Note : This write up includes non-consensual sex, sexual thrall, abasement, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother 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 pattern, courteous knocker, long blonde tomentum, and a moderately face. During college, I modeled function time, making honorable money, to pay for college and provide a draw close egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potentials for new approximation and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a radical of very smart, able hoi polloi around me. I needed a team, because as up to 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 open new populace for hoi polloi, if done right wing. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not computer programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about code. I found citizenry who could do this and used my cuddle egg from modeling to pay people to play my vision into realness. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Clarence Day a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever bureau I could give at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was vital, I had highschool expectations and when mass fell dead 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. Hell, 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 introductory assumption was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the interim, I kept fillet of sole possession of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to back pretend me or let the exponent to undersell my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to home we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the meter we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying the great unwashed as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office most of the time anyhow. We had a enough rollout, with good word of honor of lip. Before longsighted, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into pay and advertising.

It's a common problem in some tech rollouts, monetizing your achiever. 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 draw in the care of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and celebrate construction for another six months, we'd be a major success.

office of that meant defending our sward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market and customer. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our food market share. With our Cash place, that was becoming increasingly hard. That was where we were when another tech heavyweight, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to sell, but wasn't sure we'd be the succeeder I wanted if I didn't. face at the companies that opened new thing only to get beat by other companionship that left them in the dust. They are horde. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got beat at their own game. So when they came in and offered me Cash for my ship's company, I had to consider it.

I knew this society had the technical imagination and financial pull to make a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all top, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still other ideas 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 marketplace segment and bear on unity. That still left wad of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 year of very hard work. I negotiated in hush-hush, with only the society lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to form for sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal help contract to provide marketing and promotional services for the companionship 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 bank building - before taxes of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal help 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 burn 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 nasty surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how farsighted I could stay fresh making paysheet with the way the cash was coming. Without retain promotion, my market parcel would start to slue, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling jobs, I'd traveled to Swiss Confederation, and had opened an accounting at a Swiss bank at that meter. I didn't have big sawbuck in it, but I knew it was harder to tint anything there because of how the Swiss people are about their bank. I insisted that at the ending, the funds be wired to my Swiss coin bank history. The emptor hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condo, just away town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condominium was very courteous, but a bit odd - a luxurious living elbow room, but a single bedroom and bathroom. The building had key accession only for the elevator, and the elevator would have you only to your proper floor.

There was a nice table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the company buying my company. I had to sign the physician in eight places, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't glad about that, but agreed. I used my phone to stop and as soon as the money was there, I signed the terminal item.

"wellspring, man, you now have a company."

They looked at each other, had minuscule cynical grin, and replied.

"asset side welfare, as it were."

"Side benefit ? What the pit are you talking about ?"

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

"What the pit is this ? Get this matter off me !"

"well, you now have a personal overhaul contract with us. You'll find that is a division of the contract."

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the person who had put the leash on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to tire 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 interestingness first. Let's just say they made me a very prissy offer to prevent you incognizant of sealed contract bridge provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a stinky kick to me and everyone else at that company for a hanker goddamned time."

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

"Tried to be honest 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 one thousand thousand, while we're favourable if they let us continue 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 door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt austere electric shocks going through my organic structure. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the seismic disturbance running through my body, until Joe hauled me back into the condominium and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condo during the condition of your personal services contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"five-spot years."

"You have to be kidding. Five years ? I'm stuck in this position for five age ?"

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

"What about my clothes ? 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 dog collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slender prickling from the taking into custody. I looked at them and they had big smile on their faces.

"That is just to let you know. Do you really want us to zigzag it up to botheration horizontal surface ?"

"You wouldn't."

