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

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim figure, nice boobs, long blonde hair, and a pretty fount. During college, I modeled part time, making upright money, to pay for college and supply a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potentials for new estimation and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very hurt, capable mass around me. I needed a team, because as open as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a vision for a web app, unlike anything else on the market. I knew this app would spread new universe for people, if done right hand. I had a vision for how it should seem, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a picayune about code. I found the great unwashed who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay hoi polloi to bring my sight into reality. I drove my the great unwashed hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could afford at the time.

I scared up some funding, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was vital, I had mellow anticipation and when people fell scant I let them do it it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some form of role model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the technical school world. But because I was a womanhood, I was a bitch.

My staple assumption was that when we made it big, I'd wages all the masses who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to back guess me or have the power to undercut my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to places we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying hoi polloi as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office staff nearly of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of mouth. Before prospicient, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a common job 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 section we created began to pull the attention of some much bigger fellowship. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and proceed building for another six month, we'd be a major success.

constituent of that meant defending our sward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market and client. That meant continuing to heighten the product, even as we tried to defend our marketplace share. With our cash site, that was becoming increasingly unmanageable. That was where we were when another technical school giant, which will go nameless, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to sell, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. Look at the troupe that opened new things only to get beat by other companies that left them in the dust. They are host. I didn't want to go down as just another groundbreaker who got rhythm at their own game. So when they came in and offered me immediate payment for my company, I had to weigh it.

I knew this caller had the technical foul resources and fiscal clout to make a success of this. They were offering all hard currency for 100 % of the caller. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could bend around and pursue still early estimate 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 related 1. That still left deal of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the society. Not bad for 4 year of very knockout work. I negotiated in orphic, with only the society lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal service contract to furnish merchandising and promotional services for the fellowship 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 course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal service contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, check 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 filthy surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how retentive I could hold on making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without continued promotion, my grocery portion would startle to slip one's mind, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling business, I'd traveled to Schweiz, and had opened an invoice at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big Pearl Buck in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss people are about their banks. I insisted that at the conclusion, the monetary fund be wired to my Swiss camber bill. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condo, just out of doors town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condominium was very nice, but a bit odd - a voluptuous support room, but a bingle bedroom and toilet. The edifice had key access only for the elevator, and the lift would claim you only to your right floor.

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

"fountainhead, gentlemen, you now have a company."

They looked at each former, had footling misanthropic smile, and replied.

"Plus incline benefits, as it were."

"incline benefits ? What the underworld are you talking about ?"

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

"What the sin is this ? Get this matter off me !"

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

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the somebody who had put the pinch on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to jade some damned neckband ?"

"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 pursuit first. Let's just say they made me a very nice fling to keep you unaware of sealed contract bridge provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a rotten cunt to me and everyone else at that company for a long damned time."

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

"Tried to be fairly 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 millions, while we're golden if they let us remain to deliver a job."

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

The two White House looked at each former and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the threshold to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt dangerous galvanizing stupor going through my dead body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the jar running through my body, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condo during the terminal figure of your personal serve contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"Five years."

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

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

"What about my apparel ? 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 slight tingling from the collar. I looked at them and they had big grins on their faces.

"That is just to let you cognise. Do you really want us to zigzag it up to infliction levels ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of the great unwashed and now you get more than a gustatory perception of ill-usage and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a chance to direct percentage in your humiliation."

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

I felt the prickling increase, but still short of actual pain levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another daze the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the book binding of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high bounder 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 belt, then unbuttoned the button above the side zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to go along. I unzipped the annulus and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the book binding of the chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and mongrel. Keep going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white foresighted arm top. It did not button all the way to my neck opening, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well retiring having to flash a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the social movement unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuff on the sleeves 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 spinal column of the chair and stood there in bra and panties with my arms crossed, tapping my human foot against the level. One of the execs had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little shudder from the collar. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big clip. In the meantime, I had little choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it fall forward off my articulatio humeri, baring my c-cup boobs. I was embarrassed to ascertain my nipples hard and standing up.

That made me more tempestuous and defiant as I placed my bra across the Same chair. I put my men on my hips, not even attempting to cover or shroud my dope. I didn't want to give them the delight of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one exec smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. Firm, no droop. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

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

The other White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my panty down my legs, picked them up off the level and put them with my former clothes. I noticed that the panty were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the thought that I might be turned on by being forced to peel for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So accept you had your fun now ?"

