her back, she discovered two there as
well.  Each zipper was locked with a tiny but unbreakable (as she found out
during her futile attempts in opening them) locks.  Even the material
itself did not stretch enough to remove it or tear when pulled on.  The
whole suit provided enough freedom for her to breathe in, but that was
about it.
   Gone were also the brown pumps she had been wearing during the trip. 
They had been a last minute change, because she remembered they were very
comfortable to walk in.  The disadvantage was that her feet were being on
display in the small elegant shoes.  And indeed she had noticed several men
looking at her legs and feet as she walked down the departure hall of the
airport when she started her trip.  She was sure they imagined that they
could remove those shoes, remove the rest of her clothes and then spread
her legs wide open as each of them imagined to ram their cock up her
brutally spread open vagina...  But that was not going to happen...  they
had to satisfy their lustful appetite in another way!  She was not going to
be the toy for some horny man!
   Instead of the modest brown pumps, Cynthia's feet were now clad in some
combination of a sandal and a boot...  the bottom was made out of straps
and open like a sandal, but from her ankle her calf was totally wrapped up
in the same tight fitting material as her torso.  This ended just below her
knee.  But the most shocking and obscene about these worked-open boots were
the heels!  They must have been almost 3" and ending in a needlepoint
tip... She never walked on heels that big or that small...  She would
simply look like a cheap street hooker if she tried to walk on something
like that...  swinging her ass left and right to keep her balance... 
awful!!
   A shiver ran down her spine...  maybe from the low temperature, or was
it because of the situation she was in right now?  Or was it the ease with
which she had fallen for the stage play that George had set up for her? 
Cynthia realized that the whole situation was one big lie...  there was no
BDSM-5000 system, there was no DataSerf company and there probably was also
no George Dammer as well...  so who was this man anyway??  Why this
elaborate setup to bring her here?  And what going to happen to her now?
   So many questions, so few answers...
   The room itself was nothing special...  light grey wall, slightly darker
grey tiles on the floor and some indirect lighting coming from the edges of
the white ceiling.  Only one door, right across her bed.
   Cynthia got of the bed and tried to open the door.  No luck.  Not that
she really expected it, but it was worth the try anyway.  And as expected
she had to stick her tits out to the front and push her ass backward AND
sway it left and right to keep her balance as she walked on the high heeled
shoes to the door.  This was disgusting!
   "Please get back on the bed.  Your training will begin soon!" The voice
came somewhere from the ceiling, but as she startled and almost lost her
balance, it faded away before she could pinpoint its exact location. 
Training?!  Anger swept through her.  Just what the heck did they think
they were going to do to her?  Defiantly Cynthia stayed close to the door,
ready to confront whoever was going to enter with her rage about this
situation.
   In front of the wall with camera screens, Fred kicked back on his chair
and let his eyes wander across the 20-something screens in front of him. 
Each of them showed a different view of the examination/training room where
Cynthia was kept.  This way, he could look at whatever happened in that
room from each and every angel.  There was something special about
observing people when they knew they were being watched, but not from where
and by whom...  It always made them uncomfortable.  For the moment he
accepted Cynthia's refusal to get back on the bed.  Fred had not expected
anything different.  After he had fingered her G-spot in the car while she
was knocked out and while she had only responded subconsciously to his
attentions until she came, he had personally carried her to the room.  His
henchmen had not offered to do this for him, because they knew about the
deep personal interest of the boss for this new addition to the stable of
well trained and always compliant hookers of the syndicate.  Oh yes,
thought Fred.  Cynthia was going to become simply one of those.  Even as he
saw her standing there, reluctantly balancing on the bright red high heeled
sandals and with her feminine curvy body perfectly accentuated by the just
as red bodysuit, his cock already hardened.  The way she stuck out her tits
to the front and that ass out backwards, was just great!  Especially since
she disliked doing it.  The anger and frustration was so easy to recognize
on her face.
   Fred leaned forward, hit the microphone button again and spoke: "Get
back on the bed NOW!  Comply or get punished!" Again Cynthia startled from
the sudden noise, and again she made no move in the direction of the bed.
   Cynthia heard the second command, but she simply could not imagine what
more could be done to her to punish her!  She had been kidnapped, drugged,
undressed and redressed in some two-bit sleazy hooker kind of outfit.  She
still did not know if she felt scared or outraged by all of this.
   Fred pressed another button and in the wall a small panel disappeared
behind Cynthia.  The barrel of a blowgun was aimed at Cynthia's exposed ass
and with a small puff a syringe filled with Cynthia's first shot of ZomGra
was fired.  When the needle pierced her skin and lodged itself in her left
ass cheek, the payload was released.  The sudden pain made Cynthia jump and
look around, but when she saw the needle and connected syringe sticking in
her ass, the drug already began its devastating effect.  Cynthia's brain
exploded in a cacophony of bright colors and happy sounds.  Lazily she
slumped to the floor, enjoying the euphoric feeling that raced through her
body.  Damn!  She felt horny!  With both hands she tried to rub her pussy
through the thick latex crotch of the jumpsuit.  Even while it did little
to remove her sexual excitement, it still made her feel good just doing
something.  Deeper and deeper she was drawn in the vortex of intense colors
that flashed in front of her eyes when the full force of her first load of
Z was taking its full effect.  Cynthia never drank alcohol and only seldom
used coffee or other stimulants, so her body had little to no resistance to
the addictive effects of the drug.  After a few minutes Cynthia stopped
with rubbing her crotch and now she was simply enjoying the effects of Z.
It felt so good to just sit on the floor and let the sensations course
through her body.  She could still rub her crotch or even rub her nipples
through the red bodysuit she was wearing.  But why bother as she already
felt so fine??  She even had no problem when Fred/George Dammer entered the
room and her previous angry feelings towards him had evaporated.
   Like a rag doll she let herself being lifted up as he grabbed her under
her shoulders.  Clasping his hands together under her tits Fred hoisted her
up.  "Oooh, George, you naughty man," Cynthia cooed, "You are not trying to
cop a feel of my tits, are you?  But it does feel nice, your strong arms
pressing my tits so strong against my chest..." As she kept on babbling
Fred manhandled her onto the bed again.  No real effort needed, because of
his SP enhanced body.  Taking out two belts, both of Cynthia's arms were
now strapped to the bed.  Even as she was still able to move her head,
torso and legs, she was secured to the bed now.  With her reluctant and
uncooperative behavior totally out of the way due to the drug induced high
that Cynthia was riding, she made no effort of freeing herself or
complaining.  Again the many eons of evolution that had ingrained the best
behavior into her genes kicked in.  If you were tied up, as a woman it
usually payed off to relax and accept what is going to happen to you.  Fred
definitely like the change in her attitude.  Instead of the headstrong,
ball busting bitch she used to be, she now behaved like any of his other
well trained sluts!  Of course, those always behaved like this, with or
without being drugged.  But that day would come for Cynthia for sure as
well!  He moved away a few strands of hair and looked into her eyes.  Her
pupils were still completely dilated, so the effects of the drug would last
for a while.  Cynthia smiled at his handsome face as it hovered so close
above her.  She could see his square chin and strong mouth.  His eyes
looked so deep.  And away she drifted again down into the colorful vortex
that spun in her brain.
   Fred decided to do nothing during Cynthia's first hit of Z.  After all,
she would not remember anything of it anyway.  It would be much more fun to
see her develop the craving for her second hit.  In the beginning of the
addiction, this would not take very long.  Her body, now relaxed due to the
sensory overload, would break down the drug fairly quick.  But the first of
the irreversible changes to her brain already had been made.  This was no
simple nicotine problem that could be cured with some chewing tablets. 
Once the effect of Z wore off, Cynthia would have 2 maybe 3 hours before
she needed the next shot.  These periods would gradually extend into
periods of 7 to 10 days maximum.  This allowed the prostitutes from the
syndicate to extend their services to multiple days events, like
conferences, trade fairs or even small vacations with their customers.  All
without having to come back for another fix.  But eventually they would
have to come back.
   Fred left the room and went back to the upper levels of the mansion.  He
still had to contact the Koreans about their latest proposal.  It seemed
they did not like the way he had been treating their last string of female
spies (oh no, cultural attaches and exchange students of course...).  The
individual ones he 'recruited' from their embassy they did not complain
about.  They simply sent another one in her place to take over her
'cultural' activities.  However, when Fred's people converted the 2nd
league junior girl volleyball team (and their female supervisors) into a
bunch cock-sucking, cunt-lapping sexually overactive teenagers, that's when
they noticed that the syndicate was serious about protecting its interests.
His men were sure that the bus that carried them around the country had not
'lost its way' by accidents.  Even the flat tire about 25 miles from the
central mansion was too obvious.  The adult supervisors had 'disappeared'
(caught by Fred's guys) as they had been 'looking for help' (trying to find
out more about the syndicate), and, the ones that were caught alive, were
finally converted into very eager and very athletic tight bodied hookers.
The team itself had run the crash course of getting addicted to Z.  All the
injections had been made straight into the nipples and clits of the
underage girls.  The excruciating pain had sped up the complete process by
several days and after two weeks the team (minus their supervisors) had
turned up at their embassy.  Of course, the real problems started once they
were back in Korea...  after a week without Z, they turned into the
sex-crazed fuck toys that simply kept on sucking every cock and licking
every cunt in sight, until they died from exhaustion.  If the reports were
right, one girl survived on her high protein diet for three weeks, by
simply sucking cock after cock from soldiers that had been called to duty.
