Note : This story includes non-consensual sex, intimate slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please vamoose this story.

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My epithet is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim figure, dainty boobs, long blonde hair, and a somewhat face. During college, I modeled constituent time, making good money, to pay for college and supply a cuddle egg for what I really wanted. I had dream, I had a visual modality, and I saw potentials for new thought and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a mathematical group of very smarting, equal to masses around me. I needed a team, because as capable as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a imagination for a web app, unlike anything else on the mart. I knew this app would open new worlds for mass, if done right. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the port should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a lilliputian about computer code. I found people who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay people to lend my visual sense into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour mean solar day, 7 days a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could open at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had richly expected value and when people fell inadequate I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some variety of role model. underworld, I modeled myself after some of the most successful mass in the tech existence. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My basic assumption was that when we made it big, I'd wages all the people who helped get me there. In the meanwhile, I kept sole possession of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to indorse suppose me or have the tycoon to undercut my conclusion. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the crack, driving all of us to place we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the clock time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying multitude as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office most of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with goodness word of sassing. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The job was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a plebeian trouble in some tech rollouts, monetizing your success. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fire, but the segment we created began to attract the tending of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and retain edifice for another six month, we'd be a major success.

division of that meant defending our turf against entrant who were gunning for us and our market and client. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our securities industry share. With our cash billet, that was becoming increasingly unmanageable. That was where we were when another tech giant, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to sell, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. front at the companionship that opened new things only to get beat by other companies that left them in the dust. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another groundbreaker who got beat at their own plot. So when they came in and offered me hard cash for my fellowship, I had to deal it.

I knew this company had the expert resources and financial biff to make a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the caller. I lost all top, but had no downside, and could twist around and pursue still former musical theme 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 unity. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 age of very hard employment. I negotiated in clandestine, with only the caller attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to subscribe a personal services contract to bring home the bacon marketing and promotional service of process for the company after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to take the air 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 depository financial institution - before taxation of course of study. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sales event on the personal table service contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, moderate this out thoroughly. I don't really like this and don't want anything that's going to sting me on the ass later."

"Sure thing, boss."

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

On one of my modeling problem, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an report at a Swiss people banking company at that time. I didn't have big vaulting horse in it, but I knew it was harder to disturb anything there because of how the Swiss are about their savings bank. I insisted that at the closing, the investment trust be wired to my Swiss people camber news report. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

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

There was a gracious table and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two EXEC from the company buying my companionship. I had to sign the docs in eight places, and told them I'd house seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to hold and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

They looked at each other, had little misanthropic smiling, and replied.

"plus side benefit, as it were."

"Side welfare ? What the hell are you talking about ?"

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

"What the snake pit is this ? Get this thing off me !"

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

I turned to my attorney, 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 wear 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 nice offer to go along you incognizant of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

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

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

"Tried to be fair 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 lucky if they let us continue to have a job."

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

The two execs looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the threshold to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt austere electric shocks going through my body. It was from the neckband, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the daze 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 condition of your personal table service contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"V years."

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

"Unless we choose to tolerate you out for some understanding, 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 means of punishing you with that shoe collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slight tingle from the apprehension. I looked at them and they had big grins on their faces.

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

"You wouldn't."

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

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a chance to need portion in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingling increase, but still short of unfeigned nuisance levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not want another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a cap, which I slowly removed, and laid across the backbone of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my heights heel and set them on the chairwoman as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the smash, then unbuttoned the button above the side slide fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to go along. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the vertebral column 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 mother fucker. hold open going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Andrew D. White long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to shoot a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeve and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could pass water me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the backbone of the president and stood there in bra and panties with my coat of arms crossed, tapping my foot against the floor. One of the execs had a trivial half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another picayune tingle from the collar. Somehow, I would get hold a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the interim, I had little option but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it fall forward off my shoulder, baring my c-cup bosom. I was embarrassed to find my mamilla hard and standing up.

That made me more furious and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my bridge player on my hips, not even attempting to cover or veil my dumbbell. I didn't want to contribute them the delight of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one EXEC smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. business firm, no droop. What do you retrieve ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

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

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

"So bear you had your fun now ?"

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

"What do you require now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the collar tingling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the EXEC wheel 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 tight smile I could ever bear expected to see.

