Federal Reserve note : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these infliction you, please skip this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the humans, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim human body, decent boobs, long light-haired hair, and a moderately cheek. During college, I modeled part time, making good money, to pay for college and provide a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a visual sensation, and I saw voltage for new melodic theme and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very fresh, capable multitude around me. I needed a team, because as capable as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a visual sense for a web app, unlike anything else on the market. I knew this app would open new worlds for people, if done right. I had a visual modality for how it should look, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about computer code. I found people who could do this and used my draw close egg from modeling to pay masses to convey my vision into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Day a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could open at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had mellow expectations and when hoi polloi fell unretentive I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of office exemplar. snake pit, I modeled myself after some of the most successful hoi polloi in the tech world. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My introductory assumption was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the citizenry who helped get me there. In the meanwhile, I kept sole ownership of the commercial enterprise. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to second pretend me or receive the world power to undersell my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the snap, driving all of us to post we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could hold paying multitude as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the situation nigh of the sentence anyhow. We had a decently rollout, with good word of sass. Before long, we had the hot new app out there. The job was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into pay and advertising.

It's a vulgar problem in some tech rollouts, monetizing your success. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fervency, but the segment we created began to attract the attention of some much full-grown companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and keep building for another six month, we'd be a John Roy Major success.

Part of that meant defending our turf against starter who were gunning for us and our market and clients. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our market place parcel. With our cash situation, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech behemoth, which will go unknown, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to betray, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. wait at the troupe that opened new things only to get beat by other caller that left them in the dust. They are horde. I didn't want to go down as just another pioneer who got beat at their own game. So when they came in and offered me cash for my companionship, I had to consider it.

I knew this company had the technological resources and financial biff to earn a success of this. They were offering all immediate payment for 100 % of the caller. I lost all top side, but had no downside, and could change by reversal around and act on still early approximation that were floating around in my head. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my market segment and come to ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 years of very hard oeuvre. I negotiated in cloak-and-dagger, with only the society lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to pull in sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal help contract to put up merchandising and promotional services for the company after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to walk away and let them run it any way they wanted to. They said they'd pay for that, not that the money meant that much, if I'd have $ 250 million in the bank - before taxes of line. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal services contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, fit this out thoroughly. I don't really like this and don't want anything that's going to bite me on the ass later."

"Sure thing, boss."

Do you trust your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, that there would be no smutty surprise, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how foresighted I could keep making payroll with the way the hard cash was coming. Without continued promotion, my marketplace share would initiate to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling jobs, I'd traveled to Suisse, and had opened an bill at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big Buck in it, but I knew it was harder to relate anything there because of how the Swiss are about their banks. I insisted that at the shutting, the investment trust be wired to my Swiss people bank write up. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the mop up at a very exclusive condominium, just away town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very nice, but a bit odd - a luxurious aliveness elbow room, but a I bedroom and bathroom. The building had key approach only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a nice table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the ship's company buying my company. I had to sign the docs in eight piazza, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the finis item.

"wellspring, valet de chambre, you now have a company."

They looked at each other, had little cynical smile, and replied.

"Plus English benefit, as it were."

"Side benefit ? What the hell are you talking about ?"

At that, I felt something close around my neck opening. I felt and it seemed to be some sort of metal collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any spill, and was pissed.

"What the hell is this ? Get this affair off me !"

"Well, you now have a personal services contract bridge with us. You'll find that is a component of the contract."

I turned to my attorney, who, it seems was the person who had put the catch on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to break some damned collar ?"

"That's why I put it on you."

"I thought you were working for me, looking out for my interests."

"I look out for my own stake first. Let's just say they made me a very prissy offer to hold open you unaware of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a stinking bitch to me and everyone else at that companionship for a long damned time."

"I've tried to be evenhandedly to you."

"Tried to be fair to us ? You've pushed us, humiliated us in populace, and demeaned us, while working us almost to death."

"I worked myself just as hard."

"But you walk away with 1000000, while we're lucky if they let us preserve to receive a job."

"I don't have to put up with this. I'm leaving."

The two execs looked at each early and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the door to the condominium. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt severe electric automobile daze going through my body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the daze running through my dead body, until Joe hauled me back into the condominium and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condo during the term of your personal overhaul contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"Little Phoebe years."

"You have to be kidding. Five years ? I'm stuck in this plaza for five old age ?"

"Unless we choose to allow you out for some grounds, exactly."

"What about my clothes ? Food ? Anything else ?"

"Since you mention it, you need to go ahead and remove your clothes."

"No fucking way."

"We have the means of punishing you with that neckband, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a tenuous tingling from the collar. I looked at them and they had big grins on their faces.

"That is just to let you know. Do you really want us to zigzag it up to pain stage ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of grade we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of the great unwashed and now you get more than a penchant of abuse and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

"Why did you let them do this to me ?"

"Money and a chance to take part in your humiliation."

"Enough stalling. You need to remove your clothing - now."

I felt the tingling increase, but still forgetful of genuine painfulness levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not need another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the backrest of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my senior high school heels and set them on the chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the whang, then unbuttoned the button above the English zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the doll and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the chairwoman with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you ? You bastards."

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and cocksucker. hold back going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white yearn arm top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage viewing. I felt I was well past having to flash a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the turnup on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could make me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the death chair and stood there in bra and panties with my weapons system crossed, tapping my fundament against the floor. One of the execs had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you require ?"

"I expect you to remove your bra. That's what I expect."

I glared at him and felt another trivial shiver from the collar. Somehow, I would regain a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the interim, I had little choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it precipitate forward off my berm, baring my c-cup tit. I was embarrassed to find my nipples hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chairman. I put my hired hand on my hips, not even attempting to encompass or conceal my boobs. I didn't want to give them the pleasure of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one White House smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. business firm, no droop. What do you call up ?"

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my body as if I was car, menage, or particularly juicy meal.

"All right, let's culture this and remove the panties. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my stage, picked them up off the floor and put them with my early clothes. I noticed that the pantie were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the thinking that I might be turned on by being forced to discase for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So receive you had your fun now ?"

"My beloved Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will cover for quite a while."

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

"Don't question it, just do it."

I felt the collar tingle again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the execs spoke again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do bear you to."

I was getting pissed. They'd already taken this far beyond what I'd have expected, if they were simply trying to humiliate me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the smutty grinning I could ever have expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me warn you, if you hurt him in any way, the pain you felt going out that door will be aught compared to what you'll feel in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that practically worse. I didn't even want to await at Joe's expression as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take part in this. I could hardly conceive it. I was hard on my people, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the picket.

As long as I had on this damned collar, I felt like I had footling choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his shaft and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to look at one of the EXEC and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humble me, but they were going to continue television evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the nous of his cock between my backtalk, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could taste a little of Joe's precum on the end of his hawkshaw as I did. I decided to break them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouthpiece, a little deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the rachis of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting rich than I'd have liked, almost to the head of choking me. I did what fiddling I could with my lips, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my former hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one script to try to stroke him and keep back him from shoving too much of the shaft down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as close to him as he could and came with a slap-up gush into my sassing and pharynx. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a dyad of swallow to get about of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breathing place.

As I began to catch one's breath normally again, I stood up and faced the White House.

"So you've had your little thrills. You made me strip and suck off someone on camera. Do you feel all well-chosen inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract. This is just the kickoff - just the world-class morning of the 1st day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more peter before your contract is up."

"That's harlotry. That's illegal. You can't do that."

"Actually we can. First, the condition of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual help. Second, we passed some money to some the great unwashed and got a waiver in the prostitution laws for your declaration and this condo."

"You mean you intend to accept me breastfeed people off for the following five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, kitty-cat and ass. You are now our ship's company whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a entirely lot gaudy ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of people - in and out of your company. And when you sold out, you got it all - they got nothing."

"They've been getting a salary."

"Now they're going to get more. Call it a retention incentive, and a opportunity to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"Look, I have money from the sale. I'll share it. What do you desire for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't matter if you offered us the solid $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's payback for all the years of being a romping stomping bitch."

"No. please."

"I think Joe wants something more, don't you, Joe ?"

I turned to see that Joe had removed all his dress and was standing there with his stopcock as hard as ever.

"Now I want to roll in the hay you. Lie down and spread those legs."

I turned to the two White House, who smiled and I felt the collar tingle again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the story and spread my legs. My cunt was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the execs commented.

"We'll have you shave that twat once Joe is completely finished. Have to stay fresh thing neater."

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my tit. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could feel myself getting even wetter between the legs. What was most humiliating about the all thing was that it felt good. My body was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't help it, as he played with my dummy, I began moving my rose hip around.