But even those three weeks were not enough for the Koreans to find out what
caused this (let alone to find the impossible cure).  Ah well, he would
just suggest/tell them the same he had done with the Italian Mob, the
Russian gangsters and the other foreign gangs that interfered with his
operations.  Stop it or keep suffering the consequences.  That usually
worked :-)
   Once that had been taken care of, Fred turned his attention back to the
training room.  Cynthia had come around and was now enjoying the
aftereffects of the drug.  Still a bit dazed from the last of the
endorphins Cynthia was surprised to find herself on her back and strapped
to the bed.  The last thing she remembered from before the wonderful
feelings was the syringe being shot in her asscheek and George entering the
room...  and immediately her anger flared back into her....  how dared this
kidnapping bastard inject with some god-knows-what kind of fluid and take
away her control and free will!  She jerked to free herself from the bed,
but the straps were strong enough.  Cynthia lifted her head and she noticed
that she still wore this slutty red colored weird bathing suit.  She could
not see her abdomen and lower because of the way she was strapped down, but
the feeling of her torso being wrapped up from her boobs to her crotch by
the close fitting garment was obvious.  Suddenly another sensation made
itself known, next to her anger directed at the incorrect and illegal
behavior of George Dammer.  She had to pee!  The champagne she drank
earlier and her body trying to get rid of the remnants of ZomGra had caused
her bladder to fill to bursting point.  When she had been under the
influence of the drug, the feeling had only caused a minor but pleasant
sensation in lower belly.  But now the pressure and the pain over her
overfilled bladder made themselves very clearly known to her...  "Hey!  I
have to use the bathroom!" Cynthia yelled.  Even speaking this loud already
sent another flash of pain through her abdomen.  Fred watched his captive
wriggle in discomfort on the bed.  Leaning back in his chair, he waited. 
Cynthia was displeased with the lack of reaction.  She knew she was being
watched.  She knew they kept an eye on her.  They simply choose to ignore
her and her obvious discomfort!  These bastards...  probably they even
enjoyed seeing her struggle here.  She was right about that.  Fred felt a
pleasant sensation in his crotch as he watched Cynthia trying to free
herself.  She could only move her hips and legs.  But those she moved in a
very pleasant way!  As he thought about the events to come, his cock
stiffened further and unzipping his fly, he let his dick out.  On the
screen Cynthia had stopped moving.  She had decided not to give them the
pleasure of her discomfort anymore.  Not that this was easy...  The tight
fitting garment prevented her bladder from expanding too much outward, so
the fullness made itself even more and more painfully present then usual.
If she was not released soon, to be able to use a bathroom, she would have
to wet herself...  Cynthia shivered at this disgusting and humiliating
thought.  The last time peed her pants had been when she was a toddler.  It
had been a little accident...  too much lemonade to drink and and uncle
that had tickled her too long and too much...  Suddenly she lost control
and her knickers had gotten wet!  Even back then she had felt so ashamed
and humiliated!  But that had been more then 40 years ago.  And now it
seemed that she was forced to repeat this awful event!  The pain and
discomfort got stronger and stronger.  "Hey!  Anybody there?  I really have
to use the bathroom!  Please...?" The last word came out almost as a
whisper.  Cynthia was not used to ask for things that she took for granted.
Especially not from the scum that had her captured.  But the pain in her
bladder became so fierce and the thought of wetting herself was too much
for her.  And so she asked.
   Of course, Fred had no intention of releasing her.  But the whispered
question of the helpless, slender, green-grey eyed brunette did make his
cock jerk up and reach the SP-enhanced full 12" at once.  There was
something special when a woman realized the inevitability of her fate, but
still made that last attempt of changing it.
   And Cynthia did realize her fate...  As her plea also produced no
reaction, the pressure in her bladder got too much.  Her urethra cramped up
and then finally gave up its task of stopping the piss from leaking out. 
Gulp after gulp of the warm liquid squirted out of her pussy and it was so
much that some of it even squished out from the front of the suit.  She
felt so embarrassed, with the the bulk of the piss running down her pussy,
between her ass and from there out of the suit.  She felt the wet mattress
stick to her ass.  She almost cried with humiliation, the pressure has been
so much that even some of the golden-colored piss had worked its way up to
her belly.  Even when she peed her pants the last time, when her uncle
tickled her so much, this had not happened.  As the pressure in her bladder
reduced, the stream shrunk to a trickle and finally the last drops were
pressed out when she squeezed her urethra shut again.  Cynthia noticed,
that despite the wet feeling on the lower parts of her body, it did feel
good to not have this painful pressure anymore.  But the shame and
humiliation of having to wet herself overshadowed this and she was close to
crying.
   Fred decided it was time for another visit.  After all, the withdrawal
symptoms from Cynthia's first dose of ZomGra would be about to kick in.  It
now had been almost two hours ago since she ended her first trip and her
body should be about to make clear it demands that it wanted more of that!
   Chapter 5
   Cynthia was still lying on her back and feeling generally miserable
after her ordeal so far.  Unfortunately for her, it was about to get far
worse very soon.  Again she heard the door open.  This time George was
accompanied by two other men.  As if the humiliation of being strapped to
the bed after just having peed herself was not enough, she now had to
suffer the indignity of being exposed like this to several people! 
"Please, untie me from the bed," she pleaded as the three men approached.
Like George the other two where well build guys (thank to their treatment
with the SP-drug).  Dressed in the same type of designer business suits as
George, they acted quick and without hesitation to each of the commands
they got.  The first guy produced a ball-gag out of one of the drawers in
the wall and despite Cynthia rolling her head left and right to prevent it,
he gagged her without any problem.  Cynthia's jaws were stretched wide open
to accommodate the big massive plastic ball in her mouth.  Tears flooded
her eyes from pain and humiliation.  She was not even able to voice her
displeasure about her treatment.  The horrible men simple treated her like
an object!  As she pondered her new situation, the two guys now worked
together to release her and cuff her again to the bed.  This time her hands
where stretched far above her head before they were locked again.  And her
ass was now on the side of the bed and her legs hung down.  Her feet
dangled just a little above the ground.  She noticed that if she stretched
a bit more, she could place the high heels on the ground and take away some
of the tension from her legs.  The only problem was that she had to push
her vulva more upward, so she could rotate her legs over her ass to gain
those few centimeters.  As she saw the leering look on the faces of the
three men, Cynthia realized that this predicament was exactly the effect
they wanted to achieve...  In order to reduce the pain in her stretched
legs, she had to 'present' her crotch to their view.  And as the withdrawal
effect of ZomGra started to kick in, she did not even mind...  in fact if
would be good if one of those hunks would get so excited that he would take
care of the itch that had started deep in her cunt...  God, what was she
thinking!?  She was actually considering that one of these total strangers
should fuck her and make her cum!  Now where did that came from??  She
closed her eyes in shame..  She had to be stronger than this.  Confused by
the conflicting thoughts Cynthia moaned as she again lowered her legs to
reduce the tension.  A hand grabbed the red plastic suit in the region of
her cunt and with the sound of a zipper being unzipped, the part covering
her pussy was removed.  Shocked she raised her legs again to protect her
sex from the lecherous views.  When she opened her eyes, only George was
still there.  The other two men had disappeared again.  George had seen her
actions on the bed, raising and lowered her legs, withdrawing and
presenting her pussy with the cropped hair again and again.  He had toyed
with the idea of telling her now who he was in reality, but had decided
against it.  The effect of revealing his true identity would be much more
devastating when she was truly hooked on Z and the need to get orgasms if
her next fix took to long to be delivered.  First Cynthia would be
humiliated by him and a few of his men, and only when she thought her
self-esteem could not sink lower, he would reveal himself for who he was
and let her know his true plans with her!  As he thought about the future
of Cynthia Hauser, or, as he referred to her the last 25 years, Ms.  Prim &
Proper, his cock had gotten hard and was now pressing down the left leg of
his trousers.  Cynthia saw the obscene bulge hanging down when her captor
shed his clothes.  But at the same time she wanted that man to take care of
that slowly but surely growing itch inside her.  Ashamed and excited she
looked how he removed his jacket and shirt.  His enhanced physique,
accentuated by his muscled arms and the six-pack on his stomach, sent a
shiver of anticipation (confused another part of her mind questioned her if
she really wanted this guy to take her right here and now?).  Not that she
had anything to say in the matter.  Fred/George now removed the rest of his
clothes and Cynthia was presented by almost 7 feet of male perfection.  The
SP-drug had molded Fred's body to something usually only seen in
bodybuilder magazines.  But for now Cynthia was looking horrified with her
green eyes at the monstercock that raised itself to its full 12" as she
squirmed on the bed.  That was never going to fit...  it would be like her
first time, but then 10 times as worse...  But she needed it inside her, it
was the only was to stop the growing need for sexual release that became
more and more important.  The withdrawal symptoms made her yearn for that
cock, no...  any cock that wanted to bury itself between her legs, deep in
her smouldering pussy...  "F-nnng m-iiii," she moaned through her gag,
irritated and relieved at the same time that it did not came out as the
'Fuck me!!" that she wanted to shout.  But Fred understood quite well what
his victim wanted.  And if he wanted to keep her and continue her addiction
and training he had to give it to her soon, or else her brain would short
circuit itself (since his tied up fuckslut Cynthia had no means of
masturbating herself to an orgasm).  Spreading her legs, he moved between
them and placed his cock at her dripping cunt.  Just like before her
autonomous reactions had taken over.  No matter what mental reluctance
Cynthia still had, physically she was ready for him.  With one big firm
stroke, Fred sank the full length of his 12" cock all the way in her
practically virgin cunt.  He even thought that he actually teared though
some remnant of her hymen somewhere in the first part of his forceful
penetration.  Now that it mattered, because his the 3" inch thick head of
his cock overstretched every normal girl or woman anyway.
   The same happened to Cynthia as well...  She felt as if she was being
impaled as the cock bore itself deep into her cunt.  She could actually
feel the head push aside her vaginal tissue and practically tear it apart.
A high pitched scream rose from her mouth when she bucked her hips to repel
(or to accept the stick of meat even deeper inside her?), but was
effectively blocked by the gag, so only a soft moan signifying the mental
and physical pain, of being penetrated so quick and complete, escaped. 
Lucky for her, Fred's cock itself only measured 2" in diameter, so once the
thicker head had broken open and stretched the way through her severely
underused vagina, the tissue had some chance to recover and it almost
gently clamped down on the rigid shaft.  The head was now lodged inside her
uterus, way past the narrow cervix at the end of her vagina.  Fred did not
move once he bottomed out after the first thrust and felt Cynthia's body
adjust to the sudden invasion.  His cock had both satisfied and fueled her
itch at the same time.  Without any conscious thought, her cunt began to
massage the thick veined cock.  Even her small womb contracted around the
thick head.  Fred grabbed her hips and kept himself inside as Cynthia began
to buck her hips more and more in attempting to relief the pressure that
had been building up as the major withdrawal effect of the Z-drug.  Sweat
poured over her face and made her shoulder length brown har stick to her
face.  Her nostrils were wide open to provide all the oxygen she needed,
since the gag still blocked her mouth.  Only a few remnants of her previous
reluctance surfaced every now and then inside her brain.  For the rest she
was a completely autonomous acting fuck machine with countless years of
evolution taking over any borders she had imposed on herself from her teen
years.  But those remnant memories only made her feel more humiliated as
she was not able to stop the lewd and unladylike action she was performing
right now.
   From his end Fed was enjoying the wild and uncontrolled bucking of her
hips and squeezing of her cunt just fine.  He did not have to move his
cock, the bitch beneath him worked his cock just as good as any of his well
trained Z-addicted hookers.  Yes, she would make a fine addition to the
group, he thought.  He felt his balls contract and as they started to send
out that tingly sensation he felt before every orgasm, Fred pulled
Cynthia's hips even firmer towards him.  Her womb had now clamped down
completely on the head of his cock and the rippling of her cunt passage all
over the full length of his cock became too much to bear.  With small
grunts he started pumping out load after load of his sperm.  From deep
within his balls, through the piss tube it left his cock from his now super
sensitive glans.  The first shots even provided more slippery friction for
his cock.  His orgasm intensified and bigger loads of semen splattered
directly into Cynthia's womb.  Cynthia felt the fluid being passed through
the shaft and she even felt it squirt into her womb.  With a few more
uncontrolled squeezes she managed to get her own relief that she needed so
much.  And as Fred stopped shooting his sperm, Cynthia discovered for the
first time the sensations of an uncontrolled mind blowing orgasm!  Her cunt
now massaged the slick cock as she experienced wave after wave of orgasmic
bliss.  Nothing else was important but that thick cock deep in her
squeezing cunt!
   Of course, she was going to learn pretty soon that her next fix with Z
was just about as important.  But that would come later.  For now, Cynthia
relaxed as Fred pulled out his slowly deflating cock.  Her vagina reclaimed
her territory even more slower, but Cynthia felt an emptiness inside her
that was bigger then her stretched cunt.  Satisfied and satiated, but also
confused, angry and humiliated that she had just been given the best orgasm
in her life.  She almost did not notice the needle of the syringe as Fred
stuck it in her left thigh.  Looking up she saw the plunger being pushed
down and right before the same kind of colorful fireworks exploded in her
brain, she looked into the eyes of Fred as he spoke slowly and clearly: "I
hope it was as good for you as it was for me.  One more thing...  My name
is not George but Fred.  As in Fred Dammer, the date that you stood up
almost 30 years ago.  And I think it is time you correct that mistake!!"
   Chapter 6
   Cynthia woke up with a strange combination of feelings.  The hit of Z
had given her the second mind blowing (and mind altering) high of the day.
But through the slowly disappearing colorful vortex, that had disconnected
her from reality during the last half hour, the humiliating events, that
she experienced before George....  no, Fred had sent her again spinning
away, slowly flooded back into her mind.  She had been fucked like a cheap
street prostitute, simply laying there and let her cunt squeeze the cum out
of Fred's long and thick cock!  The most awful part had been that part of
her had liked it!  While the biggest parts of her felt violated and abused
by the treatment, another small parts had welcomed the treatment and
actually wanted it to prolong and intensify.  And that even scared her
more....  She, who always rebuffed any (incorrect perceived or not) minor
sexual advances towards her from the start, now actually wanted a real
event to prolong and intensify.  To put if blunt, she wanted the cock to
fuck her!  Not just being stuck inside and let her do the work, but being
pulled out and shoved back inside.  Repeatedly and forcefully!  But now,
after her orgasm and with the receding feeling of drug induced happiness
and contentment, the guilt and humiliation about her behavior came back
with a vengeance.
   Crawling into a fetal position she started to sob.  Cynthia noticed that
during the last blackout her red latex body stocking had been removed.  Her
sobbing grew to a full blown crying fit.  Even the decency of being dressed
(no matter how scantily or provocative) had been removed from her and she
had to suffer the indignant situation of being totally naked.  Still crying
she silently cursed the day that she got involved in this whole BDSM-5000
project.  And with the arrangements made at work before she left, she could
not expect anyone to report her missing during the first 5-6 weeks. 
Cynthia sat up and took a good look around the room she was being kept in.
As she noticed before the wall and floor were of some rubber/plastic
material in an off-white color.  It measured some 20 by 20 meters and the
whole room was lit by soft indirect lighting from above.  Despite her first
impression of an empty room, she now noticed several chairs, tables and
some other furniture whose purpose wasn't exactly clear.  But given her
recent treatment she gathered that this probably would change soon.  Some
of the stuff looked really wicked with ropes and chains.  Cynthia shivered
when she thought about the possible applications of all this.  She stood
and walked naked around the room.  Each wall had several doors, but all of
them were locked, but none had locks.  Same with the drawers she
encountered.  Even while the room was comfortably warm, she shivered at the
thought of the horrors that could be kept inside.
   Fred saw Cynthia walk around and examine the room.  Of course, she had
nowhere to go.  Not before she realized and accepted her ultimate fate. 
And not before she had run through the complete process of turning her into
one of the ever compliant (no matter how repulsive or humiliating the act
she had to perform was going to be) prostitutes that he had working for his
organization.  And for now the process went fine.  Most of the women who
underwent the addiction process to Z fell into apathy for the first two to
three weeks.  Only after that time they usually regained their original
level of activity.  Of course, as with everything a few failed and simply
stayed in their apathetic state.  But even those had their use.  Remarkably
there were always men (and women) prepared to pay serious money for a
docile.  everything accepting, never complaining, fuckdoll.  He himself
liked his women a bit more lively, so he was pleased to see she adjusting
well to the new situation.  But then again, no need to let her think she
was even in the least way in control...  so as she kept on walking and
examining the room, he decided it was time for her next experience and
after activating a few controls on the computer, he made his way back to
the training room.
   In that training room Cynthia noticed that one drawer had opened out of
the wall.  Looking into it, she looked at a device that she never saw
before.  Two slim pieces of some sort of dark brown, well oiled wood, but
being kept together by three sets of thumbnuts and bolts of about 8 inches.
One set at both ends and the third straight in the middle, neatly dividing
the wooden strips in two.  In a weird sort of way it looked like one of
those flower presses that she used as a kid.  And in a weird sort of way
she was kind of right, but before she had more time to think about the
device, Fred entered the room again.
   Pointing at one of the chairs, he indicated her to sit.  Fuck that
bastard, was Cynthia's first thought.  He does not even consider me worth
talking too...  In a fit of anger she grabbed the wooden device, jumped at
Fred and tried to hit him.  When her right hand came down to deliver the
blow, Fred caught it in an iron grip with his left and he simply kept her
arm stretched above her head.  As she was stretched out and needed her
right arms to keep her balance, her tits were now completely exposed and
Fred smacked her several times on the sensitive globes.  Tears jumped in
her eyes as the jolts of pain coursed though her breasts and fanned out all
over her body.  Fred had no problems in pushing her backwards to the chair
and make her sit on it.  Still adjusting to the brutal treatment that her
tits had just received, she hardly noticed that her wrists and ankles were
cuffed to the frame of the chair.  "Sweetie....  don't EVER do that again!"
he hissed at her.  "Maybe you did not get it yet, but this is not a joke...
your life depends on being able to comply with following orders.  Your
whimsical and self-centered behavior of doing whatever YOU want is not
acceptable any more!  And least of all trying to attack the people who in
the end decide whether you'll live or not!" And he continued as Cynthia
looked dazed and confused at him, "Do you understand me?" With two bitch
slaps on her cheeks he finally got her attention.  "Ye-e-es," she
stuttered, still dazed by the ruthless force and strength that Fred used to
subdue her.  While he moved behind her she noticed that she had been
secured to the chair, her legs slightly spread, so her cunt was exposed and
easy reachable.  With her back straightened against the seat, due of the
odd position of the shackles around her wrists, her tits stood out
straight. Again the humiliation and shame flooded her mind, to be bound
like this, with everything exposed for all that might be here.  For now it
was only this brutal Fred, but what if....  "Don't resist or scream,
because it will only make it worse," Fred whispered in her ear.  He then
reached around her and squeezed first one tit and then the other as he
slipped them both between the two pieces of wood.  He had opened the
thumbnuts enough to create enough space between the two parts.  Cynthia
relaxed as the wood actually felt quite good as it touched the soft
underside of her tits.  The device did not slide of as Fred released the
firm tits and they expanded again to squeeze against the wood.  She looked
down and saw just the front of her tits, with the pink/brownish nipples,
sticking out of the dark brown wood.  Now Fred started to turn on each
thumbscrew one by one, pressing the wooden strips slowly but surely closer
and closer together and Cynthia recognized in horror what was going to
happen!  Her tits were going to be squeezed.  In the beginning the pressure
even felt good, but even that was nullified by the shame and the fear abut
things to come.  Soon the wood started to press deeper and deeper in the
soft fatty tissue of her tits.  The front parts started to bulge more and
more, as blood was being pumped in, but not being able to leave.  Despite
the growing pressure and pain, her nipples became rock hard and very
sensitive (this she noticed as Fred flicked his finger every now and then
across them).  Each caress send an electrical stream from that nipple
straight to her clit and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.  How
awful to sit with her legs open so that her fluids could just drip on the
chair.  She could not even deny that this was turning her on!  Fred took a
few steps back and admired his work.  The base of Cynthia's tits had now
been reduced to about half its normal size and it looked as if most of the
tissue had been pushed outwards.  The front parts now looked like purplish
balloons, ready to burst and topped with red cherries.  Looking lower, he
noticed the expected wetness between her lips.  Closing in again, he rubbed
her twat a few times and Cynthia bucked her hips against his fingers. 
