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 10 - Back home again

While her flight to the DataSerf company had been on a commercial flight, the return trip was made by private jet. That morning she had been told the new course of her life. She would return to her own apartment and convince Mr. Johnson to give her back her former job.
And to make sure that she would not step out of line, Mark and new his team (Luis, Sanchez and Carlos, the nephews from Pedro Spires) would take up residence in the same block as well. With the mortgage crisis in full swing, they had found it very easy to acquire several apartments on the same floor where Cynthia lived.

So, when she boarded the plane later that day, she had not only felt Fred's eyes, but those of Mark and three teenagers as well, ogling over her legs and ass as she climbed the short stairwell leading up to the plane.
The last four had then followed her inside, while receiving some last minute instructions from Fred. No formal goodbye was made by him when she entered the plane, because, first, they would for sure meet again every now and then, and, second, she had received his farewell fuck earlier that morning right after he entered her room to tell she would be moving back that day.
As she had looked at him dumbfounded, he said: "You can thank me by sucking me off now..."
And even while she still detested sucking a guys cock as much as the first day she had met George/Fred again, she had slid down on her knees and looking up with a demure look (that she knew Fred liked), she had expertly undone his fly and lifted the already half-erect cock from its confinement.
The weeks (or had it already been several months that her ordeal of degradation and humiliation had been going on? She had completely lost track of time in the DataSerf headquarters/Fred's mansion) of training kicked in and with practiced ease she lifted the large sack with balls out of his pants as well.
Outward still the perfect fuckslut, as she fondled the hairy scrotum with one and massaged the stiffening cock with the other hand, she felt her stomach churn and the bile rise in her throat from anger that she had to endure all this. The feeling of kneeling down in front of this man and simply jacking of (and soon sucking of) his cock, only for his pleasure, sent a shiver of anger throughout her body. But she had no choice... if she protested, lingered or resisted the punishment would be even more severe compared to the current (and coming) discomfort. And discomfort she would feel, because she knew quite well how big the cock from Fred would become. She knew quite well how how her jaws would need to open up and she knew also quite well how the tip of his cock would slide down all the way down her throat...
But even now, as she anticipated the painful penetration of her mouth, she felt her cunt getting wet from the lewd manipulation of the now stiffened piece of meat in front of her face. She detested this even more then having to service a man.... Her own body was betraying her!!
Pulling back the thick foreskin one final time, Cynthia moistened her lips and let the fleshy knob of Fred's cock slip between her wet lips. As the fleshpole entered her mouth deeper and deeper she relaxed her throat and, like a pro-hooker after working the strip for several years, subdued her gagreflex.
The all too familiar, but still revolting, feeling of Fred's massive veined cock sliding in and out her mouth continued to stimulate the autonomous response of her body. She felt more and more moisture well up between her engorged cuntlips.
"Nngg," she moaned after a very deep push from Fred.
"Yes, sweety, I know it's exciting you to suck my cock. You can finger your cunt now if you want" she heard Fred speak from above.
Cynthia knew that any of the 'suggestions' made by Fred (or any of his men for that matter) needed to be interpreted as a direct command. So, she spread her legs somewhat and with the stick of meat prodding the back of her throat, she let one hand slide between the wet underwear and her slippery throbbing pussy. The other hand kept up the massage of the big scrotum that hung at the base of Fred's cock.
"Ungh!" another moan escaped from the lips that locked tightly around cock as she squished three fingers through her spread open cunt. She noticed the sounds it produced. The heat of her sex almost was unbearable and she felt aroused and disgusted at the same time. It seemed as if performing or even seeing any sexual activity, no matter how small or filthy, simply put her own libido into overdrive these days... and those sinful, lustful feelings could not be denied anymore as before. They only stopped after she experienced a solid orgasm by being fucked. She had discovered these last weeks that she even could not rely on her own fingers.
The sopping of Cynthia's fingers in her cunt did not go unnoticed to Fred. He pulled his spit covered cock from her mouth and beckoned her on her feet again.
A small push and Cynthia faced the wall. While she continued rubbing her pussy, Fred lifted her short mini-skirt, exposed and admired her shapely ass.
Pushing her over, Cynthia kept her balance by leaning against the wall with her free hand. She knew better than to stop masturbating.
