Roxy didn't know how long she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body bent forward till her cheek touched the lenient cloth beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her forefront down. Two sets of cushioned simplicity, similar to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and sura, keeping her ramification firmly anchored to the terra firma. Her hands her tied to her cover with the same kind of cushion restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breather suddenly and rapid as awe seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a point of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take much imagination to experience what's about to happen to her. After all, she did slip from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a mightily drug cartel. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed Draco without getting off unscathed.

But she thought she was smarter than he was. She thought she could get away with the million dollars she took from him three days ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could move out of the country and constitute a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the airport ready to cross the Mexican custom to board a flight to Anatole France. Then, two officer came and apprehended her for suspicion of smuggling drugs. Of course of instruction that was not the fount as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police station for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from civilization and manhandled by three animate being. Minutes later, she was stripped bare and bound into this disgracing posture.

ruefulness crept into her. But it was too late now. Draco never forgave. And he never showed mercy.

Suddenly, the opening of the door pulled her out of her cerebration. A man dressed in a low-cal blue shirt and bootleg slacks, with his arm rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a idle Amytal shirt and smutty slack asked. His tone of voice was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black leather jacket and jeans, growled. As if telling her that she was in big trouble.

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the elbow room a brief inspection."Not the most hygiene of home I've been to. And the light is poor."

"Don't worry about it. I have a flashlight."the other man held out his cellphone.

Genteel man gave the other guy a facial expression of distaste but since the defrayal he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that slide. Whatever the woman had a bitch with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a part of it. And God, she was tied in such a scandalous billet. His cock hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the trading floor near the workbench the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and torus it open, before removing a clean plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a leveled view of her pussy. Usually he didn't favour his patient being propped to such an inconvenient summit, much less in such a terrible position. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her pussy was leveled to his hips when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the gismo of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would conform to the same fate before slapping it down.

I have a job to do. Damn it. He reminded himself.

He placed the speculum on the wide infinite between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lubricant and a pair of metal thongs. He placed the two item right beside the speculum. From his boob pocket, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in care. With specify field of study of vision, she couldn't see and had no theme what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two digit rubbing something cool along her pussycat. She jerked away from the feeling by lifting her ass higher. The fingers followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

"I can't do my job if she's moving this much."the Genteel man complained.

"handle on."the former guy said. After some clanking of metals, the guy came to his face."move away doc, might get a niggling messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could see the shuffling of invertebrate foot as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and cold pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in repulsion. Fraction of a secondly later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather crown garb man pushed the object into her harder.

Her asshole soon puckered, giving ingress to the cycle physical object. A incisive infliction rippled through her consistence. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon give out the curve length attached to the round ball.

The aim inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to struggle against the puff but with her frail asshole on the line, she had no choice but to accommodate. Once she was pulled taunting between the restraints on her ramification and some sorting of hook in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her thought. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a alloy flange attached to the terrace she was on.

"There. All still."he said dryly before plunging two fingerbreadth roughly into her lubricated pussy.

Roxy tensed at the harsh intrusion. Other than that, she couldn't move an inch more. The last defence she once had was finally shattered with the installation of the hook.

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This clock time, his mite incurred no movement. To make sure she was truly secured, he smacked the dorsum of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her snatch. Such a force out would have a charwoman leaped out of the gynecology chair in ira. Clearly, this patient role didn't have that luxuriousness. A tiny voice inside him told him to shove the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her snatch remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to meet a cock. His hammer stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five twelvemonth in the field, he had never once had an erection during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 minutes. This was untimely. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deep breathing time to calm his nerve. He needed to focalise on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one mitt, he took the pair of lash with the other.

"Light."he said.

The early guy turned his cellphone's photographic camera light on and glow the beam into her parted puss. After angling it a few prison term, the calorie-free finally revealed a tiny red string at her uterine cervix. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the string and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindric rod poked out of the tiny opening.

"Done."he finally said when the rod was completely out of her pussy.

Roxy's face paled. They had just removed her IUD, a tiny device that had kept her immune from the complications of pregnancy. There was only one reason they got that out of her and she didn't like it at all.

"She will go back to her usual cycle in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to tell you to use auspices to avoid STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. Cock and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of that pussy ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a buirdly voice."I think she's going to stimulate good deal of hammer today. You have quite a mathematical group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an assignment later."

"well, I guess I shouldn't time lag you anymore, doc."

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the door. He silently wished the woman good luck for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do vary your thinker, doc, you can always come back."the early guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll receive your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

"I'll think about it."he replied. In his thinker, he was already contemplating his schedules.

The door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her vertebral column. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no amount of pleading would save her.

"I'm sure you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket asked with a coldness voice.

"I'm sorry, I'll give him back the money."

The man crouched in front of her and cast her an wickedness grinning."Oh, you can keep the money. Dragon has no indigence for the million dollar you stole. But no one should get that a good deal of money without working, am I right ?"

Roxy could only stare blankly at the man as her face paled.

"At a charge per unit of 150 dollar bill per fucking,"he then placed his sass over her ear,"how many shtup do you think a million dollar could get ?"

"No. I'll give you the money-"she was cut of with a ribbon on her mouth.

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to roll in the hay the one million buck out of your body."he took a deep breath of her hair."With 15 percent interest. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his words. She didn't need to know math to happen out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .