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

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at to the lowest degree seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim frame, nice pinhead, long blonde tomentum, and a reasonably face. During college, I modeled part prison term, making dear money, to pay for college and cater a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potentials for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a chemical group of very impertinent, adequate to people 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 give new humankind for people, if done right. I had a vision for how it should bet, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not software engineer enough to do this, though I knew a little about code. I found mass who could do this and used my nuzzle egg from modeling to pay people to work my visual modality into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour twenty-four hour period, 7 twenty-four hour period a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever agency I could yield at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was decisive, I had high prospect and when the great unwashed fell short I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of role model. netherworld, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech world. But because I was a cleaning lady, I was a bitch.

My basic supposition was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the interim, I kept sole ownership of the occupation. I wanted no one whatsoever to be capable to second reckon me or have the power to undersell my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the snapshot, driving all of us to places we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying people as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office nearly of the prison term anyhow. We had a decorous rollout, with sound tidings of lip. Before retentive, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in gross, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a common 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 appeal the attention of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could harbour on to what we had and restrain building for another six months, we'd be a major success.

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

I didn't really want to trade, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. bet at the companies that opened new matter only to get beat by early companies that left them in the junk. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got beat at their own biz. So when they came in and offered me cash for my company, I had to look at it.

I knew this company had the technological resources and financial clout to make a winner of this. They were offering all Johnny Cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and quest for still other musical theme that were floating around in my head word. 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 concern 1. That still left good deal of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the caller. Not bad for 4 years of very hard work. I negotiated in secret, with only the company attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to make for certain everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal Robert William Service contract to leave merchandising and promotional divine service 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 religious service 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 prick me on the ass later."

"Sure thing, boss."

Do you trust your attorney ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, that there would be no filthy surprisal, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the script and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll department with the way the cash was coming. Without go on promotion, my market share would start to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling jobs, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an account at a Swiss bank at that clock time. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their banks. I insisted that at the closing, the investment trust be wired to my Swiss bank building account. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condo, just external town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very skillful, but a bit odd - a luxurious livelihood room, but a single chamber and bathroom. The edifice had key access only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your right floor.

There was a nice tabular array and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the company buying my company. I had to sign the docs in eight places, and told them I'd mark seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank building. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my speech sound to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

They looked at each other, had petty cynical smiling, and replied.

"Plus side benefit, as it were."

"Side benefits ? What the Scheol are you talking about ?"

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

"What the netherworld is this ? Get this matter 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 don some damned collar ?"

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

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

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

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a lousy bitch to me and everyone else at that company for a hanker doomed time."

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

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

"I worked myself just as hard."

"But you walk away with millions, while we're favorable if they let us carry on to have a job."

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

The two White House looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the threshold to the condominium. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt wicked electric jolt going through my body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a muckle, with the shocks running through my consistency, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condominium during the term of your personal services contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"Five years."

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

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

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

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

"No fucking way."

"We have the mean value of punishing you with that collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

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

"That is just to let you cognize. Do you really want us to crank it up to pain levels ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of the great unwashed and now you get more than than a taste of vilification and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

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

"Enough stalling. You need to hit your habiliment - now."

I felt the tingling increase, but still brusque of genuine annoyance degree. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not need another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a crownwork, which I slowly removed, and laid across the spinal column of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my senior high heels and set them on the chairperson 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 release above the side of meat zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to persist in. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

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

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

I laid the top across the vertebral column of the chair and stood there in bra and scanty with my munition crossed, tapping my foot against the trading floor. One of the White House had a niggling half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you ask ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another short tingle from the collar. Somehow, I would retrieve a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the lag, I had piddling selection but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it go down forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup dumbbell. I was embarrassed to get my nipples hard and standing up.

That made me more furious and noncompliant as I placed my bra across the same chairman. I put my bridge player on my pelvis, not even attempting to track or conceal my boobs. I didn't want to grant 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. business firm, no sag. What do you recall ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's cultivation this and hit the panty. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other EXEC and Joe both nodded. I slid my pantie down my leg, picked them up off the level and put them with my other wearing apparel. I noticed that the step-in were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the intellection that I might be turned on by being forced to strip 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 continue 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 prickling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the execs spoke again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do 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 humble me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the foul smile I could ever have expected to see.

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

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

As long as I had on this damned apprehension, I felt like I had little selection but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my bridge player. 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 abase me, but they were going to preserve video evidence of it as well.

My pinch tingled again, so I took the head of his cock between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could savour a slight of Joe's precum on the end of his cock as I did. I decided to give them their money's worth of abasement, and took it back in my mouth, a footling deeper this sentence while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the backbone of my head.

Joe pumped his shaft in and out of my sassing, getting deep than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what footling I could with my lips, lingua and bridge player, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and maintain him from shoving too lots of the turncock down my throat.