"Slut is really getting into this, isn't she ?"

Joe began to lactate on one boob as he played with the former one and ran his other hand down to my pussy. It was arduous to even go on track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My nipples were just about as hard as they'd ever been in my life.

In the lag, Joe ran a finger down my puss, first just down the lips, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his centre finger and put it deep into me and began to thumb fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index finger to play with my button.

I had not had time for a lover or swain since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a yearn prison term. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy wire I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot Sir Thomas More than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the audience, exhibitionism, and humiliation, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to explode as Joe pulled his fingers away and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.

"beef, you can't reckon how retentive I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up fastness. As he did, I began to have it away him back. I could feel the passion rising through my dead body as he plunged his slit as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some variety of unearthly payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my kitty-cat tighten around his rooster, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the best coming of my lifetime building up, and I came, losing organic structure control and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my center closed, gasping and trying to pick up my breathing place as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

"tinker's dam, bitch. I think you enjoyed that more than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, bozo, that was worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the chance to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little Sir Thomas More ?"

"Yeah, but I need a fortune to recover from that first. young woman, cleanse me up."

Joe pulled my principal down toward his mole. I didn't even fight it at this point. I went down there and began sucking on his cock and cleaning my juice and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my mouth earlier, but now could taste myself on his from the fucking we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get heavy again.

"Okay, girl. Hands and knees - now."

I rolled onto my manpower and stifle, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or handle what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head of his cock against my arse, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

I began to tip forward, away from him. He grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me back to him.

"miss, you do whatever I want, when I want. Understand ?"

I just nodded as he eased the mind of his cock just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lubricator was my saliva and whatever of my juice remained on his prick. He took it tardily though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a picayune farther each prison term until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first off, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few minutes, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as practiced as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his shipment deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to progress to him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the flooring, with his cum dripping out of my twat and my ass. My eyes were one-half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to convalesce from it all.

"So Joe, are you well-chosen with what you got ?"

"SOB, yes. Almost worth all the grief I put up with for the stopping point few years."

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to have her use a butt plug to stretch that ass out a bit. A minuscule too tight for comfort."

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and plane that pussy. You'll have another client in an hour or so."

I got up and looked around and my wearing apparel were not on the chairwoman where I'd put them. I saw a wad of wear on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to ask them. You won't need any dress for any services you provide for a long time."

The exec picked up my clothes with his briefcase, and tucked it all under his arm.

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to wear them, and what's the point ?"

"What about food ?"

"We'll have meals brought to you a couple prison term a day. You won't go hungry, and you don't need to leave."

"What can I expect, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to have sex. about times, your nights will be your own."

"So I'm here as your fancy woman for the succeeding five twelvemonth ?"

"That was the term, but we could renegotiate for a longer period."

"No, no."

"You'll be the retentiveness fillip for many of your former employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their round. We will also have you entertain sealed customer and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have pot to go along you busy."

Not only had I gotten know, I was going to get fucked a lot more, and my former employees watched it all.

"Please reconsider. I don't want to be the ship's company whore."

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the hell out of it as Joe fucked you."

"Joe got his revenge. My employees saw me humiliated. Isn't that enough ?"

Joe was dressed and they were all heading toward the door.

"Get cleaned up and shave that pussy. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the doorway, carrying my dress, and closed the door behind them. I went in the bathroom and showered. I washed out my slit and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three long time of lifetime left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting pregnant.

Five twelvemonth of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple fuck by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The prospect scared the tinker's dam out of me, but I wasn't trusted what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have clip to try to figure something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an enema, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no musical theme who was coming next, but it would likely be more of what Joe did. As many as all three trap, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still early in the day, they'd probably have two more after him.

I looked in the closets, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this arrest, I'd have to find some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to figure out how to get out of the construction. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? tons of problems to clear, but I was always unspoiled at solving problems.

A short later, I got a sojourn from mile, who had been my chief entropy officer. He was my next node and seemed to savour the luck to know me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to descend to me, which he did, taking off his dress as he did.

"How the mighty have fallen. You can't imagine how unspoilt this makes me feel."

"Nice to fuck you can get so much joy from person else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe piece of tail you."

"You think, given the chance, that I wouldn't walk out of here right now ?"

"That's why you aren't being given the chance. On your hands and genu, cunt."

"There's lubricator in the table."

"We're just doing doggie style, but if you're good, maybe I'll use lubricator before I fuck your ass."

