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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 8 - Electro tit-torture

   Fast forwarding several weeks (in which Cynthia has been trained
reluctantly but successfully to perfection in becoming Fred's newest (but
certainly not latest) one-track-minded, cock needing, fucktoy) finds her
almost on her way back home and her re-applying for her former job with Mr.
Johnson.

   As Fred (and his accomplishes) had made it at several, if not all of the
last, 'training-session' clear to her: No cock up her twat, ass or mouth
meant no Z-drug.  And she knew what the lack of Z could do to her...  after
her last refusal to go down on Fred's tool at once, he had cut her her
supply.  She still remembered getting hornier and hornier every day... 
ending with her rubbing her own cunt for a hours on a stretch, until she
collapsed from exhaustion.  Still unsatisfied, still needing cock.  The
video she had been shown, once she got around and could think again, had
been one of the most degrading experiences in her life.  She had seen
herself being dragged to another room after she had collapsed, brought back
to semi-consciousness again and then several members from one of the
well-known NBA-teams had fucked her for 5-6 hours.  Fred had made her watch
all 6 hours of defilement.  She had been fucked by 1 to 4 guys at the same
time, and even when she had been fucked by those 4 (2 up her cunt, 1 in her
mouth and the 4th just managed to put the first half of his 9 incher in her
ass) she had been jacking off 2 more guys as well).  Cynthia was really
humiliated and disgusted of seeing herself being so abused.  And while her
body on the video simply seem to responded to the stimulation, she saw
herself cum time and time again as the members of the team seemed
insatiable.

   And to finish the punishment, she had been given over to the three
nephews from Pedro and their mentor Mark.  The boys ranged in age from 14
to 19 and had been brought into the organization by Pedro.  But to avoid
nepotism, Fred had assigned not Pedro but Mark, another of his close and
longtime accomplices, to guide and train them in seducing and blackmailing
more women.  Mark had a knack of finding the more plain and demure
housewife type of women and let them just do enough to be caught on video
and make them available to further blackmail.  And in this day and age that
type of women, with still that hint of reluctance as they got down to suck
a guy, were in high demand.  The latest catch from the Spires brothers had
been twenty-four year old Lucy, the newly wed wife of their parish
preacher. Mark had introduced them to her and her husband, telling them
that the boys wanted to do some chores in and around the parish building.
As Mark and Rev.  Hutchins had made a tour across the area to make an
inventory, the boys had made an inventory and tour across Mrs. 
Hutchins.... Thanks to her husbands inability to perform sufficient during
their wedding trip to Yucatan, she had succumbed so easy to the charms of
the three pretty Mexican boys in her own parish.  When Mark came back into
the house (with Rev.  Hutchins being called away for some errant), all he
had to do was to take some pictures of Lucy being fucked missionary style
by the oldest, Luis, while Sanchez and Carlos had been each sucking a big
nipple on the small B-cup but firm tits from the horny blonde woman.  So...
as a reward for reeling in another middle class hooker for Fred's stable,
they were given some quality time with with Cynthia.  And that it meant
additional training for Cynthia was an added bonus as far as Fred was
concerned.  Apart from their usual smooth behavior, the three boys still
had to learn to play it rough when needed.  And Fred had the feeling that
Cynthia still needed some roughing up, before she truly and totally would
break and become the well-trained, obedient and never complaining fuck-toy
he wanted her to be.

   Cynthia had been allowed to dress again, but the clothes she had to
choose from had totally not been up to her standards and wishes.  No normal
shoes, but only knee-high (or higher) boots with long stiletto heels... 
Skirts that barely covered her thighs, while she definitely preferred her
hemlines below her knees...  Short sleeved shirts that fitted like a second
skin, and clearly showed the outline of her bra...  and even that was not
of the type she usually wore...  She could only choose between 3/4 push-up
bra or one with full cups, but with openings so that her nipples poked out!
And worst of all: no slip!  Her pussy was directly exposed to the
surrounding air.  She was abhorred by the choices of these slutty clothes
that she had to make.  But it was this or going totally naked...  so in the
end she had selected a pair of brown leather boots that ended just below
her knees, a brown suede skirt that reached not even halfway down her
thighs and fitted round her ass like a glove and a light brown/beige
sleeveless shirt which barely hung around her shoulders, so she had to opt
for the strapless bra with the holes that made her nipples poke into the
shirt.  At least she managed to get some matching colors...  some decency
at least...  however, the pressure from the too tight bra made her nipples
stiff all the time and she felt very uncomfortable as the telltale bumps on
the shirt exposed her excitement.  As she walked around the room, she got
more and more angry about the clothes she had put on.  The high heels made
her hips turn forward and she had to swing her ass left and right to even
keep her balance.  The tight skirt kept on creeping upward, exposing more
and more thigh and even threatening to show the bottom of her ass or
worse!! And as she swayed her ass that was firmly gripped by the skirt, her
boobs counteracted and made her nipples rub against the shirt...  But
sitting with a skirt this short was no option.  If someone entered the
room, he would be able to see right up her cunt.  And even if by now she
had been trained (almost) sufficient to obey the commands of a man, to
present and expose herself just like that was not something she be willing
to do.  Turning around for yet another stroll across the room, she saw the
three young men coming in.  Somehow she suddenly felt comforted by their
appearance.  Not every person she met had to be a adult brutal sexist
rapist of a man.  Too bad for Cynthia that today the boys had been
instructed to roughen up the object of their attention.  Both as a reward
for bringing in Lucy Hutchins into the stable and also (unknown even to
them) as a another test of their capabilities and progress.  So, now both
Fred and Mark watched the monitors as the boys stepped into the room and
approached Cynthia.  Right from the moment the three of them stepped into
the room, Cynthia knew they going to be trouble (for her that was...).  The
way they already undressed her with their eyes, the way they fanned out and
surrounded her like a pack of wolves and the lewd remarks about her
appearance only confirmed this.  The youngest one introduced them: "Hi
sweety, the tall one over there is Luis, the one grabbing his crotch is
Sanchez and I am Carlos.  Nice outfit by the way...  love how your nipples
are hard...  Would you like me to suck them?" In a flash of anger, after
all, how dared a young boy like him to address her in this way, she took a
step in his direction and made an attempt to slap him across his face.  Who
did he think he was?  Of course, the moment she raised her arm, both Luis
and Sanchez grabbed her and kept her back.  She was dragged across the room
and thrown on one of the tables.  "Madre Dios...  Fred was right...  you do
need some attitude readjustment!" Cynthia tried to free herself, but the
two older boys kept her in place while Carlos deftly tied her legs to the
ones from the table.  Bent at the knees, she was pressed backwards on the
table by the two older brothers and the youngest of the trio looked right
up her skirt.  Still trying to free herself, she bucked her hips in all
directions, not realizing she was presenting Carlos with an excellent view
of her pussy in action.  "Oh...  look at that...  no panties...  nice
little cunt you got there, lets have a better look!" And with an ease that
belied his age, a butterfly knife appeared as out of nowhere in his hand.
Cynthia's eyes widened as she saw the razor sharp blade in the boys hands
and realized that he had seen the lewd movements she had made a few seconds
before.  "Now don't move that pussy, or some accidents might happen." Two,
three quick slashed were placed with surgical precision.  That was all that
was needed to cut away the tight brown skirt from her hips.  From her knees
up to her belly button, she was now fully exposed to the gazes of the three
boys.  Not knowing where to look, she turned her head from left to right,
only to be confronted with the bulging erections in the older boys pants.