Good...  she was getting horny again due to the withdrawal from Z and
instinctively felt that she needed to cum.  Even if her conscious mind did
not (want to) realize this, her autonomous system was already adjusting to
the situation.
   Fred now continued with turning the thumbnuts.  Where Cynthia until now
only felt a slight discomfort, even if she saw her tits bulging more and
more with horror, she was now treated to the full effect of the titpress.
The skin and tissue between the wooden sticks started to become sensitive
and painful from the continued pressure and lack of blood.  Each turn now
caused her more and more pain.  "Ngg..." she tried not to groan, but after
two quick turns by Fred it became to much.  "That's a good girl.... 
moaning is ok, just no screaming" he spoke to her and rubbed her cunt
again. That felt so good that it almost canceled out the pain in her
tits... "NNNGGG" Cynthia moaned again, but this time from real pleasure as
Fred sucked on one of her oversensitive nipples.  The sensations were just
awesome.  But then the pain came back just as much when he continued
turning the thumbnuts and moving the two parts of the titpress closer and
closer together.  He now had to use real force, as both tits had been
flattened to not even one quarter of their usual thickness at the base. 
The only thing that kept Cynthia from screaming her lungs out from the
excruciating pain, was Fred's hand fingering her soaking wet cunt.  The
combination of pain and pleasure made her feel so strange, the humiliation
of being tied, tortured and fingered against her will on one hand, and on
the other hand, she bounced her slippery and wet pussy with all her might
against the thick and straightened fingers from Fred.  Again he sucked her
nipples that were about the burst open from the pressure.  This time
Cynthia could not hold back.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" and her cunt clamped
down on Fred's fingers as she exploded in an unbelievable orgasm.  The
electricity now flowed in both directions between her pussy and her tits.
Three, four times she bucked her hips forward to prolong her climax, but
eventually it ended and she slumped down, exhausted, on the chair.  As she
came back to reality, the pain and pressure in her tits also returned.  How
long was she to endure this?  A thousand needles stung every square inch of
her udders.  Looking for Fred, she saw him at one of the drawers, again
taking one of the syringes that she started to hate and like.  She now knew
she was being drugged and made an addict, but the rush felt so good.... 
God, she really was loosing it.  No one in his right mind should enjoy
this, she corrected herself sternly.
   Not that it really mattered.  She was going to be injected by Fred
anyway.  The last thing that mattered to Cynthia, before the vortex of joy
and colors engulfed her post-orgasmic mind again, was the sudden sharp pain
and shame as Fred pushed the needle an inch deep in her still oversensitive
left nipple!  As if she was a cow that needed udder treatment!  But almost
instantly the pain was pushed away by that almost welcome vertigo of
colors...
   Chapter 7
   When Cynthia came out her drug induced revery, she was greeted with a
pulsating pain at the base of both her tits and a pinching feeling where
the syringe penetrated her nipple.  But these feelings slowly pulsed away
and were replaced with disgust and shame about her previous behavior. 
Again she had behaved like a wanton slut, without any inhibitions, simply
making herself available to everything Fred wanted to do to her.
   Looking around to find out if anything changed while she had been under
the influence of her latest dose of Z.  To her surprise she noticed some
clothes laid out on one of the tables in the room.  And even decent ones at
that too.  Not like the rubber/latex type of stuff she had been dressed up
in earlier during her captivity, but Quickly she dressed herself in some
panties, bra, high collared blouse and a almost decent length skirt.  The
hemline came just below her knees.  Ideally she would have preferred it to
be just above her ankles, like most of the skirts she used to wear at home.
Shit...  did she really just thought that?  '...used to wear...' As if she
had no hope of ever getting back?  Cynthia decided that the past events
would not damper her hopes on a good end to all of this.  Little did she
know that even the blouse and skirt had been placed there as part of Fred's
plan to further humiliate and demoralize her.  Pedro Spires, one of his
high ranking henchmen and a childhood friend, was going to take Cynthia's
training to the next level.  Also known as 'The Spike' or 'El Pincho' to
his Mexican friends.  Both because of his tough single minded attitude and
also due to the 'spike' between his legs.  They already knew each other
from their bus rides to and from school.  Where Fred mostly feasted just
his eyes on the budding charms exposed (on purpose or not) and only rarely
attempted to caress a thigh, pinch a butt or squeeze a boob (which were
invariably countered with a playful and good natured slap on the wrist from
the girl being 'offended'), Pedro was the more bold and direct type of guy.
He was the type of guy that hung over the seat in front of him, grabbed the
tits of the girl seated there and started a firm squeezing massage.  No
attention was paid to any girls sitting next to his prey.  And he only let
go of her once she really started to scream or slapped and clawed at his
hand.  Or, as he walked down the aisle to or from the doors, any female
approaching and passing him, could be sure of it that he blocked her way.
With this he made sure that they only could pass with close and firm bodily
contact, and of course Pedro usually 'lost his balance' and had to grind
his crotch into that of his victim.  This was always accompanied by a long
and mighty squeeze of her ass.  But then again, most of the girls knew
exactly what they were getting into when they were close to Pedro and
despite (or maybe because of) his behavior he always had enough teens
around him.  One time he almost got in trouble..  the girl behind him tried
to get his attention while he was fingering the homecoming queen to be in
the seat next to him...  Not really a smart thing to do...  A guy like
Pedro only wants more when he is interrupted while masturbating a slippery,
wet and tight teenage cunt...  But then again, maybe the girl behind him
had gotten excited because of the continuous moaning from the blonde big
busted 14 year old as she had loosened her skirt, lowered her panties and
spread her legs to provide the nimble and strong fingers of the Mexican all
the access he needed.  Her moans and groans must have been audible through
half of the bus.  "Do you know what is better than a squeezing warm and wet
pussy around my fingers?" he asked the brunette as he pulled his fingers
from the blondes cunt and turned around to face her.  "Here!  Take a
sniff!" and he pushed his hand under her nose.  "You want me to give up
this!  For what?!" and he pulled her head closer.  As she took a deep
breath and sampled the aroma of her co-passengers secretions, she got a
dreamy look in her eyes, smiled up at Pedro and whispered "Your cock in my
mouth".  Never the one to back down from a challenge, Pedro now fully
turned around, positioned himself on his knees, pulled down the zipper from
his already bulging crotch and took out his semi-erect cock.  As he pulled
back his foreskin, the shiny head, wet with precum, was exposed for about
one second.  Then he pulled down the open mouth from the brunette as she
struggled to accommodate in her mouth the thick, hard and grossly veined
invader.  Bended to the front, the girls throat did not really line up with
the 8 or 9 inches that the Mexican stuffed in her mouth.  Her eyed bugged
as the thick spongy glans hit the back of her esophagus and as her
gagreflex kicked in.  "Mgmngh ...  mmmfgfgmdf" she tried to scream, but
only a soft muffled sound was heard as Pedro fucked her face.  Her head
bounced back and forth as he now used both hands to force it up and down
his cock.  Time after time the thick end of the Mexicans cock pushed
against the back of her throat, until that was tired of gagging and simply
relaxed to finally let the penetrating shaft gain the access it had wanted
time after time.  The girl made one final swallow as Pedro locked himself
deep in her esophagus.  By then he was already so worked up from having the
tight mouth squeezed around his cock that it only took a few more shallow
pushes inside the girls throat before his big balls contracted in his hairy
scrotum and his sperm was shot volley after volley straight into the girl's
stomach.  The only thing she felt from this were the pulses when the stream
went through his uterus.  When Pedro had finished, he pulled himself out of
the girls mouth.  While she caught her breath, he unceremoniously stuffed
his softening cock back in his pants, zipped up and sat in his seat again.
The girl behind him made a few retching noises as if she was going to
vomit. He turned his head around and told her that if she was going to
puke, he would force her to lick it up from the floor again.  His sperm was
not going to waste...  Next day the girl came with two police men and they
tried to take Pedro out of the bus.  Only due to the fact that just about
the complete bus (except the brunette that got her face fucked) denied that
anything like this had happened, saved him (and basically left the girl as
the general cumbucket to be misused for the next months).
   But, that was then...  and this is now...  Pedro should be here now any
minute Fred mused as he kept an eye on the monitors that followed Cynthia
in her room.  The comely slender brunette had buttoned up the blouse all
the way yo her neck, and it seemed as if she was examining the hemline of
her skirt.  Looking at the inside of the skirt, she looked if it was
possible to remove the wires from the hemline and thereby extend it another
inch downward.  As Fred realized that Cynthia still had not learned much,
the door opened and Pedro stepped into the room.  "Who are you?  And what
do you want of me" Cynthia snapped haughtily as the Mexican made his way
towards her.  Pedro remembered the stories that Fred told him about her and
her stuck up attitude.  He took two or three large strides towards her and
as she started to utter her next question he slapped her across the cheek.
WHACK!  Cynthia's head violently jerked to the left as she registered the
sharp pain on her right cheek in disbelieve...  "Shut up, bitch!" Pedro
hissed at her.  "Your only job is to accept what is being done to you and
try not to scream too much!" "What..." Cynthia started, still dazed from
the first slap.  WHACK!!  Now her head jerked back as Pedro slapped the
other cheek to stop her questioning his behavior.  Cynthia now felt both
cheeks burning with pain and tears jumped in her eyes from the sudden and
brutal treatment.  Of course, for Pedro this was nothing but a mean to an
end...  The end in this case being a non-complaining and complaint fucktoy
to be used as his discretion.  She was still in shock as he big Mexican
grabbed her by the hips and lifted her on one of the tables.  But
instinctively she realized that this man was not to be messed around with,
so she decided to keep shut and let the burly guy do whatever he wanted to
do.  Meanwhile Pedro had already lifted her skirt up to her hips and with
disbelief Cynthia saw him rip her panties away from her pussy.  Again she
was defenseless against the leering looks of male eyes that examined her
most private parts.  Another quick movement from him and her blouse was
ripped open with equal ease.  Taking a deep breath from the shock of this
brutal behavior, her tits expanded forward and Pedro's eyes lit up as her
bra was stretched to breaking point.  "Keep your breath, bitch!  I like
your tits this way" he told her and unbuttoned his jeans.  Cynthia could
already see the obscene bulge in his jockstrap.  Her eyes spat fire, but
she did not dare to sat anything or even let her breath go out.  As his
jeans fell to the floor, Cynthia started to feel dizzy and her ears started
ringing even more as her blood got pumped around faster and faster to try
to deliver oxygen.  Pedro now hooked his fingers inside her bra and told
her she could breath again.  Relieved she exhaled.  But this also caused
her (since Pedro kept his hand in place) to move forward, closer to the
face of the Mexican.  Another pull of his hand and the bra ripped open and
her tits bounced once more free.  Ashamed she saw the man look at her and
she almost placed a snide remark.  But as if Pedro felt it coming, he
looked her straight in the eyes with a look that left no doubt about what
he expected.  He then grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly.  Cynthia
tried to move her body closer to Pedro, so he could not squeeze so hard,
but it did not help.  On his part, Pedro used the move to plant his lips on
her mouth and before Cynthia knew what was happening, they were french
kissing as long time lovers.  The thick muscular tongue of the man was
exploring her mouth and every now and then he sucked her tongue inside his
own mouth, only to bite on it.  Cynthia high pitched moan of pain, when
that happened the first time, was countered with a fierce pinch in her left
nipple as a reminder to not complain.  The next bites on her tongue and
lips, she took without complaints and was rewarded by less, but still quite
firm, pinching and rubbing of her nipples and tits.  To her own surprise
(and disgust...) she noticed that the rough treatment was (at least
physically) turning her on...  With horror she noticed that her pussy was
getting wet as Pedro continued his brutal assault on her mouth and tits. 
Cynthia could not believe this was happening.  A few days ago she would
have scolded him for being a leering pervert if he only had as much looked
at her.  And now he was positioned with his pants down and his cock still
growing between her widespread legs, roughly kissing her mouth and fondling
her tits.  She felt his massive tool rub against her thigh as it engorged
with blood as its owner feasted himself on the upper part of her body.  The
remnants of the clothes, that she had put on earlier, did not offer
protection anymore.  Cynthia froze as a particular sharp pinch almost made
her cry out in pain.  Luckily for her she managed to transform it into a
throaty moan that might have indicated consent and enjoyment.  Well... 
that was at least the way that Pedro interpreter the sound.  "Ah...  So you
like it a bit rough after all..." he said and quickly removed his shirt. 
Cynthia now had a full frontal view of the Mexicans naked and muscular
body. Included his obscenely long and thick cock.  When her eyes locked for
several seconds on the monster, Pedro noticed it and continued: "Don't
worry...  you will meet 'Little Pedro' very soon and very up close and very
personal...  Just relax and it will not hurt too much!" Cynthia wondered
how she would be able to take the stick of meat inside her without
permanent damage.  It was over 10" long and must have been 2" in diameter.
Even with her cunt now completely wet and slippery from her juices, she was
horrified at the thought of having to accept that cock all the wat inside
her.  It would rip her open!  Again, Pedro took her prolonged viewing as a
sign of interest about the event to happen (and in a way it was, just like
some people like to watch accidents, Cynthia was partially detached from
her body and with some sort of objective curiosity she was waiting what
would happen when Pedro would stuff his cock in the woman's cunt.  No, it
was her her own cunt!).  Pedro now pulled her closer to him.  Her ass was
still resting on the edge of the table, her legs were spread and surrounded
Pedro's ass and thighs.  A shiver ran through her as he placed the bulbous
head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy.  With her arms place
behind her for support, she stuck out her firm tits towards Pedro.  As he
got closer to suck and nibble (well, more like chewing) his lower body also
close in and her cuntlips were spread wider and wider as his cock began its
entry into her body.  Oddly enough, the rough treatment of her tits and
nipples by Pedro's mouth, made the wide cock sliding into her deeper and
deeper almost bearable.  Almost that was, because once the wide head had
fully entered the opening of her cunt, it now started to stretch the inner
walls of her vagina as it got pushed deeper and deeper inside her.  Pedro
now simply lifted her ass from the table and let her slide down on his
cock, simply by gravity.  Cynthia was torn between two choices...  the
first by squeezing her cunt as close as possible to slow down the invasion,
the second by (as Pedro suggested) to do the opposite and relax.  But once
she realized again that the Mexican was going to fuck her anyway, tightly
squeezed cunt or not, she decided that the way of least resistance was the
easiest one.  Easing open her cunt she could feel Pedro slide deeper and
deeper inside.  The mushroom on top of his cock plunged through her inner
fucktube and the rest op his cock followed at once.  She could feel the
veins pulse and scrape alongside the fully streched walls of her cunt. 
Suddenly Cynthia experienced a strange pressing sensation in her stomach.
Looking at her pussy, she saw at least 3 inch of cock sticking out, but it
felt as if Pedro had already bottomed out.  The pressure got greater and
changed into pain.  God, the man was going to damage her womb with that
monstrous cock of him!  As the pain kept on increasing, Cynthia gritted her
teeth.  She correctly assumed that if she cried out, Pedro would be even
rougher.  Then suddenly with a sharp sting, Pedro's cock surged forward and
he was now totally inside her.  With the realization that she was capable
of taking this thick, massive cock all the way inside, Cynthia also noticed
that the pain had subsided after that last thrust.  Then she remembered her
sex-ed classes.  He must have lodged himself directly in her womb, right
through her cervix!  And right at that time Pedro started really fucking
her.  With each thrust about half of his cock was pulled out and pushed
back again in her slippery and painful cunt.  Every time the thick head of
his cock plunged in and out her sensitive cervix as well.  She was now
simply bouncing up and down as Pedro lifted her up as her waist and dropped
her down again on his cock.  With each thud when she landed with her ass on
the table, she also felt her cervix and womb being painfully stretched more
and more.  But much to her surprise and shock, through that haze of pain,
another feeling surfaced.  She actually was working herself towards an
orgasm.  As she bounced again and again on the Mexican's phallus, a deep
and satisfying warmness spread from her cunt and with loader and loader
moans and other encouragements she urged Pedro on.  "Nnnngg...  Oh
yesss.... Fuck me hard and deep...  Nngggg....  Stick that fat cock all the
way inside me!" For Pedro this was nothing new, but it still turned him on
each time when a woman responded like this.  His thrust got even more
energetic and after some 5 minutes he felt Cynthia's cunt clamp close on
his pulsating cock and her legs locked behind his ass, as she came hard and
long.  "Aaaaiiii....  fuck-me-fuck-me-sweet-mother-of
jesus-fuck-me-hard-i-am-cumminnggggggggggggg..........!" she shouted as the
man kept on fucking her with small but powerful thrusts.  As Cynthia's
orgasm subsided, Pedro felt the sperm starting to boil in his balls.  The
bitch had given him a nice ride, but now it was time to finish it.  The
relaxed vagina made it possible to speed up his thrusts and the velvet
walls rubbing his shaft, together with the narrow entrance of her cervix
stimulating the head of his cock, made him cum after another 4 or 5
thrusts. Even from his monitor Fred could see the balls of the Mexican
contract and move closer to his body before they spewed out their load. 
Squirt after squirt jetted through 10 inch of cockmeat before it splattered
directly into Cynthia's womb.  "There you go, bitch, a fine load of Mexican
milk for your pussy!" he said to her as he laid her back on the table. 
Exhausted by the strong orgasm from a few moments ago to do anything else,
Cynthia could only watch as he pulled out, wiped his cock on her destroyed
dress and took another syringe from one of the drawers in the wall.  Her
"Please, don't...  not again..." to the man who just fucked her against her
will, but nevertheless gave her a mind shattering orgasm, fell on deaf ears
and unable to resists, she had to let him inject her with another shot of
the drug to which she was more and more depending on.  But soon her pleas
were silenced as the ever and ever more familiar vertigo of bright and
shiny colored overwhelmed her mind once more again...
   Chapter 8
   Fast forwarding several weeks (in which Cynthia has been trained
reluctantly but successfully to perfection in becoming Fred's newest (but
certainly not latest) one-track-minded, cock needing, fucktoy) finds us
seeing her re-applying for her former job with Mr.  Johnson.  As Fred (and
his accomplishes) had made it at several, if not all of the last,
'training-session' clear to her: No cock up her twat, ass or mouth meant no
Z-drug.  And she knew what the lack of Z could do to her...  after her last
refusal to go down on Fred's tool at once, he had cut her of from her
supply.  She still remembered getting hornier and hornier every day... 
ending with her rubbing her own cunt for a hours on a stretch, until she
collapsed from exhaustion.  Still unsatisfied, still needing cock.  The
video she had been shown, once she got around and could think again, had
been one of the most degrading experiences in her life.  She had seen
herself being to another room, brought back to semi-consciousness again and
then several members from one of the well-known NBA-teams had fucked her
for 5-6 hours.  Fred had made her watch all 6 hours of defilement.  She had
been fucked by 1 to 4 guys at the same time, and even when she had been
fucked by those 4 (2 up her cunt, 1 in her mouth and the 4th just managed
to put the first half of his 9 incher in her ass) she had been jacking off
2 more guys as well).  Cynthia was really humiliated and disgusted of
seeing herself being so abused.  And while her body on the video simply
seem to responded to the stimulation, she saw herself cum time and time
again as the members of the team seemed insatiable.
   And to finish the punishment, she had been given over to the three
nephews from Pedro and their mentor Mark.  The boys ranged in age from 14
to 19 and had been brought into the organization by Pedro.  But to avoid
nepotism, Fred had assigned not Pedro but Mark, another of his close and
longtime accomplices, to guide and train them in seducing and blackmailing
more women.  Mark had a knack of finding the more plain and demure
housewife type of women and let them just do enough to be caught on video
and make them available to further blackmail.  And in this day and age that
type of women, with still that hint of reluctance as they got down to suck
a guy, were in high demand.  The latest catch from the Spires brothers had
been twenty-four year old Lucy, the newly wed wife of their parish
preacher. Mark had introduced them to her and her husband, telling them
that the boys wanted to do some chores in and around the parish building.
As Mark and Rev.  Hutchins had made a tour across the area to make an
inventory, the boys had made an inventory and tour across Mrs. 
Hutchins.... Thanks to her husbands inability to perform sufficient during
their wedding trip to Yucatan, she had succumbed so easy to the charms of
the three pretty Mexican boys in her own parish.  When Mark came back into
the house (with Rev.  Hutchins being called away for some errant), all he
had to do was to take some pictures of Lucy being fucked missionary style
by the oldest, Luis, while Sanchez and Carlos had been each sucking a big
nipple on the small B-cup but firm tits from the horny blonde woman.  So...
as a reward for reeling in another middle class hooker for Fred's stable,
they were given some quality time (and additional training) with Cynthia.
Apart from their usual smooth behaviour, they still had to learn to play it
rough when needed.  And Fred had the feeling that Cynthia still needed some
roughing up, before she truly and totally would break and become the
well-trained, obedient and never complaining fuck-toy he wanted her to be.
   Cynthia had been allowed to dress again, but the clothes she had to
choose from had totally not been up to her standards and wishes.  No normal
shoes, but only knee-high (or higher) boots with long stiletto heels... 
Skirts that barely covered her thighs, while she definitely preferred her
hemlines below her knees...  Short sleeved shirts that fitted like a second
skin, and clearly showed the outline of her bra...  and even that was not
of the type she usually wore...  She could only choose between 3/4 push-up
bra or one with full cups, but with openings so that her nipples poked out!
And worst of all: no slip!  Her pussy was directly exposed to the
surrounding air.  She was abhorred by the choices of these slutty clothes
that she had to make.  But it was this or going totally naked...  so in the
end she had selected a pair of brown leather boots that ended just below
her knees, a brown suede skirt that reached not even halfway down her
thighs and fitted round her ass like a glove and a light brown/beige
sleeveless shirt which barely hung around her shoulders, so she had to opt
for the strapless bra with the holes that made her nipples poke into the
shirt.  At least she managed to get some matching colours...  some decency
at least...  however, the pressure from the too tight bra made her nipples
stiff all the time and she felt very uncomfortable as the telltale bumps on
the shirt exposed her excitement.  As she walked around the room, she got
more and more angry about the clothes she had put on.  The high heels made
her hips turn forward and she had to swing her ass left and right to even
keep her balance.  The tight skirt kept on creeping upward, exposing more
and more thigh and even threatening to show the bottom of her ass or
worse!! And as she swayed her ass that was firmly gripped by the skirt, her
boobs counteracted and made her nipples rub against the shirt...  But
sitting with a skirt this short was no option.  If someone entered the
room, he would be able to see right up her cunt.  And even if by now she
had been trained (almost) sufficient to obey the commands of a man, to
present and expose herself just like that was not something she be willing
to do.  Turning around for yet another stroll across the room, she saw the
three young men coming in.  Somehow she suddenly felt comforted by their
appearance.  Not every person she met had to be a adult brutal sexist
rapist of a man.  Too bad for Cynthia that today the boys had been
instructed to roughen up the object of their attention.  Both as a reward
for bringing in Lucy Hutchins into the stable and also (unknown even to
them) as a another test of their capabilities and progress.  So, now both
Fred and Mark watched the monitors as the boys stepped into the room and
approached Cynthia.  Right from the moment the three of them stepped into
the room, Cynthia knew they going to be trouble (for her that was...).  The
way they already undressed her with their eyes, the way they fanned out and
surrounded her like a pack of wolves and the lewd remarks about her
appearance only confirmed this.  The youngest one introduced them: "Hi
sweety, the tall one over there is Luis, the one grabbing his crotch is
Sanchez and I am Carlos.  Nice outfit by the way...  love how your nipples
are hard...  Would you like me to suck them?" In a flash of anger, after
all, how dared a young boy like him to address her in this way, she took a
step in his direction and made an attempt to slap him across his face.  Who
did he think he was?  Of course, the moment she raised her arm, both Luis
and Sanchez grabbed her and kept her back.  She was dragged across the room
and thrown on one of the tables.  "Madre Dios...  Fred was right...  you do
need some attitude readjustment!" Cynthia tried to free herself, but the
two older boys kept her in place while Carlos deftly tied her legs to the
ones from the table.  Bent at the knees, she was pressed backwards on the
table by the two older brothers and the youngest of the trio looked right
up her skirt.  Still trying to free herself, she bucked her hips in all
directions, not realizing she was presenting Carlos with an excellent view
of her pussy in action.  "Oh...  look at that...  no panties...  nice
little cunt you got there, lets have a better look!" And with an ease that
belied his age, a butterfly knife appeared as out of nowhere in his hand.
Cynthia's eyes widened as she saw the razor sharp blade in the boys hands
and realized that he had seen the lewd movements she had made a few seconds
before.  "Now don't move that pussy, or some accidents might happen." Two,
three quick slashed were placed with surgical precision.  That was all that
was needed to cut away the tight brown skirt from her hips.  From her knees
up to her belly button, she was now fully exposed to the gazes of the three
boys.  Not knowing where to look, she turned her head from left to right,
only to be confronted with the bulging erections in the older boys pants.
Disgusted at their reactions, she stared up again at the ceiling.  So, she
only heard them remove their clothes.  The next sensation she felt, was
Carlos fingers being rudely shoved between her opened legs and in her
pussy. "Ouch!" she screamed.  "Better get wet soon, bitch!  I am just
stretching you a bit for Sanchez...  Or Mr.  Coke Can as he is known in our
neighborhood..." Cynthia looked to her right, where the middle brother had
just finished undressing.  She felt the blood drain from her face when she
saw the monster that hung between his legs...  His nickname was totally
earned, his cock was short and thick.  And, while Sanchez stroked it, it
slowly rose to its full erection.  Now it was indeed as thick as a can of
coke.  That humongous tool was never going to fit!  It would tear her to
pieces!  But even as she was thinking this, her subconscious thought were
already preparing for the assault.  "Ah..  that's a good girl!  You're
already getting wet...  it seems you like fat cocks then...!" Cynthia did
not know what was more humiliating.  The fact that her own body betrayed
her will or the fact that the youngest of the Mexican boys pointed this out
to her.  Carlos pulled his fingers from her now soaking pussy and left the
position between her legs, only for it to be taken by Sanchez.  Entranced
by the massive piece of meat, she looked with horror as he place the top
against her pussy.  Sanchez leaned forward and started to open her up. 
"Nnngg..." Cynthia moaned as the entrance of her cunt got opened up.  It
hurt like hell and the head of his cock was not even half way!  "Relax,
bitch!  Don't fight it!  I am going inside anyway!" Sanchez warned her as
he increased the pressure.  "Aaaahh!!!" she felt as if she was ripped in
half when the cock proceeded another inch.  "Madre Maria...  she is pretty
tight for an old bitch!" Suddenly Cynthia's arms were pulled over her head
and before she had time to respond, her shirt was removed.  The cloth
rubbed over her still hard and so sensitive nipples.  It made her moan in
pleasure and buck her hips upward in pleasure.  But that pleasure was
instantly replaced as the wide cock of Sanchez landed deep in her pussy all
at once. 
"Oh-god-oh-god-it-is-too-big-take-it-out-i-am-torn-open-take-it-out-out-out
!" Cynthia shrieked but her own body belied her as it kept on humping
against the pelvis and coke can sized cock (now totally buried in her
cunt). After a few more humps, her cries of pain became less and less.  The
slow pumping of Sanchez in and out her overstretched pussy even had a
strange soothing influence.  Cynthia closed her eyes and tried to relax as
much as possible.  Soon the boy would cum for sure and he would pull out.
Too bad for her the boys had other plans.  As Cynthia was stretched out
with her hands kept together above her head by her pulled up shirt, her
firm tits pushed her large pink nipples through the cutout holes from her
bra.  While their brother continued to slowly fuck the comely brunette
beneath him, Luis and Carlos had retrieved a tit-vise from one of the
drawers.  Opening up the torture device, they placed the two parts above
and below her tits.  When Cynthia felt the device being placed, her eyes
flashed open again and horrified she saw the screws being tightened.  "No,
no, please don't..." But the boys did not even remove her bra, and soon her
nipples were being pushed further through the rough edged openings in the
cups, because the fat and milk producing glands behind those nipples were
squeezed together by the ever increasing pressure from the tit-vise. 