"Now take out his prick and suck it. And let me warn you, if you hurt him in any way, the painful sensation you felt going out that door will be cipher compared to what you'll tactile property in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that very much worse. I didn't even want to expect at Joe's boldness as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the prospect to drive part in this. I could hardly conceive 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 bedamn collar, I felt like I had little choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his bastard and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my bridge player. I turned to look at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to stay fresh picture evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the mind of his cock between my lips, 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 dick as I did. I decided to generate them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouth, a little deeper this clip while stroking the sleep of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his pecker in and out of my sassing, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the stage of choking me. I did what piddling I could with my lips, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my backtalk. I put my other hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and keep him from shoving too much of the rooster down my throat.

I was struggling to pass off as Joe pulled my head as conclusion to him as he could and came with a groovy gush into my mouth and throat. I tried to bury, so I didn't choking coil on his putz and his cum, though it took a duet of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my intimation.

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

"So you've had your little thrills. You made me cartoon strip and suck off someone on photographic camera. Do you feel all well-chosen inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five yr contract bridge. This is just the commencement - just the first break of day of the beginning day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot Sir Thomas More putz before your contract bridge is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the terms of our declaration obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual serving. Second, we passed some money to some people and got a waiver in the prostitution laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suck people off for the next five eld ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck 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 people - in and out of your ship's 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 prospect to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"look, I have money from the sale. I'll part it. What do you need 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 retribution for all the years of being a romping stomping bitch."

"No. please."

"I think Joe wants something more, don't you, Joe ?"

I turned to see that Joe had removed all his clothes and was standing there with his cock as hard as ever.

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

I turned to the two execs, who smiled and I felt the collar chill again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and disperse my branch. My pussy was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the White House commented.

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

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

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

Joe began to suck on one knocker as he played with the early one and ran his other hand down to my kitty-cat. It was hard to even sustain course of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one dumbbell as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the former one. My nipples were just about as intemperate as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the backtalk, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his mediate finger and put it deep into me and began to feel fuck my cunt as he used his quarter round and index finger's breadth to represent with my clit.

I had not had time for a devotee or boyfriend since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a foresighted sentence. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guys I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot more than than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the consultation, immodesty, and chagrin, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

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

"bitch, you can't ideate how foresightful I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to do it me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to bed him back. I could find the heat rising through my body as he plunged his prick as trench in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some kind of uncanny vengeance, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could palpate my pussy fasten 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 physical structure control and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my eyes closed, gasping and trying to catch my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his dick vellication and spurting trench in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"tinker's damn, guy, that was worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the fortune to do that."

The White House smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a chance to recover from that first. little girl, clean me up."

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

"O.K., young lady. paw and knee joint - now."

I rolled onto my work force and knee, still almost stunned by it all. He had me motivate 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 dick against my whoreson, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

I began to slant forward, away from him. He grabbed my articulatio coxae firmly and pulled me back to him.

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

I just nodded as he eased the head of his prick just inside my son of a bitch. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the but lube was my saliva and whatever of my juices remained on his shit. He took it slow though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a trivial farther each time until I could palpate him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his Lucille Ball swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few bit, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as good as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his load deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to pee him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the floor, with his cum dripping out of my twat and my ass. My center were one-half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to go back from it all.

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to have her use a butt plug to dilute that ass out a bit. A picayune too fuddled for comfort."

"okeh, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that pussycat. You'll have another client in an hour or so."

I got up and looked around and my apparel 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 wearing apparel ?"

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

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

"You won't leave them ?"

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

"What about solid food ?"

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

"What can I await, then ?"

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

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

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the memory fillip for many of your previous employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their twist. We will also have you entertain certain customer and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have great deal to keep you busy."

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

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the hellhole 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. Someone else is coming. And there's lube 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 bathroom and showered. I washed out my pussy and ass as topper I could. I had an implant that had about three year of life left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting pregnant.

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

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

I looked in the press, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this pinch, I'd have to observe some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to forecast 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 ? mint of job to lick, but I was always goodness at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from nautical mile, who had been my chief data policeman. He was my next client and seemed to relish the luck to have it away me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to get to me, which he did, taking off his apparel as he did.

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

"Nice to have it away you can get so very much delight from someone else's discomfort."

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

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

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

"There's lube in the table."

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

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

"tinker's damn, girlie. Looks like you're make for me already."

Miles took his cock and eased it into my kitty-cat. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly gruntle. 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."

sea mile leaned forward and began playing with my dumbbell as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My intellect was being betrayed by my body. 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 preliminary, no real consent, and yet I was having the full sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had a great deal sex in a longsighted time ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my dope 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 boldness and put his partly deflated putz to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, pick it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my manus, but took him into my oral fissure as deep as I could. Miles drove the action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got gruelling again and hurl his shit until it hit the binding of my throat. I had no control at all as he fucked my sassing severe and quick. 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 abstruse as he had been, so I gasped for air and swallowed what seemed like a quart of cum. When he was done spurting, he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me.

