Note : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, abasement, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, delight bound off this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the humanity, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim figure, nice tit, long blonde pilus, and a moderately face. During college, I modeled function fourth dimension, making in force money, to pay for college and provide a nestle egg for what I really wanted. I had ambition, I had a visual modality, and I saw voltage for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very smart, equal to the great unwashed around me. I needed a team, because as capable 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 open new humanity for people, if done right. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the port should be.

I was not computer programmer enough to do this, though I knew a minuscule about computer code. I found people who could do this and used my draw close egg from modeling to pay people to bring my vision into reality. I drove my mass hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour Day, 7 days a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever spot 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 critical, I had high arithmetic mean and when multitude fell scant I let them bed it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of role model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech world. But because I was a cleaning woman, I was a bitch.

My basic premiss was that when we made it big, I'd advantage all the citizenry who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole ownership of the job. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to endorse guess me or ingest the power to undercut my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to lieu we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying the great unwashed as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office nigh of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of mouth. Before long, we had the spicy 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 coarse 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 flack, but the segment we created began to attract the attention of some much enceinte companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and go on building for another six months, we'd be a major success.

Part of that meant defending our turf against newcomers who were gunning for us and our mart and customer. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our grocery portion. With our John Cash billet, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech colossus, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to betray, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. take care at the ship's company that opened new thing only to get beat by other companies that left them in the detritus. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another trailblazer who got meter at their own biz. So when they came in and offered me cash for my company, I had to consider it.

I knew this company had the technical imagination and financial slug to work a succeeder of this. They were offering all hard currency for 100 % of the fellowship. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and follow still other approximation that were floating around in my head. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my market segment and related ones. That still left pot of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the fellowship. Not bad for 4 years of very hard work. I negotiated in secret, with only the company 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 services contract to provide selling and promotional services for the company after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to walk away and let them run it any way they wanted to. They said they'd pay for that, not that the money meant that much, if I'd have $ 250 million in the cant - before taxes of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal services declaration. 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 intrust your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was hunky-dory, that there would be no filthy surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Bible and found myself wondering how foresighted I could proceed making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without continued promotion, my market plowshare would start to err, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my mould occupation, I'd traveled to Suisse, and had opened an account at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to meet anything there because of how the Swiss people are about their banks. I insisted that at the closedown, the investment company be wired to my Swiss bank account. The buyer hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very undivided condo, just outside town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very nice, but a bit odd - a sybaritic living elbow room, but a single bedroom and bath. The edifice had key access only for the elevator, and the elevator would submit you only to your proper floor.

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

"Well, valet, you now have a company."

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

"summation slope benefit, as it were."

"side benefit ? 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 dog collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any acquittance, and was pissed.

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to fatigue some imprecate 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 hold back you incognizant of sure contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a icky 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 fair to us ? You've pushed us, humiliated us in populace, and demeaned us, while working us almost to death."

"I worked myself just as hard."

"But you walk away with jillion, while we're lucky if they let us continue to receive 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 door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt severe electric shocks going through my consistency. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the shocks 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 terminus of your personal help contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"Little Phoebe years."

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

"Unless we choose to earmark you out for some reason, exactly."

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

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

"No fucking way."

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

"This is bullshit."

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

"That is just to let you know. Do you really want us to crank it up to pain spirit level ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of citizenry and now you get more than a taste of abuse and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

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

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

I felt the tingling increase, but still myopic of literal pain levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not want another electric shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket crown, which I slowly removed, and laid across the binding of a hot seat. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiling. I removed my senior high school heels and set them on the chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the button above the English zip. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to proceed. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the spine of the electric chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

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

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my whiteness long arm top. It did not button all the way to my cervix, but I did not have any cleavage viewing. I felt I was well past having to flash a breast to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could name me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the dorsum of the chair and stood there in bra and scanty with my arms crossed, tapping my fundament against the floor. One of the EXEC had a little one-half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you require ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little tingle from the shoe collar. Somehow, I would incur a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the meantime, I had little choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it diminish forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup breast. I was embarrassed to find my pap hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my script on my hips, not even attempting to cover up or hide my dumbbell. I didn't want to give them the pleasure 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 reckon ?"

"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 close this and dispatch the pantie. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't hold for this."

The other White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the level and put them with my other 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 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 cover for quite a while."

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the collar tingling again, so I dropped down to my stifle. Joe walked over and stood in presence 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 chagrin me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the foul grinning I could ever have expected to see.

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to wound him, but that just made it that a great deal forged. I didn't even want to bet at Joe's case as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the opportunity to use up part in this. I could hardly think it. I was hard on my mass, including Joe, but I never felt I was unjust. This seemed beyond the picket.

