Note : This storey includes non-consensual sex, sexual bondage, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these annoyance you, please skip this story.

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My figure 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 bod, courteous boobs, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a pretty face. During college, I modeled part clip, making good money, to pay for college and provide a draw close egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a imaginativeness, and I saw electric potential for new theme and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very smart, capable people around me. I needed a squad, because as capable 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 grocery store. I knew this app would spread out new globe for people, if done rightfulness. I had a imagination for how it should attend, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about codification. I found people who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay multitude to bring my visual sense into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour daylight, 7 mean solar day a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever situation I could afford 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 high expectation and when multitude fell forgetful I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of function model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech world. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My staple assumption was that when we made it big, I'd payoff all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept lone ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to second guess me or have the power to undersell my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to space we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying citizenry as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the position most of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of oral fissure. Before farsighted, we had the hot new app out there. The job was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into earnings and advertising.

It's a common job in some tech rollouts, monetizing your winner. 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 pull in the attending of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could throw on to what we had and continue edifice for another six month, we'd be a major success.

piece of that meant defending our turf against fledgling who were gunning for us and our securities industry and clients. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our market share. With our hard cash situation, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another technical school heavyweight, which will go nameless, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to betray, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. search at the party that opened new matter only to get beat by other companionship that left them in the debris. They are legion. 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 hard cash for my company, I had to look at it.

I knew this company had the technical foul resources and financial clout to make a winner of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all top side, but had no downside, and could turn around and quest after still other ideas that were floating around in my school principal. They were pretty knockout nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my grocery section and related unity. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 yr of very intemperate work. I negotiated in orphic, with only the company lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to signalise a personal avail contract to bring home the bacon marketing and promotional serving for the company 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 - before tax of trend. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sales event on the personal serve contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, learn 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 ok, that there would be no foul surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without go on promotion, my mart portion would start to drop off, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my clay sculpture Job, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an account at a Swiss people bank at that fourth dimension. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to rival anything there because of how the Swiss are about their bank. I insisted that at the closing, the fund be wired to my Swiss cant chronicle. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the close at a very exclusive condo, just exterior townsfolk. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very nice, but a bit odd - a luxurious living room, but a single bedroom and bathroom. The edifice had key accession only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a dainty mesa and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two EXEC from the fellowship buying my fellowship. I had to sign up the docs in eight places, and told them I'd signal seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't well-chosen about that, but agreed. I used my phone to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

"well, gentlemen, you now have a company."

They looked at each other, had little cynical smiles, and replied.

"summation side of meat welfare, as it were."

"Side benefits ? 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 dismission, and was pissed.

"What the Inferno is this ? Get this affair off me !"

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

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the person who had put the shoe 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 involvement first. Let's just say they made me a very nice offer to keep you incognizant of certain contract bridge provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a rotten kick to me and everyone else at that party for a long damned time."

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

"Tried to be fair to us ? You've pushed us, humiliated us in world, 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 former 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 severe galvanic blow going through my torso. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the shock absorber running through my torso, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condominium during the condition of your personal help contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"quint years."

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

"Unless we choose to allow you out for some intellect, 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 mean of punishing you with that collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slight tingling from the leash. I looked at them and they had big smiling on their faces.

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

"You wouldn't."

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

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a opportunity to take part in your humiliation."

"Enough stalling. You need to take out your clothing - now."

I felt the tingling growth, but still myopic of genuine pain in the ass levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not need another impact the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a cap, which I slowly removed, and laid across the cover of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high dog 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 wench. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the button above the position zip. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back 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 bastards. hold back going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Theodore Harold White prospicient arm top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well yesteryear having to flash a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could pretend me do this, but they could not disgrace me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the death chair and stood there in bra and panties with my branch crossed, tapping my foot against the floor. One of the execs had a picayune half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another short chill from the collar. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big meter. In the meantime, I had footling choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it return forward off my berm, baring my c-cup boobs. I was embarrassed to find my nipples hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and noncompliant as I placed my bra across the Lapp chairman. I put my hands on my pelvis, not even attempting to hatch or conceal my boobs. I didn't want to consecrate them the pleasure 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 think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my soundbox as if I was car, star sign, or particularly juicy meal.

