note : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these pain in the neck you, delight hop this story.

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My gens is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim figure, nice boobs, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a pretty look. During college, I modeled function time, making ripe money, to pay for college and cater a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had aspiration, I had a vision, and I saw potential difference for new estimation and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a mathematical 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 imagination for a web app, unlike anything else on the market. I knew this app would open new populace for the great unwashed, if done right field. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the user interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a fiddling about computer code. I found multitude who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay people to bestow my vision into realism. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Day a hebdomad. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could yield at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had highschool expectations and when people fell short 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 technical school world. But because I was a cleaning lady, I was a bitch.

My canonic Assumption was that when we made it big, I'd advantage all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole possession of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to second guess me or have the business leader to undercut my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to places we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could hold on paying citizenry as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the berth nearly of the time anyhow. We had a comely rollout, with good word of mouthpiece. Before farsighted, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in gross, which immediately went back into pay and advertising.

It's a common trouble in some tech rollouts, monetizing your succeeder. 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 attract the attention of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and go on building for another six months, we'd be a John R. Major success.

Part of that meant defending our greensward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market place and clients. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our market share. With our Cash post, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech whale, 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. Look at the companies that opened new affair only to get beat by early society that left them in the dust. 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 Cash for my society, I had to count it.

I knew this company had the technical resourcefulness and financial clout to take a leak a achiever of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the troupe. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could become around and prosecute still other ideas that were floating around in my top dog. They were pretty toilsome nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my market segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the caller. Not bad for 4 geezerhood of very hard piece of work. I negotiated in confidential, with only the company attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to pee-pee sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign on a personal services contract to furnish marketing and promotional services 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 money box - before revenue enhancement of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal military service contract. 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 sting me on the ass later."

"Sure affair, boss."

Do you believe your attorney ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was ok, that there would be no nasty surprise, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Holy Scripture and found myself wondering how prospicient I could hold on making paysheet with the way the cash was coming. Without preserve promotion, my market plowshare would start to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling job, I'd traveled to Schweiz, and had opened an write up at a Swiss bank at that metre. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their coin bank. I insisted that at the closing, the cash in hand be wired to my Swiss camber score. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condominium, just outside Town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very prissy, but a bit odd - a gilded keep room, but a 1 sleeping accommodation and bathroom. The edifice had key admission only for the elevator, and the lift would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a courteous table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the company buying my company. I had to sign the Dr. in eight places, and told them I'd signaling seven only, until they had wired the money to my banking company. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the shoemaker's last item.

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

They looked at each other, had picayune cynical smile, and replied.

"Plus side welfare, as it were."

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

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

"What the hell on earth is this ? Get this thing off me !"

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

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the soul who had put the arrest 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 stake first. Let's just say they made me a very nice crack to continue you unaware of sealed declaration provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a lousy bitch to me and everyone else at that company for a retentive blasted time."

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

"Tried to be fairish 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 1000000, while we're favourable if they let us go forward to give 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 condominium. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt serious electric daze going through my body. It was from the choker, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a wad, with the impact running through my consistency, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

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

"How long was that contract ?"

"Phoebe years."

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

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

"What about my dress ? Food ? Anything else ?"

"Since you mention it, you need to go ahead and remove your clothes."

"No fucking way."

"We have the way of punishing you with that collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a svelte tingle from the arrest. I looked at them and they had big grinning on their faces.

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

"You wouldn't."

"Of form we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of citizenry and now you get to a greater extent than a taste of abuse and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a chance to rent part in your humiliation."

"Enough stalling. You need to take away your vesture - now."

I felt the tingling step-up, but still short of genuine pain 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 crown, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my in high spirits blackguard 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 doll. I undid the belted ammunition, then unbuttoned the button above the face zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to go along. I unzipped the wench and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the professorship 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 white foresighted sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck opening, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to flash a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuff on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous ira. They could make me do this, but they could not put down me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chairman and stood there in bra and step-in with my arms crossed, tapping my fundament against the flooring. One of the execs had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you carry ?"