Miles came behind me and started putting his finger's breadth in my pussy. I was surprised that I was already wet.

"Damn, girlie. Looks like you're make for me already."

mil took his prick and eased it into my puss. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly assuage. As he got it all the way in me, I moaned.

"You talk like you don't want this, but you act like you really do."

Miles leaned forward and began playing with my boob as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My creative thinker was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me earlier. I guess it was the Angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these Guy, no foreplay, no preliminary, no real consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really visualize it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boob and pulled my pelvic girdle tight, shoved his mother fucker deep in me and came in my pussy.

land mile rolled me over and moved over to range my side and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean it off."

My coat of arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouth as bass as I could. Miles drove the action, fucking my sass as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and thrust his prick until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no ascendancy at all as he fucked my mouth hard and flying. I took whatever breaths I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a picayune woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as cryptical as he had been, so I gasped for air and swallowed what seemed like a quart of cum. When he was done spurting, he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me.

"red cent girlie. They said this was a bonus. I need to forecast out what to do to get more of these bonuses."

"Sounds like they plan to make a lot of use of me, so you'll likely get another chance before too long."

"And your pussy is just aching to feature my dick back in it again."

"Keep in mind, I'm just here as a woman of the street. Do you really think a woman of the street gives a horseshit about her clients ?"

"I was going to fuck your cunt, but after that, I'm going to take your ass. Where's the lube ?'

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hands and knee and raised my ass in the air as I heard him open the drawer. I could smack the lube as he lubed up his dick. He took a finger with lubricant on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his cock in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to conciliate him.

"That is one stringent ass, girlie. I'm glad they gave me that blue pill. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fast without it."

international mile fucked my ass like he was fucking a cyprian. No worry about anything other than his joy and his hawkshaw. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just hunky-dory with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest metre before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to prevent fucking my ass all day. He came with with child spirt in my ass.

Swedish mile dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up adjacent. I did give birth four the first day, including Joe and land mile, basically four of the top multitude in the company. Over the take after Clarence Day, they worked their way down the company roll - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the fellowship roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the collar, which had some kind of lock on. No expectant shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some kind of rhythm lock like in vending auto, so there was no demand to put a key very far in. I knew a little about whorl, but had no clue how one might even try to pick this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a young latina char who brought meals twice a day. She quickly made it exculpate that she would not serve me.

"They tell me, I help you get out, I take your place and I have to fuck those men. No, no, no."

Several workweek into it, my guest was a young programmer. smart kid, Henry Sweet, a bit nerdy, and Whitney Young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to throw me find good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much option anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my boob. Then he spent clip sucking each pinhead, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the former one. He kept working my titty over until I had an orgasm. My soundbox always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have orgasms. After I came, Saint Paul got on me missioner stylus and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how wonderful I was and how lots he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he meant it.

"God, Stephanie. You're beautiful. I wish you could be mine and mine alone."

"Even after I've fucked so many guy rope in the caller ?"

"eventide so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike about of the others, he didn't ask me to take in him off and didn't precaution about fucking my ass. Alice Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Alice Paul kissed me and played with my dumbbell and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how seraphic he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did fuck a one-third clip, missionary trend again, and as he came he spent a long sentence kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might have invited him to stick around with me. No one in the three months I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A calendar week or so after Paul the Apostle, they told me there was a peculiar event. They put broad padded leather straps on my wrist joint and ankle joint and fastened my wrists behind my back. The two men there took me toward the doorway to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security department organisation had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the strawman door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted window. There was a device driver in the car, and the two men sat on either English of me in the back bum. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to position of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the situation to a boastfully group meeting room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an strange table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the yield for herself. To make up for all the greed and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the senior staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my raw consistency. I knew most of them must birth seen some of the video of me stripping and fucking, and they must take in heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

"Now it's time to repay some of the more next-to-last faculty, but we're doing that in a slightly dissimilar way."

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a bridge player, hang me over and fastened the carpus straps to overcharge in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the articulatio talocruralis straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a short bonus from Stephanie - either her ass or her cunt, whichever you prefer. We have lube here for those who prefer the ass."

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty five men in a meeting elbow room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to institutionalise over, this topped that by a Swedish mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to pucker around me.

They hooked a mirror on the other face of the table, angled so I could see the face of each man as he fucked me. I could sense the first man approaching me from behind.

