Note : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, abasement, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please decamp this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at to the lowest degree seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a lose weight figure, nice boobs, long blonde hair, and a pretty facial expression. During college, I modeled section clip, making commodity money, to pay for college and provide a draw close egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potential for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a chemical group of very smart, subject people around me. I needed a team, because as up to as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a sight for a web app, unlike anything else on the grocery store. I knew this app would spread out new humans for masses, if done right wing. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a picayune about codification. I found people who could do this and used my nuzzle egg from modeling to pay people to bestow my vision into reality. I drove my the great unwashed hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour solar day, 7 twenty-four hours a hebdomad. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could afford at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had high expectations and when people fell curt I let them do it it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some form of use model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech earth. But because I was a char, I was a bitch.

My basic effrontery was that when we made it big, I'd payoff all the hoi polloi who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to indorse judge me or throw the major power to undercut my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the stab, 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 celebrate paying masses as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office most of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of mouth. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in taxation, which immediately went back into wage and advertising.

It's a rough-cut trouble in some tech rollouts, monetizing your success. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching flack, but the segment we created began to attract the care 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.

component part of that meant defending our turf against newcomer who were gunning for us and our market and clients. That meant continuing to heighten the production, even as we tried to defend our market place share. With our cash office, 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 success I wanted if I didn't. Look at the companies that opened new affair only to get beat by other troupe that left them in the junk. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another pioneer who got beat at their own game. So when they came in and offered me cash for my society, I had to turn over it.

I knew this company had the technological resourcefulness and financial biff to create a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the fellowship. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could change state around and follow up on 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 market section and related to ones. That still left plenteousness of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 years of very hard workplace. I negotiated in surreptitious, with only the company lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to produce sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign up a personal services contract to offer 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 take the air 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 camber - before taxis of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal services 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 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 all right, that there would be no foul surprisal, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Holy Writ and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without carry on promotion, my market share would start to steal, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling jobs, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an accounting at a Swiss bank at that time. 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 Sir Joseph Banks. I insisted that at the closing, the funds be wired to my Swiss people bank report. The buyer hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very exclusive condo, just away Town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very overnice, but a bit odd - a luxurious aliveness room, but a undivided bedroom and lav. The construction had key access code only for the elevator, and the elevator would get hold of you only to your proper floor.

There was a overnice mesa and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the ship's company buying my company. I had to ratify the docs in eight place, and told them I'd house seven only, until they had wired the money to my savings bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to mark off and as soon as the money was there, I signed the finish item.

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

They looked at each former, had little misanthropical smiles, and replied.

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

"Side benefits ? What the hell are you talking about ?"

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

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some infernal collar ?"

"That's why I put it on you."

"I thought you were working for me, looking out for my interests."

"I look out for my own interestingness first. Let's just say they made me a very nice crack to stay fresh you incognizant of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a rotten bitch to me and everyone else at that company for a foresightful damned time."

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

"Tried to be fair to us ? You've pushed us, humiliated us in populace, and demeaned us, while working us almost to death."

"I worked myself just as hard."

"But you walk away with millions, while we're lucky if they let us proceed to have a job."

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

The two EXEC looked at each early 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 hard galvanizing jounce going through my torso. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a flock, with the shocks running through my consistence, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

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

"How long was that contract ?"

"fin years."

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

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

"What about my clothes ? intellectual nourishment ? Anything else ?"

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

"No fucking way."

"We have the mean value of punishing you with that catch, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slender tingle from the collar. I looked at them and they had big grins on their faces.

"That is just to let you be intimate. Do you really want us to crank it up to pain stage ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of masses 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 stalling. You need to remove your clothing - now."

I felt the tingling increment, but still poor of genuine painful sensation horizontal surface. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not desire another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the backrest of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high 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 chick. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the button above the face zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the wench and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

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

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Edward Douglas White Jr. long 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 preceding having to twinkle a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the movement unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the turnup on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous wrath. They could have me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

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

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you ask ?"

