Cindys Poor Choices Ch 03

Later in the night Cindy felt the limp cock slip from her ass. It was followed by cum, drooling from her butt to the sheets below. With Steve's arm drooped over her, she was still unable to move without waking him. Cindy feared that waking him would result in more rape. She could not help thinking how the cum would seep through the sheets, into the mattress, making it harder to hide and get clean. Unable to sleep, her mind festered on this all being her own fault; Seeking to cheat, she deserved the results. Cindy glanced at the clock. It was only 4:00 in the morning. She became well aware of the strangers body next to her. He was handsome, rough, and his body warm. Cuddling would be nice, if it was only Chip. Even limp, the man's cock was much larger than Chip's; And the black man, shit, she still hurt from his cock. Cindy felt like a slut. She had cum from the rapes. It wasn't right. She shouldn't have. Did something inside her welcome the abuse? 'No. There was no way,' she told herself. 'What of tomorrow; Today? Chip would be gone for the rest of the week, and Wesson knew that. She realized that was not his real name. Hell, the Bastard was even married. Did his wife even know he was off raping women while she slept? Could her own husband do such a thing? What did they have planned for her next?' Too many thoughts clouded her mind. She could not sleep.

Cindy had no idea how long she had lain there, when the man stirred behind her. The first thing she felt was his cock, hardening and pressing against her bare thigh from behind. A hand dropped to her breast and began squeezing and manipulating its flesh. 'Damn', she cursed as her nipple began to stiffen from his touch. She tried to lift his arm and slide from the bed. Suddenly the man was wide awake. He rolled her rover and slide across her body.

"Where you going, Lover?" Steve asked.

"I need up. I need to pee," Cindy answered. Her hands were taken and pressed to the pillow above her head.

"I say when you can get up, Cindy17," he said, reminding her of the website interaction. "My needs are more pressing," he told Cindy, grinding his crotch between her naked thighs. As she opened her mouth to speak, he crushed his lips to hers, tongue driving down her throat.

"Please, no. No more," she said through his hard kiss.

"Just spread those legs, Whore. My dick is coming in." His knees forced her apart. Steve rose above her. His cock found her entrance and drove in.

"Agh! no! I'm dry; Still sore!" Cindy cried.

Steve did not care. He began to fuck Cindy, watching her bare tits bounce, as his dick filled her tunnel. Reaching under her butt, his finger found her rosebud. It pierced the tender ring. He used it to lift her up to his thrusts. "Fuck me back, You Slut," he spat.

Cindy had no option but to lift her ass and meet his driving shaft.

After a night of sleep, and a piss, hard on, Steve lasted a good while. He enjoyed the look of pain and humiliation on her face. Rising up to painfully squeeze her tits, he came. Cindy had to endure another filling of her cunt.

"Alright, Slut,' Steve said, withdrawing his dick, and slapping her butt, 'Get your lazy ass up. Take your fucking piss, and clean the fuck up. You smell like a Whore."

Cindy rose, frailly walking to the restroom, cum trailing down her thighs.

After cleaning up, Steve allowed Cindy to wear a thin, terry cloth, housecoat and the high heels from before. He liked the way the heels pronounced her ass and calves. Steve drug her into the kitchen, forcing her to make breakfast, and wait on him. He sat at the dining room table, dressed in a pair of Chip's boxer shorts. She sat next to him, staring blankly at her own breakfast. The sound of the front door made her jump.

"Relax,' he told her, ' Cole has your key." That thought didn't relax her at all.

Cole entered the kitchen, in a clean pair of black jeans, and tight, red t-shirt. A gold chain hung around his thick neck.

"Mmm, smells good," he said. Going to Cindy's side of the table, he tugged her head back by the hair. "How's my Slut?" he asked, forcing a long, wet, kiss to her lips. She made a spitting motion after the kiss. Cole reached beneath the opening of her housecoat, crushing a bare tit in his hand. "Be nice, or I'll bend you over this table, and take your ass for breakfast," he warned.

"Get up. If you're not going to eat, fix Cole a plate," Steve ordered.

Happy to leave the table, Cindy stood to do as ordered.

