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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 9 - Fucked my two guys and a machine

   With the experiences regarding the basketball team and the
Spires-brothers (and her reluctance to comply with Fred's instruction which
caused her those punishments in the first place) still a fresh memory in
her mind, Cynthia was glad that her body recuperated well from the abuse
she experienced.  Only after a few days the bruises, that she suffered from
the tit-torture that those Mexican boys had given her, had already healed.
Even while Fred had still fucked her brutally every day.  One day he was
accompanied by another guy, named Mark.  Later she learned that he usually
worked together with the Spires-boys in bringing in new blackmailed women
into the organisation.  That day she learned for starters that Mark's cock
stretched her cunt and ass just as wide as the one from Fred when it got
pounded in her.  As he and Fred entered the room, she already knew what to
expect.  The last weeks had taught her that trying to avoid in getting
fucked or having to perform a blowjob was useless.  Even if she loathed to
do so, having a pro-active attitude and expectation of what the men
sexually wanted from her usually meant less problems for her in the end. 
Of course, she sometimes still would end up with a sore pussy,
overstretched jaws or her face and hair full of cum, but generally her
compliance meant less problems and pain.  One more thing she learned was
that accommodating the perceived wishes of the men was no guarantee for a
painless event.  So, while she asked Fred who his handsome visitor was, she
saw his eyes roam over her body.  Even the short skirt, with the hemline
halfway between her knees and her crotch (way too high in her opinion!) and
the spandex shirt that Fred allowed her to wear these days, did nothing to
hide her body from his unashamed gazes!  Forcing herself to behave, she
said: "I hope you like what you see!"
The smile and confirmation from Mark was only affirmed by the bulge in

his pants that seemed to appear in an instant.  Inward disgusted by this
behavior she managed to put up another smile and said that she would be
happy to serve him in any way he or Fred could think off.  Even as she
spoke the words, she felt the bile almost rise up from her stomach.  How
could she, Cynthia Hauser, a mature, well-educated, professional IT-career
women, who would not have given these sort of men even the time of day if
*their* lives depended on it, behave like a cheap money-starved
waitress/fuckbunny at a Vegas-convention waiting for her umpteenth
customer? But even while she thought about the reversal of fortune in her
life, the men had already undressed and closed in on her and without much
effort she was stripped of her clothes and being fondled by the two
muscular men.  While Mark untied and pulled down the skirt over her ass
(squeezing it abundantly while tugging on the piece of cloth), Fred grabbed
the bottom of the shirt and pulled it upwards.  Knowing that she'd better
not resist her captor, Cynthia lifted her arms and let the shirt being
pulled over her still somewhat sensitive tits and nipples.  No bruises were
to be seen anymore, but especially the nipples were after all a bit tender
due to the brutal alligator-clamps that Luis had used as he jolted the
electricity from one nipple to another.  Even if the two men realized that
the soft moan she uttered, when the tight spandex hem of the shirt rubbed
over her nipples, was one of mild pain, they did not show it and simply
continued their ministrations as if nothing had happened.  Mark's hands,
once they removed the skirt from her feet, now slid back up over her long
and shapely legs, massaging and squeezing the calves and working his way up
to her thighs.  Knowing how (and where...) his journey would end, Cynthia
spread her legs slightly in advance.  But once Mark's hands reached her
ass, he stood up and assisted Fred in removing the shirt.  She was now
being sandwiched between the large men and their semi erect cocks dangled
lewdly against her legs.  As the shirt left her wrist, Cynthia let her arms
drop down and around Fred's back.  Putting her hands on his ass, she
started pulling him in closer.  Even if she felt more and more like one of
the girls from her high-school or university (the ones that bragged every
Monday about the sexual slutty things they had done last weekend), she had
no choice.  Being stuck between the two obviously excited men, she realized
that any and each sign of reluctance from her would be punished at once. 
The three of them moved to the bed and laid down sideways.  Cynthia was
still facing Fred who was now rubbing her cunt and sucking on her left tit.
Mark had stayed behind her and only now started to work on her ass.  His
fingers already probed the rubbery muscle between her cheeks.  She knew
that Mark would not wait until Fred was done with her pussy...  The
bastards were going to fuck her both at the same time!  During the few
moments she had seen Mark's cock it appeared to equal the one from Fred in
length and girth for sure.  Another moan of anticipation left her throat.