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

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

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my manus on my pelvic arch, not even attempting to brood or hide my boobs. I didn't want to give them the pleasure 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 mean ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's goal this and withdraw the panties. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the floor and put them with my former wearing apparel. I noticed that the panty were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the idea that I might be turned on by being forced to unclothe for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So take you had your fun now ?"

"My lamb Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will bear on for quite a while."

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

"Don't question it, just do it."

I felt the catch tingling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in nominal head of me. One of the execs spoke again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do expect 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 suffer expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me discourage you, if you hurt him in any way, the painfulness you felt going out that door will be nothing compared to what you'll feel 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 bet at Joe's font as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to choose component part in this. I could hardly consider it. I was hard on my masses, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this goddamn choker, I felt like I had lilliputian 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 manus. I turned to look at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my baring and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep video evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the head of his cock between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could taste 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 mortification, and took it back in my mouth, a little deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my hired hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his prick in and out of my mouth, getting deeply than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what little I could with my sassing, spit and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other hand against his hip to stabilize myself, while using one script to try to stroke him and celebrate him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to catch one's breath as Joe pulled my oral sex as confining to him as he could and came with a great blowup into my mouth and throat. I tried to swallow up, so I didn't choke on his hawkshaw and his cum, though it took a duo of swallow to get most of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breathing space.

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

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

"Stephanie, you have a five yr contract bridge. This is just the beginning - just the first break of the day of the first day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot to a greater extent dicks before your declaration is up."

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

"Actually we can. get-go, the footing of our contract obliege you to execute whatever avail we ask, including explicitly intimate services. 2nd, we passed some money to some people and got a waiver in the whoredom Laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to take in me take in mass off for the next five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to have it away them too, pussy 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 mass - 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 retentiveness incentive, and a luck to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"feel, I have money from the sales agreement. I'll ploughshare 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 payback for all the old age 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 dress and was standing there with his cock as hard as ever.

"Now I want to have it off you. Lie down and spread those legs."

I turned to the two White House, who smiled and I felt the leash frisson again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the level and distribute my peg. My pussy was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the White House commented.

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

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my boobs. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could finger myself getting even wetter between the leg. What was most humiliating about the whole thing was that it felt near. My dead body was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't help it, as he played with my boobs, I began moving my hip joint around.

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

Joe began to soak up on one pinhead as he played with the other one and ran his other hand down to my pussy. It was difficult to even keep back track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the former one. My mammilla were just about as severely as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my twat, 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 find my succus gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his middle fingerbreadth and put it deep into me and began to feel roll in the hay my kitty-cat as he used his thumb and index fingerbreadth to play with my clitoris.

I had not had time for a devotee or young man since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a long clock time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy wire I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could delight myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the hearing, exhibitionism, and humiliation, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

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

"squawk, you can't envisage how long I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to hump him back. I could experience the heat rising through my body as he plunged his motherfucker as oceanic abyss in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was whoredom, 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 tighten around his tool, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could finger the best orgasm of my life building up, and I came, losing consistency control 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 enamor my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting trench in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, guy rope, that was worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the chance to do that."

The EXEC smiled before one of them spoke.

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

"Yeah, but I need a chance to convalesce from that first. girl, scavenge me up."

Joe pulled my top dog down toward his groyne. I didn't even fight it at this spot. I went down there and began sucking on his cock and cleaning my juices 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 fucking we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get harder again.

"Okay, daughter. helping hand and knees - now."

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

"Oh, no."

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

"Girl, you do whatever I want, when I want. realize ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his cock just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the exclusively lube was my saliva and whatever of my juices remained on his prick. He took it easy though as he slid his prick in me, going back and Forth just a little far each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his Ball swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at beginning, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few hour, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as good as when he fucked my pussycat, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his load oceanic abyss in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to nominate 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 one-half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his dress back on. I just lay there, trying to reclaim from it all.

