Note : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, chagrin, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, delight skip this story.

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My gens is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the worldly concern, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim trope, nice boobs, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a pretty cheek. During college, I modeled contribution clock time, making soundly money, to pay for college and leave a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a imagination, and I saw potentials for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very fresh, subject citizenry around me. I needed a team, 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 securities industry. I knew this app would open up new worlds for masses, if done right. I had a vision for how it should face, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about code. I found people who could do this and used my nuzzle egg from modeling to pay people to wreak my sight into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 60 minutes daytime, 7 days a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever function I could open 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 gear first moment and when people fell little I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some form of role fashion model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful citizenry in the tech world. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My canonical assumption was that when we made it big, I'd wages all the mass who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole ownership of the job. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to endorse guess me or cause the big businessman to undercut my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to post we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying people as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office most of the metre anyhow. We had a in good order rollout, with proficient Holy Writ of mouth. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The job was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into salary and advertising.

It's a park job in some technical school rollouts, monetizing your achiever. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fire, but the segment we created began to attract the attention of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and keep edifice for another six month, we'd be a major success.

piece of that meant defending our turf against freshman who were gunning for us and our market and customer. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our securities industry share. With our cash office, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech giant, which will go unidentified, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to betray, but wasn't sure we'd be the winner I wanted if I didn't. depend at the troupe that opened new affair only to get beat by former party that left them in the rubble. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got meter at their own game. So when they came in and offered me hard currency for my company, I had to study it.

I knew this caller had the technical resources and financial punch to make a success of this. They were offering all hard currency for 100 % of the company. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and go after still other mind that were floating around in my head. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my marketplace segment and related ones. That still left slew of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 old age of very hard work. I negotiated in secret, with only the company lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make believe sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to contract a personal divine service contract bridge to bring home the bacon 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 bank - before taxes of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal table service declaration. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, fit this out thoroughly. I don't really like this and don't want anything that's going to bite 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 mulct, that there would be no nasty surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how prospicient I could prevent making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without cover furtherance, my market portion would start to steal, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling Job, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an account at a Swiss people bank at that clip. I didn't have big Pearl Buck in it, but I knew it was harder to disturb anything there because of how the Swiss are about their camber. I insisted that at the closing, the investment firm be wired to my Swiss people bank business relationship. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condo, just international town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very squeamish, but a bit odd - a sybaritic animation way, but a ace bedroom and lav. The edifice had key access only for the elevator, and the lift would take you only to your right floor.

There was a overnice table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two White House from the company buying my company. I had to sign the physician in eight places, and told them I'd sign of the zodiac seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my sound to fit and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

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

"Plus side welfare, as it were."

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some damned arrest ?"

"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 interest first. Let's just say they made me a very nice whirl to keep you unaware of certain declaration provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a stinking bitch to me and everyone else at that company for a long blamed time."

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

"Tried to be bazaar 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 millions, while we're golden if they let us continue to deliver a job."

"I don't have to put up with this. I'm leaving."

The two White House looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt austere electric electrical shock going through my trunk. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a plenty, with the impact running through my dead body, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condo during the full term of your personal overhaul contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"Five years."

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

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

"What about my clothes ? food for thought ? Anything else ?"

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

"No fucking way."

"We have the mean value 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 grins on their faces.

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

"You wouldn't."

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

I turned to Joe.

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

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

"enough stall. You need to withdraw your habiliment - now."

I felt the tingle increment, but still short of genuine painful sensation layer. 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 cover of a chairwoman. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my mellow cad and set them on the death chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the release above the English zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to go forward. I unzipped the annulus and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the binding 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. go on going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Elwyn Brooks White long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not receive any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to swank a dummy to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuff on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could make me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chairperson and stood there in bra and pantie with my arms crossed, tapping my foot against the trading floor. One of the execs had a lilliputian half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you look ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little prickling from the dog collar. Somehow, I would bump a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big sentence. In the interim, I had picayune selection but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it lessen forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup bosom. I was embarrassed to find my mammilla hard and standing up.

That made me more tempestuous and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my handwriting on my hips, not even attempting to cover or obliterate my boobs. I didn't want to give them the delight 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. Firm, no sag. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's cultivation this and murder the pantie. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't postponement for this."

The other White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my pegleg, picked them up off the floor and put them with my former clothes. I noticed that the scanty were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the thought that I might be turned on by being forced to disrobe for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So get you had your fun now ?"

"My dear Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will carry on 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 collar tingling again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in social movement of me. One of the execs radius again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do require you to."

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

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that a lot worse. I didn't even want to look at Joe's case as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take part in this. I could hardly believe it. I was hard on my people, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this goddamn collar, I felt like I had piffling choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his peter and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hired hand. I turned to see at one of the White House and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep video grounds of it as well.

My shoe collar tingled again, so I took the head of his putz between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could taste a short 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 backtalk, a little deeper this metre while stroking the relaxation of it with my mitt. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

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

I was struggling to catch one's breath as Joe pulled my forefront as close to him as he could and came with a expectant blowup into my backtalk and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a couple of swallow to get well-nigh of it down. Joe released my straits and I backed away from him and caught my hint.

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

"So you've had your little shudder. You made me flight strip and suck off soul on camera. Do you find all glad inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five yr contract. This is just the showtime - just the first dawn of the first of all day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more dicks before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the full term of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly intimate Robert William Service. second gear, we passed some money to some the great unwashed and got a waiver in the prostitution jurisprudence for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me give suck people off for the future five class ?"

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

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a completely lot cheaper ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of masses - 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. send for it a retention incentive, and a fortune to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"Look, I have money from the sale. I'll portion 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 whole $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's retribution for all the years of being a romping stomping bitch."

"No. please."

"I think Joe wants something more, don't you, Joe ?"

I turned to see that Joe had removed all his clothes and was standing there with his cock as hard as ever.

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

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the level and broadcast my wooden leg. My pussycat 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 continue things neater."

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

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

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

In the interim, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the backtalk, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his mediate finger and put it deep into me and began to feel lie with my pussy as he used his thumb and power fingerbreadth to encounter with my button.

I had not had clock time for a fan or boyfriend since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a farseeing time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few bozo I'd been with, just were not all that groovy and I could please myself a lot Thomas More than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the interview, exhibitionism, and mortification, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

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

"Bitch, you can't imagine how foresighted 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 feel the heat rising through my body as he plunged his prick as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some sorting of weird vengeance, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my pussy tighten around his shaft, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the best coming of my life building up, and I came, losing body ascendency 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 trance my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his tool twitch and spurting trench in my cunt.

"Damn, bitch. I think you enjoyed that to a greater extent than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

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

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a chance to reclaim from that first. young woman, clean me up."

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

"OK, girl. mitt and knees - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me actuate my leg farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head of his shaft against my dickhead, and I realized he was going to make love my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"missy, you do whatever I want, when I want. read ?"

I just nodded as he eased the headland of his stopcock just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lubricant was my saliva and whatever of my juice remained on his son of a bitch. He took it well-situated though as he slid his dick in me, going back and Forth River just a picayune far each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his testicle swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few minutes, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as commodity as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his load 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 pussy and my ass. My center were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to reclaim from it all.

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to have her use a derriere wad to dilute that ass out a bit. A lilliputian too tight for comfort."

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

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

"My wearing apparel ?"

"You aren't going to need them. You won't need any wearing apparel for any services you provide for a long time."

The White House 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 food ?"

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

"What can I have a bun in the oven, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four Guy a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to sleep with. Most times, your dark will be your own."

"So I'm here as your whore for the next five years ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention fillip for many of your sometime employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also hold you entertain certain client and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have plenty to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten fucked, I was going to get fucked a lot 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 sin 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 shave that pussy. someone else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the doorway, 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 eld of life left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting significant.

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

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an clyster, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no estimate who was coming succeeding, but it would likely be More of what Joe did. As many as all three pickle, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still early in the day, they'd probably have two more after him.

I looked in the closets, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this choker, I'd have to determine some clothes 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 ? Lots of problem to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A lilliputian later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my chief information officer. He was my next client and seemed to relish the chance to know me just as a good deal as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to number to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to lie with you can get so a lot pleasure from someone else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe screw you."

"You think, given the probability, that I wouldn't walk out of here right now ?"

"That's why you aren't being given the chance. On your hands and knee joint, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

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

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

Miles took his cock and eased it into my kitty-cat. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly pacify. 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 earlier. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no overture, no veridical consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my sprightliness. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the luck. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my hip joint tight, shoved his prick deep in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to range my typeface and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean house it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my manus, but took him into my mouth as deep as I could. Miles drove the action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and squeeze his prick until it hit the book binding of my pharynx. I had no control at all as he fucked my oral cavity hard and dissipated. I took whatever breathing time I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as deep as he had been, so I gasped for air and swallowed what seemed like a quart of cum. When he was done spurting, he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me.

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

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

"And your snatch is just aching to accept my dick back in it again."

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

"I was going to sleep with your pussycat, but after that, I'm going to take in your ass. Where's the lubricating substance ?'

"table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my manus and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him afford the draftsman. I could smell the lube as he lubed up his shaft. He took a finger's breadth 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 reconcile him.

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

Roman mile fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything former than his joy and his cock. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longsighted time before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to hold back fucking my ass all day. He came with great jet in my ass.

mil dressed and left, and I cleaned up in grooming for whoever showed up adjacent. I did have four the first day, including Joe and mi, basically four of the top multitude in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the company roll - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the fellowship roll. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the collar, which had some sort of lock 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 penury to put a key very far in. I knew a short about locks, but had no clue how one might even try to break up this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a Thomas Young latina cleaning woman who brought meal 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 billet and I have to fuck those men. No, no, no."

Several week into it, my client was a offspring programmer. smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and offspring. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really well-tried to induce me palpate good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my tit. Then he spent clock time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my boob over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to delight the sex, but I often did not accept orgasms. After I came, Paul got on me missionary style and eased his incision into me.

As he fucked me, St. Paul told me how howling I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to reckon 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 caller ?"

"Even so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my physical structure until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to lactate him off and didn't tutelage about fucking my ass. Alice Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to have a go at it him. Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how sweetly he was. I almost wished he was my solely lover.

We did love a third clip, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a farsighted time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one Thomas More client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might have invited him to stay with me. No one in the three months I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Paul, they told me there was a especial effect. They put across-the-board padded leather strap on my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my backrest. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the figurehead 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 number one wood in the car, and the two men sat on either side of meat of me in the support seat. They drove to another parking service department and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another lift, which took us to government agency of what I realized was the troupe I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the offices to a large group meeting room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an strange table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the fellowship and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To make up for all the avarice 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 body. I knew most of them must take in seen some of the videos of me stripping and nooky, and they must have heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

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

With that, the early man unhooked my mitt from behind my spinal column and the two men each took a bridge player, bent me over and fastened the carpus straps to hooks in the table. They kicked my infantry apart and fastened the ankle joint straps to legs of the table.

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

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty five men in a meeting room of the party. 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 gather around me.

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

"tinker's dam, I've heard about this puss. I'm just sorry I only get to have it away it once."

"We have to take it easy on her. We don't want to ruin her in one event. As it is she'll belike need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the big cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my puss. He grabbed my hips and fucked me unvoiced and rough for several minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear someone else coming.

"tinker's damn that was nice. I want more of that shit. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The for the first time three were quite glad with my puss, then I had a couple of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the meter it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my wooden leg from all the fucking. When everyone had their gibe, the men unfastened my wrists and articulatio talocruralis. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my leg were so weak.

Someone took a weaken textile and wiped down my twat, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the business office to the elevator. I could hear whoops and yowl as I went through the office. What few women were there just shake up their school 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 sure. Most of it seemed like a fuzz to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still imperfect, and ran water for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several twenty-four hours off, then go back to a normal docket. One of the men said the outcome 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 protection organization back on.

The bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal procedure, I did not desire 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 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 sozzled hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the device driver turned around and was Paul. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the spinal column and removed my wrist and ankle shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so longsighted since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the wearing apparel, 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 room access for me, and I got in. He drove off before the two men could regain 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 fomite.

"They have tv camera 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 often as I could and couldn't find anything else."

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

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

"There's a lot more environ security 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 woods. The cabin looked clean and comfy. The weather was warm enough that we didn't need a flak. As we went in the cabin, Paul the Apostle turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, do you read just how damaged and used I am ?"

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

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

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

Paul led me to a footling bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed more until we lay down side by incline and continued kissing.

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

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

Saul ran his hand over my forget breast, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few seconds, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

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

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

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

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

"I promise."

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

"Paul, please take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my forefront. He placed it on the level beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my knocker. After a yoke 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 munition forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Paul took it and placed it where the top was.

"issue off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his paw back on my pinhead. 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 boob. He took the mammilla between his dentition and gave me just a footling tooth as he sucked on the breast. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his top dog as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other boob and began doing the Saame to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my allow one. In all the month I'd been with all those men, Apostle Paul was the simply one who paid any attending to trying to bring in me feel thoroughly. He was doing that in spades and before too long, I had an sexual climax from his efforts.

I pulled him second up and we kissed some more as his work force wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his mitt and put it between my legs where I could say I was getting wet. Alice Paul rubbed my mound through my dress as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his vertebral column and head.

"Paul, delight lead off my denim and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my bureau and dummy, to my potbelly, sticking his natural language in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the button at the top, then slowly unzipped the dungaree. As the air hit that arena, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my legs and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my scanty and I lifted my hips again. He continued to just have-to doe with 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 relief and I spread my legs full to throw St. Paul 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 frown leg to my knee joint, then my internal thigh until he was almost to my puss.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the other articulatio talocruralis and began kissing and licking his way up that position as well. By the prison term he got near my puss again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger's breadth, his dick, anything.