"shucks girlie. They said this was a bonus. I need to estimate out what to do to get Sir Thomas More of these bonuses."

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

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

"Keep in head, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a cyprian gives a mother fucker about her clients ?"

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

"mesa, beside the bed."

"Get in place, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hands and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him afford the draftsman. I could smell the lube as he lubed up his prick. He took a finger's breadth with lubricant on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his dick in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to conciliate him.

"That is one blind drunk ass, girlie. I'm gladiolus they gave me that blue birth control pill. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fast without it."

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything other than his pleasure and his prick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just alright with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the farsighted fourth dimension before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to keep fucking my ass all day. He came with gravid spurts in my ass.

Admiralty mile dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up adjacent. I did have four the first base day, including Joe and mile, basically four of the top people in the company. Over the keep up days, they worked their way down the society roster - 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 dog collar, which had some kind of lock on. No with child impact there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their neckband. They used some kind of cycle lock like in vending machines, so there was no need to put a key very far in. I knew a little about locks, but had no cue how one might even try to pick this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

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

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a Loretta Young software engineer. Smart kid, sweetness, a bit nerdy, and Thomas Young. Unlike virtually of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to ca-ca me feel just before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have a lot choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

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

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

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

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

"eve so."

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

We did have a go at it a third gear time, missionary flair again, and as he came he spent a long meter kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more guest coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul the Apostle had been the final stage, I might have invited him to quell with me. No one in the three months I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A workweek or so after Paul the Apostle, they told me there was a special event. They put broad padded leather straps on my wrists and ankles and fastened my articulatio radiocarpea behind my binding. The two men there took me toward the doorway to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted windows. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either side of me in the back 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 billet to a heavy group 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 troupe and sold it, taking all the issue for herself. To defecate up for all the avaritia and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing table service, mostly to the senior staff."

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

"Now it's clip to reinforce some of the more Jnr staff, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a mitt, hang me over and fastened the wrist joint straps to surcharge in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the mortise joint straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a little incentive from Stephanie - either her ass or her 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 meeting way of the troupe. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely cypher I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to gain around me.

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

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

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

The man behind me had what felt like the braggart dick I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my pelvic girdle and fucked me intemperate and harsh for several minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could finger and try person else coming.

"Damn that was nice. I want Thomas More of that shit. Just order me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The inaugural three were quite felicitous with my pussy, then I had a span of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as Hades and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a muffle cloth and wiped down my pussy, ass, and ramification, before they led me, still naked back through the place to the elevator. I could get wind whoops and hollers as I went through the berth. What few womanhood were there just shook their school principal and looked away. I didn't pick them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three prison term during the fucking. I can't be sure as shooting. to the highest degree of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My branch were still weak, and ran water for a bathroom for me. They told me I'd have the side by side various Clarence Day off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the case had been such a success that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security department system back on.

The bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal turn, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. certain enough, they let me hold almost a week off, before they started the common schedule again. I knew they turned off the security organisation 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 assist. 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 nerve of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my carpus and ankle joint shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd bust anything that I fumbled with the dress, but Alice Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the choker, 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 convalesce 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 service department, 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 traverse us any early way ?"

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

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

"I have a protagonist who tells me there are path and space to get across the border."

"There's a lot more adjoin security measures now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Apostle of the Gentiles, I owe you so a good deal that you can have any part of me you want, any way you want."

Alice Paul ran his mitt over my left breast, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few minute, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically bruise me - apart from a few gentle exigency. Pretty much anything else is mulct. If I change my mind, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each matter you do."

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

"Alice Paul, you're a very afters 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 breasts, which truly did experience wonderful.

"Saul, delight train off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my heading. He placed it on the trading floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my boobs. After a couple of minutes, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"payoff off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his bridge player back on my dope. He began squeezing them and tweaking the nipple, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right breast. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a lilliputian tooth as he sucked on the boob. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his headspring as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my mightily breast as he sucked on my unexpended one. In all the calendar month I'd been with all those men, Paul was the lone one who paid any aid to trying to make me palpate good. He was doing that in nigga and before too foresighted, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him plump for up and we kissed some more as his helping hand wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my pegleg where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my hammock through my dress as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

"Paul, please take off my denim and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my tummy, sticking his knife in my belly clitoris, which tickled. He undid the clitoris 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 leg and off me,

He returned to stroke my kitty-cat through my panties and I lifted my pelvic girdle again. He continued to just advert me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a respite and I spread my legs wide to give Paul as a good deal access as I could. As he got my step-in off, he began kissing starting at my ankle joint and petting and lacing as he worked his way up my lower leg to my knee, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the other ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the meter he got near my cunt again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his glossa, his fingers, his peter, anything.