"Wait,' Cole said. He reached beneath her housecoat and felt the cheek of her naked ass. "Yep, just as I remembered." He laughed, slapped her ass, then sent her on to the kitchen.

"What's the plan you made, Honcho?" Steve asked Cole.

"It's all set up. Club is closed today, so we have all it to ourselves. Course, I invited a few friends to make it interesting," Cole answered.

Cindy overheard them. She had a bad feeling that their plans would include her. After serving Cole his plate, he swiftly jerked her into his lap.

"Sit here. Accompany me while I eat." he said.

Cindy felt his rod through the jeans beneath her. She remembered, too well, how it felt inside her cunt. While still eating, Cole hand went back beneath her housecoat to toy with her breasts. With each tweak of her nipple, she felt his package rise. Finishing his plate, he lifted her up. She stood waiting for her next order, knowing one was sure to come. Cole pushed back his chair and released the zipper of his jeans. Cindy watched the large black cock come up to surface.

"Get down there, Whore,' he said, 'Under the table. I want a blowjob with my coffee."

Cindy looked to Steve, but knew there would be no help from him. She wiped a tear from her face and knelt under their table. The tile floor was cold on her knees. Her hands trembled as they took his cock. Cole brushed her hair back and took her head in his hand.

"There, I want to see that face," he said. Cole watched her with curiosity, as her white hand grasped his dark shaft, bringing it to her lips. He liked that the wedding ring still wrapped her finger. "Mmm," he moaned, lacing his fingers in her soft hair. Cole guided her head, as it bobbed up and down his cock.

"I took her ass last night, while she had phone sex her husband. You should have seen it," Steve remarked.

"Perhaps he'll call later tonight,' Cole said, 'That would be interesting." He gripped Cindy's head and jerked it down. She coughed, gagged, and sputtered on his shaft. "You'll have to do better than that, White Girl. Yes, gag on that cock. Spit on it. Yea. That feels good. You better make it real wet, cause I'm about to fuck you again. I like to breed all my White Whores."

The word, 'Breed', sent chills down her spine.

"Remember the other White Bitch? The Librarian?" Steve recalled.

"You know, I kept her for weeks? Made her take a pregnancy test just before I sold her off to the Duke Brothers. You should have seen the pathetic look on her face," Cole laughed.

"She should be happy. I bet now she finally has some big tits," Steve added with a chuckle.

"And a wider ass to go with that big, round belly," Cole replied. Surprising Cindy, Cole pushed her from his crotch and stood up. Loosening her robe, he opened it to reveal her nude body. "Time to fuck, Slut," he stated.

"No!" Cindy declared, pushing at his thick chest. "I've had enough of you Brutes. Get out, both of you. You've had your fun!"

Cole looked to Steve and laughed. "She's got some nerve; Huh?" He picked Cindy up, like a rag doll and slammed her backwards to the table's surface. Her housecoat was again spread wide. Cole pushed himself between her thighs, and tugged her ass to the table's edge. She fought back, fists flying at his chest, arms, and face. He swatted them away like pesky flies.

Stepping in, Steve took Cindy's wrists and painfully slammed them down to the table above her head. She screamed, back arching, trying to shift her sex away from the hard, black, rod that slapped over her mound.

"No! No! Get off!" she howled. She had heard their discussion of the other woman, and was not about to let that happen to herself. Cindy's fight was useless. The hard shaft pressed between her petals and drove in. "Aghh!' she screamed, tossing her head back and forth on the table, 'No! No!" Painfully the cock stretched her opening, driving its way deeper, regardless.

"Oh, yea. I like it like this,' Cole moaned, 'Her cunt is like a vise when she fights." He grabbed her hips and drove her onto his cock. The table rocked, legs banging on the floor, as he took her.

Cindy closed her eyes, tired of staring into Steve's smiling face. All she could do was endure the brutal rape, praying her body would not react as before. This time, it did not. Cole was too primed for rape, not wanting to take his time, he only wanted release. After only a few minutes of banging her cunt, he groaned, releasing a torrent of cum into her flesh.

"There you go, Slut. Take that seed," he spat.