The problem was that Cynthia did not know for what anticipation it had
been....  the pain of being fucked by two such big cocks, or the pleasure
that would invariably arrive and cause her yet another mind blowing
orgasm...  Not that it mattered much, because Fred took this last moan as a
sign that she was ready.  Forcing her legs open, he placed the head of his
cock at the moist lips of her pussy.  A quick thrust or two forward and
Cynthia felt herself being split open once more by the thick shaft of her
main tormentor.  Luckily her pussy started to lubricate faster and faster
because of her 'treatment' of the last weeks, so only the first series of
thrusts made her moan of pain.  Once Fred had buried his cock deep inside
her tight fuck-canal, he rolled on his back and pulled Cynthia on top of
him.  With her legs now left and right of Fred's thighs, she felt her ass
was being spread wide open.  However, the cool air that reached her
sphincter was soon replaced for a few moments by the wet and warm tongue of
Mark.  This time her moan was really one of pleasure, even while she could
not admit it to herself.  And in her mind Cynthia scolded the man that
performed this awful act on her.  Soon Mark replaced his tongue with his
cock.  For sure he was inspired by both his own lust and the rhythmic
pumping of the other cock in Cynthia's cunt, close to his face as he licked
the brunettes asshole.  The head pressed against her slippery asshole and
soon gave way to the intruder.  The sensation that Cynthia felt as her
pussy was entered for the first few strokes, was now repeated but
intensified a thousandfold.  Once the first inch of cock passed her anal
muscle, Mark penetrated her in one big push.  "AAAAAARGHHHHH!" Cynthia
screamed in pain.  She felt as if was being split in half all over again!
With both cocks buried deep inside her, it felt as if they touched each
other inside.  The pulsing of her invaded intestines made her buck wildly
on top of Fred.  But she had nowhere to go...  she had to stay put between
Fred and Mark, each fucking one of her lower holes with deep, long and firm
strokes.  Slowly, very slowly, the pain in her cunt and ass became smaller.
The continuous pounding caused her cunt and anal tissue to stretch and the
lubrication that her cunt provided to its brutal invader also spread to the
cock that violated her ass stroke after stroke.  Even the forceful sucking
and strong fingering of her tits by Fred added to her overall excitement.
But before her excitement could culminate in an orgasm, both Mark and Fred
had theirs.  A few grunts, another series of even more wilder thrusts in
her ass and cunt and both were filled with cum.  Mark pulled out first,
leaving her cumfilled anal hole open and empty (except for the load of
semen in there).  Next Fred pushed her away from him and with a slurping
sound his cum and juice covered cock came out of Cynthia's pussy.  Dazed by
the sudden emptiness in her lower body, she looked at the men and made the
mistake of complaining about her lack of orgasm.  "What!?  You fucking
cunt...  how dare you to complain!" Fred burst out and continued "You want
orgasms?  You'll get them!" And before she knew what happened, she was
manhandled across the room by Fred and Mark, tied belly down with her legs
spread on some kind of rack/table.  Her hand were also tied down to the
posts of the contraption.  In fact, the only part of her body that she
could move was her head.  Even her tits were pulled down on the leather
surface of the table due to her arms being firmly tied to the posts.  While
she was still dazed about the swift and decisive action that the men had
undertaken, she felt a sudden, intense stinging pain on her ass. 
"OOWWHHH!" she howled in shock and pain.  Her body shocked on top of the
rack and the pain spread out all over her ass.  Looking with tear filled
eyes to her left she was just in time to see Fred strike out again with a
large wooden panel.  Cynthia just wondered if it was made of oak or teak
when the vicious paddle landed again with the full force of Fred's anger on
her ass.  "AAAAANNNGGG-ngmmhdhd!" the last part of her scream was cut short
because Mark stuffed his sperm (his...) and shit (hers...) covered cock in
her wide open mouth.  Cynthia was so concentrated on resisting the pain
(and trying NOT to bite down on the cock that was stuffed inside all the
way through her throat) that she did not even notice this fact.  Even in
her confused and painful state, she knew instinctively that clamping her
jaws shut with the large piece of manmeat still inside was not an option.
After another couple of full strokes on now her fiery red asscheeks, Fred
seemed to calm down.  Mark had now managed to slide his cock completely
inside her.  The head was lodged in her throat, so only by breathing
through her nose, Cynthia got the air that she needed.  This also meant
that her screams subsided to wheezy noises coming out of her nose.  Which
made the smacking sounds that occurred when the paddle hit the tender and
sensitive flesh of her ass again all the more audible.  But finally the
ordeal was over, Cynthia thought.  When there had been no next blow for
some time, she only concentrated on the glowing sensation in her ass, and
the cock from Mark that was still lodged in her mouth as far as her
esophagus.  She did not notice what Fred was doing as she tried to relax
her throat and subdue her gag reflex while Mark shoved his cock only for
about an inch back and forth.  The overall pressure her throat was exerting
on the dick of his head felt simply too good for him.  The moment he had
seen the stuck up bitch for the first time in the mansion, had also been
the moment that he wanted to have her.  It had been during Cynthia's second
or third week and she still had displayed her haughtiness and disdain for
male attention of any sort.  And now he was fucking this stuck up cunt all
the way deep in her throat and he could see the lips stretch around the
base of his cock.  As he looked over her shoulders and along her back
towards her red ass, Mark noticed that Fred had just about finished his
preparations.  Right behind Cynthia's spread pussy and ass a small but
powerful electrical engine was placed.  Connected to its main wheel was a
rod converted the rotating motion of the wheel in a back and forth motion.
