Roxy didn't get it on how farseeing she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her consistence dented forward till her face touched the delicate stuff beneath her. A leather strap across the scruff of her neck kept her head down. Two Set of cushioned restraints, standardised to those used in a genial mental home for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and calves, keeping her stage firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tied to her backrest with the Lapplander kind of cushion restraint.

Her center was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a horde of locust. Her breaths little and rapid as fear seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a point of no outflow, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take much resourcefulness to know what's about to come about to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a powerful drug cartel. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed genus Draco without getting off unscathed.

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

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the drome ready to cross the Mexican tradition to board a flight to French Republic. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for distrust of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the character as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police station for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned storage warehouse far away from civilisation and manhandled by three brutes. instant later, she was stripped bare and bound into this disgracing posture.

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

Suddenly, the opening of the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a lightsome blueing shirt and black falling off, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light-headed blue shirt and black slack asked. His step was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in disgraceful leather crownwork and dungaree, growled. As if telling her that she was in big trouble.

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the elbow room a brief inspection."Not the most hygienics of post I've been to. And the firing is poor."

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

Genteel man gave the other guy a flavor of aversion but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that slide. Whatever the woman had a beef with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a part of it. And God, she was tied in such a shameful position. His cock hardened just by watching her passably ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the floor near the Bench the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and torus it receptive, before removing a crystallise plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a level survey of her pussy. Usually he didn't choose his patient being propped to such an inconvenient meridian, much less in such a terrible stead. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The tiptop of her twat was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the convenience of the men that were going to have it away her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would meet the Lapplander fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the broad space between her ramification and went back to his briefcase to get a electron tube of lubricant and a brace of metal thongs. He placed the two point veracious beside the speculum. From his white meat scoop, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the caoutchouc baseball glove made Roxy jolted in fear. With restrain field of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingers rubbing something poise along her kitty. She jerked away from the touch by lifting her ass higher. The fingerbreadth followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

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

"Hold on."the other guy said. After some clanking of metals, the guy came to his incline."motility away doc, might get a fiddling messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shuffling of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something cycle and cold pressed against her asshole. Her torso instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a indorse later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather jacket crown clad man pushed the objective into her harder.

Her mother fucker soon puckered, giving entry to the round objective. A precipitous pain sensation rippled through her eubstance. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon wee out the curve length attached to the round ball.

The physical object inside her arsehole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to push against the pull but with her delicate asshole on the line, she had no selection but to hold. Once she was pulled twit between the restraint on her legs and some form of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather crownwork walked into her view. His bridge player was holding a R-2 which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the workbench she was on.

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

Roxy tensed at the coarse encroachment. Other than that, she couldn't move an in more. The last defense mechanism she once had was finally shattered with the installment of the hook.

Securely leaping, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his touch modality incurred no move. To make certainly she was truly secured, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her snatch. Such a effect would make a cleaning woman leaped out of the gynecology chairperson in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A tiny vocalism inside him told him to shove the thing harder but he ignored it.

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

He took a deep hint to calm his nerve. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her snatch parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one hand, he took the dyad of lash with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his mobile phone's tv camera light on and glint the beam into her parted pussy. After angling it a few fourth dimension, the light finally revealed a flyspeck red drawing string at her uterine cervix. With the thong, Genteel man grabbed the end of the twine and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the tiny opening.

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

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

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

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. turncock and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a art object of that cunt ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky voice."I think she's going to stimulate pot of cocks today. You have quite a radical out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointment later."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't hold you anymore, doc."

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

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

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

The door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden quiver down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for clemency countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this berth only to be told that no amount of money of pleading would save her.

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

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

The man crouched in front of her and cast her an evil smiling."Oh, you can keep the money. Dragon has no need for the million buck you stole. But no one should get that much of money without working, am I right ?"

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

"At a rate of 150 dollar per fuck,"he then placed his oral cavity over her ear,"how many screw do you imagine a million one dollar bill could get ?"

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

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to hump the one million dollar bill out of your body."he took a cryptic breathing time of her hair."With 15 pct interest. Of course."

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

It was simply too many to count.

The end .