"Aaaargh..." Cynthia cried as her tits started to hurt more and more. 
Sanchez looked at the tortured woman below him and the pained look on her
face excited him.  Increasing the speed and dept he also increased
Cynthia's pain.  "Please stop.  Oooowww...." the tortured woman now howled
as her bra-clad tits were clamped in from above and below and the burning
pain in her stretched out cunt increased further and further.  "Wow... 
look at those nipples" said Carlos, "As hard as diamonds!" Luis, never a
man of many words, looked and pinched one of the now dark pink rock hard
bumps.  "Aiiiii!" another yelp of Cynthia as the combined assault on her
cunt and tits continued.  Luis walked back to the side of the room. 
Opening and closing several series of drawers, he finally found the piece
of equipment he was looking for.  A small electrical transformer... 
together with the matching powerful lithium-ion polymer batterypack, it was
just what he needed.  This was so much better the leftover car batteries,
makeshift wires and clamps he had to use back home when he and his brothers
managed to bring in some girl.  Rummaging a bot more, he also found the
matching crocodile clamps.  Returning to the table he saw Sanchez still
shoving his thick cock in and out the good looking brunette on the table.
They told him her name, but he did not remember it.  It was not important
anyway.  What was important were the ways in which they could make her
scream.  If the bitch thought that the massive cock stretching her cunt and
the tit-vice clamping down on her, now purple coloured, tits were painful,
she was in for a rough surprise...  "Sanchez, stop for a moment.  You make
her tits bounce like a dust-bunny in the windy desert!" Cynthia opened her
eyes as the fat cock stayed locked for blissful moment inside her cunt.  No
more pain from being stretched out to far.  Even the horrible pain from the
tit-vice that squeezed her boobs from top and bottom almost became
bearable. But as she looked beyond her rock hard nipples that proudly poked
through the holes in her bra, all thoughts of current pain immediately
disappeared!  Luis was coming toward her and when she saw what he intended
to do, she started to scream: "No, no, please don't...  oh noooo
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Her plea turned into a howl
of pain.  Luis had, in one smooth movement indicating years of practice,
clamped both vicious crocodile clamp without any problem on both her
nipples.  The sharp teeth of the claps send wave after wave of sharp biting
pain through her tensed and sensitive nipples.  She could feel every one on
her heartbeats being amplified a thousand fold jolt of pain as blood got
pumped through her areolae and nipples.  She did not even notice that
Sanchez had started fucking her again, in tune with her cries of pain. 
"Ah!" Stroke in...  "Oh!" Stroke out...  Eventually the numbing pain in her
nipples lessened and her painful cunt and back and forth jiggling squashed
boobs became the centre of her universe of pain again.  Until Luis switched
on the high-powered batterypack connected with wires to the two clamps. 
"AAAARGH!!  Oh-oh-oh-oh!!!" Cynthia arched her back and bounced on the
table as Luis played with the current and let it go from her left to her
right tit and vice versa.  Power down and she fell back on the table... 
Power up and her back arched upward again, stretching the skin of her
tortured tits even further!  But even under this degrading and painful
treatment, she noticed that she actually was getting excited!  Cynthia
could not believe this was happening.  Here she was on her back being
fucked by a thick cocked Mexican, while one of brothers tortured her tits
and the other kept her shoulder pressed on the table to prevent her from
bouncing it as she got jolted by wave after wave of electricity.  And
still, she could feel the arousal grow inside her.  It was as if her body
instinctively knew that giving those men what they wanted (a docile,
compliant woman that cums when they wanted it) might perhaps end the pain
they were inflicting on her.  Sensing a way out of this, she started to
hump back against Sanchez' thrusts, even at the increased pain that his fat
cock caused as it pumped deeper inside her vaginal folds.  Slowly her cries
of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure and even the current, that Luis
sent through her tits, almost started to feel good!  "AH!  OH!  nnngg... 
AH!  Oh!  nnnngggg..." and after a few minutes she even urged on the guys
to bring her to her climax.  "God, yes, fuck-that-cock-deep-inside...  I am
almost there...  Ah-ah-dmhrdnwnnggn!!!" The cries of her orgasm were cut
short as Carlos stuffed his cock deep inside her wide open mouth.  Seeing
his brothers fuck and torture this high-class American bitch had given him
a hard cock that was ready to explode.  The muffled screams from Cynthia as
she rocked through her own orgasm made her throat ripple over his cockhead
and at the same time that he saw Sanchez tighten up and unload his sperm in
her cunt, he pumped his own load deep in the throat of the spasming
brunette beneath him.  Luis gave one last turn on his electrical toy and as
Cynthia gasped for breath when Carlos pulled out, he yanked away the clamps
from her tits, almost severing her nipples.  Luckily for Cynthia he only
drew some blood from the small holes where the clamps had pierced the
tender flesh from her nipples.  Not that she noticed any of this, because
she had passed out once the orgasm had given her the release from the pain
that she needed.
   Chapter 9
   With the experiences regarding the basketball team and the
Spires-brothers (and her reluctance to comply with Fred's instruction which
caused her those punishments in the first place) still a fresh memory in
her mind, Cynthia was glad that her body recuperated well from the abuse
she experienced.  Only after a few days the bruises, that she suffered from
the tit-torture that those Mexican boys had given her, had already healed.
Even while Fred had still fucked her brutally every day.  One day he was
accompanied by another guy, named Mark.  Later she learned that he usually
worked together with the Spires-boys in bringing in new blackmailed women
into the organisation.  That day she learned for starters that Mark's cock
stretched her cunt and ass just as wide as the one from Fred when it got
pounded in her.  As he and Fred entered the room, she already knew what to
expect.  The last weeks had taught her that trying to avoid in getting
fucked or having to perform a blowjob was useless.  Even if she loathed to
do so, having a pro-active attitude and expectation of what the men
sexually wanted from her usually meant less problems for her in the end. 
Of course, she sometimes still would end up with a sore pussy,
overstretched jaws or her face and hair full of cum, but generally her
compliance meant less problems and pain.  One more thing she learned was
that accommodating the perceived wishes of the men was no guarantee for a
painless event.  So, while she asked Fred who his handsome visitor was, she
saw his eyes roam over her body.  Even the short skirt, with the hemline
halfway between her knees and her crotch (way too high in her opinion!) and
the spandex shirt that Fred allowed her to wear these days, did nothing to
hide her body from his unashamed gazes!  Forcing herself to behave, she
said: "I hope you like what you see!"
The smile and confirmation from Mark was only affirmed by the bulge in
his pants that seemed to appear in an instant.  Inward disgusted by this
behavior she managed to put up another smile and said that she would be
happy to serve him in any way he or Fred could think off.  Even as she
spoke the words, she felt the bile almost rise up from her stomach.  How
could she, Cynthia Hauser, a mature, well-educated, professional IT-career
women, who would not have given these sort of men even the time of day if
*their* lives depended on it, behave like a cheap money-starved
waitress/fuckbunny at a Vegas-convention waiting for her umpteenth
customer? But even while she thought about the reversal of fortune in her
life, the men had already undressed and closed in on her and without much
effort she was stripped of her clothes and being fondled by the two
muscular men.  While Mark untied and pulled down the skirt over her ass
(squeezing it abundantly while tugging on the piece of cloth), Fred grabbed
the bottom of the shirt and pulled it upwards.  Knowing that she'd better
not resist her captor, Cynthia lifted her arms and let the shirt being
pulled over her still somewhat sensitive tits and nipples.  No bruises were
to be seen anymore, but especially the nipples were after all a bit tender
due to the brutal alligator-clamps that Luis had used as he jolted the
electricity from one nipple to another.  Even if the two men realized that
the soft moan she uttered, when the tight spandex hem of the shirt rubbed
over her nipples, was one of mild pain, they did not show it and simply
continued their ministrations as if nothing had happened.  Mark's hands,
once they removed the skirt from her feet, now slid back up over her long
and shapely legs, massaging and squeezing the calves and working his way up
to her thighs.  Knowing how (and where...) his journey would end, Cynthia
spread her legs slightly in advance.  But once Mark's hands reached her
ass, he stood up and assisted Fred in removing the shirt.  She was now
being sandwiched between the large men and their semi erect cocks dangled
lewdly against her legs.  As the shirt left her wrist, Cynthia let her arms
drop down and around Fred's back.  Putting her hands on his ass, she
started pulling him in closer.  Even if she felt more and more like one of
the girls from her high-school or university (the ones that bragged every
Monday about the sexual slutty things they had done last weekend), she had
no choice.  Being stuck between the two obviously excited men, she realized
that any and each sign of reluctance from her would be punished at once. 
The three of them moved to the bed and laid down sideways.  Cynthia was
still facing Fred who was now rubbing her cunt and sucking on her left tit.
Mark had stayed behind her and only now started to work on her ass.  His
fingers already probed the rubbery muscle between her cheeks.  She knew
that Mark would not wait until Fred was done with her pussy...  The
bastards were going to fuck her both at the same time!  During the few
moments she had seen Mark's cock it appeared to equal the one from Fred in
length and girth for sure.  Another moan of anticipation left her throat.