"So Joe, are you well-chosen with what you got ?"

"Shit, yes. Almost worth all the heartache I put up with for the finale few years."

"You think she'll do, then ?"

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

"OK, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and trim that pussy. You'll have another guest 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 require them. You won't need any clothes for any armed service 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 point ?"

"What about nutrient ?"

"We'll have repast brought to you a couple times a day. You won't go hungry, and you don't need to leave."

"What can I expect, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to have it away. Most times, 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 renegociate for a longer period."

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention fillip for many of your onetime employees. A bunch of them watched the legal proceeding on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their go. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't trouble. You'll have plenty to keep on you busy."

Not only had I gotten jazz, I was going to get fucked a lot Sir Thomas More, and my old employees watched it all.

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the hell 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 knock off that pussy. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the sales booth 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 puss and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three years of spirit left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting significant.

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple piece of ass by each one. Shit, by the clip they turned me unloosen, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The vista scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The prissy thing was, I'd likely have time to try to visualize something out along the way.

I douched out my snatch and gave myself an enema, then shaved my slit and showered all the blue funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming future, 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 Sir Thomas More after him.

I looked in the closets, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could fancy out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to regain some apparel 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 ? rafts of problems to solve, but I was always adept at solving problems.

A small later, I got a sojourn from Miles, who had been my chief information officer. He was my succeeding client and seemed to bask the chance to fuck me just as often as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come up to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

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

"I don't know, you seemed to love having Joe piece of tail 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 hands and articulatio genus, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

Roman mile came behind me and started putting his finger's breadth in my pussy. I was surprised that I was already wet.

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

naut mi took his cock and eased it into my pussy. 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 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 former. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no preliminary, no real number consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my animation. Was it just because I hadn't had often sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really envision it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my coxa tight, shoved his incision oceanic abyss in me and came in my pussy.

Admiralty mile 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 sassing as rich as I could. Miles drove the action, fucking my rima oris as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and throw his prick until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no control at all as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his roll in the hay, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as rich 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.

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

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

"And your twat is just aching to sustain my pecker back in it again."

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

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

"mesa, beside the bed."

"Get in status, girlie."

I rolled over onto my mitt and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him afford the drawer. I could smack the lube as he lubed up his turncock. He took a finger 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 sword lily they gave me that Amytal tab. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fasting without it."

naut mi fucked my ass like he was fucking a cocotte. No worry about anything early than his pleasure and his pecker. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest time before he came in me. It was almost starting to palpate like he was going to keep fucking my ass all day. He came with great spirt in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in readiness for whoever showed up next. I did take in four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top masses in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the company roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the party roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

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

There was a young latina charwoman who brought repast twice a day. She quickly made it clear that she would not avail me.

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

Several week into it, my client was a young programmer. Smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and Edward Young. Unlike well-nigh of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really prove to gain me feel estimable before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a patch kissing me as he stroked my boob. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the early one. He kept working my knocker over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to bask the sex, but I often did not have orgasm. After I came, Saul of Tarsus got on me missionary dash and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how marvelous I was and how often he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he meant 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 ?"

"evening so."

After he came, Apostle Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my trunk until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to blow him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to make out him. Paul kissed me and played with my dumbbell and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how seraphic he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did fuck a tierce time, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a long clip kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Saint Paul had been the conclusion, I might induce invited him to ride out 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 St. Paul, they told me there was a peculiar result. They put across-the-board padded leather shoulder strap on my carpus and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my vertebral column. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the surety system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front 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 incline of me in the back posterior. 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 situation of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the billet to a large encounter elbow room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an unusual table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To crap up for all the greed and ill treatment 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 consistence. I knew nigh of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and piece of ass, and they must birth heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

"Now it's prison term to reward some of the more junior stave, but we're doing that in a slightly dissimilar way."

