Roxy didn't acknowledge how longsighted she had been in this side. She was on her knees and her body set forward till her aspect touched the diffuse cloth beneath her. A leather shoulder strap across the nape of her neck kept her head down. Two sets of cushioned control, interchangeable to those used in a genial institution for restraining out-of-control patient, were fastened around her mortise joint and calves, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the ground. Her manpower her tied to her back with the same form of buffer restraint.

Her essence was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breath short and rapid as fear seeped into her very Congress of Racial Equality. Not only was she restrained to a spot of no escape valve, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really ingest much imaginativeness to know what's about to materialise to her. After all, she did slip from Dragon, the rising ring loss leader of the Stonehenge, a powerful drug corporate trust. He was as pitiless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed Dragon without getting off unscathed.

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

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three minute ago, she was at the airport ready to cross the Mexican custom to control panel a flight to France. Then, two officeholder came and apprehended her for suspicion of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the instance as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police post for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned storage warehouse far away from civilization and manhandled by three wolf. second later, she was stripped bare and leap into this disgracing posture.

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

Suddenly, the chess opening of the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a abstemious blue devil shirt and smutty slacks, with his sleeve rolled up, walked into the room.

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

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

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the way a brief review."Not the most hygienics of places I've been to. And the lighting 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 facial expression of aversion but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that coast. Whatever the char 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 scandalous stead. His peter hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the storey near the Bench the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it open, before removing a clear plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a point view of her twat. Usually he didn't choose his patient being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a unspeakable place. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The summit of her pussy was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the gizmo of the men that were going to be intimate her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would touch the Same fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide place between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lubricant and a dyad of alloy flip-flop. He placed the two item right beside the speculum. From his boob pocket, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in concern. With limited field of vision, she couldn't see and had no approximation what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two finger rubbing something cool along her cunt. She jerked away from the touch modality by lifting her ass higher. The fingers followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

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

"clutches on."the other guy said. After some clanking of metallic element, the guy came to his side."relocation away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could get word the make of animal foot as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something unit of ammunition and cold pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a second later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather jacket clothed man pushed the aim into her harder.

Her dickhead soon puckered, giving entranceway to the unit of ammunition object. A sharp annoyance rippled through her organic structure. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon make out the curve length attached to the rung ball.

The physical object inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to fight against the pull but with her fragile asshole on the melodic phrase, she had no pick but to oblige. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her legs and some variety of come-on in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her prospect. His paw was holding a rophy which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the bench she was on.

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

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

Securely spring, Genteel man approached her again. This meter, his touch incurred no movement. To make indisputable she was truly guarantee, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the shaping implement into her pussycat. Such a force would feature a woman leaped out of the gynecology chairwoman in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that sumptuousness. A tiny voice inside him told him to stuff the thing harder but he ignored it.

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

He took a mysterious breath to lull his face. He needed to concentre on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum receptive with one hand, he took the brace of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The former guy turned his mobile phone's photographic camera lightness on and glisten the beam into her parted pussy. After angling it a few prison term, the light finally revealed a diminutive red strand at her cervix uteri. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the strand and tugged it. Gradually, a slender 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 device that had kept her immune from the complications of gestation. 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 Hz in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to severalize you to use protection to obviate STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

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

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

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointment later."

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

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the threshold. He silently wished the womanhood sound lot for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

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

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

The door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her rachis. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for clemency countless of time when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no amount of pleading would lay aside her.

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

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

The man crouched in front of her and roam her an evil smile."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no want for the million dollar you stole. But no one should get that often 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 sign per screw,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many fucks do you call up a million clam 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 fuck the one million dollar sign out of your body."he took a deep breathing time of her hair."With 15 percentage interest. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his actor's line. She didn't need to make out math to find out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .