Spider Man Cindy Novels & Stories

Cindy's body was still going through spasms when she heard Barnham's zipper. "Uhn?" She opened her eyes. Cindy didn't think she was ready for anything. *What is going on?* Cindy wondered. She had started to feel guilty about the whole thing. "And that's not going to be all of course." Barnham said in a hurried voice. "You are going to let me mark you as much as I've been wanting to." "Don't." Cindy said as she tried to wiggled out of Barnham's hold. "Don't what? Uhn?" Barnham asked as he held both her hands and raised it over her head before using his left hand to held them in place.

Rhonda, Reneé and Janet could serve food and drinks. Chen and Janet were the first to arrive, living right next door. Chen already knew Cindy had chosen to become a slave through Janet. All the workers in the company knew. One of the first things Cindy had done as a slave trainee was serve all the women workers. I waited until everyone arrived before explaining Cindy's naked presence. Edward and Rob remembered Cindy from high school. She'd been a couple grades behind us. Jerry had met her on one of her infrequent previous visits. Chen and Regina hadn't met her before this. I introduced them.

Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat. Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her.

I settled on the couch and crossed my legs, watching the events unfold with a morbid fascination. Cindy was a psychopath, she knew that I knew that and now Luna did too. It was fascinating how she took all the beating as if she was innocent. I'm sure if it was Allegra she would have murdered her own daughter by now. She wasn't a meek little thing as she was trying to be at the moment. With every attempt to land a punch on Cindy, she ended up taking the worst hits. "HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING SCOTT MANCINI'S WIFE, YOU BITCH! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE HER MOTHER, YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Cindy shouted, and I took the time to finally smoke that cigar.

“Who’s this, Damian? And how does she know shit I told you in private? And the nickname you gave me when we were just kids?!” He shoved the glasses again. Fuming. I’m the only one dealing with the wrath of three people. God… why me???? “Damian, I asked you a question?!” “Dammit, Elis!“ I barked, “Stop being a pain in my sexy ass every fucking day… That’s the person you’ve been dying to meet, that’s Cin…” Cindy’s eyes flashed at her name. “Cindy’s cousin!” she cut in, sharply. “My Name’s Peony, and I’m here on Cindy’s behalf.” My brain flatlined. What the heck is she doing?!

The old woman knocked on the window furiously. Cindy rolled it down halfway, wearing only her bra. “Get lost, old lady.” “You two should get a room!” the woman snapped. As the couple walked off grumbling, Cindy and Spencer burst into laughter. “I’ve never met someone like you before,” he said, still chuckling. “You’re lucky then,” she replied with a devilish grin. They went at it again. Cindy had been starved for too long—and that night, she wanted to feast. --- Meanwhile, at the hospital lobby just outside the ward where Shane was being treated…

Cindy swore viciously. In the past, she had taken out Tina Lynd with her schemes. Even that woman’s child had become her stepping stone. She didn’t believe she couldn’t deal with an insignificant seductress. Cindy’s eyes were focused determinedly on the camera footage. She was definitely going to make sure that seductress pay!

the pinch faced woman said in a voice that resembled a cackle. I looked at her for a moment, as if trying to take in the reality of it all. Then, I continued. “I fell asleep. When I woke up, Cindy was tied to stakes in the ground and they were gang raping her. She was covered with blood and bruises. I was being forcefully restrained by Ethan Jefferson, who told me that they pulled out Cindy’s fangs. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to bring my magic forth to help me break free from Ethan and then to help stop what they were doing to Cindy. When my magic built up inside of me, I think it mixed with my anger or something because the next thing I knew all of the boys were on fire.” “

“Most definitely,” he gave me a slightly pained smile. “I’ll pick you up.” There was something strangely empowering about leaving the Lycan King with a case of blue balls. Inside the upscale spa, Cindy, to her credit, kept her smugness dialed down. Mostly. She did seem different, not as hard around the edges. “I suppose we should try to get along,” she said while we soaked our feet in rose water. “You’re not so bad, once you’re not stealing the spotlight.”

Jared replied, "What do you know? She's born to the Spencer couple late in their lives—of course, they're overprotective! Keeping her identity a secret isn't exactly shocking. "I've known Cindy since we were kids, and I only found out about her identity now. So, how would someone like you, who isn't even part of our circle, know anything?" At that moment, I spotted Cindy—face bruised and battered from the punishment Owen had arranged. She was supposed to be locked up in the warehouse, yet she was now walking out—right behind Larry Howard, the Spencer family's head of security. She looked at me smugly, like she thought I was done for.