Even while he did not expect any other outcome, Fred was after all pleased by the current behavior of his latest addition to his stable of (sometimes reluctantly) willing and able, but 'somewhat' Z-addicted women. From a truly prim and proper businesslike woman Cynthia had been transformed into a cock-craving, sperm-needing fuck-slut to be used by any and all males that crossed her path. Fred's pre-cum leaking cock jumped at the thought of the amount of cock she would have to accept in the coming months. Sure, she would not bring in much money. But the degradation and humiliation she would suffer made up more than enough of it!
And with that pleasant thought he plunged his shaft with one firm thrust all the way from behind in her slippery and wet cunt.
"Ahhh..." Cynthia moaned as the wall of her pussy got stretched. She could feel the head of his cock already press against her cervix.
And then his cock got pulled out again, until only the wide head was still stuck between her engorged lips.
Her fingers now moved from her own slit a bit further down and tickled Fred's balls every time they slapped against her cuntlips when he finished his brutal thrusts inside her.
After the blowjob she did not have to wait long and as Fred piked up speed after a handful of thrusts, his grunts indicated his approaching orgasm.
Two more times his cock penetrated her slick but tight pussy. With the last one he pushed the thick head all the way through her cervix.
Even while the pain of this deep and sudden violation shot through her womb like a lighting bolt, she kept her stance and even managed to massage Fred's balls as they kept on pumping load after load of thick hot sperm straight in her womb.
Now her hand was joined by one of Fred's and their joined fingers provided the little stimulation to her clit that was need to send her over the edge as well.
The pain of her split open cervix was totally washed away by the force of her orgasm. And as an added bonus for Fred, the spasms in her cuntmuscles milked the last drops of cum from his still erect manhood.
Cynthia leaned painting against the wall as Fred pulled out with an audible slurping sound. It felt so gross and demeaning to her... to be so completely fucked and totally wet like a cheap whore, against her will and with no possibility to avoid this.
The small slap on her ass that Fred gave her as he told her to 'get going, because the car would leave in 30 minutes' only underlined her situation in her mind.

Seeing Fred disappear from her view out of the window as the plane taxied over the runway, did not put Cynthia in a relaxed mood at all.
After all, she was now in the plane with Mark and his team of teenage Mexican boys. And God only knows what they may be up to now their boss was out of sight.
At least in the mansion, she somehow felt protected (for lack of a better word) by the presence of Fred. Even as other men performed the most vile acts on her, the (probably idle, she realized) hope that Fred would keep her from any real harm, kept her on her feet.
Securely strapped in her seat she felt the plane pick up speed during its liftoff run. The thick lush leather seats felt comfortable as she was pressed in their embrace once the plane started its ascend to cruising altitude and speed.
Some fifteen minutes later, the 'fasten seatbelts' sign switched off and as she removed them, she heard the telltale clicks of some of the men behind her.
The remainder of the flight passed pretty uneventful. Of course, she had to suck Sanchez cock. And, yes, getting Mark's ten-incher rammed up her ass still hurt like hell. Even if she was sort of preoccupied with jacking off Luis at the same time. The only thing that she really felt ashamed about was when she was on her back draped over of one of the larger tables between the chairs and Carlos was fucking her standing up. His strong bucking thrusts just made her whole body and most noticeable her tits wiggle obscenely in the rhythm that he provided. That she finally came screaming and moaning twice as he kept on fucking her, while Mark and Sanchez each slapped a jiggling tit back and forth with their open hands, made the shame and humiliation that she felt only more intense.
But that left her mind soon enough, just after the blinding flash of pain as the needle, that was stuck in her sensitive nipple of her right tit, delivered its dose of Zomgra into her bloodstream. That wonderful vortex of lights and sounds blotted out everything else as Cynthia sank away in the now well-known revery.

When Cynthia awoke, she felt the plane already busy with its landing and too soon touched the runway. She had been hitched makeshift in her seat and strapped in by the men. Of course they had spend next to no time on her clothes. As she scrambled for the exit on her high heels, to keep up with them, she noticed that she only wore a thin, almost see-through blouse and the (in her opinion, way too) short skirt that ended well above her knees. When she left, she still had a bra, cardigan and stockings as well. Somehow the men had lost them or simply decided not to put them on her again. And, noticing the lack of stockings, she Cynthia also notices the lack of underwear! She was naked underneath her skirt!
She wanted to climb back on the stairs back into the plane to retrieve her panties, but the pilot locked the door as she stumbled upwards to the entrance.
Horrified by the thought of walking half-naked through the check-in gate, she walked briskly up to behind the four men and fell in line.