I was struggling to rest as Joe pulled my chief as finis to him as he could and came with a expectant gush into my oral cavity and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choking coil on his shaft and his cum, though it took a yoke of drink to get to the highest degree of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

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

"So you've had your little thrills. You made me strip and suck off someone on camera. Do you finger all happy interior now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract bridge. This is just the beginning - just the initiative aurora of the first day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more shaft before your contract bridge is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the full term of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual services. mo, we passed some money to some hoi polloi and got a waiver in the whoredom constabulary for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to stimulate me suck people off for the next five yr ?"

"Not just that. You're going to sleep with them too, pussy 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 company. And when you sold out, you got it all - they got nothing."

"They've been getting a salary."

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

"Look, I have money from the cut-rate sale. I'll percentage it. What do you require for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't topic if you offered us the unit $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's payback for all the year 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 wearing apparel and was standing there with his cock as hard as ever.

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

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the storey and spread my peg. 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 affair neater."

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

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

Joe began to absorb on one booby as he played with the other one and ran his other hand down to my puss. It was voiceless to even keep running of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the former one. My mammilla were just about as tough as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my twat, first just down the backtalk, 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 slit as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger and put it deep into me and began to feel bonk my pussy as he used his ovolo and index finger to make for 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 farseeing time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few cat I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the audience, exhibitionism, and mortification, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to blow up as Joe pulled his finger away and shoved his prick deep into my pussy.

"cunt, you can't conceive of how hanker I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to bed me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel the hotness rising through my torso as he plunged his prick as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was whoredom, or even whether it was some sort of Wyrd payback, I wanted Joe to screw me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my twat tighten around his peter, and heard Joe groan as it did. I could feel the skillful orgasm of my life building up, and I came, losing body control and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my eye closed, gasping and trying to catch my breathing place as Joe collapsed on me with his gumshoe twitch and spurting deep in my cunt.

"red cent, bitch. I think you enjoyed that more than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his bastard slowly wilting.

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

The EXEC smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a chance to recover from that low gear. miss, houseclean me up."

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

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

I rolled onto my hands and stifle, still almost stunned by it all. He had me impress my pegleg farther apart. I didn't even know or like what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the nous of his dick against my arse, and I realized he was going to love my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"Girl, you do whatever I want, when I want. empathise ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his rooster just inside my whoreson. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the but lube was my saliva and whatever of my juice remained on his prick. He took it easy though as he slid his gumshoe in me, going back and Forth River just a footling farther each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hip joint firmly against my ass and his ballock swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, but the farther along he went, the sound it felt. After a few minute, 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 encumbrance oceanic abyss in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to relieve oneself him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the trading floor, with his cum dripping out of my pussy and my ass. My optic were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his apparel back on. I just lay there, trying to convalesce from it all.

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

"darn, 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 have her use a butt hoopla to stretch that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort."

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that pussy. You'll have another guest in an hour 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 clothes ?"

"You aren't going to postulate them. You won't need any clothes for any inspection and repair you provide for a long time."

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

"You won't leave them ?"

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

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I ask, then ?"

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

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

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention incentive for many of your early employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their crook. We will also have you entertain sure guest and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have deal to hold back you busy."

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

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

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

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

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

"Get cleaned up and shave that pussy. Someone else is coming. And there's lubricant in the point of view by the bed."

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

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple nooky by each one. dump, by the fourth dimension they turned me on the loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 clip or so. The panorama scared the SOB out of me, but I wasn't certain what to do. The decent thing was, I'd likely have time to try to figure something out along the way.

I douched out my slit and gave myself an enema, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no approximation 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 closets, and there was not a wisp of article of clothing in any of them. If I could project out how to get out of this neckband, I'd have to find some clothes 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 ? Lots of problem to solve, but I was always salutary at solving problems.

A minuscule later, I got a visit from mil, who had been my chief information ship's officer. He was my next client and seemed to relish the chance to make love me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to issue forth to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to bang you can get so much joy from someone else's discomfort."

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

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

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

"There's lube in the table."

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

stat mi came behind me and started putting his fingers in my slit. I was surprised that I was already wet.

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

Miles took his stopcock and eased it into my pussy. 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."

international mile leaned forward and began playing with my booby as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My judgement was being betrayed by my torso. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me earlier. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no overture, no real consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had lots sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really reckon it out under the luck. I was fucking him back as he let go of my pinhead and pulled my hips tight, shoved his prick deep in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to straddle my face and put his partly deflated peter to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean house it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my workforce, but took him into my mouth as deep as I could. stat mi drove the military action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got surd again and thrust his prick until it hit the spine of my pharynx. I had no control at all as he fucked my verbalize firmly 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 late 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 incentive. I need to cypher out what to do to get more of these bonuses."

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

"And your pussy is just aching to deliver my prick back in it again."

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

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

"table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hands and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him open the draftsman. I could smell out the lube as he lubed up his shaft. He took a finger with lubricator 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 accommodate him.

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

mil fucked my ass like he was fucking a harlot. No concern about anything other than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just finely with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longsighted clock time before he came in me. It was almost starting to sense like he was going to go along fucking my ass all day. He came with great spurts in my ass.

knot dressed and left, and I cleaned up in formulation for whoever showed up next. I did consume four the first day, including Joe and Miles, 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 society roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the dog collar, which had some kind of lock on. No great shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some form of stave lock like in vending car, so there was no motivation to put a key very far in. I knew a piffling about ignition lock, but had no cue how one might even try to find fault this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a young latina fair sex who brought meals twice a day. She quickly made it sack that she would not help oneself me.

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a young programmer. Smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Unlike most of the others, he tried making making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me sense effective before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have practically option anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my titty. Then he spent meter sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my boobs over until I had an coming. My physical structure always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have orgasm. After I came, Apostle of the Gentiles got on me missionary style and eased his shaft into me.

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

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

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

"evening so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my soundbox until he started to get hard again. Unlike to the highest degree of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul the Apostle rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to jazz him. Saint Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how mellisonant he was. I almost wished he was my exclusively lover.

We did fuck a thirdly time, missioner style again, and as he came he spent a long time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might own invited him to last out 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 Apostle Paul, they told me there was a peculiar event. They put wide padded leather strap on my radiocarpal joint and mortise joint and fastened my carpus behind my dorsum. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the surety system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the face door.

I rode down the lift, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted windows. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either position of me in the backwards seat. They drove to another parking service department and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to offices of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the situation to a large meeting way, 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 caller and sold it, taking all the return for herself. To ready up for all the greed and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the senior staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my naked body. I knew most of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and nooky, and they must experience heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

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

With that, the former man unhooked my hands from behind my rear and the two men each took a hand, bent me over and fastened the carpus straps to hooks in the mesa. They kicked my understructure apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a piffling fillip 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 five men in a encounter room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept raw, and fucked by anyone they chose to commit over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to get together around me.

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

"Damn, I've heard about this pussy. I'm just sorry I only get to roll in the hay it once."

"We have to take in it easy on her. We don't want to ruin her in one event. As it is she'll likely need days 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 pelvic arch and fucked me hard and rasping for several minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and try somebody else coming.

"red cent that was squeamish. I want more of that shit. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The kickoff three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a brace of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their shaft, the men unfastened my wrists and mortise joint. As they straightened me up they had to retain me because my wooden leg were so weak.

Someone took a damp material and wiped down my pussy, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the berth to the lift. I could see whoops and hollers as I went through the power. What few women were there just shake up their heads and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three meter during the nookie. I can't be sure. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and motor me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still weak, and ran piddle for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several days 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 month or so. He told me they'd already turned the protection organization back on.

The bathing tub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal procedure, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me take almost a workweek off, before they started the usual agenda again. I knew they turned off the security 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 tight hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Paul. He sprayed something in the boldness of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the backbone and removed my wrist and ankle shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so foresighted since I'd jade anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the arrest, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger threshold 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 patch, 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 friend 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 molding. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

"I have a friend who tells me there are way of life and space 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 American sneaking into Canada."

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

"Paul the Apostle, do you understand just how discredited 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 delight being with any man."

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

Saul of Tarsus led me to a piffling 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 choice then. I want you to have it away you have a choice now."

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

Paul ran his hand over my entrust breast, 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 hurt me - apart from a few easy pinches. Pretty much anything else is fine. If I change my idea, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

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

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

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

"I promise."

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

"St. Paul, please take 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 base beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my boob. After a couple of proceedings, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Paul reached behind me, fumbling a bit before he managed to unhook it. I moved my subdivision forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Apostle 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 right knocker. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the tit. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his mind as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other bosom and began doing the same to it. He caressed my powerful white meat as he sucked on my leftfield one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any care to trying to seduce me experience unspoiled. He was doing that in spades and before too long, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him back up up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my ramification where I could recite I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his binding and head.

"Saint Paul, please take off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my sassing to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my tummy, sticking his knife 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 hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my legs and off me,

He returned to stroke my slit through my panties and I lifted my rose hip again. He continued to just impact me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take on 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 all-embracing to establish Saul as much entree as I could. As he got my pantie off, he began kissing starting at my mortise joint and necking and lacing as he worked his way up my lower leg to my human knee, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my kitty-cat.

I thought he'd pay aid to my pussy, which desperately wanted his succour, instead, he went to the other ankle joint and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the clip he got near my puss again, I was on flack. I wanted him, I needed him - his oral cavity, his tongue, his finger, his shaft, anything.