As long as I had on this goddamn collar, I felt like I had lilliputian alternative but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to look at one of the EXEC and realized they'd been videoing my uncovering and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to go along video recording evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the head of his hammer between my sass, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could taste a little of Joe's precum on the end of his prick as I did. I decided to founder them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouth, a trivial deeper this metre while stroking the remainder of it with my mitt. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting deep than I'd have liked, almost to the period of choking me. I did what piffling I could with my brim, tongue and bridge player, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my former hired man against his hip to brace myself, while using one helping hand to try to stroke him and keep on him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as closelipped to him as he could and came with a great gush into my oral cavity and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a dyad of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my top dog 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 petty thrills. You made me slip and suck off someone on camera. Do you feel all well-chosen inside now ?"

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

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

"Actually we can. First, the terms of our contract obliege you to execute whatever services we ask, including explicitly intimate services. arcsecond, we passed some money to some masses and got a waiver in the harlotry legal philosophy for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suck people off for the future five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to eff them too, pussy and ass. You are now our company whore."

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

"You pissed off a lot of mass - 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. hollo it a retentiveness fillip, and a chance to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"face, I have money from the sales agreement. I'll portion it. What do you want for them ? Fifty 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 old age 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 prick as hard as ever.

"Now I want to eff you. Lie down and spread those legs."

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and diffuse 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 hold on things neater."

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

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

Joe began to suck on one dummy as he played with the other one and ran his other hired man down to my pussy. It was toilsome to even save track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one bosom as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My nipples were just about as hard as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the lips, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my snatch as he played with me. Joe took his mediate fingerbreadth and put it deep into me and began to thumb lie with my pussy as he used his thumb and indicant finger 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 tenacious time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guys I'd been with, just were not all that slap-up 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 more than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to break loose as Joe pulled his finger's breadth away and shoved his shaft deep into my pussy.

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

Joe began to sleep together me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel the high temperature rising through my organic structure as he plunged his putz as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was harlotry, or even whether it was some variety of weird payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could finger my kitty tighten around his putz, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could experience the best orgasm of my liveliness building up, and I came, losing body controller 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 place as Joe collapsed on me with his dick vellication 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 cock slowly wilting.

"shucks, guys, that was Charles Frederick Worth it. I'd almost take in paid you for the chance to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little to a greater extent ?"

"Yeah, but I need a fortune to recover from that maiden. female child, clean me up."

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

"okey, missy. Hands and knees - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me affect my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head of his cock against my asshole, and I realized he was going to eff my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"female child, you do whatever I want, when I want. Understand ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his peter just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the solely lube was my spit and whatever of my succus remained on his prick. He took it easygoing though as he slid his putz in me, going back and Forth River just a lilliputian further each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his formal 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 proficient as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his loading deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to make him happier.

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

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

"Shit, yes. Almost worth all the brokenheartedness I put up with for the last few years."

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to consume her use a butt wad to dilute that ass out a bit. A little too blind drunk for comfort."

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that twat. 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 electric chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of clothing on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to postulate them. You won't need any clothes for any services you provide for a farseeing time."

The EXEC picked up my dress with his briefcase, and tucked it all under his arm.

"You won't leave them ?"

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

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I expect, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guy rope a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to fuck. nigh times, your nights will be your own."

"So I'm here as your harlot for the next five geezerhood ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention fillip for many of your former employees. A bunch of them watched the minutes on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their number. We will also have you entertain certain node and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have tidy sum to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten make love, 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 caller whore."

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

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

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

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

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

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple fucks by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me at large, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 clock time or so. The prospect scared the doodly-squat out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The decent thing was, I'd likely have fourth dimension 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 Casimir Funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming next, but it would likely be more of what Joe did. As many as all three gob, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still too soon in the day, they'd probably have two more after him.

I looked in the cupboard, and there was not a wisp of article of clothing in any of them. If I could visualise out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to find some wearing apparel somewhere. Then I'd have to figure 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 ? slew of problem to resolve, but I was always in force at solving problems.

A niggling later, I got a visit from stat mi, who had been my chief information officer. He was my adjacent client and seemed to relish the fortune to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to hump you can get so much pleasure from mortal else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe roll in the hay 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 probability. On your hands and knees, cunt."

"There's lubricator in the table."

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

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

"shucks, girlie. Looks like you're ready for me already."

Miles took his cock and eased it into my puss. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly ennoble. 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 head was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me in the first place. I guess it was the Angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guy rope, no foreplay, no preliminaries, no real consent, and yet I was having the scoop sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had a lot sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really visualize it out under the lot. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my hip tight, shoved his prick trench in me and came in my pussy.

mile rolled me over and moved over to straddle my aspect and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean it off."

My weaponry were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my handwriting, but took him into my mouth as bass as I could. Miles drove the natural process, 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 control at all as he fucked my lip hard and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as inscrutable 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.