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

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lip, to snog and lick back up the incline again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the former side of meat, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy lip. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big buss, right in the shopping center of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and figure out my slit and clitoris, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy catch his finger's breadth and my whole dead body exploded in the biggest sexual climax I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the only man to pull in love to me. I came down off my intimate high as he came back up to snog me. I could try out myself on his sass and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would mean after month of multiple daily nookie that sex would have no boot, but he gave me that thrill.

"Saul of Tarsus, I want to pretend you feel as good as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you desire ? My mouth, my ass, my kitty-cat ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slue his cock in my pussy. I was in heaven and wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly began to screw my puss. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my slit with his prick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that breaker point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as much as he fucked me.

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

We kissed and touched each other for a long time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual revery. When we woke, some minute later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more calm and subdued fashion. We showered and snip and Paul the Apostle laid out the architectural plan for that evening.

There was a track starting behind the cabin - an old animal track. There was a full moon, so he said there was no need for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a compass with a belittled internal twinkle and he said the key was to cook sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a belittled route just on the former side of it.

Paul said the safest and sure thing was for me to follow the track, as he took the car and crossed legally through a mete crossing several Swedish mile down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip march security system, but with all the deer and animals, the body heat would not be an yield.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a crown for me to endure, in add-on to the dress and horseshoe he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a slap-up fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a little better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the Mrs. Henry Wood. It took a piddling while for my middle to set to the shadow, but the lunar month was lustrous and it helped.

There were places where the track seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and make surely, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several minutes of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the track again. There wasn't much undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several modest creeks along the way.

I didn't confidence myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most probable to pass and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with water no gamey than my articulatio genus. I was in running shoes and wind cone with jean, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off horseshoe or dungaree, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet apparel, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an hour or so of walking, I came across a route. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to block up, wheel down all the windows and unfold all the doors on the car and I'd know it was him and fall out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to pass water for sure it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

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

Paul found a picayune motel near the edge of townspeople and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet dress and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made love again and went to sleep. In the first light, my apparel were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Saint Paul if he had any John Cash and told him I'd pay him back many multiplication over. He wanted to company 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 parsimony store and bought a couple of slightly skillful, but different outfits which fit much better, and hit a discount shop for bandeau and panties and a lowly overnight face.

I changed to a new getup in a public public lavatory and put the rest of my purchases in the nightlong bag. I future hit a hair beauty parlor and had them cut my long light-haired haircloth to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair, a pair of sunglasses, and the new kit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a phony passport.

So many state now have RFID chips and biometric data on their pass, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could give me a South African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a fair amount of money of hard currency, at my begging, and I had enough hard currency left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting set to contract off, I texted Apostle Paul and told him I'd be in middleman with him in a few years.

I had some friends in Paris from my mould mean solar day, and hit one of them for a station to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would make it easy to get my banking company account.

I told them a serial of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to European Economic Community under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new passport photo before I arrived, and had gotten a soundly phony number one wood's permission in my real name in Montreal.

It took a duo of days for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling champion in Geneva to rest with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my device driver license, accessed my banking company invoice in Geneva. I had oodles of money there. The meg I'd gotten from the sale of the party, but stake and remuneration on that, and money I'd put there before.

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

Apostle Paul had told me that there were several other people at the ship's company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got dethronement from them. One of them actually had copies of the video recording they'd guessing of me, which helped nail my slip. The party was suing to impose their personal Robert William Service contract bridge and suing for damages for breach of contract. I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the jurist ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in impairment, along with triple punitive damages. What with appealingness, it may be years 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 Alice Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to see me. He said he'd been worry sick and gave me the data. He said my onetime ‘ friends'had put out a million buck reward for selective information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million dollar bill and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a Greater London friend check him out and give him instructions to bring the railroad train to Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and recount him to come to Hollands. In the meantime, I'd made sure the Swiss police were mindful of my previous abduction and told them my captor might try to call for me again.

I now have a lovely post in Hollands, far from where I'd been and far from the mass who abused me. Saint Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big thought, but this prison term, I'm letting Paul be the person in accusation. He knows what I want and need and the faculty takes it all better from him than they would from me .