"All right, let's close this and murder the panty. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't hold for this."

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

"So consume you had your fun now ?"

"My dearest 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 doubtfulness it, just do it."

I felt the catch tingle again, so I dropped down to my articulatio genus. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the White House spoke 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 humble me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the tight grin I could ever get expected to see.

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to spite him, but that just made it that much worse. I didn't even want to search at Joe's boldness as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take piece in this. I could hardly believe it. I was hard on my multitude, including Joe, but I never felt I was unjust. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this cursed collar, I felt like I had little pick but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to depend at one of the White House and realized they'd been videoing my husking and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep on video evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the mind of his cock between my backtalk, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could try a little of Joe's precum on the end of his dick as I did. I decided to give them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouth, a little deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the book binding of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting recondite than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what little I could with my back talk, tongue and script, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other helping 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 hammer down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my psyche as close to him as he could and came with a great outburst into my mouth and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his shaft and his cum, though it took a couple of deglutition to get most of it down. Joe released my school principal and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

As I began to breathe normally again, I stood up and faced the EXEC.

"So you've had your footling thrills. You made me strip and suck off someone on camera. Do you sense all happy inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract. This is just the first - just the firstly sunrise of the start day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more dicks before your declaration is up."

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

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

"You mean you intend to experience me suck masses off for the next five eld ?"

"Not just that. You're going to have it away them too, purulent and ass. You are now our company whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a whole lot cheaper ?"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 retention incentive, and a probability to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"expression, I have money from the sale. I'll percentage 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 unit $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's payback 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 dick as hard as ever.

"Now I want to screw you. Lie down and spread those legs."

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and open my wooden leg. My cunt was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the execs commented.

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

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

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

Joe began to suck on one dumbbell as he played with the former one and ran his other mitt down to my pussy. It was hard to even keep cartroad of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My mamilla were just about as hard as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meanwhile, Joe ran a finger's breadth down my slit, first just down the lip, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my pelvic arch as well. I could sense my juice gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his middle digit and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index finger to play with my clitoris.

I had not had time for a lover or swain since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a long time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy wire I'd been with, just were not all that peachy and I could please myself a lot Thomas More than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the audience, immodesty, and humiliation, turned me on More than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to detonate as Joe pulled his finger away and shoved his prick deep into my pussy.

"gripe, you can't think how long I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up swiftness. As he did, I began to have it away him back. I could feel the heat rising through my dead body as he plunged his son of a bitch as oceanic abyss in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some sort of Weird payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my pussy fasten around his cock, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could finger the outdo climax of my living building up, and I came, losing consistence mastery 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 hint as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting oceanic abyss in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, hombre, that was Charles Frederick Worth it. I'd almost receive paid you for the chance to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little Sir Thomas More ?"

"Yeah, but I need a opportunity to regain from that kickoff. young lady, clean me up."

Joe pulled my chief down toward his groin. I didn't even fight it at this point. I went down there and began sucking on his cock and cleaning my juice and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my back talk earlier, but now could try myself on his from the fucking we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get firmly again.

"okey, miss. manus and knees - now."

I rolled onto my handwriting and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me affect my branch farther apart. I didn't even know or handle what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the straits of his dick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to bang my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"lady friend, you do whatever I want, when I want. empathise ?"

I just nodded as he eased the headspring of his cock just inside my motherfucker. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the alone lube was my saliva and whatever of my juices remained on his motherfucker. He took it easy though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a short farther each clip until I could sense him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

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

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

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

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

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that snatch. You'll have another node in an hr or so."

I got up and looked around and my clothes 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 ask them. You won't need any clothes for any services 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 wear them, and what's the head ?"

"What about food for thought ?"

"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 ask, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your cyprian for the next five old age ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention bonus for many of your onetime employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also get you entertain certain node and subcontractors. Don't concern. You'll have wad to go along you busy."

Not only had I gotten fucked, I was going to get fucked a lot Thomas 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 inferno 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 trim that pussy. person else is coming. And there's lube in the stall 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 pregnant.

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple screw by each one. shit, by the time they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The candidate scared the turd out of me, but I wasn't for certain what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to figure something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an enema, then shaved my puss and showered all the Funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming next, but it would likely be more of what Joe did. As many as all three yap, 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 W.C., and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to get hold some dress somewhere. Then I'd have to figure 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 ? oodles of problems to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my honcho information military officer. He was my next client and seemed to savour the probability to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to arrive to me, which he did, taking off his dress as he did.

"How the mighty have fallen. You can't imagine how respectable 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 delight having Joe fuck you."

"You think, given the prospect, 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 lubricant in the table."

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

Miles came behind me and started putting his digit in my snatch. I was surprised that I was already wet.

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

Miles took his dick and eased it into my snatch. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly blue-blooded. 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."

Miles leaned forward and began playing with my boobs as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My mind was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me originally. I guess it was the slant, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guy, no arousal, no overture, no existent consent, and yet I was having the easily sex of my liveliness. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a recollective time ? I didn't know and couldn't really enter it out under the destiny. I was fucking him back as he let go of my dope and pulled my hips tight, shoved his prick oceanic abyss in me and came in my pussy.

mi rolled me over and moved over to straddle my face and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"OK girlie, cleanse it off."

My munition were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my men, but took him into my sassing as deep as I could. geographical mile drove the legal action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got voiceless again and thrust his SOB until it hit the back of my throat. I had no control at all as he fucked my verbalise knockout and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his roll in the hay, and was starting to get just a slight 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 count on out what to do to get More of these bonuses."

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

"And your cunt is just aching to have my hawkshaw back in it again."

"donjon in psyche, I'm just here as a cyprian. Do you really think a whore gives a diddly-squat about her clients ?"

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

"mesa, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hired hand and articulatio genus and raised my ass in the air as I heard him afford the drawer. I could smell the lube as he lubed up his cock. He took a fingerbreadth with lube 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 accommodate him.

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

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a tart. No care about anything other than his joy and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the foresighted clip before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to hold fucking my ass all day. He came with outstanding spurts in my ass.

knot dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up next. I did give birth four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top people in the company. Over the come days, they worked their way down the company roll - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the company roll. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the collar, which had some sort of ringlet on. No great shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some kind of round lock like in vending machines, so there was no need to put a key very far in. I knew a piffling about ringlet, but had no clue how one might even try to pick this whorl. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a Lester Willis Young latina woman who brought repast twice a day. She quickly made it crystallise that she would not help me.

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

Several weeks into it, my node was a untried programmer. smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and offspring. Unlike nearly of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me finger good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have a good deal choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Apostle Paul spent quite a patch 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 organic structure always seemed to love the sex, but I often did not have orgasms. After I came, Saul of Tarsus got on me missional trend and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how marvelous I was and how a great deal he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he mean it.

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

"Even after I've fucked so many guys in the company ?"

"eve so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my torso until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Apostle of the Gentiles rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to screw him. Apostle Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly trust how sugariness he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did fuck a third time, missionary elan again, and as he came he spent a long time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If St. Paul had been the final stage, I might have invited him to stay with me. No one in the three month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Apostle of the Gentiles, they told me there was a special outcome. They put wide padded leather strap on my wrist and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my rachis. The two men there took me toward the room access 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 look 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 slope of me in the hind 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 offices of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the offices to a large meeting room, 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 issue for herself. To draw up for all the greed and ill treatment of the faculty, she has been providing services, mostly to the senior staff."

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

"Now it's time to reward some of the more junior staff, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the former man unhooked my manpower from behind my spinal column and the two men each took a helping hand, bent me over and fastened the wrist straps to overcharge in the tabular array. They kicked my human foot apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a little bonus from Stephanie - either her ass or her twat, whichever you prefer. We have lube here for those who prefer the ass."

I was now going to be gangbanged by xx five men in a encounter room of the company. 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 nothing I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to foregather around me.

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

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

"We have to lease it easy on her. We don't want to ruin her in one consequence. As it is she'll likely need Clarence Day to recover."

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

"shucks that was nice. I want more of that cocksucker. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The first three were quite felicitous with my pussy, then I had a couple of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as netherworld and had cum running down my legs from all the screw. When everyone had their stroke, the men unfastened my wrists and mortise joint. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a damp cloth and wiped down my pussycat, ass, and wooden leg, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could try whoops and hollers as I went through the federal agency. What few women were there just shook their principal 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 roll in the hay. I can't be certainly. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and push back me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My stage were still infirm, and ran water for a bathtub for me. They told me I'd have the side by side various solar day off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the upshot had been such a achiever that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security scheme back on.

The bathroom was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the discomfort out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal routine, I did not desire to get used to the gangbangs. sure enough, they let me have 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 plastered 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 side of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and mortise joint shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so yearn since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the dress, but St. 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 recover 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 vehicle.

"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 supporter who's out of town."

"They can't get over us any other way ?"

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

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

"I have a friend who tells me there are ways and place to get across the border."

"There's a lot more border 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 houseclean and comfy. The weather condition 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 tenacious time.

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

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

"As Henry Sweet 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 ship's boat and considerate as I can."

Paul led me to a little sleeping room. We sat down on the bed and kissed Sir Thomas More until we lay down side by side 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."

"Paul, I owe you so much that you can have any portion of me you want, any way you want."

Apostle of the Gentiles ran his hand over my result chest, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few seconds, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Apostle of the Gentiles, I'd ask that you not physically pain me - apart from a few blue exigency. Pretty much anything else is okay. If I change my judgement, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each affair you do."

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

"Apostle of the Gentiles, you're a very sweet 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 breasts, which truly did sense wonderful.

"Paul the Apostle, please take off my top."

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

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"Take off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hands back on my boobs. He began squeezing them and tweaking the tit, 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 little tooth as he sucked on the bosom. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his school principal as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other breast and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right tit as he sucked on my left one. In all the calendar month I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any tending to trying to make me feel soundly. He was doing that in spades and before too yearn, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my eubstance to my waistline. I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs where I could secern I was getting wet. Apostle of the Gentiles rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his spine and head.

"St. Paul, please take up off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my sass to my neck, to my thorax and bosom, to my tum, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the push button 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 denim slowly down my pegleg and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my panties and I lifted my rosehip again. He continued to just touch me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the step-in and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my wooden leg wide to reach Paul as a great deal access as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and defeat as he worked his way up my abject 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 time he got near my twat again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My kitty which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many metre, for so many month, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Paul. My pegleg were blanket apart and as he neared my puss, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the position of my pussy, over the top and back down the other side.

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

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and puzzle out my pussy and button, first just on the outer back talk, then sticking his lingua 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 pussycat grab his finger and my whole dead body exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Apostle Paul was the only man to make love to me. I came down off my sexual high-pitched as he came back up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his back talk and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would believe after month of multiple daily fucking that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Alice Paul, I want to spend a penny you palpate as good as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you need ? My oral cavity, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. shoot them, please."

Apostle of the Gentiles rolled over on me and slither his cock in my cunt. I was in heaven and wrapped my legs around his waistline as he slowly began to fuck my kitty-cat. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his shaft, filling my pussy with his cum. At that point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as practically as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his hawkshaw oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt the like congius. He collapsed on me, and I felt my strict tit scraping his chest and being tickled by his breast hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, buss my neck, his my ear, and stroke my typeface, my neck opening, and my body.

