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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 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.

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