The problem was that Cynthia did not know for what anticipation it had
been....  the pain of being fucked by two such big cocks, or the pleasure
that would invariably arrive and cause her yet another mind blowing
orgasm...  Not that it mattered much, because Fred took this last moan as a
sign that she was ready.  Forcing her legs open, he placed the head of his
cock at the moist lips of her pussy.  A quick thrust or two forward and
Cynthia felt herself being split open once more by the thick shaft of her
main tormentor.  Luckily her pussy started to lubricate faster and faster
because of her 'treatment' of the last weeks, so only the first series of
thrusts made her moan of pain.  Once Fred had buried his cock deep inside
her tight fuck-canal, he rolled on his back and pulled Cynthia on top of
him.  With her legs now left and right of Fred's thighs, she felt her ass
was being spread wide open.  However, the cool air that reached her
sphincter was soon replaced for a few moments by the wet and warm tongue of
Mark.  This time her moan was really one of pleasure, even while she could
not admit it to herself.  And in her mind Cynthia scolded the man that
performed this awful act on her.  Soon Mark replaced his tongue with his
cock.  For sure he was inspired by both his own lust and the rhythmic
pumping of the other cock in Cynthia's cunt, close to his face as he licked
the brunettes asshole.  The head pressed against her slippery asshole and
soon gave way to the intruder.  The sensation that Cynthia felt as her
pussy was entered for the first few strokes, was now repeated but
intensified a thousandfold.  Once the first inch of cock passed her anal
muscle, Mark penetrated her in one big push.  "AAAAAARGHHHHH!" Cynthia
screamed in pain.  She felt as if was being split in half all over again!
With both cocks buried deep inside her, it felt as if they touched each
other inside.  The pulsing of her invaded intestines made her buck wildly
on top of Fred.  But she had nowhere to go...  she had to stay put between
Fred and Mark, each fucking one of her lower holes with deep, long and firm
strokes.  Slowly, very slowly, the pain in her cunt and ass became smaller.
The continuous pounding caused her cunt and anal tissue to stretch and the
lubrication that her cunt provided to its brutal invader also spread to the
cock that violated her ass stroke after stroke.  Even the forceful sucking
and strong fingering of her tits by Fred added to her overall excitement.
But before her excitement could culminate in an orgasm, both Mark and Fred
had theirs.  A few grunts, another series of even more wilder thrusts in
her ass and cunt and both were filled with cum.  Mark pulled out first,
leaving her cumfilled anal hole open and empty (except for the load of
semen in there).  Next Fred pushed her away from him and with a slurping
sound his cum and juice covered cock came out of Cynthia's pussy.  Dazed by
the sudden emptiness in her lower body, she looked at the men and made the
mistake of complaining about her lack of orgasm.  "What!?  You fucking
cunt...  how dare you to complain!" Fred burst out and continued "You want
orgasms?  You'll get them!" And before she knew what happened, she was
manhandled across the room by Fred and Mark, tied belly down with her legs
spread on some kind of rack/table.  Her hand were also tied down to the
posts of the contraption.  In fact, the only part of her body that she
could move was her head.  Even her tits were pulled down on the leather
surface of the table due to her arms being firmly tied to the posts.  While
she was still dazed about the swift and decisive action that the men had
undertaken, she felt a sudden, intense stinging pain on her ass. 
"OOWWHHH!" she howled in shock and pain.  Her body shocked on top of the
rack and the pain spread out all over her ass.  Looking with tear filled
eyes to her left she was just in time to see Fred strike out again with a
large wooden panel.  Cynthia just wondered if it was made of oak or teak
when the vicious paddle landed again with the full force of Fred's anger on
her ass.  "AAAAANNNGGG-ngmmhdhd!" the last part of her scream was cut short
because Mark stuffed his sperm (his...) and shit (hers...) covered cock in
her wide open mouth.  Cynthia was so concentrated on resisting the pain
(and trying NOT to bite down on the cock that was stuffed inside all the
way through her throat) that she did not even notice this fact.  Even in
her confused and painful state, she knew instinctively that clamping her
jaws shut with the large piece of manmeat still inside was not an option.
After another couple of full strokes on now her fiery red asscheeks, Fred
seemed to calm down.  Mark had now managed to slide his cock completely
inside her.  The head was lodged in her throat, so only by breathing
through her nose, Cynthia got the air that she needed.  This also meant
that her screams subsided to wheezy noises coming out of her nose.  Which
made the smacking sounds that occurred when the paddle hit the tender and
sensitive flesh of her ass again all the more audible.  But finally the
ordeal was over, Cynthia thought.  When there had been no next blow for
some time, she only concentrated on the glowing sensation in her ass, and
the cock from Mark that was still lodged in her mouth as far as her
esophagus.  She did not notice what Fred was doing as she tried to relax
her throat and subdue her gag reflex while Mark shoved his cock only for
about an inch back and forth.  The overall pressure her throat was exerting
on the dick of his head felt simply too good for him.  The moment he had
seen the stuck up bitch for the first time in the mansion, had also been
the moment that he wanted to have her.  It had been during Cynthia's second
or third week and she still had displayed her haughtiness and disdain for
male attention of any sort.  And now he was fucking this stuck up cunt all
the way deep in her throat and he could see the lips stretch around the
base of his cock.  As he looked over her shoulders and along her back
towards her red ass, Mark noticed that Fred had just about finished his
preparations.  Right behind Cynthia's spread pussy and ass a small but
powerful electrical engine was placed.  Connected to its main wheel was a
rod converted the rotating motion of the wheel in a back and forth motion.
And on the tip of that rod, a big slightly lubricated silicone dildo about
twice the size of his own cock was present!  Even if the silicone would
compress somewhat when being stuffed inside the woman, she would still be
painfully and mercilessly stretched by the artificial cock.  Mark thought
about this and felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he continued to
slowly pump it in and out the supple, smooth and sensuous mouth of the
bound brunette beneath him.  Listening to Fred's stories about the woman,
he had learned that she had ample opportunity to behave in a way that would
at least look as halfway normal.  But this stuck up bitch had deliberately
chosen her path over the moral high ground.  Destroying the egos and
sometimes even social lives of at least two dozen boys and men.  Freds
records about Cynthia's past had been quit extensive and Mark lust for her
had been fed by payback that he and Fred where going to give her for the
obvious disdain that she treated each and every male with she had met. 
Fred had placed the machine in the right position and positioned the wheel
of the engine in the 'back' position.  Once it started, the artificial cock
would slide forward about ten inches before the wheel would pull it back
again.  Only to repeat the forward movement all over again on the next
rotation of the wheel.  Mark pulled Cynthia closer to him by grabbing her
armpits.  Her nose was now squashed against his pubic hair and the head of
Mark's cock was now past her esophagus.  As the coarse hairs at the base of
his cock tickled her nose and made it difficult to breathe, Cynthia tried
to gulp for extra air through her mouth like a fish on dry land.  But then
all thoughts about air disappeared from her mind as Fred switched on the
fuckingmachine between her spread legs.  The blunt end of the silicone
stick entered her slick cunt in one forceful and unstoppable thrust. 
Despite the slickness due to her previous penetration by Fred, this was
another experience altogether.  It felt as if her complete vagina was being
stuffed inside out in her womb.  Except that the artificial cock bore
itself its all the way into the core of her womanhood and lodged its thick
head way past her cervix.  "AAAARRGGHH!!" she wanted to scream, but thanks
to Marks cock still deep in her throat, only a desperate 'M-ng-aa-ngggg...'
was heard over the slapping sounds of Mark scrotum against her chin and the
soft electric hum of the machine.  Just by the time she realized that she
had been raped by the piece of plastic, the machine pulled it out.  Only to
ram it back inside her burning cunt again with the same ruthlessness. 
Another muffled scream wriggled its way past Mark cock.  And a few tears of
pain dripped down from Cynthia's face while the fuckingmachine continued
its merciless assault on her sensitive cunt.  The silicone snake slid in
and out in the same continuous pumping rhythm.  Slow enough to prevent her
from fainting, but fast enough to let every stroke deliver a jolt of pain
that made her regret her earlier complaint.  From his point of view, Mark
had every opportunity to see the big dildo enter and leave the cunt from
Cynthia.  As it was being pushed in, her engorged outer lips were drawn in
as well, adding extra volume at the base of her vagina.  When the dildo was
pulled out, the fiery red lips appeared again and it seemed as if they
tried to keep the fuckstick inside by clinging on to it.  The head of his
cock now penetrated the esophagus of the bound woman beneath him on every
instroke of the machine.  Tied and restricted as she was, Cynthia still
tried to avoid the end of each inward stroke, when the thick cylinder
passed her painfully stretched cervix and landed in her womb.  But her only
'escape' was half an inch forward, only to be totally filled by the veined
real cock of Mark.  When she was able to start thinking again through the
continued painful attack on her cunt, to her shame and embarrassment her
situation looked a lot like that of an animal being roasted above an open
fire.  Penetrated in head and crotch and nowhere to go!  She, who had never
let a guy touch her intimately, let alone fuck her, was now bound and
treated like a spitroasted pig!!  The pain caused by the relentless
pounding of the machine was slowly reduced as her body finally accommodated
the thick artificial cock.  So the stinging pain of yet another slap on her
ass caught her completely by surprise.  Fred had returned and now whipped a
two inch wide leather belt repeatedly.  Cynthia gagged from shock and pain.
The milking action of her throat pushed Mark over the edge and with a quick
jerk he pulled out of Cynthia's mouth.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG! 
Oh-my-fucking-fucking-god stop it!  it hurts sooo BAAAAAAAAAAD!"Cynthia
finally howled as her mouth became available for something else then
sucking cock.  The screams of the bound and pleading brunette were the
final push that Mark needed.  Cynthia continued to scream and cry with
every strike that Fred gave her and Mark felt his balls contract in the
same rhythm.  His sperm shot out and landed all over the bawling brunettes
face and hair.  When his orgasm ended, she was dripping tears and sperm. 
Mark walked to the exit and said: "Fred, let's go for a drink.  The bitch
almost sucked me dry.  She is almost ready to get work again!" That last
part did not register in Cynthia's brain, while Fred had just turned up the
speed of the fuckingmachine.  With her now very sore ass, she started a
continuous session of being fucking and cumming time after time as the
dildo kept on ravaging her pussy.  She never knew how long it lasted,
because she lost conciousness as the machine delivered her tenth or
eleventh orgasm just as efficient as the first....
   Chapter 10
   ...tbc
   
  
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