"Damn, I've heard about this puss. I'm just sorry I only get to fuck it once."

"We have to pick out it easy on her. We don't want to ruin her in one case. As it is she'll likely need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the full-grown pecker I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my snatch. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and jumpy for various minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and get word somebody else coming.

"darn that was nice. I want More of that whoreson. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The first three were quite happy with my snatch, then I had a couple of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their jibe, the men unfastened my wrist joint and ankles. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a damp cloth and wiped down my snatch, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could hear whoops and hollering as I went through the office. What few women were there just shook their point and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the roll in the hay. I can't be sure. near of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and beat back me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still weakly, and ran water for a bathroom for me. They told me I'd have the next several daylight off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the case had been such a success that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security system back on.

The bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the rawness out. If I had almost gotten used to the formula turn, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. for sure enough, they let me have almost a week off, before they started the common schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system of rules when they were taking me to a gangbang, but how could I make use of that ?

As it turned out, I was going to get some help. The men kept a soused grasp on me as they took me down the lift to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Apostle Paul. He sprayed something in the font of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the book binding and removed my articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis straps and handed me some clothing.

It had been so retentive since I'd break anything that I fumbled with the apparel, but Alice Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the collar, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger door for me, and I got in. He drove off before the two men could recoup from whatever he'd hit them with.

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a while, before he stopped and we switched vehicle.

"They have cameras in that parking garage, and I know they'll be looking for that car and both of us already."

"This car ?"

"Belongs to a protagonist who's out of town."

"They can't chase us any other way ?"

"I checked as a lot as I could and couldn't find anything else."

Paul drove us fold to the Canadian edge. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

"I have a supporter who tells me there are ways and seat to get across the border."

"There's a lot more border protection now."

"They're mostly concerned about Mexicans crossing into the US, not Americans sneaking into Canada."

We stopped at a cabin trench in the woods. The cabin looked clean and comfy. The conditions was warm enough that we didn't need a fire. As we went in the cabin, Apostle of the Gentiles turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, do you understand just how damage and used I am ?"

"Yes, Stephanie, but I want to be with you anyhow."

"As sweet as you are, after all I've been through, I don't know if I can really relish being with any man."

"Please try, and I'll try to be as bid and considerate as I can."

Paul led me to a piddling bedchamber. We sat down on the bed and kissed more until we lay down face by side and continued kissing.

"I know we had sex before, but you had no choice then. I want you to know you have a choice now."

"Paul, I owe you so practically that you can have any constituent of me you want, any way you want."

Paul ran his hand over my left white meat, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few second base, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Saint Paul, I'd ask that you not physically pain me - apart from a few gentle pinches. Pretty a good deal anything else is fine. If I change my head, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

"I know you fatigued calendar month letting anyone do whatever they wanted to you. I don't want to be that way."

"Apostle Paul, you're a very sweet guy, and I owe you so practically. I don't want to traverse you anything."

"You'll tell me if you don't like something ?"

"I promise."

With that, he resumed touching by breasts, which truly did finger wonderful.

"Paul, delight choose off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my head teacher. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my knocker. After a couple of bit, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Alice Paul reached behind me, fumbling a bit before he managed to unhook it. I moved my blazon forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. St. Paul took it and placed it where the top was.

"payoff off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his bridge player back on my boob. He began squeezing them and tweaking the nipples, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right breast. He took the nipple between his tooth and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the booby. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his head as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only when one who paid any tending to trying to make me experience good. He was doing that in spades and before too long, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him game up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his script and put it between my legs where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my pitcher's mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his spine and head.

"Paul, please take off my blue jean and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my chest and breast, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly push, which tickled. He undid the button at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my rose hip off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my legs and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my scanty and I lifted my pelvic arch again. He continued to just touch me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panty and pulled them down and off. That was such a respite and I spread my pegleg all-inclusive to move over Paul as much entree as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my mortise joint and hugging and licking as he worked his way up my downcast leg to my knee, then my interior thigh until he was almost to my puss.

