The Night They Ganged Up On Cyndi
Cyndi Dawson was 25 and very pretty. She was, as one neighbor would describe her, "really slapped together". She was younger than most of the women in the neighborhood and they were jealous of her. Whenever she went outside to work in her yard the men of the neighborhood found a reason to go outside.
She had thick, dark, shoulder length brown hair, and a curvaceous body that she made no great effort to hide from anyone. In the summer she favored halter-tops and cut-off jeans. In the winter she wore tight sweaters and equally tight skirts or jeans. The bra industry did not prosper because of her. In fact her very firm 36C breasts appeared even larger when she wore certain ribbed sweaters - another favorite of hers.
But Cyndi had a weakness. Two, really.
The first weakness was alcohol. She couldn’t hold her booze at all. Two beers and she’d be climbing on top of tables to dance. Three and her skirt would be up around her waist. She had no inhibitions when she drank - and no resistance.
The second weakness was men. She absolutely loved men. She loved their attention, she loved how they smelled and, most of all, and she loved men’s legs. She craved their attention and was a notorious flirt - some called her a cock-teaser. And she was.
Rumors of Cyndi’s neighborhood conquests were whispered among friends. It was said that she had an ongoing liaison with their neighbor - a landscaper, 25 years her senior - and there was the story of the night she was caught giving head to a 15-year-old neighborhood boy behind the garage. But the most popular rumor was not a rumor at all, but fact. The story concerned the night she was gang banged, raped really, at a party by, at least, a dozen men.
The irony of the event was, that it was set in motion by two neighborhood women, Ann Ruskin and Joanne Martin, who had had just about enough of Cyndi’s flirtations. Ann, the landscaper’s wife, had originally planned to have her abducted and beaten, but Joanne convinced her that by humiliating Cyndi in front of all the neighbors the end result would be much more effective.
And so a neighborhood party was planned for the week after Halloween. Invitations went out to all the neighbors and, for good measure, Joanne invited some additional male friends of her police officer husband. To digress just a second, the police parties that Joanne had hosted in the past generally got totally out of control and the cops were legendary drinkers and womanizers. Cyndi had already attended one of those parties and attracted lots of interest from the men in blue.
Cyndi’s husband, Walt Dawson, was a quiet guy who sold sporting goods for a living. He was good at it, but often traveled and when he was gone his wife was likely to stray. He knew of her indiscretions, in fact he was her second husband. He met her at a sporting goods convention in center city Philadelphia where she was working as a model. He actually dated her for two months before he found out that she was married. On their second date she got so drunk that when he took her back to her apartment she took off all her clothes and they made love on the kitchen floor.
Walt had suffered through many of Cyndi’s flirtations, but did so quietly. He simply wasn’t the kind of man to make trouble and he truly loved his sexy young wife. But on the night in question Walt made a decision that impacted what happened next, he decided that if Cyndi acted like a slut again this night he would let nature take its’ course. He would do nothing to stop her and nothing to help her if she got in over her head.
The party was in full swing when Walt and Cyndi got there. Kegs were located in at least three rooms and hard liquor was set up on the bar. The Police added a recently confiscated stash of marijuana to the festivities and there were joints lit and in use all over the place.
The music was loud, the place was packed. There were close to thirty people crammed in to Ruskin’s house. Some made their way to the basement; the rest filled the upstairs rooms. It didn’t take Cyndi long to get in the swing of things and she had barely removed her coat when someone thrust a beer in to her hand. She smiled and drank it.
Joanne and Ann had let it be known to a few key men that they wanted Cyndi to get worked over and degraded at this party they were more than willing to help. Cyndi, being herself, quickly began to mingle and flirt with the men at the party. It was 9 p.m. She was dressed in a tight white ribbed sweater, a short black skirt and, for good measure, a pair of black boots. Two beers became three, and then four and she was completely blitzed.
It wasn’t long before she was cajoled in to dancing and she was more than willing to let them maul and paw her. She loved the attention and she was soon turned on. The dancing got more intense and more physical and Walt sat there and watched as two cops sandwiched her between them and began to grind with her. It was 10.30 p.m. Her skirt rode up to her waist and everyone who was watching saw that she was wearing a pair of lacey black panties. The sexual act got more aggressive and soon there were a pair of hands under her sweater, massaging her tits. She wore no bra. And then the dancing ceased and the assault began - and a crowd of men gathered around her.
Her arms were pinned behind her back, thrusting her tits forward.
She struggled; she begged, "please don’t do that, you are going too far" but had no chance.
A young cop standing in front of her slid his hands inside the elastic band of her panties and found the warm wetness of her clit. His fingers probed inside of her - and there was a look of sudden fear in Cyndi’s eyes.
"Stop it, this isn’t right," she yelled.
And then her sweater was raised and her firm 36C tits were on full view and another man began to fondle her breasts, pulling on her nipples until they grew firm and rigid. Tears began to run down Cyndi’s cheeks.
Walt was watching, but not saying or doing anything.
The young man standing in front of her with his fingers in her cunt looked at Walt as if to say "is this okay with you?"
Walt, understanding, stared back at him and said, "go for it". It was 11 p.m.
"Dance bitch," somebody said and cranked the music up even higher to drown out any potential protests from her. People in other rooms of the house had no idea what was going on, but the loud music did attract their attention.
Ann and Joanne stood by as Cyndi’s sweater was pulled over her head leaving her naked from the waist up. They smiled at each other. Her panties were soon down around her knees and a big meaty hand clamped over it muted any possible sounds that would have come from her mouth. She was actually being raped in the company of two dozen partygoers.
Before anyone realized it a bottle of vodka was being forced in her mouth, her head pulled back by a man holding a handful of her bountiful hair, and she was swallowing it, at least swallowing the part that didn’t run down her chest. It was midnight.
Cyndi’s head was spinning, she was drunk. and getting drunker..and in the haze that was before her she could see countless blank faces and feel scores of hands and fingers probing her, pinching her, tugging on her enlarged nipples, prodding her between her legs, fingering her ass.
Ann set the stage with the proclamation, "the bitch is drunk again and she’s ready to fuck the neighborhood..so let her..I hope they screw her brains out..sorry Walt."
Walt just nodded. He was sick of her act, sick of being embarrassed by her and he thought that, just maybe, this would cure her. If, of course, it didn’t kill her.
He got his coat out of the closet and left. As he was going out the door he saw Cyndi, now with her wrists cuffed behind her back, being forced to her knees as a circle of men with their cocks hard and extended awaited her. Men took turns grabbing handful of her hair and forcing their cocks deep in her mouth. One after another they came in her mouth. She was gagging and gasping but doing her best to meet the challenge. It was 12.30 a.m.
Soon the men got tired of waiting their turns and one big burly cop took the initiative and shoved her on her back, two of them grabbed her legs and spread them obscenely wide open. And then, in a flash, he slid his cock deep inside of her as her boot-clad legs kicked wildly in the air. Soon she was overwhelmed, fucking and sucking one after another. People would pop by the room to watch and, sometimes, to participate. Walt was home watching TV. It was 1.30 a.m.
She was being totally used an abused. She was a piece of meat, nothing more, and nothing less. Ann and Joanne stood by and smiled as their nemesis was reduced to a sobbing sex object. Her nipples were twisted and pulled, pinched and bitten and fingers probed inside her when cocks didn’t.
She was now sobbing hysterically from the abuse.
This went on for almost two hours - and she was entered by at least a dozen men -and soon she was so full of cum that it was oozing out of her cunt, covered her face and chest and hardened in her hair. One man actually unloaded his cum in her ear. She lay there on the floor, uttering some unintelligible sounds. Some said she was sighing, some said she was crying, but it was unintelligible. She was well used, all right, and totally out of it. But there was still one virginal hole left to fill, her ass.
Actually it was Joanne who suggested that Cyndi still needed to be ass fucked and went looking for someone to do it. And she soon found him. A black police officer named Ruddy. Ruddy had avoided the scene up to that point and was down in the rec room shooting pool when Joanne came and asked him for a "favor". At first he declined but Joanne begged him and he said that he’d consider it.
Cyndi was sprawled on the floor in a very unladylike pose..her legs splayed wide apart.
"I want you to ass fuck her Rud," Joanne whispered, "she’s a nasty bitch and I hate her, I want her hurt and you are the guy to do it."
"Alright, I will, but not here," he said. He told them to take her upstairs to a bedroom. "I don’t want no fuckin’ audience," he said.
Joanne agreed and ordered Cyndi’s limp body dragged upstairs..and drag her they did, by the ankles. She was a wreck.
The police carried her to an upstairs bureau and laid her face down on it. They cuffed her wrists to the back legs and her ankles to the front legs. Her ass was positioned for an assault.
She sobbed, "please don’t" when they were draping her over the bureau because she knew what was coming. They ignored her.
Down the street Walt Dawson was sound asleep in his bed. It was 3.30 a.m.
Ruddy got naked and took his time feeling and stroking Cyndi. She was virtually sober, all the booze had been fucked out of her. She was hurting, she was bruised and she wished she were dead.
She felt the cockhead of her new assailant probing her anal regions. She felt him pulled her buttocks apart.
"Oh please not that, please, I’ve never done that before," she sobbed.
She knew that it was going to hurt, but had no idea how bad. After a brief period of probing Ruddy mounted a full-scale assault and drilled his very large black cock directly in to Cyndi’s ass-hole. The more she pleaded the harder Rud raped her anus. She screamed as a pain shot through her and she saw stars as his cockhead penetrated her anal ring…and the pain was worse than giving birth. Her ass felt like it was being torn open and, for good measure, he had one of her tits in each hand and he was squeezing them as if they were oranges and he planned on getting a quart of juice from each. She moaned and cried and screamed as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her. Finally her muscles loosened up and his cock slid in and out with ease. She felt her ass filling up with hot fluids.
Her head hung down low enough so that right before she fainted she saw the streams of blood running down both her legs. She was unconscious when the streams turned pink, her blood mixing with Rudy’s semen.
It was after 4 a.m. when Ruddy declared himself finished with her and for the next 45 minutes other men took turns poking their cocks deep inside her ass too. It didn’t matter to them that she was unconscious because most of them were too drunk to even care.
At 5.30 am the last guest left. All except Cyndi that is. Joanne and Ann were still not completely satisfied with Cyndi’s degradation and so they took a magic marker and wrote "fucked by a dozen" across her chest and dragged her outside the house. They loaded her in the back of Joanne’s station wagon and drove the two short blocks to Cyndi and Walt’s house. There, as Walt slept, they dragged her limp body in to the backyard and suspended her, by the arms, from a birch tree.
At 10 a.m. Walt found her and cut her down. Within three months the Dawson’s moved from the neighborhood and within a year they were divorced.
Author of this stroy is Henry
