Cindy's Slut Ch. 10

Like some bizarre chain gang bang, we fucked. Cindy began to cum, riding harder and faster on Cory's mouth. Friane sucked and pumped Cory's cock, feeling it swell and then began to shot hot jets of thick salty cum into her mouth. I tongue fucked Friane, snaking my tongue up into her cunt, drinking her pussy juices. Marsha rode my ass...fucked my cunt...riding me...verbally berating me...like some harlot valkarie...beating my prostrate with her hugh rubber cock...as I came...ejaculating down the backs of Friane's legs.

Like a deflated human balloon, we collapsed upon each other. For a while no one moved. We simply lie there. Then, slowly, Cindy climbed off Cory's face. Friane released Cory's cock, now semi-hard and covered with spit and cum., and stood up. Lastly, Marsha pulled her cock from my ass. As I began to rise, Marsha pushed me back down, leaving me bend over the foot of the bed.

Marsha was still horny. She was the only one who had still not cum. That was not acceptable. Moving forward, she grabbed Cory by the balls. With a vicous twisting pull, she said, "Now fucking pig, you fuck me." She swung her body around, her ass above his head, and dropped her dripping cunt onto his face.

You could see Cory struggling for breath. He fought against his bonds, but the handcuffs held him fast. Marsha raised her ass off his face. "Eat me," she commanded. When Cory failed to respond immediately, Marsha smashed her round full ass down on his nose and mouth again. With his air cut off, Cory fought again.

Marsha continued to force her ass over Cory's airways, until he began to grew limp, no longer fighting. It was then, and only then, that Marsha again rose from his face. "I said eat me pig!"

Still choking for air, Cory lifted his head and pressed his lips against her cunt. With his nose up her ass crack, fighting for every fetid breath, Cory began to eat her pussy.

I was watching Cory thrusting his tongue up into Marsha, ever struggling to work his tongue down onto her clit. My voyeurism was interrupted by Marsha's voice. "Lick his cock and get it hard for me."

I glance up at her. For just the briefest of moments I dared hope that she was not addressing me. But,still bent over and seeing her looking at me, I knew better. I didn't think that I hesitated, but even before my lips could wrap around his cock, I felt the sting of a belt across my ass.

I worked to get him hard...fast. I knew I had no alternative. I took no great joy in sucking this man's cock, so I resigned myself to getting him hard as quickly as possible.

I used every trick that I knew. I imagined that it was my cock and thought what best would work. I licked the shaft along the underside, being rewarded with the taste of Friane's saliva and Cory's cum. I cupped his testicles in my hand, gently pulling and rolling them about. I moved to the cock head, taking the mushroom bulb into my mouth and sucking on it. I dribbled saliva around the shaft, coating his cock and pumping the shaft with my other hand. I worked my tongue into the slit of his penis, plunging my tongue inside his cock. All this and still he remained semi-hard.

All the while, my ass was being whipped. I saw Cindy walking around the bed with a video camera, filming Marsha fucking Cory's face and me sucking his cock. I assumed that Friane was beating my ass...my sweet seductive Friane.

Damn...I was suffering because this prick couldn't get it up twice. I was pissed. I took it up a notch.

I took my hand and rammed three fingers up Cory's ass. I twisted them and fucked him...hard. I raked his cock shaft with my teeth. I bite down on around the head of his cock. I squeezed his balls, tore at his scrotum.

Whether my actions finally aroused him or whether he sensed, rightly, that if he didn't get it up and quick, that I was going to chew his cock off...finally he began to get hard. As I continued to deep throat him, I gagged on his cock as it grew longer and larger in my mouth.

When I gauged that he was hard enough to penetrate Marsha's cunt, I raised my head off his cock. Tears were running down my face. Tears of pain from my bleeding ass, tears of humiliation from sucking this guy's cock, tears from choking for breath as his cock was being rammed down my throat, tears of hatred against Marsha my arch nemises.

As I pulled my head off Cory's cock and looked up, I gazed into Marsha's malevolent stare. I could see the cold satisfaction...the perverse joy that she took in making me do these disgusting demented things.

Marsha's right hand came hard across my check, bringing more tears to my eyes. "Back off Slut. Now see how a real woman fucks a cock." Marsha piroited round, pushing her ass in my face, force me back off Cory's cock. "Don't go yet bitch. Lick my ass as I fuck this prick pig," Marsha chortled.

As Marsha slid her cunt over Cory's cock, she began to ride him hard. Sensing that his erection had come slowly, Marsha knew that it would take a good deal of time for him to ejaculated again. She intended to get the most from her belated fuck.

