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 2 - The Line

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.



