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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 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!!"
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