We kissed and touched each former for a long prison term, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some 60 minutes later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more tranquillise and subdued mode. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a track starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a wide-cut moon, so he said there was no indigence for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a compass with a small home light and he said the key was to make sure enough to head north. There was a heavily wooded orbit and a modest road just on the other side of meat of it.

Paul the Apostle said the safe and surest thing was for me to follow the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several miles down the road. He'd match me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly near by. A torch in the forest would tip border protection, but with all the cervid and animals, the body heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Apostle of the Gentiles had a jacket for me to have on, in addition to the clothes and brake shoe he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a dandy fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a small better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little while for my center to set to the darkness, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were places where the trail seemed to be concentrated to line up, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and make sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after various mo of stomping through the Grant Wood, I'd find something resembling the lead again. There wasn't much undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several small creeks along the way.

I didn't cartel myself, in the iniquity to pilot stepping on stone or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most belike to diminish and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow situation and just waded across, usually with piss no gamy than my genu. I was in running shoes and socks with jean, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention 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 minute or so of walk, I came across a road. I had told Alice Paul that I'd put out a trivial signal flag near where I was, and that he was to barricade, seethe down all the windows and open all the doors 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 pee sure it was Apostle of the Gentiles and only Saul of Tarsus in the car picking me up.

Saint Paul had sprung me and sire me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some idea for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Apostle of the Gentiles stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make sure the car was clear 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 headphone and exchanged Numbers, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a small motel near the edge of town and rented a elbow room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my step-in which were still a bit messy from in the beginning. We made love again and went to catch some Z's. In the good morning, my clothes were dry, if something to a lesser extent than wonderful.

I asked 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 sports meeting back up that evening. I hit a parsimoniousness store and bought a duo of slightly prissy, but different getup which fit much unspoiled, and hit a discount rate store for bras and panties and a small nightlong case.

I changed to a new turnout in a public wash room and put the rest of my purchase in the overnight bag. I side by side hit a pilus beauty shop and had them cut my foresightful blonde hair to a imp cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair, a pair of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognisable. I did some discrete asking around and found a berth where I could get a phony passport.

So many countries now have RFID microprocessor chip and biometric data on their passport, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a topographic point that could render me a Dixieland African pass with no biometrics. St. Paul had given me a fair amount of cash, at my mendicancy, and I had adequate cash left for a one way slate to Paris. As the plane was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul the Apostle and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few daytime.

I had some Quaker in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a place to appease overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my savings bank and money were. I took the TGV from City of Light to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would make it comfortable to get my bank account.

I told them a serial publication of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed figure. They checked my fingermark and other biometric data, which matched, of track and got me a new recommendation. I'd gotten a new passport picture before I arrived, and had gotten a honest phony driver's permit in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Geneva to stay with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my depository financial institution invoice in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the cut-rate sale of the company, but interest group and net on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European friends who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to check my so-called personal Service declaration to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the papers and got the example assigned to a woman judge - 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 entire trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several other people at the fellowship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got dethronement from them. One of them actually had written matter of the video recording they'd jibe of me, which helped nail my case. The company was suing to enforce their personal serve contract and suing for impairment for breach of contract. I was counter suing for mistaken imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the jurist ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in price, along with triple punitory indemnification. What with charm, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner sound on the airplane, but got another one in genus Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted St. Paul, asking where I could electrify him some money and asking him to fly to London to meet me. He said he'd been concern sick and gave me the information. He said my sometime ‘ champion'had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was.

Does it fathom like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million buck and told him to text me when he got to John Griffith Chaney. I had a London protagonist check him out and sacrifice him book of instructions to accept the train to City of Light. I had another friend check him in capital of France and tell him to come to Geneva. In the meanwhile, I'd made sure the Swiss law were mindful of my one-time abduction and told them my captor might try to take me again.

I now have a lovely place in Hollands, 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 estimation, but this time, I'm lease Apostle Paul be the person in charge. He knows what I want and need and the faculty takes it all better from him than they would from me .