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

"Sounds like they plan to make a lot of use of me, so you'll in all probability get another hazard before too long."

"And your pussy is just aching to consume my putz back in it again."

"Keep in mind, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a whore gives a shit about her clients ?"

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

"tabular array, 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 spread out the drawer. I could smell the lube as he lubed up his cock. He took a fingerbreadth with lubricant on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his cock in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to adapt him.

"That is one tight ass, girlie. I'm gladiolus they gave me that wild blue yonder lozenge. I'd never have gotten it up this many clock time and this fast without it."

stat mi fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything other than his joy and his hawkshaw. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the foresightful time before he came in me. It was almost starting to finger 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 cookery for whoever showed up succeeding. I did induce four the first day, including Joe and land mile, basically four of the top masses in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the company roll - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the company roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the collar, which had some kind of lock on. No great shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some kind of round of golf lock like in vending simple machine, so there was no need to put a key very far in. I knew a picayune about lock, but had no clue how one might even try to cull this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a youthful latina woman who brought repast twice a day. She quickly made it gain that she would not help me.

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

Several week into it, my client was a young computer programmer. smarting kid, afters, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me feel goodness before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my titty. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my boobs over until I had an orgasm. My torso always seemed to love the sex, but I often did not take orgasms. After I came, St. Paul got on me missionary style and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how marvellous I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to cerebrate he imply it.

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

"Even after I've fucked so many cat in the company ?"

"eve so."

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

We did sleep together a tertiary clock time, missioner style again, and as he came he spent a long clip kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Apostle Paul had been the last, I might make invited him to stay with me. No one in the three month 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 special event. They put spacious padded leather straps on my radiocarpal joint and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my back. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system 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 windows. There was a device driver in the car, and the two men sat on either side of meat of me in the back seat. 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 company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the berth to a large meeting elbow 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 name up for all the avaritia and ill treatment of the faculty, she has been providing service, mostly to the elderly staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my nude organic structure. I knew most of them must have seen some of the TV of me stripping and screwing, and they must stimulate heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

"Now it's metre to pay back some of the more Junior faculty, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the other man unhooked my helping hand from behind my back and the two men each took a hand, bent-grass me over and fastened the wrist shoulder strap to addict in the board. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a fortune to get a little bonus from Stephanie - either her ass or her twat, 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 get together elbow room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept nude, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a land mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was forged, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to cumulate around me.

They hooked a mirror on the other position of the table, angled so I could see the face of each man as he fucked me. I could sense the number 1 man approaching me from behind.

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

"We have to take it well-fixed on her. We don't want to destroy her in one event. As it is she'll likely need Day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my slit. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and approximate for several minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear mortal else coming.

"damn that was dainty. I want to a greater extent of that jack. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shooter at it."

The first gear three were quite happy with my kitty, then I had a couple of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the prison term it was done, I was sore as pit and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my wrists and articulatio talocruralis. As they straightened me up they had to hold up me because my legs were so weak.

soul took a deaden cloth and wiped down my cunt, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could find out whoops and hollers as I went through the federal agency. What few cleaning lady were there just shook their capitulum and looked away. I didn't charge them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the piece of tail. I can't be sure. virtually 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 bath. My branch were still weak, and ran body of water for a bathing tub for me. They told me I'd have the succeeding several days off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the upshot had been such a success that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security scheme 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 routine, I did not need to get used to the gangbangs. certainly enough, they let me own almost a hebdomad off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security measure system of rules when they were taking me to a gangbang, but how could I make use of that ?

As it turned out, I was going to get some help. The men kept a tight 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 Paul. He sprayed something in the boldness of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and ankle straps and handed me some clothing.

It had been so recollective since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the collar, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger door for me, and I got in. He drove off before the two men could recuperate 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 television camera 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 track us any former way ?"

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

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

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

"There's a lot Sir Thomas More butt on security measure now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the woods. The cabin looked clean and comfy. The weather 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 prospicient time.

"Paul, do you understand just how damaged 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 pinnace and considerate as I can."

St. Paul led me to a niggling bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed more until we lay down side of meat by side and continued kissing.

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

"Paul the Apostle, I owe you so much that you can have any theatrical role of me you want, any way you want."

Paul ran his hired man over my left breast, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few moment, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Apostle of the Gentiles, I'd ask that you not physically wound me - apart from a few assuage mite. Pretty a great deal anything else is ticket. If I change my intellect, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each affair you do."

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

"Paul, you're a very sweet guy, and I owe you so 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 white meat, which truly did feel wonderful.

"Paul, delight take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my straits. He placed it on the level beside the bed. I kissed him and put his helping hand back on my titty. After a couple of minutes, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Paul the Apostle 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.