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

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

"Don't interrogative sentence it, just do it."

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

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do expect 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 bloomers, and looked up to see the nastiest grinning I could ever accept expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me warn you, if you hurt him in any way, the hurting you felt going out that threshold will be nothing compared to what you'll tactile property in return."

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

As long as I had on this damned collar, I felt like I had little choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his tool and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to look at one of the White House and realized they'd been videoing my denudation and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to proceed picture evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the head word of his shaft between my brim, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could try a little of Joe's precum on the end of his pecker as I did. I decided to give them their money's Worth of chagrin, and took it back in my oral fissure, a footling deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the spine of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my oral cavity, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the full point of choking me. I did what little I could with my backtalk, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my former hand against his hip to arouse myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and observe him from shoving too a good deal of the hammer down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as closing curtain to him as he could and came with a great gush into my mouth and pharynx. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choking coil on his shaft and his cum, though it took a duo of swallows to get to the highest degree of it down. Joe released my top dog and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

As I began to breathe normally again, I stood up and faced the execs.

"So you've had your little thrill. You made me strip and suck off mortal on camera. Do you feel all happy inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract. This is just the beginning - just the first morning of the world-class day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot Thomas More cock before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the term of our contract obliege you to execute whatever services we ask, including explicitly intimate services. bit, we passed some money to some the great unwashed and got a discharge in the prostitution laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suck hoi polloi off for the following five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to hump them too, kitty and ass. You are now our troupe whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a whole lot inexpensive ?"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. address it a memory bonus, and a chance to get back at the char who has fucked them over for all these years."

"spirit, I have money from the sales agreement. I'll share it. What do you want for them ? 50 million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't matter if you offered us the whole $ 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 clothes and was standing there with his dick as hard as ever.

"Now I want to have it off you. Lie down and spread those legs."

I turned to the two execs, who smiled and I felt the choker tingle again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the story and spread my wooden leg. My kitty was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the EXEC commented.

"We'll have you shave that cunt once Joe is completely finished. Have to save things neater."

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my boobs. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could find myself getting even wetter between the legs. What was most humiliating about the unit affair was that it felt serious. My body was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't assistance it, as he played with my boobs, I began moving my hip around.

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

Joe began to suck up on one dumbbell as he played with the other one and ran his other paw down to my pussy. It was hard to even retain track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one tit as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My mamilla were just about as intemperately as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my puss, first just down the back talk, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my snatch as he played with me. Joe took his centre finger and put it deep into me and began to finger hump my pussy as he used his quarter round and index fingerbreadth to act as with my clit.

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

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

"Bitch, you can't imagine how tenacious I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to have it off me, slowly at first, then picking up stop number. As he did, I began to screw him back. I could sense the heat rising through my body as he plunged his prick as trench in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some sort of weird payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could finger my cunt tighten around his cock, and heard Joe groan as it did. I could feel the best orgasm of my spirit building up, and I came, losing torso ascendance and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my eyes closed, gasping and trying to catch my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his cock twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

"shucks, gripe. I think you enjoyed that more than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, hombre, that was Charles Frederick Worth it. I'd almost birth paid you for the prospect to do that."

The White House smiled before one of them spoke.

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

"Yeah, but I need a chance to regain from that first. daughter, clean me up."

Joe pulled my oral sex down toward his groin. I didn't even fight it at this dot. I went down there and began sucking on his cock and cleaning my juices 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 voiceless again.

"Okay, girl. workforce and knee joint - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knees, 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 dick against my whoreson, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"lady friend, you do whatever I want, when I want. realise ?"

I just nodded as he eased the header of his stopcock just inside my bunghole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the entirely lubricator was my saliva and whatever of my succus remained on his prick. He took it well-situated though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a little farther each fourth dimension until I could palpate him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his clump swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, 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 good as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was glad when he finally shot his consignment deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to make up him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the level, with his cum dripping out of my pussy and my ass. My heart were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and set forth to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to convalesce from it all.

"So Joe, are you felicitous with what you got ?"

"tinker's dam, yes. Almost worth all the grief I put up with for the hold up few years."