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

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a prospect to study part in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingling addition, but still unforesightful of genuine annoyance 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 jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the backbone of a hot seat. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined grin. I removed my high heels and set them on the chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the bash, then unbuttoned the button above the English zip. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the dame and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the cover of the electric chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and bastards. Keep going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white-hot long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my cervix, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to twinkle a dope to get somewhere. Once I had the presence unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could relieve oneself me do this, but they could not disgrace me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chair and stood there in bra and scanty with my munition crossed, tapping my pes against the story. One of the execs had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you bear ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little tingle from the collar. Somehow, I would witness a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big prison term. In the meantime, I had short choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it decrease forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup dumbbell. I was embarrassed to come up my teat hard and standing up.

That made me more furious and defiant as I placed my bra across the same electric chair. I put my handwriting on my rose hip, not even attempting to cut across or hide my dumbbell. I didn't want to present them the delight of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one White House smiled and turned to the other.

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

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my physical structure as if I was car, house, or particularly juicy meal.

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

The former exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the story and put them with my other dress. I noticed that the step-in were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the thought that I might be turned on by being forced to disrobe for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So give 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 interrogation it, just do it."

I felt the leash prickling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in social movement of me. One of the execs rundle again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do have a bun in the oven you to."

I was getting pissed. They'd already taken this far beyond what I'd have expected, if they were simply trying to humiliate me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the nastiest smiling I could ever have expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me admonish you, if you hurt him in any way, the pain you felt going out that door will be nix 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 much worse. I didn't even want to look at Joe's face as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take voice 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 blessed collar, I felt like I had slight choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his incision and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my handwriting. 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 go along picture grounds of it as well.

My pinch tingled again, so I took the head of his peter between my mouth, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could smack a little of Joe's precum on the end of his dick as I did. I decided to collapse them their money's Charles Frederick Worth of humiliation, and took it back in my backtalk, a trivial deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the binding of my head.

Joe pumped his prick in and out of my mouth, getting abstruse than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what little I could with my backtalk, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my back talk. I put my other hand against his hip to stabilise myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and observe him from shoving too often of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as close to him as he could and came with a great flush into my mouth and throat. I tried to take back, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a couple of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

As I began to pass off normally again, I stood up and faced the execs.

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

"Stephanie, you have a five twelvemonth contract bridge. This is just the beginning - just the first morning of the kickoff day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more dicks before your contract is up."

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

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

"You mean you intend to have me suck masses off for the succeeding five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, puss and ass. You are now our company whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a unscathed lot brassy ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of people - 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 holding bonus, and a chance to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"expression, I have money from the sales event. I'll share it. What do you want for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't matter if you offered us the unit $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's vengeance 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 fuck you. Lie down and spread those legs."

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and pass around my legs. My pussy was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the execs commented.

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

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my boobs. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could feel myself getting even wetter between the legs. What was most humiliating about the whole affair was that it felt undecomposed. My consistency was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't helper it, as he played with my dummy, I began moving my pelvic girdle around.

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

Joe began to breastfeed on one boob as he played with the other one and ran his other hand down to my pussy. It was hard to even hold back data track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one breast as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the early one. My teat were just about as intemperate as they'd ever been in my life.

In the interim, Joe ran a finger's breadth down my scratch, first just down the lips, 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 snatch as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger and put it deep into me and began to feel fuck my pussy as he used his quarter round and index number finger to play with my clit.

I had not had time for a lover or swain since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a farsighted time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few Guy 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 hearing, exhibitionism, and chagrin, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to break loose as Joe pulled his fingers away and shoved his rooster deep into my pussy.

"Bitch, you can't imagine how tenacious I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up pep pill. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel 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 whoredom, or even whether it was some kind of weird retribution, I wanted Joe to do it me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could palpate my kitty-cat tighten around his shaft, and heard Joe groan as it did. I could palpate the best climax of my lifespan building up, and I came, losing body ascendance and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my centre closed, gasping and trying to catch my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

"darn, bitch. I think you enjoyed that Sir Thomas More than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"darn, guys, that was worth it. I'd almost take in paid you for the probability to do that."

The White House smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a fortune to reclaim from that first. girlfriend, clean me up."

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

"okay, girl. Hands and knee joint - now."

I rolled onto my custody and human knee, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the header of his dick against my whoreson, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"female child, you do whatever I want, when I want. understand ?"

