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 8 - Electro tit-torture

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 her almost on her way back home and 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 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 dragged to another room after she had collapsed, 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 with with Cynthia. And that it meant additional training for Cynthia was an added bonus as far as Fred was concerned.
Apart from their usual smooth behavior, the three boys 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 colors... 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.