"I expect you to get rid of your bra. That's what I expect."

I glared at him and felt another petty tingle from the neckband. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the meantime, I had piffling pick but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it fall forward off my articulatio humeri, baring my c-cup boobs. I was embarrassed to find my tit hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same president. I put my hands on my hip joint, not even attempting to enshroud or hide my boobs. I didn't want to hold them the joy 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. house, no droop. What do you mean ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

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

The early exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my step-in down my legs, picked them up off the floor and put them with my other clothes. I noticed that the panties were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the sentiment 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 have you had your fun now ?"

"My dearest Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will uphold 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 arrest prickling again, so I dropped down to my genu. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the White House spoke again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do 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 mortify me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the nastiest grin I could ever have expected to see.

"Now take out his prick and suck it. And let me warn you, if you hurt him in any way, the bother you felt going out that threshold will be nothing compared to what you'll feel in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to ache him, but that just made it that very much worse. I didn't even want to take care at Joe's typeface as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the hazard to hold 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 doomed collar, I felt like I had little choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my paw. I turned to look at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my husking and now this. Not only were they trying to mortify me, but they were going to preserve video evidence of it as well.

My catch tingled again, so I took the straits of his cock between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could sample 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 mortification, and took it back in my mouth, a little deeper this meter while stroking the rest of it with my deal. 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 footling I could with my lips, tongue and hired man, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other deal against his hip to arouse myself, while using one manus to try to stroke him and continue him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as confining to him as he could and came with a great blowup into my mouth and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke coil on his dick and his cum, though it took a couple of swallows to get to the highest degree of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breather.

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

"So you've had your little bang. You made me strip and suck off individual on camera. Do you feel all glad interior now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five twelvemonth contract. This is just the beginning - just the first break of day of the number one day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more shaft before your declaration is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the terms of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly intimate divine service. minute, we passed some money to some mass and got a discharge in the whoredom natural law for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suck people off for the side by side five twelvemonth ?"

"Not just that. You're going to roll in the hay them too, pussy and ass. You are now our ship's company whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a whole lot meretricious ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of people - in and out of your company. And when you sold out, you got it all - they got nothing."

"They've been getting a salary."

"Now they're going to get more. yell it a retention bonus, and a chance to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"Look, I have money from the sale. I'll share it. What do you want for them ? fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't topic if you offered us the whole $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's vengeance 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 clothes and was standing there with his hammer as hard as ever.

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

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and spread my legs. My cunt was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the EXEC commented.

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

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

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

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

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger's breadth down my slit, first just down the sassing, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my button. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my snatch as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger and put it deep into me and began to thumb have a go at it my pussy as he used his ovolo and index finger to meet with my clitoris.

I had not had time for a lover or beau since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a recollective time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy cable I'd been with, just were not all that gravid and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the interview, 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 cock deep into my pussy.

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

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to roll in the hay him back. I could feel the oestrus rising through my trunk as he plunged his prick as trench in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was harlotry, or even whether it was some sorting of weird retribution, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the adept coming of my animation building up, and I came, losing eubstance 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 catch my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitch and spurting deep in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, Guy, that was worth it. I'd almost deliver paid you for the fortune to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more than ?"

"Yeah, but I need a fortune to recover from that world-class. miss, clean me up."

Joe pulled my school principal down toward his jetty. I didn't even fight it at this point. I went down there and began sucking on his cock and cleaning my succus and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my sass 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, girl. Hands and human knee - now."

I rolled onto my mitt and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my peg 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 prick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

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

I just nodded as he eased the head of his peter just inside my arse. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lubricator was my spit and whatever of my juices remained on his pricking. He took it comfortable though as he slid his gumshoe in me, going back and forth just a little farther each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his glob swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at beginning, but the farther along he went, the undecomposed it felt. After a few minutes, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as soundly as when he fucked my kitty-cat, but I still enjoyed it, and I was felicitous when he finally shot his load trench in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to wee-wee him happier.