And on the tip of that rod, a big slightly lubricated silicone dildo about
twice the size of his own cock was present!  Even if the silicone would
compress somewhat when being stuffed inside the woman, she would still be
painfully and mercilessly stretched by the artificial cock.  Mark thought
about this and felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he continued to
slowly pump it in and out the supple, smooth and sensuous mouth of the
bound brunette beneath him.  Listening to Fred's stories about the woman,
he had learned that she had ample opportunity to behave in a way that would
at least look as halfway normal.  But this stuck up bitch had deliberately
chosen her path over the moral high ground.  Destroying the egos and
sometimes even social lives of at least two dozen boys and men.  Freds
records about Cynthia's past had been quit extensive and Mark lust for her
had been fed by payback that he and Fred where going to give her for the
obvious disdain that she treated each and every male with she had met. 
Fred had placed the machine in the right position and positioned the wheel
of the engine in the 'back' position.  Once it started, the artificial cock
would slide forward about ten inches before the wheel would pull it back
again.  Only to repeat the forward movement all over again on the next
rotation of the wheel.  Mark pulled Cynthia closer to him by grabbing her
armpits.  Her nose was now squashed against his pubic hair and the head of
Mark's cock was now past her esophagus.  As the coarse hairs at the base of
his cock tickled her nose and made it difficult to breathe, Cynthia tried
to gulp for extra air through her mouth like a fish on dry land.  But then
all thoughts about air disappeared from her mind as Fred switched on the
fuckingmachine between her spread legs.  The blunt end of the silicone
stick entered her slick cunt in one forceful and unstoppable thrust. 
Despite the slickness due to her previous penetration by Fred, this was
another experience altogether.  It felt as if her complete vagina was being
stuffed inside out in her womb.  Except that the artificial cock bore
itself its all the way into the core of her womanhood and lodged its thick
head way past her cervix.  "AAAARRGGHH!!" she wanted to scream, but thanks
to Marks cock still deep in her throat, only a desperate 'M-ng-aa-ngggg...'
was heard over the slapping sounds of Mark scrotum against her chin and the
soft electric hum of the machine.  Just by the time she realized that she
had been raped by the piece of plastic, the machine pulled it out.  Only to
ram it back inside her burning cunt again with the same ruthlessness. 
Another muffled scream wriggled its way past Mark cock.  And a few tears of
pain dripped down from Cynthia's face while the fuckingmachine continued
its merciless assault on her sensitive cunt.  The silicone snake slid in
and out in the same continuous pumping rhythm.  Slow enough to prevent her
from fainting, but fast enough to let every stroke deliver a jolt of pain
that made her regret her earlier complaint.  From his point of view, Mark
had every opportunity to see the big dildo enter and leave the cunt from
Cynthia.  As it was being pushed in, her engorged outer lips were drawn in
as well, adding extra volume at the base of her vagina.  When the dildo was
pulled out, the fiery red lips appeared again and it seemed as if they
tried to keep the fuckstick inside by clinging on to it.  The head of his
cock now penetrated the esophagus of the bound woman beneath him on every
inward stroke of the machine.  Tied and restricted as she was, Cynthia
still tried to avoid the end of each inward stroke, when the thick cylinder
passed her painfully stretched cervix and landed in her womb.  But her only
'escape' was half an inch forward, only to be totally filled by the veined
real cock of Mark.  When she was able to start thinking again through the
continued painful attack on her cunt, to her shame and embarrassment her
situation looked a lot like that of an animal being roasted above an open
fire.  Penetrated in head and crotch and nowhere to go!  She, who had never
let a guy touch her intimately, let alone fuck her, was now bound and
treated like a spitroasted pig!!  The pain caused by the relentless
pounding of the machine was slowly reduced as her body finally accommodated
the thick artificial cock.  So the stinging pain of yet another slap on her
ass caught her completely by surprise.  Fred had returned and now whipped a
two inch wide leather belt repeatedly.  Cynthia gagged from shock and pain.
The milking action of her throat pushed Mark over the edge and with a quick
jerk he pulled out of Cynthia's mouth.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG! 
Oh-my-fucking-fucking-god stop it!  it hurts sooo BAAAAAAAAAAD!"Cynthia
finally howled as her mouth became available for something else then
sucking cock.  The screams of the bound and pleading brunette were the
final push that Mark needed.  Cynthia continued to scream and cry with
every strike that Fred gave her and Mark felt his balls contract in the
same rhythm.  His sperm shot out and landed all over the bawling brunettes
face and hair.  When his orgasm ended, she was dripping tears and sperm. 
Mark walked to the exit and said: "Fred, let's go for a drink.  The bitch
almost sucked me dry.  She is almost ready to get work again!" That last
part did not register in Cynthia's brain, while Fred had just turned up the
speed of the fuckingmachine.  With her now very sore ass, she started a
continuous session of being fucking and cumming time after time as the
dildo kept on ravaging her pussy.  She never knew how long it lasted,
because she lost consciousness as the machine delivered her tenth or
eleventh orgasm just as efficient as the first....

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