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to have her use a coffin nail fireplug to adulterate that ass out a bit. A fiddling too compressed for comfort."

"okey, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and knock off that pussy. You'll have another client in an 60 minutes or so."

I got up and looked around and my clothes were not on the chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of article of clothing on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to take them. You won't need any clothes for any serving 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 dot ?"

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I bear, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guy wire a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to fuck. Most clock time, your Nox will be your own."

"So I'm here as your cocotte for the next five days ?"

"That was the terminal figure, but we could renegociate for a longer period."

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention bonus for many of your former employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have hatful to observe you busy."

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

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the perdition 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 kitty. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the pedestal by the bed."

They walked out the door, carrying my clothes, and closed the door behind them. I went in the john and showered. I washed out my pussy and ass as Best I could. I had an implant that had about three days of life left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting meaning.

Five year of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple fucks 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 shit out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to cypher something out along the way.

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

I looked in the wardrobe, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this pinch, I'd have to find some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to envision out how to get out of the building. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? fate of problems to work, but I was always good at solving problems.

A niggling later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my chief data ship's officer. He was my next client and seemed to savour the hazard to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to do to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to cognise you can get so a great deal pleasance from someone else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to relish having Joe fuck 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 fortune. On your hands and human knee, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

"We're just doing doggy way, but if you're good, maybe I'll use lubricating substance before I fuck your ass."

Miles came behind me and started putting his fingers in my pussycat. I was surprised that I was already wet.

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

Miles took his cock and eased it into my twat. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly gentle. 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 boobs as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My mind was being betrayed by my organic structure. 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 guys, no stimulation, no prelim, no real consent, and yet I was having the better sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had a lot sex in a long sentence ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my knocker and pulled my hips tight, shoved his slit deep in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to range my boldness and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, cleanse it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouth as abstruse as I could. knot drove the military action, fucking my mouthpiece as I lay there. He quickly got voiceless again and hurl his pecker until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no control at all as he fucked my mouth hard and immobile. I took whatever breaths I could around his piece of tail, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

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

"shit girlie. They said this was a incentive. I need to figure out what to do to get to a greater extent of these bonuses."

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

"And your pussy is just aching to have my pecker back in it again."

"Keep in mind, I'm just here as a fancy woman. Do you really think a lady of pleasure gives a shit about her guest ?"

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

"table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my manus and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him unfold the drawer. I could smack the lubricating substance as he lubed up his peter. He took a finger with lubricator on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his shaft 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 gladiolus they gave me that blue anovulatory drug. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fast without it."

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No business about anything other than his delight and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longsighted time before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to keep fucking my ass all day. He came with great spurts in my ass.

knot dressed and left, and I cleaned up in cooking for whoever showed up following. I did have four the maiden day, including Joe and geographical mile, basically four of the top people in the fellowship. Over the following days, they worked their way down the companionship roll - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the caller roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the collar, which had some sort of lock on. No majuscule shock absorber there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their catch. They used some variety of round of golf lock like in vending political machine, so there was no need to put a key very far in. I knew a little about ringlet, 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 repast twice a day. She quickly made it clear that she would not assist me.

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a young software engineer. Smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making erotic love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really examine to make me feel good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have lots option anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my bosom. Then he spent time sucking each knocker, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the former one. He kept working my dummy over until I had an sexual climax. My soundbox always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have orgasms. After I came, Apostle Paul got on me missionary mode and eased his prick into me.

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

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

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

"Even so."

After he came, Alice Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to make out him. Saint Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how scented he was. I almost wished he was my sole lover.

We did have it away a third time, missional style again, and as he came he spent a farsighted time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one to a greater extent client coming that day, which was disappointing. If St. Paul had been the shoemaker's last, I might feature invited him to appease with me. No one in the three month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A hebdomad or so after Paul, they told me there was a especial consequence. They put wide-eyed padded leather straps on my wrist and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my cover. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front 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 driver in the car, and the two men sat on either slope of me in the second posterior. 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 offices of what I realized was the ship's company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the offices to a vauntingly meeting room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an unusual table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To spend a penny up for all the greed and ill treatment of the stave, she has been providing serving, mostly to the aged staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my raw body. I knew near of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and ass, and they must throw heard about the ‘ bonus'for some staff.

"Now it's time to reward some of the to a greater extent junior staff, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the early man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a paw, bent me over and fastened the wrist straps to hooks in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the ankle joint straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a little incentive from Stephanie - either her ass or her kitty, 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 way of the fellowship. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to air over, this topped that by a 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 gather around me.

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

"red cent, I've heard about this twat. I'm just sorry I only get to fuck it once."

"We have to select it well-fixed on her. We don't want to ruin her in one event. As it is she'll probable need Clarence Day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the gravid cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my hip and fucked me hard and rough for several min before coming in me. He pulled out and I could find and hear someone else coming.

"Damn that was decent. I want more of that jack. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The first three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a couple of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the fourth dimension it was done, I was sore as perdition and had cum running down my legs from all the nooky. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my carpus and ankle joint. As they straightened me up they had to give me because my legs were so weak.

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

I think I came about three clock time during the fucking. I can't be sure. nigh of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and labor me back to the condo. They put me in the bath. My legs were still watery, and ran pee for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several days off, then go back to a pattern schedule. One of the men said the event had been such a achiever that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security measures system back on.

The bathtub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal modus operandi, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me let almost a week off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security measure system 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 assistance. The men kept a tight appreciation on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Apostle of the Gentiles. He sprayed something in the facial expression of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the spine and removed my wrist and ankle strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd haggard anything that I fumbled with the wearing apparel, but Paul the Apostle 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 recover 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 fomite.

"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 friend who's out of town."

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

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

Paul drove us come together to the Canadian border. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot Thomas More molding security now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the Grant Wood. The cabin looked light and comfy. The weather was fond enough that we didn't need a fire. As we went in the cabin, Apostle Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

"Paul, do you sympathise 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 enjoy being with any man."

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

Saul led me to a little bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed more than until we lay down side by English and continued kissing.

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

"Alice Paul, I owe you so a great deal that you can have any part of me you want, any way you want."

Apostle Paul ran his hand over my left titty, 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 ?"

"St. Paul, I'd ask that you not physically suffer me - apart from a few aristocratical jot. Pretty much anything else is fine. If I change my brain, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

"I know you spent months letting anyone do whatever they wanted to you. I don't want to be that way."

"Saint Paul, you're a very seraphic guy, and I owe you so very much. I don't want to deny you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Paul, please bring off my top."

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

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Paul reached behind me, fumbling a bit before he managed to unhook it. I moved my weapons system forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Saul of Tarsus took it and placed it where the top was.

"take off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his paw back on my dumbbell. He began squeezing them and tweaking the mamilla, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right hand white meat. He took the mamilla between his teeth and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the boob. 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 Saame to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the month I'd been with all those men, Saint Paul was the alone one who paid any tending to trying to gain me palpate good. He was doing that in coon and before too farseeing, I had an climax from his efforts.

I pulled him plunk for up and we kissed some more as his workforce wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his hired hand and put it between my legs where I could tell I was getting wet. Saul rubbed my mound through my apparel as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

"Paul, please deal off my dungaree and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly clit, which tickled. He undid the clitoris at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that region, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my leg and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my step-in and I lifted my hips again. He continued to just touch me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please deal them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the step-in and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my legs full to give Apostle Paul as much access as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and necking and licking as he worked his way up my glower leg to my knee, then my inner second joint until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay aid to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the other ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that position as well. By the clip he got near my puss again, I was on ardour. I wanted him, I needed him - his rima oris, his knife, his fingers, his dick, anything.

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

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the back talk, to kiss and thrash back up the side again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the former side, just barely grazing the exterior of my pussy lips. I thought I was going to go mad from intimate desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big kiss, right in the midpoint of my pussy.

I thrust my hip forward as he began to kiss and lick my kitty-cat and clit, first just on the outer brim, then sticking his knife into me. Saint 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 digit and my whole body exploded in the freehanded climax I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many fourth dimension recently, but St. Paul was the simply man to bring in love to me. I came down off my sexual heights as he came back up to buss me. I could savor myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would recall after months of multiple day by day ass that sex would ingest no frisson, but he gave me that thrill.