After pulling his cock away, still on the table, Cindy crumbled into a ball, sobbing. Cum dribbled from her abused sex, splattering on the tile floor. "You're not done. Clean it!" Cole ordered, yanking her to the floor. She hit hard, bruising her hip and elbow. Her head was yanked up by the hair. The filthy, black, shaft was rubbed against her lips. Reluctantly the lapped at its flesh, trying to suck and clean between sobs.

Cole did not wait to get hard again. He pushed her away. "If you'll clean her up, I'll dig through her shit; Find her some clothes for our party," he asked Steve. Steve took her by the sore elbow, dragging her back to the shower. She hobbled on one shoe. The other had fallen by the wayside, lying under the table, in a puddle of cum.

Cole found something in her closet: A light pink, dress. It was way behind the other outfits, buried to the far side. The dress was one-piece, shoulder-less, with two, thin, over the shoulder straps. It appeared to be short and tight. "This should work, he said, tossing it to the bed, along with a pair of shiny, black, 2 3/4" pumps. The pumps had thin, leather, ankle straps.

When they reached the bathroom, Steve stripped the housecoat from Cindy's back. He pushed her down to the toilet seat.

"That got me too fucking hot," he stated, dropping his shorts. Reaching out, he cupped her left tit, massaging it within his fingers while stroking his cock. It was fully hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Open your mouth," he ordered. When Cindy did not react fast enough, he slapped her on the head. "I said open, Whore!" he yelled. Trembling, naked on the toilet seat, Cindy opened her mouth. She expected the shaft to be quickly forced inside, but it did not. "Now, out with your tongue," he commanded. He slapped her again on the head. "Too slow! Out with it!" he yelled. Once her tongue came out, Steve began slapping the face of his cock against its surface, stroking the whole time. Cindy could taste the bits of salty pre-cum. "Hold it out, until I say otherwise," he instructed.

Cindy sat there, shivering, tongue out like some trained dog, waiting on Steve to cum. It wasn't long. The cum burst forward, striking her on the bridge of the nose first, then across her wagging, tongue. She gagged as more hit the back of her throat.

"Keep it out there," He commanded, filling the hollow of her tongue with seed. "Ahh," he moaned, shaking out the last drops across her forehead and cheek. "Now, swallow," he said, stuffing his spent, cock back inside her husband's boxers. "Go,' he told the humiliated wife, 'Go get your Whore self cleaned up. Make yourself nice. If I'm not happy with your looks, I'll beat your tits blue." Sobbing, head hung down in defeat, Cindy entered the shower.

Cindy returned from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She saw the light pink dress and shoes laid out on the bed.

"Put that on," Steve ordered.

"I'm not wearing that. I don't even know if it still fits. I bought it a few years ago. It's too short," Cindy complained.

Cole stepped over and punched her in the gut. Cindy collapsed, dropping the towel, clutching her stomach, and gasping for breath.

"He didn't ask. He fucking told you, Stupid," Cole said.

"Ok. Ok," Cindy replied. She went to the dresser, sliding out a draw.

"What are you doing, Stupid?" Cole asked.

"I'm getting a bra and panties, Asshole. You told me to get dressed."

He slammed the drawer closed, nearly taking off Cindy's fingers. "You don't need that shit. I laid out what you're to wear. Now hop to it, or do I need to hurt you bad?" Cole threatened.

"Ok. Ok. Fine," Cindy replied. She picked up the dress cursing to herself. "You want to step in the next room while I dress?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Steve remarked.

"Figured," Cindy answered.

Cole leaned against the dresser and Steve sat in a nearby recliner, watching as Cindy dressed in embarrassment. The dress did fit, but it was tight; hugging her every curve. With any slight drop in temperature the nipples of her bare, tits would obviously show. The hem came above her mid thighs. When she leaned over to fit her heels, she knew she was giving the men a show. That would have been kinda hot, had it not been these two, evil, rapists she deplored. Steve led her to the dresser to sit, make her hair, and face. He gave her two large, silver hoop, earrings to adorn her ears. Surprisingly, Steve was pretty good at bringing out her beauty. She had to admit; She looked good for her age. Lately, the way her life had been, she had only dressed quickly, not caring that much about her looks. Only when she had started doing videos for Wesson, did she really work to look appealing. Still, she was frightened. Cindy could only hope they were taking her someplace nice, but she definitely did not want to be seen with them.