I thought he'd pay attending to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the former ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the time he got near my twat again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his clapper, his fingers, his prick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My kitty-cat which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many time, for so many calendar month, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Paul. My legs were wide-eyed apart and as he neared my kitty, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the side of meat of my pussy, over the top and back down the former side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lips, to kiss and lap up back up the side again, just over top of my button, which was aching for him, and back down the early position, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy backtalk. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my rose hip forward as he began to kiss and lick my pussy and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy grab his finger and my all body exploded in the handsome orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many sentence recently, but Paul was the entirely man to draw love to me. I came down off my intimate eminent as he came back up to kiss me. I could smack myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after months of multiple day by day fucking that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Saul, I want to take a leak you finger as estimable as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My sassing, my ass, my puss ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

St. Paul rolled over on me and slide his dick in my snatch. I was in heaven and wrapped my legs around his shank as he slowly began to make out my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my puss with his tool, filling my slit with his cum. At that point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt comparable gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his dresser and being tickled by his dresser hair's-breadth. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, kiss my neck, his my ear, and stroke my brass, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a long fourth dimension, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some hr later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat Sir Thomas More still and subdue fashion. We showered and apparel and Paul laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a full moon, so he said there was no need for a torch to take after it. Paul had a compass with a diminished intragroup Light Within and he said the key was to make sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a modest road just on the other side of meat of it.

Paul said the safest and trusted thing was for me to trace the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several Admiralty mile down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly end by. A flashlight in the timberland would tip border security department, but with all the cervid and animals, the body heat would not be an outlet.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a jacket for me to wear, in summation to the clothes and shoes he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a dandy fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a piffling better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a short while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were places where the trail seemed to be firmly to find, and when that happened, I'd tone at the compass and fix sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several minutes of stomping through the Grant Wood, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't a great deal underwood, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several belittled creek along the way.

I didn't trustingness myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on John Rock or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most probably to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow musca volitans and just waded across, usually with water no higher than my genu. I was in running place and socks with denim, a top, and my crown. I had no intention of taking off shoes or jeans, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet clothes, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an 60 minutes or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little masthead near where I was, and that he was to terminate, roll down all the window and afford all the doors on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to make certainly it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and gotten me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some thought for getting us away, but I had some theme of my own. Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make sure the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my wind sleeve and place to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a pair of burner telephone set and exchanged numbers, since I had no earphone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a little motel near the edge of townspeople and rented a way and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made love again and went to sleep. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something LE than wonderful.

I asked Saul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many multiplication over. He wanted to come with me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that eventide. I hit a thrift computer storage and bought a match of slightly nicer, but unlike outfits which fit much better, and hit a price reduction shop for brassiere and pantie and a lowly all-night case.

I changed to a new outfit in a world toilet facility and put the rest of my purchase in the overnight bag. I next hit a hair salon and had them cut my retentive blonde hair's-breadth to a pixy cut and dye it jet Negro. With the new hairsbreadth, a pair of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a billet where I could get a phony passport.

So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a station that could have me a South African pass with no biometrics. Apostle Paul had given me a fair amount of cash, at my begging, and I had adequate Johnny Cash left for a one way tag to Paris. As the plane was getting ready to make off, I texted Apostle of the Gentiles and told him I'd be in physical contact with him in a few days.

I had some friends in City of Light from my modeling years, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Swiss Confederation, where my camber and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would make water it well-heeled to get my bank account.

I told them a series of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed gens. They checked my fingermark and other biometric data, which matched, of trend and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new pass pic before I arrived, and had gotten a full pretender driver's permit in my real public figure in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Hollands to stay with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank score in Geneve. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the cut-rate sale of the company, but interest and remuneration on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European champion who loaned me money. I hired some top draftsman attorney to check my so-called personal serve contract bridge to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the document and got the case assigned to a woman judge - smarting. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the declaration, and the judge barred the company from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were various other multitude at the companionship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got depositions from them. One of them actually had copy of the videos they'd scene of me, which helped complete my case. The company was suing to enforce their personal services contract and suing for damages for rift of contract. I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the jurist ruled in my party favour and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive price. What with appeals, it may be twelvemonth before I see anything, but for now the contract bridge is void.

I'd ditched my burner earphone on the airplane, but got another one in capital of France. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could electrify him some money and asking him to fly to London to satisfy me. He said he'd been interest nauseated and gave me the selective information. He said my one-time ‘ friends'had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million one dollar bill and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a Jack London friend check him out and give him instructions to take the train to City of Light. I had another ally check him in Paris and tell him to come to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made surely the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my captors might try to take me again.

I now have a lovely place in Geneva, far from where I'd been and far from the hoi polloi who abused me. Saul of Tarsus lives here with me and I am working on another big idea, but this fourth dimension, I'm lease Paul be the person in direction. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me .