Disgusted at their reactions, she stared up again at the ceiling.  So, she
only heard them remove their clothes.  The next sensation she felt, was
Carlos fingers being rudely shoved between her opened legs and in her
pussy. "Ouch!" she screamed.  "Better get wet soon, bitch!  I am just
stretching you a bit for Sanchez...  Or Mr.  Coke Can as he is known in our
neighborhood..." Cynthia looked to her right, where the middle brother had
just finished undressing.  She felt the blood drain from her face when she
saw the monster that hung between his legs...  His nickname was totally
earned, his cock was short and thick.  And, while Sanchez stroked it, it
slowly rose to its full erection.  Now it was indeed as thick as a can of
coke.  That humongous tool was never going to fit!  It would tear her to
pieces!  But even as she was thinking this, her subconscious thought were
already preparing for the assault.  "Ah..  that's a good girl!  You're
already getting wet...  it seems you like fat cocks then...!" Cynthia did
not know what was more humiliating.  The fact that her own body betrayed
her will or the fact that the youngest of the Mexican boys pointed this out
to her.  Carlos pulled his fingers from her now soaking pussy and left the
position between her legs, only for it to be taken by Sanchez.  Entranced
by the massive piece of meat, she looked with horror as he place the top
against her pussy.  Sanchez leaned forward and started to open her up. 
"Nnngg..." Cynthia moaned as the entrance of her cunt got opened up.  It
hurt like hell and the head of his cock was not even half way!  "Relax,
bitch!  Don't fight it!  I am going inside anyway!" Sanchez warned her as
he increased the pressure.  "Aaaahh!!!" she felt as if she was ripped in
half when the cock proceeded another inch.  "Madre Maria...  she is pretty
tight for an old bitch!" Suddenly Cynthia's arms were pulled over her head
and before she had time to respond, her shirt was removed.  The cloth
rubbed over her still hard and so sensitive nipples.  It made her moan in
pleasure and buck her hips upward in pleasure.  But that pleasure was
instantly replaced as the wide cock of Sanchez landed deep in her pussy all
at once. 
"Oh-god-oh-god-it-is-too-big-take-it-out-i-am-torn-open-take-it-out-out-out
!" Cynthia shrieked but her own body belied her as it kept on humping
against the pelvis and coke can sized cock (now totally buried in her
cunt). After a few more humps, her cries of pain became less and less.  The
slow pumping of Sanchez in and out her overstretched pussy even had a
strange soothing influence.  Cynthia closed her eyes and tried to relax as
much as possible.  Soon the boy would cum for sure and he would pull out.
Too bad for her the boys had other plans.  As Cynthia was stretched out
with her hands kept together above her head by her pulled up shirt, her
firm tits pushed her large pink nipples through the cutout holes from her
bra.  While their brother continued to slowly fuck the comely brunette
beneath him, Luis and Carlos had retrieved a tit-vise from one of the
drawers.  Opening up the torture device, they placed the two parts above
and below her tits.  When Cynthia felt the device being placed, her eyes
flashed open again and horrified she saw the screws being tightened.  "No,
no, please don't..." But the boys did not even remove her bra, and soon her
nipples were being pushed further through the rough edged openings in the
cups, because the fat and milk producing glands behind those nipples were
squeezed together by the ever increasing pressure from the tit-vise. 
"Aaaargh..." Cynthia cried as her tits started to hurt more and more. 
Sanchez looked at the tortured woman below him and the pained look on her
face excited him.  Increasing the speed and dept he also increased
Cynthia's pain.  "Please stop.  Oooowww...." the tortured woman now howled
as her bra-clad tits were clamped in from above and below and the burning
pain in her stretched out cunt increased further and further.  "Wow... 
look at those nipples" said Carlos, "As hard as diamonds!" Luis, never a
man of many words, looked and pinched one of the now dark pink rock hard
bumps.  "Aiiiii!" another yelp of Cynthia as the combined assault on her
cunt and tits continued.  Luis walked back to the side of the room. 
Opening and closing several series of drawers, he finally found the piece
of equipment he was looking for.  A small electrical transformer... 
together with the matching powerful lithium-ion polymer batterypack, it was
just what he needed.  This was so much better the leftover car batteries,
makeshift wires and clamps he had to use back home when he and his brothers
managed to bring in some girl.  Rummaging a bot more, he also found the
matching crocodile clamps.  Returning to the table he saw Sanchez still
shoving his thick cock in and out the good looking brunette on the table.
They told him her name, but he did not remember it.  It was not important
anyway.  What was important were the ways in which they could make her
scream.  If the bitch thought that the massive cock stretching her cunt and
the tit-vice clamping down on her, now purple coloured, tits were painful,
she was in for a rough surprise...  "Sanchez, stop for a moment.  You make
her tits bounce like a dust-bunny in the windy desert!" Cynthia opened her
eyes as the fat cock stayed locked for blissful moment inside her cunt.  No
more pain from being stretched out to far.  Even the horrible pain from the
tit-vice that squeezed her boobs from top and bottom almost became
bearable. But as she looked beyond her rock hard nipples that proudly poked
through the holes in her bra, all thoughts of current pain immediately
disappeared!  Luis was coming toward her and when she saw what he intended
to do, she started to scream: "No, no, please don't...  oh noooo
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Her plea turned into a howl
of pain.  Luis had, in one smooth movement indicating years of practice,
clamped both vicious crocodile clamp without any problem on both her
nipples.  The sharp teeth of the claps send wave after wave of sharp biting
pain through her tensed and sensitive nipples.  She could feel every one on
her heartbeats being amplified a thousand fold jolt of pain as blood got
pumped through her areolae and nipples.  She did not even notice that
Sanchez had started fucking her again, in tune with her cries of pain. 
"Ah!" Stroke in...  "Oh!" Stroke out...  Eventually the numbing pain in her
nipples lessened and her painful cunt and back and forth jiggling squashed
boobs became the centre of her universe of pain again.  Until Luis switched
on the high-powered batterypack connected with wires to the two clamps. 
"AAAARGH!!  Oh-oh-oh-oh!!!" Cynthia arched her back and bounced on the
table as Luis played with the current and let it go from her left to her
right tit and vice versa.  Power down and she fell back on the table... 
Power up and her back arched upward again, stretching the skin of her
tortured tits even further!  But even under this degrading and painful
treatment, she noticed that she actually was getting excited!  Cynthia
could not believe this was happening.  Here she was on her back being
fucked by a thick cocked Mexican, while one of brothers tortured her tits
and the other kept her shoulder pressed on the table to prevent her from
bouncing it as she got jolted by wave after wave of electricity.  And
still, she could feel the arousal grow inside her.  It was as if her body
instinctively knew that giving those men what they wanted (a docile,
compliant woman that cums when they wanted it) might perhaps end the pain
they were inflicting on her.  Sensing a way out of this, she started to
hump back against Sanchez' thrusts, even at the increased pain that his fat
cock caused as it pumped deeper inside her vaginal folds.  Slowly her cries
of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure and even the current, that Luis
sent through her tits, almost started to feel good!  "AH!  OH!  nnngg... 
AH!  Oh!  nnnngggg..." and after a few minutes she even urged on the guys
to bring her to her climax.  "God, yes, fuck-that-cock-deep-inside...  I am
almost there...  Ah-ah-dmhrdnwnnggn!!!" The cries of her orgasm were cut
short as Carlos stuffed his cock deep inside her wide open mouth.  Seeing
his brothers fuck and torture this high-class American bitch had given him
a hard cock that was ready to explode.  The muffled screams from Cynthia as
she rocked through her own orgasm made her throat ripple over his cockhead
and at the same time that he saw Sanchez tighten up and unload his sperm in
her cunt, he pumped his own load deep in the throat of the spasming
brunette beneath him.  Luis gave one last turn on his electrical toy and as
Cynthia gasped for breath when Carlos pulled out, he yanked away the clamps
from her tits, almost severing her nipples.  Luckily for Cynthia he only
drew some blood from the small holes where the clamps had pierced the
tender flesh from her nipples.  Not that she noticed any of this, because
she had passed out once the orgasm had given her the release from the pain
that she needed.

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