The bed bounced and groaned as Marsha vicously rode Cory's cock. She slammed her full weight into every downward thrust. At the top of each withdrawl, she would twist her hips and ram herself back down onto his meat. At one point, I heard a cracking sound from Cory's cock, as his rigid organ caught and snapped under one of Marsha's downward thrusts. He cried out, only to have Marsha increase her tempo.

Marsha raked his chest with her fingernails, carving flesh from his chest. Rivels of blood ran from the wounds. She dug her nails into his nipples, savaging his breasts. The more his cried out, the more vicious her attacks became.

I had tried to force my tongue up her ass as Marsha demanded. But after the first several impalements, her motions were too violent to allow me to keep my tongue in contact. As her focus switched to Cory, she didn't seem to notice.

Marsha was screaming at Cory. "Fuck me you bastard...fuck my cunt you pig...fuck me...FUCK ME!" As she began to climax, she leaned forward and bite down onto Cory's nipples. He screamed. Marsha was cumming. She had her hands in his hair, pulling and slamming his head, rising and slamming back down onto his cock.

As much as I hated Marsha, I couldn't help but think of my own power fucks and I watched her fuck this helpless man. My cock was hard.

As Marsha rode through her climax, her throngs of extacy ebbed. As Marsha sagged forward, Friane ceased whipping my ass. Cindy continued to film Cory.

Marsha climbed off Cory, grabbed my hand and headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom, Marsha forced me to my knees and spread her legs over me. "Clean me Slut," she demanded. I stuck my tongue in her distended cunt, sucking and swallowing the warm sticking mess of cum and quim. The quantity of Marsha's quim was as copius as ever, if lacking in quality of flavor.

As I knelt beneath Marsha, cleaning her cunt, I heard the sound of Friane addressing Cory. She began by asking him if he had enjoyed himself. When he failed to answer, I heard the whistle of the belt cutting the air and then cutting into him. His response was a string of profanity...a bad choice, as I knew. Again and again Friane whipped him as he swore.

Finally, stupid as the fucking police pig that he was, he seemed to realize that swearing at Friane was only going to leave him a bloody mess of welts. Cory stopped swearing. He told Friane, "Yes, I enjoyed myself." The tone in his voice was less than convincing.

I heard the belt whip down again. From the scream, I deduced that it had landed on his testicle or his cock. "That would be Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself PLEASE", Friane snarled.

I thought that he might resist, trying to be a tough cop, but I heard an immediate reply from Cory, "Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself, please."

"Good boy," I heard Cindy say. "Now, we have this all on tape. So shut up and listen up. You are going to forget all about anything happening today. No traffic incident, no guy in drag, not even this sex. In fact, from now on, you're going to be our own little pet police. Got that?"

I listen to the silence. Then I heard Cory say, "You fucking bitches are crazy. You're all going to jail, including your faggot boyfriend."

Cory tirade was cut short by the sound of the belt cutting the air. From his scream, it must have connected with his testicles, cock, or both. "Now listen to me you little prick. One more objection, failure to follow an order, or anything that even slight pisses me off and I'll cut your nuts off and grind them up in the garbage disposal." I was surprised as this was Friane's voice. "You got no fucking choice. Unless you do exactly as we tell you a copy of this tape goes to the police department. Then you can bitch all you want and tell your story. But who do you think they are going to believe. Four people with spotless records, college students, people with no reason to lie...or you, a young cop caught on a kinky sex tape. Hell, we'll tell them you forced us to have sex with you...maybe even at gun point."

There was total silence. I momentarily lapsed in my tongue work on Marsha's cunt. A sharp slap along side my head brought me back to my duties.

"Ok...what do you want?" I now noted a pleading tone to Cory's voice.

"Exact what I told you sweety. You forget this whole thing...until and unless we call you. Then you do exactly what your told. That way, you get to keep your job. And, maybe...just maybe, you get some nice pussy once in a while. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Cindy said.

"Yes". Then the sound of a belt connecting with Cory again, followed by a quick, "Yes, Mistress, I would like that, please".

"Good boy. Very good boy," Cindy said. "Now, I'm going to release you. When I do, you will behave."

I heard the sound of metal as Cindy started to unlock the handcuffs. Suddenly, Marsha pushed my head away from her cunt and ran into the bedroom. I watched her tight ass bounce as she bound into the room. "HOLD IT," Marsha yelled.

I glanced back into the bedroom, watching Marsha go through to the kitchen. A moment latter she returned. In her hand was the cop's pistol. In the other hand was his badge. It looked strangely absurd. Three girls, one totally nude with a gun and a badge, another with only a short teddy top and a dripping cunt, and a third dressed only in a corset. All three surrounding a naked man, handcuffed to a bed. This couldn't be happening. It was like some bad movie.

"Ok, let him loose. But, remember pig. One fucking bad move and I'll shoot your ass. Then we'll tell everyone that you tried raped us and we shot you. Got it" Marsha said.