I could hardly trust 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 Saint Paul. My legs were widely apart and as he neared my slit, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the slope of my pussy, over the top and back down the other side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the mouth, to osculate and lick back up the incline again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the other position, just barely grazing the exterior of my pussycat rim. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big buss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my articulatio coxae forward as he began to kiss and lap up my kitty and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his spit into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a digit in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my puss grab his digit and my whole body exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the only man to take a leak beloved to me. I came down off my intimate heights as he came back up to buss me. I could taste myself on his rim and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would mean after month of multiple daily fucking that sex would sustain no kick, but he gave me that thrill.

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

Paul the Apostle rolled over on me and slither his cock in my pussy. I was in nirvana and wrapped my ramification around his waist as he slowly began to jazz my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my kitty with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that level, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as very much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his dick trench in me and came with what felt wish gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid tit scraping his chest and being tickled by his chest hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, osculate my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my typeface, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each early for a prospicient sentence, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual oneirism. When we woke, some hour later, we made honey again, albeit in a somewhat more calm and low-keyed fashion. We showered and dressed and Saul of Tarsus laid out the design for that evening.

There was a lead starting behind the cabin - an old animal track. There was a entire lunar month, so he said there was no demand for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a compass with a small home light and he said the key was to urinate sure to direct north. There was a heavily wooded area and a small road just on the other side of it.

Paul said the safest and surest thing was for me to follow the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing respective miles down the road. He'd meet me along the route in Canada, then he'd movement us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A flashlight in the forest would tip border security, but with all the deer and animals, the body heat would not be an yield.

It was just a bit chilly and Apostle Paul had a crown for me to wear, in addition to the clothes and shoes he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a footling better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little while for my eyes to adjust to the shadow, but the moon was lustrous and it helped.

There were lieu where the lead seemed to be tough to find, and when that happened, I'd look at the reach and work sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective minutes of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't much underbrush, so the going was pretty promiscuous, though there were several modest Creek along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the iniquity to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the Creek. I figured I was most likely to come down and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow muscae volitantes and just waded across, usually with water no higher than my knee. I was in running shoes and drogue with blue 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 hour or so of walk, I came across a route. I had told Paul that I'd put out a little sword lily near where I was, and that he was to stop, range down all the windowpane and open up 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 make sure it was Paul and only Alice 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 mind of my own. Alice Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make sure the car was readable 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 couple of burner speech sound and exchanged number, since I had no speech sound and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Saul of Tarsus found a lilliputian motel near the edge of town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet dress and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made have it away again and went to catch some Z's. In the morn, my clothes were dry, if something lupus erythematosus than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any hard currency and told him I'd pay him back many metre over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift shop and bought a couple of slightly nicer, but different getup which fit a great deal upright, and hit a discount store for bras and scanty and a diminished all-night case.

I changed to a new outfit in a public restroom and put the quietus of my purchases in the overnight bag. I future hit a hair beauty shop and had them cut my long blonde haircloth to a pixie cut and dye it jet pitch blackness. With the new whisker, a duo of dark glasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a dissembler passport.

So many countries now have RFID silicon chip and biometric datum on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could collapse me a due south African passport with no biometrics. Paul the Apostle had given me a fairish amount of hard cash, at my begging, and I had sufficiency cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting make to convey off, I texted Saul and told him I'd be in contact lens with him in a few daytime.

I had some friends in Paris from my modeling Day, and hit one of them for a position to stick overnight and a minuscule money, to get me to Svizzera, where my bank building and money were. I took the TGV from capital of France to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own gens, which would gain it easier to get my banking company account.

I told them a series of half truth, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Common Market under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I'd find a new passport picture before I arrived, and had gotten a good phony device driver's licence in my real name in Montreal.

It took a brace of twenty-four hours for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling Friend in Genf to stay with, in the meanwhile. I got my recommendation and with my driver license, accessed my savings bank account in Hollands. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but interest and net profit on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European friends who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer lawyer to check out my so-called personal table service contract to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the written document and got the case assigned to a woman judge - smartness. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the evaluator barred the society from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were respective other people at the company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got dethronement from them. One of them actually had written matter of the video they'd shot of me, which helped nail my display case. The company was suing to impose their personal service contract and suing for indemnity for breach of contract. I was counter suing for fictitious captivity, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the justice ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in price, along with treble punitory damages. What with appeals, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner phone on the plane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Alice Paul, asking where I could cable him some money and asking him to fly to London to satisfy me. He said he'd been care sick and gave me the information. He said my other ‘ friends'had put out a million clam reward for information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired St. Paul a million dollar and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a London friend check him out and give him instructions to take the train to Paris. I had another friend check mark him in Paris and tell him to come to geneva. In the interim, I'd made sure the Swiss police were mindful of my former abduction and told them my captor might try to take me again.

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