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

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the rim, to kiss and figure out back up the incline again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the other side, just barely grazing the outside of my pussycat lips. I thought I was going to go mad from intimate desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big candy kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to snog and lick my pussy and clit, first just on the outer sassing, then sticking his knife into me. Saul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my kitty-cat, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy grab his fingerbreadth and my solid body exploded in the liberal coming I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the only if man to make erotic love to me. I came down off my sexual senior high as he came back up to kiss me. I could sample myself on his sassing and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after calendar month of multiple daily fucking that sex would birth no rush, but he gave me that thrill.

"Alice Paul, I want to make you experience as skillful as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my cunt ? All of them, any of them are yours. pick out them, please."

Saint Paul rolled over on me and slid his tool in my puss. I was in Shangri-la and wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly began to fuck my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my kitty-cat with his dick, filling my cunt with his cum. At that decimal point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his dick deep in me and came with what felt like congius. He collapsed on me, and I felt my inflexible nipple scraping his chest and being tickled by his pectus hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to osculate me, snog my neck, his my ear, and stroke my facial expression, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each former for a long sentence, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual castle in Spain. When we woke, some 60 minutes later, we made making love again, albeit in a somewhat more than still and repress fashion. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the architectural plan for that evening.

There was a track starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a total moon, so he said there was no penury for a flashlight to fall out it. St. Paul had a reach with a small internal light and he said the key was to make sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a minor road just on the other position of it.

Paul said the safest and surest affair was for me to observe the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing various miles down the route. He'd get together me along the road in Canada, then he'd ride us to Montreal, which was fairly tightlipped by. A torch in the forest would tip border security system, but with all the cervid and brute, the consistency heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Apostle of the Gentiles had a jacket for me to don, in addition to the wearing apparel and brake shoe he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a footling better in Montreal. Paul the Apostle kissed me and I started off into the Wood. It took a little while for my eyes to adapt to the darkness, but the moon was vivid and it helped.

There were shoes where the trail seemed to be difficult to find, and when that happened, I'd feel at the compass and wee trusted, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective minutes 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 pocket-size brook along the way.

I didn't confidence myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the Creek. I figured I was most probably to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shoal spots and just waded across, usually with water no high than my knees. I was in running brake shoe and wind cone with jeans, a top, and my crownwork. I had no purpose of taking off shoes or blue jean, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet clothes, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an hour or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I'd put out a short flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll down all the windows and unfold all the room access on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a petty paranoia on my part. I wanted to puddle sure enough it was Paul and only Apostle of the Gentiles in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and fix 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 puddle sure the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my socks and brake shoe to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a pair of burner speech sound and exchanged figure, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a minuscule motel near the edge of town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made have a go at it again and went to sleep. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many time over. He wanted to come with me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift entrepot and bought a duet of slightly overnice, but unlike turnout which fit much better, and hit a rebate store for bra and panties and a small overnight eccentric.

I changed to a new outfit in a public comfort station and put the residuum of my purchases in the overnight bag. I next hit a hair salon and had them cut my long light-haired hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet inglorious. With the new hair, a pair of sunglass, and the new turnout, 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 splintering and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could sacrifice me a Confederate States of America African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a carnival total of cash, at my begging, and I had decent hard cash left for a one way slate to capital of France. As the plane was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few days.

I had some friends in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Swiss Confederation, where my money box and money were. I took the TGV from City of Light to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a recommendation in my own figure, which would create it easier to get my cant account.

I told them a serial of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to EEC under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new recommendation. I'd gotten a new passport pic before I arrived, and had gotten a good pretender device driver's licence in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling Friend in Holland gin to stay with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my driver license, accessed my bank account in Genf. I had scads of money there. The gazillion I'd gotten from the cut-rate sale of the caller, 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 attorneys to check my so-called personal divine service contract bridge to get that voided. My lawyer reviewed the document and got the case assigned to a char jurist - smarting. 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 full trial run and resolution.

Saul had told me that there were several other people at the society who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had copy of the video they'd crack of me, which helped nail my lawsuit. The troupe was suing to enforce their personal services contract and suing for damages for breach of contract. I was counter suing for fictive immurement, intimate servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favour and awarded me a hundred million in impairment, along with trio punitory damage. What with appeals, it may be eld before I see anything, but for now the declaration is void.

I'd ditched my burner earpiece on the plane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul the Apostle, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to conform to me. He said he'd been worried sick and gave me the information. He said my one-time ‘ friend'had put out a million dollar reward for entropy as to where I was.

Does it fathom like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a London friend check him out and give him teaching to take the wagon train to Paris. I had another friend confirmation him in French capital and tell him to derive to Genf. In the meantime, I'd made sure the Swiss police force were aware of my former abduction and told them my captor might try to look at me again.

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