A moment's silence. I saw Friane begin to raise the belt. Quickly, Cory answered, "Yes Mistress. Please."

Cindy took the handcuffs off Cory. He quietly got up, then not seeming to know exactly what to do...and looking down the barrel of his own gun that Marsha held, he slowly walked into the kitchen.

I crept into the bedroom and watched. Cory put his clothes on. When his uniform was on, he looked at Marsha as if to inquire as to his gun and badge. "Maybe later pig boy. Maybe next time when I call you to cum eat my cunt, if you do it really good, I'll give you the badge....maybe. But the gun is fucking mine!" Marsha said.

Cory kind of grimaced and turned for the door.

"Just a minute," Friane said. As Cory stopped and turned back, Friane went to him. Taking his face between her hands, she French kissed him. When she released him, there was an obvious look of confusion on his face. Friane replied, "There's no reason we can't all be friends. We just needed to convince you of that. No one wants to go to jail." She turned to Cindy. "Your turn," she said.

Cindy walked over to Cory and also kissed him. As she kissed him, she ground her tits against him and reached down to cup his cock. This time, Cory responded by reaching around Cindy and pulling her against him. I watched jealousy as they groped each other.

"Your turn Slut," I heard Friane say. I looked out and say her looking at me, flicking her finger for me to come. I walked out of the bedroom and over to Cory. As I leaned toward him he started to back away. "Freeze police man," Friane said with a laugh. "I said we're all friends here...and you do as we tell you."

Cory stood rigid as I kissed him. When I felt his resistance, I forced my tongue into his mouth. It was not sexual or physical. Rather, I did it as one would command obedience from a dog. It gave me power. I forced him to submit...and it felt great!

I'm sure the taste of his own cum and Marsha's quim was still on my tongue as I Frenched him. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I gave it a hard squeeze. Cory released a small groaning, moaning sound as I hurt his cock.

As I stepped away, Marsha approached him. "On your knees, bitch," she told him. Cory knelt and went motionless. Marsha lifted one leg and placed her foot on his shoulder. Her cunt was above and to one side of his head. I knew what was coming.

Cory didn't...at least not at first. As the stream of gold piss shot our of Marsha cunt and began to splat against his face, he recoiled. Marsha squeezed the stream of piss off. Using her leg, she pushed Cory back off balance and onto to floor. Jamming the gun into the small of his neck she said, "Freeze fuck head!"

As Cory lay there, not moving, Marsha straddled him. Standing above him, grinning down and point the gun at his face, she began to piss again. She continued to piss for a long time, until Cory was sodden and lie in a pool of urine.

"Now lick that mess up, bitch." Marsha told Cory. I watched a look of hate and humiliation cross his visage. I could certainly relate. As he knelt and started to mop the mess up with the sleeve of his shirt, Marsha drew him up short. "God damn it, I said clean it up....and that means with your FUCKING TONGUE BITCH!" she screamed.

Cory stared back in disbelief. He looked at Cindy, then Friane, and finally me. Cindy smiled back, Friane just grinned, and I shook my head sadly. Cory dropped his head and began to lick up the yellow puddle.

When Cory the cop left, it was a far different man than the one that had entered just a mere few hours before. I felt sorry for the guy, but then I felt sorry for myself. I loved Cindy and I would do anything for her. Also, I had never thought that my secret love, Friane could ever be so manipulative. But then I had never liked Marsha, perhaps lusted after her early on, but now...I hated her most of all.

How far did this whole weird diabolic alternate reality go? What about the three guys that the girls had fuck Cindy on her birthday? What about the sorority and their crazy Halloween party? Who would I end up being a slave for next? First Cindy, then Marsha, then Friane, then the sorority, then...?

Cory's car had barely left the parking lot and I had just formed the questions in my mind, when I heard Friane exclaim, "Oh my god! We late! Annie was expecting us an hour ago." Grapping me by the arm, Friane drug me back into the bedroom. "Quick, get you costume back on".

Cindy took my cock and began to reattach the harness. Friane readjusted my pudding balloon tits and made sure the nipple clips were still tightly attached. Marsha, not without her usually despotic display of glee, kicked my legs apart and rammed the heavy, cold steel cock back up my ass.

Cindy passed my cock and ball, now tightly restrained again, back up through my legs to Marsha. With a deft jerk and the snap of a lock, Marsha fastened my cock up against my ass, pinning the steel dildo firmly in place.

Friane returned from the bathroom and freshened my makeup. A shot of perfume from Cindy and I was ready to go. But go where? To Annie's? Then I remembered the discussion of earlier that day. Friane had promised that I would return Annie's clothes, the same corset that I still wore.

The question as to who's slave I would be next was no longer a question.