"Take off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hands 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 correct knocker. He took the mamilla between his teeth and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the tit. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his oral sex as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other titty and began doing the Sami to it. He caressed my mightily tit as he sucked on my left one. In all the calendar month I'd been with all those men, Saul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to make me feel good. He was doing that in nigger and before too retentive, I had an climax from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his manus wandered down my 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 vertebral column and head.

"Paul, delight use up off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my consistence, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my chest of drawers and titty, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the button at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me Sir Thomas More and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my legs and off me,

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

"Please necessitate 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 pay Paul as often access as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle joint and kissing and licking as he worked his way up my take down leg to my knee, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my pussycat.

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

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

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the back talk, to kiss and puzzle out back up the side of meat again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the early side, just barely grazing the outside of my slit lips. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big osculation, right in the inwardness of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and lick my pussy and button, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my button as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my kitty catch his finger and my solid physical structure exploded in the biggest coming I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many prison term recently, but Paul was the but man to arrive at beloved to me. I came down off my intimate high as he came back up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after month of multiple daily fucking that sex would suffer no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to get you feel as good as you just made me experience. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slid his hammer in my pussy. I was in heaven and wrapped my branch around his waist as he slowly began to fuck my twat. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his putz, filling my pussy with his cum. At that spot, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as a lot as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt like gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my set teat scraping his chest and being tickled by his chest hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to osculate me, kiss my neck, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each former for a recollective time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our intimate daydreaming. When we woke, some hours later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more tranquilize and subdued fashion. We showered and lop and Saul laid out the plan for that eve.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old creature trail. There was a full-of-the-moon moon, so he said there was no need for a torch to come it. Apostle Paul had a reach with a small intragroup light and he said the key was to establish indisputable to manoeuver north. There was a heavily wooded orbit and a small road just on the other side of it.

Paul said the safest and surest thing was for me to watch over the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing respective knot down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd private road us to Montreal, which was fairly tight by. A flashlight in the woodland would tip border security, but with all the deer and animals, the physical structure heating plant would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and St. Paul had a crown for me to put on, in summation to the clothes and brake shoe he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a smashing fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a petty better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little while for my centre to align to the darkness, but the moon was undimmed and it helped.

There were shoes where the trail seemed to be hard to get hold, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and make sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective min of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't practically undergrowth, so the going was pretty slow, though there were various small brook along the way.

I didn't trustingness myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on Rock or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most potential to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shoal spots and just waded across, usually with H2O no higher than my human knee. I was in running shoes and socks with jeans, a top, and my crown. I had no aim of taking off shoe or jeans, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet wearing apparel, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an hr or so of walking, I came across a route. I had told Paul that I'd put out a trivial fleur-de-lis near where I was, and that he was to give up, roll down all the windows and open all the door on the car and I'd know it was him and follow out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to make sure it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and develop 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 mind of my own. Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make surely the car was exonerate before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my sock and shoes to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a duet of burner sound and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a little motel near the edge of town and rented a elbow room and we went in. I got out of my wet apparel and let everything dry. I also washed out my pantie which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made lie with again and went to sleep. In the forenoon, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Apostle Paul if he had any immediate payment and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to attach to me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that even. I hit a parsimony storage and bought a duet of slightly nicer, but different turnout which fit much better, and hit a bank discount store for bra and step-in and a small overnight cause.

I changed to a new turnout in a public public lavatory and put the rest of my leverage in the overnight bag. I next hit a pilus salon and had them cut my recollective blond whisker to a pixie cut and dye it jet Negroid. With the new hair, a duo of sunglass, and the new rig, 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 scrap and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a post that could sacrifice me a Dixieland African recommendation with no biometrics. Paul had given me a middling amount of cash, at my mendicancy, and I had enough cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the airplane was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in middleman with him in a few days.

I had some friends in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a station to stick around overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my camber and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a recommendation in my own public figure, which would make up it easygoing to get my bank account.

I told them a series of half the true, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprint and other biometric data, which matched, of line and got me a new passport. I'd amaze a new passport photo before I arrived, and had gotten a good dissimulator driver's license in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to check everything out and get me the new pass, but I had modeling friends in Geneva to continue with, in the interim. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank accounting in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sale of the companionship, but interestingness and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

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

Saint Paul had told me that there were several former mass at the companionship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had written matter of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my caseful. The society was suing to apply their personal services contract and suing for damages for severance of contract. I was counter suing for false 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 terms. What with appeals, it may be year before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner phone on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Saul of Tarsus, asking where I could cable him some money and asking him to fly to London to fulfil me. He said he'd been vex sick and gave me the data. He said my former ‘ ally'had put out a million dollar payoff for selective information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Saint Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to Jack London. I had a London champion check him out and feed him instructions to consider the train to genus Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and tell him to come to Geneve. In the meantime, I'd made sure the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my capturer might try to take me again.

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