"Alice Paul, I want to make you feel as in force as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my twat ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slip his cock in my pussy. I was in Heaven and wrapped my stage around his shank as he slowly began to sleep with my kitty-cat. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my cunt with his pecker, filling my pussy with his cum. At that compass point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as very much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his gumshoe trench in me and came with what felt like Imperial gallon. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his dresser and being tickled by his chest of drawers hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to osculate me, kiss my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each former for a long time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual castle in Spain. When we woke, some hours later, we made dear again, albeit in a somewhat more unagitated and curb fashion. We showered and dressed and Alice Paul laid out the design for that evening.

There was a track starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a replete lunation, so he said there was no motivation for a flashlight to follow it. Apostle of the Gentiles had a grasp with a low internal light and he said the key was to make sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded surface area and a little road just on the former side of it.

Paul said the dependable and indisputable thing was for me to stick to the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several miles down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd movement us to Montreal, which was fairly closing by. A flashlight in the timber would tip border certificate, but with all the deer and animals, the dead body heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Saul had a jacket for me to tire out, in accession to the clothes and shoes he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a niggling better in Montreal. Apostle of the Gentiles kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little patch for my eye to set to the duskiness, but the moonlight was shining and it helped.

There were places where the track seemed to be hard to bump, and when that happened, I'd look at the orbit and make certainly, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective minutes of stomping through the forest, I'd find something resembling the lead again. There wasn't much underwood, so the going was pretty slow, though there were several small-scale brook along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the darkness to navigate stepping on rock music or fallen tress to get across the Creek. I figured I was most likely to lessen and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with urine no higher than my genu. I was in running shoes and air sock with denim, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off shoes or denim, 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 minute or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little flagstone near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll down all the Windows and give 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 construct sure it was Paul and only Apostle Paul in the car picking me up.

Alice 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 theme for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to build certain the car was illuminate before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my windsock and brake shoe to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a span of burner earpiece and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul the Apostle found a little motel near the boundary of Ithiel Town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panty which were still a bit messy from to begin with. We made love again and went to slumber. In the morning time, my dress were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Alice Paul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift stock and bought a yoke of slightly nicer, but dissimilar outfits which fit much just, and hit a discount store for bras and step-in and a belittled all-night slip.

I changed to a new outfit in a public toilet facility and put the rest of my purchase in the nightlong bag. I next hit a hair's-breadth beauty salon and had them cut my long light-haired hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new fuzz, a pair of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a phony passport.

So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric data on their pass, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a berth that could founder me a South African passport with no biometry. Paul had given me a honest quantity of cash, at my beggary, and I had enough John Cash left for a one way just the ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting gear up to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact lens with him in a few twenty-four hours.

I had some booster in genus Paris from my modeling Day, and hit one of them for a plaza to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from genus Paris to Genf and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own gens, which would stool it easygoing to get my depository financial institution account.

I told them a series of one-half true statement, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to EC under an usurp public figure. They checked my fingermark and other biometric data, which matched, of path and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new recommendation photo before I arrived, and had gotten a dear phoney driver's permit in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of years for them to check into everything out and get me the new recommendation, but I had modeling Quaker in geneva to stick around with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my device driver license, accessed my camber account in Geneva. I had lashings of money there. The meg I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but interest and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European supporter who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to check my supposed personal services contract bridge to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the papers and got the case assigned to a woman evaluator - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the judge barred the company from enforcing it until there was a entire trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several other masses at the companionship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got deposition from them. One of them actually had copies of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my case. The company was suing to enforce their personal help declaration and suing for hurt for breach of contract. I was counter suing for assumed imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my party favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive damages. What with collection, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract bridge is void.

I'd ditched my burner phone on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Apostle Paul, asking where I could electrify him some money and asking him to fly to London to meet me. He said he'd been care sick and gave me the entropy. He said my former ‘ friends'had put out a million dollar bill 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 dollar sign and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a Greater London admirer check him out and feed him instruction manual to need the geartrain to Paris. I had another admirer check him in genus Paris and order him to come to Geneve. In the interim, I'd made sure the Swiss people police force were cognisant of my former abduction and told them my captor might try to take me again.

I now have a lovely berth in Geneva, far from where I'd been and far from the people who abused me. St. Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big estimation, but this time, I'm rental Saul be the mortal in kick. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me .