'What if someone I know sees me with them; Like this?' she thought.

It was around 2:30 P.M. by the time they left. 'Who the fuck parties at this time?' Cindy pondered. To Cindy's dismay and fury, they took her car. Steve drove with Cindy pushed into the rear seats with Cole. He propped his foot up on the center console, reached into his pocket and lit a Doobie.

Cindy, being a teacher knew what it was, though she had never in her life smoked one. "Hey, put that out! You can't smoke that in my car. It will smell. I'm a teacher! What if someone smells it?" she protested. While she wasn't working now, she did plan to get back soon.

Cole took a long puff, then casually waved the reefer through the air. "Teacher? I knew there was something I didn't like about her," he commented. "Anyway, Bitch, this is prime stuff: Cocoa Puff; mixed with some Cocaine for flair." He took another toke, then blew smoke her way. Cindy coughed at the heady scent. The guys laughed. Cole passed the Doobie of for for Steve to partake.

"You too, You Dumb Shit,' Cindy complained, 'Don't do that shit and drive. This is my car."

Steve passed it back to Cole next. "Get her some. she's an uptight Bitch."

"Time to party, Bitch," Cole said. He pulled Cindy up close.

"Get your hands off me. You stink of weed!" she spat.

"You will too," Cole remarked. He took a long hit, then jerked Cindy's mouth to his own. Cole's thick tongue forced her lips to part and a thick, steady stream of smoke was blown into her lungs. He laughed as she came away coughing. Before Cindy could get some composure back, he did it again. After the third time, her head began to spin.

"Wh...What the fuck?" she mumbled. Her world spun, yet it seemed to bother her less.

The men continued taking their own hits, and passing the roach back, till they arrived at the destination. After driving through a filthy part of town, the car turned from the main street off to a narrow alley. The alley widened to a parking area amid several trash dumpsters. A few shitty, cars sat in the lot, along with several older motorcycles. They backed up to a rundown, two-story, red brick, building. They drug Cindy from the rear seat, over to a rusty green, metal door. She was no too happy with having her car parked in this area, much less being here herself. Steve knocked twice, paused, knocked three times, then gave the door two loud, swift, kicks.

An older, rough looking, man with a grey beard answered the door.

"Heyy, Buddy,' he said with a wink, 'Been awhile. come on in. We went ahead and started the party. Even Pancho stayed to run the bar, but he said drinks were on you?"

"Yea,' Steve replied, while ushering in Cole and Cindy,'No problem, seems I'll be in to some new money soon. I'm still receiving some dividends from the last bitch."

"That the Librarian Looking Slut, with the nice ass and no tits?" the man questioned, with a grin.

"One in the same.,' Steve replied, 'Seems the Brothers have her doing pregnant, bondage shows with two big-dicked, guys and a couple of dogs, twice a week. It's raking in good bucks. I worked out a nice percentage."

Cindy was shocked by his words and now even more fearful of her safety.

"Glad we got to her first. Probably like fucking a jello-filled, blow-up, doll now. She had a tight ass, that one," Reacher remarked.

After passing a room full of old liquor boxes and storage supplies, the group entered a larger room. Music roared from speakers above. The lights were dim, with flashes of multi-color from various fluorescent, liquor signs. Some kind of raised stage sat in the back corner. Twinkling lights, exposed a naked, Mexican girl dancing provocatively around one of two stainless stripper poles. About 12 individuals lounged around the bar; Way more men than women. Each were a mixture of races. The one thing they all had in common were the rough looks of a hard run, life. Even the few women had that same sneer of 'Don't fuck with me,' toughness. The other thing Cindy quickly noticed was their stares. They peered at Cindy, as wolves eyeing a slab of fresh meat. Even the Mexican woman on stage, seemed to look up, meeting Cindy's glaze, then licking her lips like a vampire to its prey.