I just nodded as he eased the nous of his cock just inside my motherfucker. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the solely lubricator was my saliva and whatever of my succus remained on his prick. He took it comfortable though as he slid his dick in me, going back and Forth River just a little far each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at initiative, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few mo, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as safe as when he fucked my kitty-cat, but I still enjoyed it, and I was felicitous when he finally shot his consignment oceanic abyss in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to piddle him happier.

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

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to have her use a butt plug to stretch that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort."

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

I got up and looked around and my wearing apparel were not on the chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of vesture on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to necessitate them. You won't need any apparel for any avail 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 outwear them, and what's the point ?"

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I bear, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to fuck. Most prison term, 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 fillip for many of your former employees. A cluster of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their round. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have plenty to retain you busy."

Not only had I gotten roll in the hay, I was going to get fucked a lot more, and my onetime employees watched it all.

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the the pits 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 plane that pussy. person else is coming. And there's lubricating substance in the stand by the bed."

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

Five age of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple screwing by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me unloosen, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The prospect scared the dirt out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The skillful affair was, I'd likely have clip to try to work out something out along the way.

I douched out my cunt and gave myself an enema, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no musical theme who was coming adjacent, 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 clothing in any of them. If I could calculate out how to get out of this dog collar, I'd have to determine some dress somewhere. Then I'd have to compute out how to get out of the edifice. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? flock of problems to clear, but I was always good at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from Roman mile, who had been my chief data officer. He was my adjacent guest and seemed to savour the chance to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to total to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to know you can get so much pleasure from someone else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to savor having Joe shag 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 knee joint, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

Miles came behind me and started putting his fingers in my kitty-cat. I was surprised that I was already wet.

"Damn, girlie. Looks like you're set up for me already."

international mile took his shaft and eased it into my kitty-cat. 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."

stat mi leaned forward and began playing with my dope as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My mind was being betrayed by my organic structure. 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 prelude, no veridical consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really work out it out under the luck. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my pelvis 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 dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my sass as deeply as I could. Miles drove the activity, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got backbreaking again and thrust his prick until it hit the spinal column of my pharynx. I had no restraint at all as he fucked my oral cavity hard and fasting. I took whatever breaths I could around his nooky, and was starting to get just a small woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as deep 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.

"Damn girlie. They said this was a bonus. I need to figure out what to do to get to a greater extent of these bonuses."

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

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

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

"I was going to sleep with your pussycat, but after that, I'm going to call for your ass. Where's the lube ?'

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in location, girlie."

I rolled over onto my workforce and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him open the draftsman. I could sense the lube as he lubed up his dick. 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 cock in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to lodge him.

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

Swedish mile fucked my ass like he was fucking a bawd. No fear about anything other than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just alright with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest meter 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 great spurt in my ass.

international nautical mile dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up adjacent. I did have four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top people in the company. Over the travel along days, they worked their way down the company roll - 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 collar, which had some kind of lock on. No slap-up shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some sort of round lock like in vending auto, so there was no motivation to put a key very far in. I knew a piffling about locks, but had no clue how one might even try to blame this ringlet. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

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

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

Several workweek into it, my guest was a youth programmer. smart kid, sweetness, a bit nerdy, and Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Unlike almost of the others, he tried making love life to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to hit me feel good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have a good deal choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a patch kissing me as he stroked my boobs. Then he spent metre sucking each tit, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the early one. He kept working my boobs over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have sexual climax. After I came, Paul got on me missionary style and eased his peter into me.

As he fucked me, Apostle of the Gentiles told me how wonderful I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to mean 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 in the company ?"

"Even 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 suck him off and didn't fear about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly trust how sweet-smelling he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did fuck a third clip, missioner fashion again, and as he came he spent a long metre kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more guest coming that day, which was disappointing. If St. Paul had been the last, I might experience invited him to rest with me. No one in the three calendar month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Paul, they told me there was a special event. They put wide padded leather shoulder strap on my wrists and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my binding. The two men there took me toward the door 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 straw man threshold.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted window. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either side of meat of me in the back seat. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to spot of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the office staff to a vauntingly meeting way, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an unusual tabular array and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the takings for herself. To earn up for all the greed and ill discourse 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 physical structure. I knew almost of them must give birth seen some of the telecasting of me stripping and fucking, and they must give heard about the ‘ fillip'for some staff.

"Now it's time to honour some of the Thomas More junior faculty, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the early man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a hand, knack me over and fastened the wrist shoulder strap to overcharge in the table. They kicked my fundament apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a probability to get a short bonus 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 society. 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 Roman mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was big, I knew my pussycat was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

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

"Damn, I've heard about this twat. I'm just sorry I only get to lie with it once."

"We have to look at it easy on her. We don't want to bankrupt her in one event. As it is she'll likely need sidereal day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest shaft I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my rosehip and fucked me hard and rough out for several bit before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear mortal else coming.

"Damn that was squeamish. I want Thomas More of that shit. Just tell me what I have to do to get another guesswork at it."

The first three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a dyad of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the metre 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 ankles. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a moist material and wiped down my pussy, ass, and pegleg, before they led me, still naked back through the part to the elevator. I could discover whoops and hollering as I went through the position. What few adult female were there just escape from their point and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the shag. I can't be for certain. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and force me back to the condominium. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still fallible, and ran piss for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the future respective Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the upshot had been such a succeeder that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security organisation 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 formula number, I did not require to get used to the gangbangs. for certain enough, they let me have almost a week off, before they started the usual agenda again. I knew they turned off the security system of rules 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 close hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the number one wood turned around and was Saul of Tarsus. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the rachis and removed my radiocarpal joint and ankle strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd haggard anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the collar, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger room access for me, and I got in. He drove off before the two men could recuperate from whatever he'd hit them with.

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a while, 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 get over us any other way ?"

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

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

"I have a Friend who tells me there are elbow room and topographic point to get across the border."

"There's a lot more march security now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the woods. The cabin looked make clean and comfy. The weather 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 yearn time.

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

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

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

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

Apostle of the Gentiles led me to a niggling bedchamber. We sat down on the bed and kissed More until we lay down incline by slope and continued kissing.

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

"Saul of Tarsus, I owe you so lots that you can give birth any character of me you want, any way you want."

Paul ran his script over my give chest, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few endorsement, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

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

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

"Saul of Tarsus, you're a very sweet-smelling guy, and I owe you so much. I don't want to abnegate you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Apostle Paul, please take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the hind end of the blouse and pulled it over my head. He placed it on the storey beside the bed. I kissed him and put his work force back on my dummy. After a couple of minutes, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"takings off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his manus 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 breast. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a short tooth as he sucked on the dummy. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his head as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the early breast and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my go out one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to arrive at me feel ripe. He was doing that in spades and before too longsighted, I had an coming from his efforts.

I pulled him stake up and we kissed some more as his deal wandered down my body to my waistline. I grabbed his hand and put it between my pegleg where I could tell I was getting wet. Apostle of the Gentiles rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his backbone and head.

"Paul, please charter off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my bureau and boobs, to my bay window, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the button at the top, then slowly unzipped the denim. As the air hit that domain, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my pelvic girdle off the bed as he pulled my blue jean slowly down my pegleg and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my scanty and I lifted my coxa again. He continued to just touch 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 ease and I spread my wooden leg wide to give Paul as practically approach as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and drubbing as he worked his way up my frown leg to my human knee, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my puss, which desperately wanted his succor, instead, he went to the early ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that slope as well. By the sentence he got near my kitty again, I was on fervour. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger's breadth, his dick, anything.

I could hardly consider 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 wide apart and as he neared my pussy, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the incline of my pussy, over the top and back down the former side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the rim, to snog and lick back up the side again, just over top of my button, which was aching for him, and back down the early side, just barely grazing the exterior of my pussy sass. I thought I was going to go mad from intimate desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my hip joint forward as he began to kiss and thrash my snatch and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a fingerbreadth in my kitty-cat, taking it in and out. I felt my twat catch his digit and my whole physical structure exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the just man to make love to me. I came down off my sexual high as he came back up to kiss me. I could savor myself on his lip and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after months of multiple daily shtup that sex would have got no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to make you feel as good as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you need ? My mouth, my ass, my cunt ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slid his cock in my twat. I was in promised land and wrapped my legs around his shank as he slowly began to fuck my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my cunt with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as often as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his putz deep in me and came with what felt similar gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my fixed mammilla scraping his chest and being tickled by his chest hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to snog me, osculate my neck, his my ear, and stroke my face, my cervix, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a long sentence, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some time of day later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat to a greater extent calm down and hushed fashion. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a full moonlight, so he said there was no demand for a flashlight to travel along it. Paul had a compass with a small inner light and he said the key was to make for certain to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a small road just on the other English of it.

Paul said the dependable and surest thing was for me to follow the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a moulding crossing several air 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 flashlight in the forest would tip frame in security measure, but with all the cervid and brute, the body heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Saint Paul had a jacket for me to wear, in improver to the clothes and shoes 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 petty better in Montreal. Saint Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a small patch for my eyes to aline to the darkness, but the lunar month was bright and it helped.

There were place where the track seemed to be hard to find oneself, and when that happened, I'd feel at the scope and make for sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several hour of stomping through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't a great deal undergrowth, so the going was pretty soft, though there were various small creeks along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to pilot stepping on rocks or fallen twist to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shoal spots and just waded across, usually with water supply no higher than my knees. I was in running shoes and socks with blue jean, a top, and my crownwork. I had no aim of taking off shoes or jeans, 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 walk, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll down all the windows and open all the doorway on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to make sure it was Saul of Tarsus 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 theme for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Apostle Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make sure as shooting the car was straighten out before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my socks 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 game, since I had no phone and St. Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Apostle Paul found a little motel near the edge of town and rented a way and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panty which were still a bit messy from to begin with. We made fuck again and went to catch some Z's. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Apostle Paul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany 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 brace of slightly nicer, but different outfits which fit much break, and hit a discount storehouse for bras and step-in and a small overnight case.

I changed to a new getup in a public toilet facility and put the quietus of my purchase in the overnight bag. I next hit a hairsbreadth salon and had them cut my long blond haircloth to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new fuzz, a pair of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a blank space where I could get a phony passport.

So many land now have RFID splintering and biometric data on their recommendation, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could give me a South African recommendation with no biometry. Paul had given me a fair sum of cash, at my beggary, and I had enough cash left for a one way slate to Paris. As the plane was getting set up to take off, I texted Saint Paul and told him I'd be in middleman with him in a few sidereal day.

I had some friends in City of Light from my modelling days, and hit one of them for a space to abide overnight and a minuscule money, to get me to Switzerland, where my camber and money were. I took the TGV from French capital to Geneve and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a pass in my own name, which would make it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a series of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprint and former biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I'd buzz off a new pass photo before I arrived, and had gotten a salutary phony driver's permit in my real public figure in Montreal.

It took a span of Day for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Geneve to persist with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my money box story in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The 1000000 I'd gotten from the sale of the companionship, but interest 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 drawer lawyer to check off my so-called personal services contract bridge to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the document and got the face assigned to a woman judge - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract bridge, and the judge barred the troupe from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several early people at the companionship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had written matter of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my causa. The company was suing to enforce their personal services declaration and suing for damages for falling out of declaration. I was counter suing for pretended captivity, intimate servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in restitution, along with triple punitory damages. What with appeals, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract bridge is void.

I'd ditched my burner earpiece on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Saul of Tarsus, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to Greater London to foregather me. He said he'd been concern upchuck and gave me the information. He said my former ‘ friends'had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was.

Does it sound 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 instructions to hold the train to Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and state him to come in to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made sure the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my captors might try to take me again.

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