With that, the former man unhooked my hand from behind my backbone and the two men each took a hand, hang me over and fastened the wrist shoulder strap to snarf in the table. They kicked my metrical foot apart and fastened the mortise joint straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a little incentive from Stephanie - either her ass or her kitty-cat, 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 meeting room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to institutionalise over, this topped that by a geographical mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was unfit, I knew my kitty was getting wet, even as the men began to pull together around me.

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

"damn, I've heard about this pussy. I'm just sorry I only get to fuck it once."

"We have to take it slow on her. We don't want to smash her in one event. As it is she'll probable need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my articulatio coxae and fucked me surd and crude for respective hour before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear someone else coming.

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

The low gear three were quite happy with my kitty-cat, then I had a duet of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as hell on earth and had cum running down my branch from all the fucking. When everyone had their pellet, the men unfastened my wrists and ankles. As they straightened me up they had to bear me because my leg were so weak.

Someone took a damp textile and wiped down my pussy, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could learn whoops and hollers as I went through the office. What few women were there just rock their heads 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 fucking. I can't be for certain. virtually of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and ride me back to the condominium. They put me in the tub. My peg were still sapless, and ran water for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next various days off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the case had been such a success that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security measure arrangement back on.

The bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the rawness out. If I had almost gotten used to the convention act, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me have almost a week off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system 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 closely keep 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 the Apostle. He sprayed something in the grimace of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the spinal column and removed my wrist joint and ankle straps and handed me some clothing.

It had been so prospicient since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Alice Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the catch, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger doorway 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 piece, 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 track us any other way ?"

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

Saul drove us conclude to the Canadian perimeter. A bit of a draw, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot more border security measures now."

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

We stopped at a cabin oceanic abyss in the woodwind. The cabin looked neat and comfy. The weather was warm enough that we didn't need a attack. As we went in the cabin, Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a recollective time.

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

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

"As 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 attendant and considerate as I can."

Paul led me to a little bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed More until we lay down position by side and continued kissing.

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

"Paul, I owe you so a good deal that you can hold any percentage of me you want, any way you want."

St. Paul ran his hand over my left chest, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few sec, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically offend me - apart from a few aristocratical pinches. Pretty much anything else is ok. If I change my psyche, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

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

"Saint Paul, you're a very sweet guy, and I owe you so a great deal. I don't want to traverse you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Paul, please take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the tail end of the blouse and pulled it over my head. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my boobs. After a couple 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 arms forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Apostle Paul took it and placed it where the top was.

"payoff off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hands back on my tit. 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 mamilla between his dentition and gave me just a minuscule tooth as he sucked on the boob. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his foreland as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the former dummy and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Saul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to make believe me finger secure. He was doing that in spades and before too long, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his work force wandered down my physical structure to my waistline. I grabbed his hand and put it between my ramification where I could assure I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my mound through my wearing apparel as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his book binding and head.

"Saul, please take off my dungaree and panties."

Paul the Apostle slid down my physical structure, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my dresser and breast, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the 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 jeans slowly down my stage and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my step-in and I lifted my rosehip again. He continued to just tinge me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a alleviation and I spread my legs wide to give Apostle of the Gentiles as much access as I could. As he got my scanty off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and licking as he worked his way up my low-down leg to my knee, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my snatch.

I thought he'd pay aid to my pussycat, 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 slit again, I was on attack. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his dick, anything.

I could hardly think 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 the Apostle. My legs were blanket apart and as he neared my pussy, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the side of my pussycat, over the top and back down the other side.

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

I thrust my pelvis forward as he began to osculate and lick my puss and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his knife into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my puss, taking it in and out. I felt my kitty grab his finger's breadth and my unharmed torso exploded in the biggest sexual climax I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many meter recently, but St. Paul was the only man to make love to me. I came down off my sexual luxuriously as he came back up to snog me. I could taste myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would cogitate after months of multiple everyday ass that sex would have got no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, I want to construct you palpate as unspoilt as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My rima oris, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. drive them, please."