And, to make matters even worse, she felt the part of the enormous load of cum, that Carlos deposited in her waiting pussy, was slowly dripping out again! God, this was not happening to her, was it!?
The cool air conditioned arrivals hall felt good after the short but hot walk in the burning sun on the tarmac. Keeping her legs as close together as possible, Cynthia shuffled along the line behind the men. Looking down, trying to see if the dripping down sperm was already showing on her thighs below the short hemline of her skirt, she was shocked to see her nipples stand out right through the flimsy cloth of the blouse. The cool air being the culprit for this. Already she could see boys and men in other lines cast sideways glances to her.
This was terrible. She crossed her arms in front of her tits and dutifully she shuffled with her legs as close together as possible to the gate.
Giving her a thorough once over, the TSA-officer made her stand in the middle of the backscatter scanner. From Mark and the others before her, she already noticed that the procedures has been revised since the last time.
"Please stand still, place your feet ten inch apart and put your arms aside your body. Ma'am..." The officer hesitated and swallowed once as the hard nipples on top of Cynthia's firm boobs pointed very straight in his direction. From one of the other lines a few whistles and even a soft wolf-call emanated as she lowered her arms.
To Cynthia it seemed as if everybody in the hall now noticed her erect nipples and was looking at them. Confused she looked at the stern looking well-build officer. She could see that he was trying to maintain a professional attitude, but the somewhat expanding bulge in his crotch belied that outward appearance.
"Your feet, please, Ma'am" he repeated more sternly. Cynthia was afraid to open her legs more. She had already felt more and more of the semen drip down to the entrance of her pussy. But the office left her no choice. For sure he considered her a slut and given her skimpy clothing and her obvious excitement due to her erect nipples, he would not see any problems in making her do his bidding. And as she spread her legs just a little bid wider, a decent sized glob of sticky sperm slipped through her lips and landed on the floor between her feet.
The eyes of the officer bulged, just as his crotch, and with a "Please step aside into the examination room, Ma'am" she was escorted away from the bodyscanner. Another set of whistles and wolf-calls followed her as the officer took her by the arm and escorted her inside. She was sure she even heard someone jeer "He's gonna get himself some sloppy seconds..."

Once inside the room, the TSA-officer pushed her down on an office chair, locked the door, rummaged in a drawer of his desk and said to her: "Lift your skirt and then spread your legs..."
When he turned around, he put on the two latex gloves he retrieved from the desk. Cynthia looked dumbfounded at him.
This government official was telling her to raise her skirt and expose herself to him? Why was there no female attendant present?
"Listen up, bimbo, I am not going to repeat myself... It's been a long day and I just worked a double shift... If you had not showed up with your freshly fucked, cumfilled pussy, I would have been cruising home in my air-conditioned car"
As he edged closer to her, he continued: "Instead, as it turns out, I am here with you for another 30 to 45 minutes in this soundproof, securely locked and non-CCTV monitored room."
Of course , the room was monitored, by he knew exactly how to get to the files and make 'safety backups' for his own personal collection. No need to make the woman any wiser though...
"And all because you leaked a suspicious fluid from your fuckhole... making you a potential terrorist. I'd say that deserves a LOT of cooperation from your end, CUNT!"
At 'LOT' he kicked her left foot to the side and at 'CUNT' her right one flew in the other direction.
Cynthia was now tightly pushed back against the back of the chair, with her tits straining against the see-though blouse and her legs spread wide open. Even her short skirt offered no protection for her pussy anymore. She looked straight ahead and right in front of her was the bulging crotch of the officer.
Knowing that there would be hell to pay if Mark and the Spires brothers had to wait too long, she took the only course she could think of.
Even if it would make her a total slut in the eyes of the officer, and especially because it was such a humiliating and disgusting thing to do...
Looking up at the muscular man, she said with a demure voice: "I am very sorry, officer, but I hope this might make your time worth while."
And she unbuckled the belt around his tight fitting trousers. She could see the obscene bulge getting bigger. When she unzipped the fly and pulled down his pants, a strong masculine odor wafted from between his legs. He had not lied about the double shift... he reeked of sweat, male hormones and all the other pungent smells a guy carries along after a long day of hard work. The only thing that kept his erection still somewhat in check was his jockstrap.
Still looking upwards with her brown eyes, she saw the big guy starting to grin and without further encouragement she pulled down the jockstrap as well.
Over 10 inch (and still rapidly growing due to its new found freedom) of circumcised, sweaty cockmeat sprang upwards.
"Mmm..." Cynthia cooed (and hated herself for this display of wantonness), "I like it when an officer salutes a woman...."
Grabbing the massive rod with both hands, she licked the head and tasted his strong, sweaty, salty maleness. Cynthia slowly massaged the cock, while fighting a gagreflex of repulsion. God, that thing smelled ripe... And it had already a pearl of pre-cum appearing from its pee-hole.
She was convinced that this was not going to take long and starting licking the purple colored big head.
The officer let go of an appreciative moan. "Mmm... yeah, keep doing that!"
Wrapping her lips completely around the fleshy mushroom shaped end, Cynthia intensified the rubbing over his now rock hard cock.
"Oh, yes.. take it all in!" And small uncontrolled jerks of his hips did indeed push the cock deeper and deeper in her mouth.
With her tongue now firmly pressed against, and stimulating, the sensitive undersize of his dick, Cynthia now fully tasted the tangy flavor of the sweat-covered pole.
This time the gagreflex could not be stopped, the taste was just too foul for her. But it only caused the long cock to penetrate her beyond her esophagus and the contractions of her throat on the wide and stiff cock only increased his pleasure. Luckily for Cynthia the violent spasming of her throat made the officer cum quick and after another few strokes on the part of the cock that was still outside her mouth, she felt the head of the cock expand in her throat as it spurted out several loads of sperm.
When the flood of male juices and the moaning above her head both stopped, she slowly pushed the officer away and felt the softening cock slide all the way outside.
"Damn! You even suck better than my wife!"
Cynthia's cheeks flushed red... she totally missed the wedding ring around his finger! She had just sucked off a married guy. Someone who was suppose to faithful to his lawful wedded wife... she should have been stronger and resisted more. Humiliated she realized that she now could add 'adulteress' to the list of things she had become lately.
Thinking about her latest 'achievement' she failed to notice that the cock left behind a strand of cum all over her see-through blouse when the officer pulled back.
What she did notice was that he lifted her without any effort from the chair and placed her on her back on the examination table.
"What...!?" she stuttered surprised. Surely, after the oral ministrations that he forced from her, his immediate sexual needs had been satisfied. So Cynthia did not understand why she was now placed with her ass near the edge of the table with her legs dangling down.
"That pussy of yours still needs to be examined for suspicious objects. Don't even think that something simple like a blowjob would make me forget my sworn duty!"
And again her legs were brutally spread. "Jesus, slut... you're soaking wet down there! And it is not just sperm from your mile-high-fuck earlier today...  Seems I was not the only one who liked the blowjob!"
Cynthia had no way to defend herself against this remark. Even while she had hated giving that blowjob, to the officer her body (or more specifically her wet and engorged pussylips) told a different story. Denying it would only make matters worse and cause her more humiliation.
With one latex-covered hand he spread her cunt open even more and two thick fingers from the other were unceremoniously shoved inside her slippery vagina and started probing her tight fuck channel.
On her back, Cynthia stared at the ceiling and tried not to get excited by the treatment the officer was giving her.
"Ngg..." she moaned in a reflex and bucked her hips slightly upward as the man rammed in both fingers and pressed his thumb on her exposed and sensitive clit.
"Don't move, bitch. With you being all wet and slippery its already difficult enough to feel if you're hiding something in there!"
He now pushed on her complete vulva to keep her down, all the while keeping her lips spread open with one hand, while the other 'searched' for illegal substances.
Of course, he knew the distress and embarrassment he was causing her. Her flushed cheeks and ragged breath told him more then enough. Keeping up his movements for another few minutes he had Cynthia moaning continuously on the table and riding her cunt harder and harder against his hand.
"Oo... Nghhh... Oo... NGGHHH.. OOOOOOO!" she ended her ride with an shattering orgasm, clamping her cunt down on the fingers inside. The mixed flood of sperm and female juices coming out of her spasming vagina almost looked like a real ejaculation.
"Ok... I think there's nothing down there, ma'am." the officer ended his examination and removed his gloves, while Cynthia caught her breath and lowered her skirt as far as she could over her thighs.
Only when she walked out of the examination room towards Mark and the Spires-boys, she noticed the telltale string of cum that ran from top to bottom over her see-through blouse. With a bright red head of shame she followed them, in a way glad that she did not have to tell them what happened in that room. Her cum-covered blouse told them (and the other passengers...) all that was necessary.
