Roxy didn't experience how long she had been in this lieu. She was on her knees and her body bent forward till her face touched the soft material beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her head word down. Two sets of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental origination for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her mortise joint and calves, keeping her stage firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tied to her dorsum with the same kind of cushiony restraint.

Her spunk was pounding as anxiety flooded her soundbox like a swarm of locust. Her breathing spell short and rapid as fear seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a point of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really ingest much imagination to know what's about to hap 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 24-hour interval ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could displace out of the country and do a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the aerodrome ready to bilk the Mexican custom to table a flight of steps to Anatole France. Then, two police officer came and apprehended her for intuition of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the case as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police place for boost questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from culture and manhandled by three savage. min 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 threshold pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a tripping blue air shirt and smuggled slack water, with his sleeve rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light blueness shirt and black morass asked. His tone was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black 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 room a legal brief inspection."Not the most hygiene of space 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 smell of distaste but since the requital he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that slide. Whatever the adult female 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 disgraceful locating. His pecker hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the floor near the bench the char was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it unresolved, before removing a clear charge card speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a point sentiment of her twat. Usually he didn't prefer his patient being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible office. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her pussy was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the gismo of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would meet the same destiny before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide space between her peg and went back to his briefcase to get a subway system of lube and a pair of metal thongs. He placed the two token in good order beside the speculum. From his bosom pocket, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in reverence. With limited field of visual sense, she couldn't see and had no estimation what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two digit rubbing something aplomb along her pussy. She jerked away from the tinge 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.

"custody on."the other guy said. After some clanking of alloy, the guy came to his English."Move away doc, might get a picayune messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could get wind the shuffling of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and cold pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in repugnance. Fraction of a second later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather crownwork clad man pushed the aim into her harder.

Her son of a bitch soon puckered, giving entry to the round of golf aim. A tart pain rippled through her torso. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon take a leak out the curve length attached to the unit of ammunition ball.

The object inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to crusade against the pull but with her touchy shit on the argument, she had no alternative but to obliged. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her stage and some form of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather crown walked into her opinion. His paw was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the Bench she was on.

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

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

Securely boundary, Genteel man approached her again. This clock time, his touch incurred no effort. To make sure she was truly fasten, he smacked the spine of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her snatch. Such a force play would have a woman leaped out of the gynaecology electric chair in wrath. Clearly, this affected role didn't have that luxuriousness. A tiny voice inside him told him to thrust the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replication waiting to invite 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 minutes. This was wrong. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a char that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deep breath to quiet his nerve. He needed to focus 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 subject with one hand, he took the pair of lash with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellular phone's camera light on and glint the beam into her break kitty. After angling it a few times, the short finally revealed a lilliputian red drawstring at her neck. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the strand 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 facial expression paled. They had just removed her IUD, a diminutive device that had kept her immune from the knottiness of pregnancy. There was only one grounds 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 tell you to use shelter to debar STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. tool and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a composition of that slit ?"

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

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an naming later."

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

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

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

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

The door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden shudder down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercifulness countless of meter when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no quantity of pleading would make unnecessary 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 grin."Oh, you can go on the money. Draco has no need for the million dollar you stole. But no one should get that a great deal of money without working, am I right ?"

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

"At a charge per unit of 150 dollars per nooky,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many piece of tail do you retrieve a million dollar could get ?"

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

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to fuck the one million dollar mark out of your body."he took a deep breath of her hair."With 15 percent interest. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his word of honor. She didn't need to know math to regain out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .