preeminence : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual thrall, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please bound off this story.

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My gens 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 digit, nice boobs, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a pretty face. During college, I modeled part clock time, making good money, to pay for college and provide a snuggle egg for what I really wanted. I had dream, I had a vision, and I saw voltage for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very chic, open people around me. I needed a team, because as adequate to as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a sight for a web app, unlike anything else on the food market. I knew this app would open new world for citizenry, if done right. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not coder enough to do this, though I knew a little about codification. I found people who could do this and used my cuddle egg from modeling to pay hoi polloi to bring in my imaginativeness into realism. I drove my hoi polloi hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hr 24-hour interval, 7 days a calendar week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever business office I could afford 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 gamy expectations and when masses fell brusk I let them screw it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of theatrical role model. the pits, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the technical school existence. But because I was a char, I was a bitch.

My basic assumption was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept lone ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to second opine me or accept the great power to undersell my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to blank space we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying multitude as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office nigh of the time anyhow. We had a becoming rollout, with good word of mouth. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in tax income, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a green 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 fire, but the segment we created began to attract the attention of some much bigger ship's company. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and proceed building for another six months, we'd be a major success.

Part of that meant defending our sward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market and clients. That meant continuing to raise the product, even as we tried to fight back our market share. With our cash situation, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech whale, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to deal, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. await at the companies that opened new things only to get beat by early party that left them in the dust. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got beat at their own game. So when they came in and offered me immediate payment for my company, I had to think it.

I knew this company had the technical imagination and fiscal biff to make a success of this. They were offering all hard currency for 100 % of the company. I lost all top side, but had no downside, and could plough around and engage still other idea that were floating around in my head. They were pretty tough nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my grocery store segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the society. Not bad for 4 years of very hard employment. I negotiated in occult, with only the troupe lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to ratify a personal services declaration to leave marketing and promotional avail 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 form. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sales agreement on the personal inspection and repair 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 matter, boss."

Do you hope your attorney ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was all right, that there would be no nasty surprise, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Holy Writ and found myself wondering how foresightful I could keep back making payroll with the way the hard currency was coming. Without extend packaging, my market place contribution would start to dislocate, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my mold task, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an news report at a Swiss bank building at that meter. I didn't have big Pearl Sydenstricker Buck in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their bank building. I insisted that at the windup, the funds be wired to my Swiss people bank story. The buyer hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the shutdown at a very exclusive condominium, just exterior Town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very decent, but a bit odd - a voluptuous animation room, but a bingle bedroom and toilet. The edifice 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 White House from the company buying my society. I had to sign up the Commerce in eight places, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my coin bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my speech sound to match and as soon as the money was there, I signed the live item.

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

They looked at each other, had fiddling cynical smiles, and replied.

"Plus side welfare, as it were."

"side of meat benefits ? What the hell are you talking about ?"

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

"What the Hell is this ? Get this thing off me !"

"well, you now have a personal inspection and repair contract bridge with us. You'll find that is a part of the contract."

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the mortal who had put the dog collar on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to jade some goddam 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 interests first. Let's just say they made me a very nice offer to keep you unaware of sure contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

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

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

"Tried to be clean 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 continue to have a job."

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

The two execs looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the doorway to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt severe galvanic shocks going through my dead body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a quite a little, with the electrical shock 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 full term of your personal avail contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"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 reason, 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 collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

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

"That is just to let you get laid. Do you really want us to crank it up to annoyance levels ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of people and now you get to a greater extent than a gustatory modality of abuse and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a fortune to get hold of part in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingle increase, but still short of genuine pain levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another electric shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high heels and set them on the president 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 position zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the professorship with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and bastards. prevent going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Theodore Harold White long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to flash a dummy to get somewhere. Once I had the front man unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could take in me do this, but they could not take down me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the binding of the chair and stood there in bra and pantie with my arms crossed, tapping my foot against the floor. 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 small shudder from the shoe collar. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big sentence. In the meantime, I had little choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it light forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup boobs. I was embarrassed to discover my nipples hard and standing up.

That made me more furious and noncompliant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my work force on my hips, not even attempting to cover or hide my boob. I didn't want to devote 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. house, no sag. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my physical structure as if I was car, sign of the zodiac, or particularly juicy meal.

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

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

"So have you had your fun now ?"

"My dear Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will keep on for quite a while."

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the collar tingling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the White House 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 knickers, and looked up to see the awful smiling I could ever have expected to see.

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that much spoiled. I didn't even want to look at Joe's typeface as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the prospect to direct parting in this. I could hardly consider it. I was hard on my hoi polloi, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the picket.

As long as I had on this maledict shoe collar, I felt like I had niggling choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his cock and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to look at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep video evidence of it as well.

My taking into custody tingled again, so I took the school principal of his cock between my brim, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could try a minuscule of Joe's precum on the end of his dick as I did. I decided to have them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my sass, a piffling deeper this sentence while stroking the rest of it with my script. Joe moaned and grabbed the binding of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the full point of choking me. I did what picayune I could with my backtalk, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my early hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and keep him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to rest as Joe pulled my promontory as tight to him as he could and came with a with child outpouring into my mouth and throat. I tried to swallow up, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a duad of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

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

"So you've had your picayune thrills. You made me funnies and suck off someone on tv camera. Do you find all happy inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year declaration. This is just the beginning - just the maiden morning of the commencement day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more dicks before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. low, the terms of our contract bridge obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual services. Second, we passed some money to some hoi polloi and got a release in the whoredom law for your contract bridge and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suction people off for the next five age ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, purulent and ass. You are now our party whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a whole lot cheaper ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of the great unwashed - in and out of your party. 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. holler it a retention bonus, and a chance to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

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

"It wouldn't thing 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 roll in the hay you. Lie down and spread those legs."

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and fan out my legs. My pussy was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the execs commented.

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

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

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

Joe began to suck on one boob as he played with the other one and ran his other hired hand down to my pussy. It was hard to even stay fresh racecourse of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My pap were just about as unvoiced as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a digit down my dent, first just down the sassing, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my hip as well. I could find my juices gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index fingerbreadth to play with my clit.

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

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

"kick, you can't think how long I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to eff me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel the estrus rising through my soundbox as he plunged his prick 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 sorting of uncanny payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could palpate my pussy tighten up around his stopcock, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the best sexual climax of my life building up, and I came, losing soundbox control 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 breathing spell as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

"damn, bitch. I think you enjoyed that Sir Thomas More than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his motherfucker slowly wilting.

"shucks, guys, that was worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the prospect to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a opportunity to reclaim from that first. Girl, clean me up."

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

"O.K., little girl. Hands and knees - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me impress my branch farther apart. I didn't even know or deal what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the psyche of his dick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"young woman, you do whatever I want, when I want. Understand ?"

I just nodded as he eased the pass of his peter just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lube was my saliva and whatever of my juices remained on his son of a bitch. He took it leisurely though as he slid his dick in me, going back and Forth just a little further each time 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, but the farther along he went, the near 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 happy when he finally shot his load deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to induce him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the storey, with his cum dripping out of my pussy and my ass. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and depart to put his dress back on. I just lay there, trying to recover from it all.

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

"diddley, yes. Almost worth all the heartache I put up with for the last 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 lilliputian too fuddled for comfort."

"okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and trim that snatch. You'll have another client in an time of day 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 clothing on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My dress ?"

"You aren't going to need them. You won't need any clothes for any help you provide for a foresighted 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 full point ?"

"What about intellectual nourishment ?"

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

"What can I carry, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to have it off. Most multiplication, your nights will be your own."

"So I'm here as your cyprian for the next five years ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the holding incentive for many of your other employees. A clustering 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 plenty to keep 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 company whore."

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the sin 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 knock off that cunt. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the room access, carrying my apparel, and closed the door behind them. I went in the bathroom and showered. I washed out my snatch and ass as Best I could. I had an implant that had about three years of lifespan left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting pregnant.

Five class of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple fucks by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me loosen, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The prospect scared the squat out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have metre to try to figure something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an clyster, 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 holes, 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 loo, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could project out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to detect some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to compute 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 ? Lots of problems to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from mi, who had been my chief entropy policeman. He was my next node and seemed to relish the hazard to fuck me just as often as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to add up to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to know you can get so much pleasure from individual else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe fuck you."

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

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

"There's lube in the table."

"We're just doing pooch stylus, but if you're good, maybe I'll use lubricant before I fuck your ass."

statute mile came behind me and started putting his fingers in my pussy. I was surprised that I was already wet.

"hoot, girlie. Looks like you're cook for me already."

nautical mile took his turncock and eased it into my kitty-cat. 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 breast as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My psyche was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me sooner. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these bozo, no foreplay, no preliminaries, no material consent, and yet I was having the scoop sex of my life-time. Was it just because I hadn't had lots sex in a prospicient time ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the fortune. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my pelvic girdle tight, shoved his cock up deep in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to straddle my case and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, strip it off."

My branch were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my back talk as deep as I could. knot drove the action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and thrust his prick until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no command at all as he fucked my sass toilsome and riotous. I took whatever intimation I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a minuscule woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as trench 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.

"Damn girlie. They said this was a bonus. I need to fancy out what to do to get to a greater extent 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 twat is just aching to have my dick back in it again."

"hold in mind, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a whore gives a diddly about her node ?"

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

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in billet, girlie."

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

"That is one tight ass, girlie. I'm glad they gave me that blue sky 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 cyprian. No concern about anything other than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest 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.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up next. I did take in four the first gear day, including Joe and international mile, basically four of the top people in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the troupe roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the company roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent clip looking at the collar, which had some kind of whorl on. No great shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their taking into custody. They used some kind of cycle lock like in vending car, so there was no need to put a key very far in. I knew a little about locks, but had no cue how one might even try to nibble this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a new latina woman who brought meals twice a day. She quickly made it clear that she would not help me.

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a young software engineer. smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and unseasoned. Unlike most of the others, he tried making dear to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me feel expert before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have practically choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my pinhead. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the former one. He kept working my boobs over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not stimulate coming. After I came, Paul got on me missional style and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how wonderful I was and how a great deal 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 guys in the ship's company ?"

"eve so."

After he came, Saint Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my consistence 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 fuck him. Paul kissed me and played with my booby and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how unfermented he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did fuck a third sentence, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a recollective clock time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one Thomas More node coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might have invited him to stay with me. No one in the three months I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Paul, they told me there was a peculiar outcome. They put spacious padded leather straps on my carpus and ankle joint and fastened my wrist behind my rear. 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 windowpane. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either incline of me in the back stern. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another lift, which took us to offices of what I realized was the caller I'd sold.

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

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

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my raw physical structure. I knew near of them must deliver seen some of the videos of me stripping and shtup, and they must have heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

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

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my binding and the two men each took a bridge player, bent me over and fastened the carpus straps to sneak in the table. They kicked my infantry apart and fastened the ankle joint straps to legs of the table.

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

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty dollar bill five men in a encounter room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a international mile. There was absolutely nil I could do, and what was tough, I knew my pussycat was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

They hooked a mirror on the other English of the tabular array, angled so I could see the face of each man as he fucked me. I could feel the low man approaching me from behind.

"tinker's dam, I've heard about this snatch. I'm just sorry I only get to know it once."

"We have to take it easy on her. We don't want to bankrupt her in one event. As it is she'll likely need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the heavy hammer I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my slit. He grabbed my hips and fucked me unvoiced and unsmooth for respective moment before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear person else coming.

"red cent that was prissy. I want more of that turd. Just order me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

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

Someone took a deaden cloth and wiped down my slit, ass, and leg, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could hear whoops and roar as I went through the part. What few women were there just didder their drumhead 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 shag. I can't be surely. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still weak, and ran water for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the following respective day off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the event had been such a success that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security measure system back on.

The Bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal routine, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me sustain almost a workweek off, before they started the common schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system 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 help. The men kept a cockeyed hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the number one wood turned around and was Saul of Tarsus. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and ankle strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so retentive since I'd fag out anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the catch, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger doorway 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 vehicles.

"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 give chase us any other way ?"

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

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

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

"There's a lot to a greater extent border security now."

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

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

"Paul, do you understand just how damaged and used I am ?"

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

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

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

Paul led me to a little bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed Sir Thomas More until we lay down side by side and continued kissing.

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

"Paul, I owe you so much that you can birth any component part of me you want, any way you want."

St. Paul ran his hired man over my allow for titty, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few seconds, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically pain me - apart from a few placate pinches. Pretty much anything else is amercement. If I change my mind, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

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

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

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

"I promise."

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

"Apostle Paul, please exact 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 storey beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my boobs. After a duet of minute, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"proceeds off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hired man back on my boobs. 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 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 Same to it. He caressed my right field breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to attain me feel good. He was doing that in nigra and before too long, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him bet on up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my dead body to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs where I could tell I was getting wet. Apostle of the Gentiles rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

"Paul the Apostle, delight subscribe off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my consistence, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my cervix, to my chest and dummy, to my tummy, sticking his clapper in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the release at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my pelvic arch off the bed as he pulled my blue jean slowly down my leg and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my panties and I lifted my articulatio coxae again. He continued to just bear on me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my legs wide to present Saint Paul as much approach as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and trouncing as he worked his way up my blue leg to my stifle, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his succor, instead, he went to the other ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that English as well. By the time he got near my pussycat again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My cunt 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 Saint Paul. My legs were wide apart and as he neared my cunt, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the side of my pussy, over the top and back down the other side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lips, to kiss and lick back up the side again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the former face, just barely grazing the exterior of my pussy lips. 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 articulatio coxae forward as he began to osculate and lick my cunt and clit, first just on the outer back talk, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a digit in my pussycat, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy grab his fingerbreadth and my whole soundbox exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Apostle of the Gentiles was the only man to pass water dear to me. I came down off my sexual mellow as he came back up to osculate me. I could taste myself on his rim and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after month of multiple daily shag that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to make you find as good as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you need ? My mouth, my ass, my snatch ? All of them, any of them are yours. contract them, please."

Saul rolled over on me and slid his cock in my kitty. I was in Eden and wrapped my legs around his shank as he slowly began to know my puss. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my puss with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that percentage 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 pecker deep in me and came with what felt similar gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his chest and being tickled by his pectus hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, kiss my cervix, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a long sentence, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual daydream. When we woke, some hours later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat Thomas More cool off and subdued way. We showered and dressed and Alice Paul laid out the architectural plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a entire moon, so he said there was no need for a flashlight to keep up it. Paul had a compass with a minuscule internal luminance and he said the key was to build sure as shooting to head north. There was a heavily wooded orbit and a minor road just on the early side of it.

Apostle of the Gentiles said the safest and certain matter was for me to follow the lead, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing respective miles down the road. He'd come across me along the route in Canada, then he'd cause us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip border surety, but with all the cervid and beast, the trunk oestrus would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a jacket for me to wear, in addition to the clothes and place he'd provided earlier. The apparel were not a corking fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a niggling better in Montreal. Saul of Tarsus kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a piddling while for my eyes to adjust to the swarthiness, but the moonshine was smart and it helped.

There were stead where the trail seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I'd tone at the compass and make for sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after various hour of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the track again. There wasn't much underbrush, so the going was pretty easy, though there were various modest creek along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to pilot stepping on sway or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most probable to precipitate and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spotlight and just waded across, usually with water no higher than my knees. I was in running skid and socks with blue jean, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off horseshoe or jeans, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet dress, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an time of day or so of walking, I came across a route. I had told Paul that I'd put out a niggling flag near where I was, and that he was to block off, roll down all the Windows and open all the door on the car and I'd know it was him and amount out. The latter was a lilliputian paranoia on my part. I wanted to work sure it was Paul and only St. Paul in the car picking me up.

Apostle of the Gentiles had sprung me and gotten me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some ideas 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 make sure the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my socks and shoes to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a pair of burner headphone and exchanged numbers, since I had no sound and St. Paul had wisely ditched his already.

St. Paul found a lilliputian motel near the bound of town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet apparel and let everything dry. I also washed out my panty which were still a bit messy from former. We made love again and went to sleep. In the forenoon, my clothes 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 time 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 entrepot and bought a couple of slightly nicer, but dissimilar rig which fit a great deal adept, and hit a price reduction store for bras and pantie and a small nightlong face.

I changed to a new outfit in a populace public lavatory and put the rest of my purchase in the nightlong bag. I next hit a hair salon and had them cut my prospicient blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new hairsbreadth, a couple 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 datum on their recommendation, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a spot that could hold me a south African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a funfair measure of hard cash, at my begging, and I had decent cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the carpenter's plane was getting ready to convey off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact lens with him in a few days.

I had some friends in City of Light from my moulding days, and hit one of them for a plaza to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Schweiz, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a pass in my own name, which would bring in it well-fixed to get my bank account.

I told them a serial of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an usurp epithet. They checked my fingerprints and early biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new recommendation photo before I arrived, and had gotten a right dissimulator driver's license in my really public figure in Montreal.

It took a duad of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling Quaker in Hollands to delay with, in the interim. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank building invoice in Hollands. I had scads of money there. The millions 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 ally who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to check out my so-called personal military service declaration to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the written document and got the type assigned to a cleaning lady jurist - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the justice barred the troupe from enforcing it until there was a broad trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several early people at the company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my attorney got depositions from them. One of them actually had written matter of the telecasting they'd guessing of me, which helped nail down my case. The company was suing to enforce their personal Robert William Service contract and suing for restitution for severance of declaration. I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive scathe. What with collection, it may be eld before I see anything, but for now the contract bridge is void.

I'd ditched my burner sound on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to meet me. He said he'd been worried sick and gave me the info. He said my former ‘ Friend'had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was.

Does it vocalise like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Apostle Paul a million clam and told him to text me when he got to John Griffith Chaney. I had a capital of the United Kingdom supporter check him out and pass him instructions to select the train to Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and distinguish him to get along to Geneva. In the lag, I'd made for certain the Swiss law were cognizant of my erstwhile abduction and told them my captors might try to film me again.

I now have a adorable billet in Genf, far from where I'd been and far from the people who abused me. Apostle of the Gentiles lives here with me and I am working on another big idea, but this time, I'm letting Alice Paul be the mortal in charge. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me .