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 5 - Raped 

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 hair 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!!"