Apostle Paul rolled over on me and slid his cock in my pussy. I was in heaven 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 pussy with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that tip, 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 dick deep in me and came with what felt alike gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my fixed nipples scraping his chest and being tickled by his chest pilus. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, kiss my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a farsighted time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some hours later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more settle down and subdued fashion. We showered and preen and Saul laid out the program for that eventide.

There was a track starting behind the cabin - an old creature track. There was a full lunar month, so he said there was no need for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a orbit with a little internal light and he said the key was to make sure to channelise north. There was a heavily wooded area and a small road just on the other side of it.

Apostle Paul said the secure and surest thing was for me to follow the lead, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several miles down the road. He'd encounter me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly closemouthed by. A flashlight in the woodland would tip border security measures, but with all the cervid and animals, the body heating would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Saint Paul had a crown for me to don, in addition to the clothes and shoe he'd provided earlier. The dress were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a piffling better in Montreal. Apostle Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little piece for my center to line up to the darkness, but the lunar month was bright and it helped.

There were places where the trail seemed to be hard to discover, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and make sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective transactions of stomping through the wood, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't a lot undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were respective belittled Creek along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to navigate 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 shallow spots and just waded across, usually with body of water no higher than my knees. I was in running shoes and socks with blue jean, a top, and my jacket. I had no aim of taking off shoe or blue jean, 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 walking, I came across a road. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little masthead near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll down all the window and spread out all the doors on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a niggling paranoia on my part. I wanted to crap sure it was Saul 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 idea for getting us away, but I had some theme of my own. Apostle of the Gentiles stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make water 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 earpiece and exchanged numbers, since I had no headphone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a little 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 panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made make out again and went to sleep. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any Cash and told him I'd pay him back many multiplication over. He wanted to come with 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 thrift fund and bought a couple of slightly courteous, but unlike rig which fit lots unspoiled, and hit a discount store for bras and pantie and a low overnight instance.

I changed to a new outfit in a public restroom and put the rest of my purchases in the overnight bag. I side by side hit a hair beauty parlor and had them cut my long blond hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair's-breadth, a pair of sunglasses, and the new getup, I was almost unrecognisable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a fake passport.

So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric data point on their pass, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could give me a to the south African passport with no biometrics. Saul had given me a clean amount of hard cash, at my begging, and I had sufficiency Johnny Cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting ready to aim off, I texted Apostle of the Gentiles and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few days.

I had some friends in Paris from my molding days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Swiss Confederation, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would defecate it easier to get my depository financial institution account.

I told them a series of half truth, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprint and other biometric information, which matched, of course of instruction and got me a new pass. I'd stick a new pass photograph before I arrived, and had gotten a good dissembler device driver's permit in my material name in Montreal.

It took a couple of solar day for them to chequer everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling admirer in Geneva to stay with, in the meanwhile. I got my recommendation and with my driver license, accessed my camber write up in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but pursuit and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European admirer who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorney to check my so-called personal divine service declaration to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the document and got the case assigned to a cleaning 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 full trial and resolution.

Apostle Paul had told me that there were several other mass at the party who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had copies of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped ace my pillow slip. The company was suing to enforce their personal services contract and suing for damages for severance of contract. I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my party favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triplex punitory price. What with appeal, it may be year before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner telephone set on the plane, but got another one in capital of France. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Apostle of the Gentiles, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to Greater London to conform to me. He said he'd been apprehensive honk and gave me the entropy. He said my late ‘ Friend'had put out a million dollar reward for info as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Apostle of the Gentiles a million clam and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a Jack London friend check him out and pass him command to carry the train to City of Light. I had another friend tick him in Paris and assure him to come to Geneva. In the meanwhile, I'd made surely the Swiss police were aware of my onetime abduction and told them my captor might try to subscribe to me again.

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