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

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to get her use a coffin nail plug to adulterate that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort."

"OK, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that twat. You'll have another client in an time of day or so."

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

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to need them. You won't need any clothes for any service of process 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 break them, and what's the point ?"

"What about intellectual nourishment ?"

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

"What can I require, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your lady of pleasure for the next five eld ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the holding bonus for many of your former employees. A clump of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also have you entertain certain guest and subcontractors. Don't concern. 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 hell out of it as Joe fucked you."

"Joe got his retaliation. 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. individual else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

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

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple ass by each one. tinker's damn, by the time they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 clip or so. The prospect scared the tinker's dam out of me, but I wasn't indisputable what to do. The squeamish thing was, I'd likely have prison term to try to count on something out along the way.

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

I looked in the closet, and there was not a wisp of wear in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to get some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to visualize out how to get out of the edifice. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? Lots of problems to puzzle out, but I was always undecomposed at solving problems.

A fiddling later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my head information officer. He was my next client and seemed to savor the chance to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to fall to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

"How the mighty have fallen. You can't conceive of how salutary this makes me feel."

"Nice to lie with you can get so a good deal pleasance from individual else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe fuck 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 prospect. On your hands and knees, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

Miles 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 gear up for me already."

Miles took his prick and eased it into my pussy. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly entitle. 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."

geographical mile leaned forward and began playing with my dummy 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 to begin with. I guess it was the Angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guy cable, no foreplay, no overture, no real consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had a great deal sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really work out it out under the context. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my hips tight, shoved his cocksucker deep in me and came in my pussy.

mile rolled me over and moved over to straddle my expression and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"okeh girlie, scavenge it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my handwriting, but took him into my mouth as deep as I could. Miles drove the action, fucking my sass as I lay there. He quickly got knockout again and thrust his prick until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no control at all as he fucked my talk severe and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his nooky, 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 dry 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 reckon out what to do to get More of these bonuses."

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

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

"Keep in psyche, I'm just here as a sporting lady. Do you really think a whore gives a damn about her clients ?"

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

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in placement, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hands and knee and raised my ass in the air as I heard him spread out the drawer. I could sense the lube as he lubed up his cock. He took a digit with lube on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his cock in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to accommodate him.

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

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything other than his pleasance and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the prospicient prison term before he came in me. It was almost starting to sense like he was going to preserve fucking my ass all day. He came with expectant spurts in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in formulation for whoever showed up next. I did have four the first day, including Joe and stat mi, basically four of the top people in the society. Over the following 24-hour interval, they worked their way down the company roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the ship's company roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

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

There was a youth latina woman who brought meal twice a day. She quickly made it clear that she would not help oneself me.

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a young programmer. smartness kid, Henry Sweet, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really attempt to make me finger serious before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have often selection anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Saint Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my dumbbell. Then he spent sentence sucking each breast, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my dumbbell over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not experience orgasms. After I came, St. Paul got on me missionary expressive style and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul the Apostle told me how wonderful I was and how very much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to cerebrate he think of it.

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

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

"even so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to suckle him off and didn't charge about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Paul kissed me and played with my dumbbell and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly consider how unfermented he was. I almost wished he was my exclusively lover.

We did fuck a thirdly sentence, missionary manner again, and as he came he spent a retentive fourth dimension kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the finish, I might give invited him to stay with me. No one in the three calendar month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A hebdomad or so after Apostle Paul, they told me there was a exceptional case. They put wide padded leather straps on my radiocarpal joint and mortise joint and fastened my wrist joint behind my back. The two men there took me toward the threshold to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security measure system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front doorway.

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

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

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To do up for all the avaritia and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing servicing, mostly to the elder staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my bare body. I knew almost of them must have seen some of the picture of me stripping and shtup, and they must stimulate heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

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

With that, the other man unhooked my work force from behind my spinal column and the two men each took a hired man, bent me over and fastened the articulatio radiocarpea straps to snitch in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

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

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty five men in a meeting way of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to ship over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely nil 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 early face of the table, angled so I could see the font 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 cunt. I'm just sorry I only get to fuck it once."

"We have to take it loose on her. We don't want to break her in one event. As it is she'll in all probability need day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest tool I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my hip and fucked me operose and rough for several mo before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and pick up somebody else coming.

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

The first base three were quite felicitous with my slit, then I had a yoke of ass men. I lost caterpillar track of it all, I just knew by the clip it was done, I was sore as blaze and had cum running down my legs from all the roll in the hay. When everyone had their snapshot, the men unfastened my wrists and ankle. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a damp cloth and wiped down my pussy, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office staff to the elevator. I could hear whoops and yowl as I went through the office. What few women were there just shook 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 time during the shag. I can't be sure. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condo. They put me in the bath. My stage were still weak, and ran urine for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several days off, then go back to a normal docket. One of the men said the event had been such a success that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the certificate system back on.

The Bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the discomfort out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal modus operandi, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me have got almost a week off, before they started the common agenda again. I knew they turned off the protection 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 help. The men kept a tight cargo area on me as they took me down the lift to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Paul. He sprayed something in the typeface of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and ankle joint straps and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd put on anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Apostle of the Gentiles quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the shoe collar, 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 recoup from whatever he'd hit them with.

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a while, before he stopped and we switched fomite.

"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 cut through us any other way ?"

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

Paul drove us fill up to the Canadian moulding. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

"I have a admirer who tells me there are mode and post to get across the border."

"There's a lot Sir Thomas More border security department now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the wood. The cabin looked fresh and comfy. The conditions was warm enough that we didn't need a flack. As we went in the cabin, Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a foresighted time.

"Paul, do you see just how damaged 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 tender and considerate as I can."

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

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

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

Paul the Apostle ran his hand over my pass on white meat, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few instant, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically suffer me - apart from a few pacify tweak. Pretty much anything else is amercement. If I change my nous, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each matter you do."

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

"Paul, you're a very sweetly guy, and I owe you so a lot. I don't want to deny you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Paul, please get off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the keister of the blouse and pulled it over my head. He placed it on the trading floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my boobs. After a couple of instant, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"take off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hands back on my bosom. He began squeezing them and tweaking the nipple, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right breast. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a short tooth as he sucked on the boob. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his head as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the other dummy and began doing the Lapp to it. He caressed my in good order breast as he sucked on my left field one. In all the month I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to make me finger good. He was doing that in spade and before too longsighted, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his paw wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my peg where I could separate I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my mound through my apparel as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, delight guide off my blue jean and panties."

Apostle of the Gentiles slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my brim to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my bay window, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the clit at the top, then slowly unzipped the denim. As the air hit that orbit, 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 pelvic arch again. He continued to just touch on me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the scanty and pulled them down and off. That was such a backup man and I spread my legs astray to give Paul as often entree as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my mortise joint and petting and licking as he worked his way up my depress leg to my human knee, then my inner second joint until he was almost to my slit.

I thought he'd pay attention to my puss, which desperately wanted his succor, instead, he went to the other ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that side of meat as well. By the time he got near my pussy again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger's breadth, his hawkshaw, 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 Paul. My pegleg were wide apart and as he neared my kitty, 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 backtalk, to snog and solve 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 kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my hip joint forward as he began to osculate and work out my kitty-cat and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my kitty take hold of his finger's breadth and my whole consistence exploded in the bighearted orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Saint Paul was the only man to make love to me. I came down off my intimate high as he came back up to kiss me. I could savor myself on his back talk and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would cogitate after calendar month of multiple everyday ass that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to make believe you feel as adept as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. ask them, please."

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

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his shaft trench in me and came with what felt alike Imperial gallon. He collapsed on me, and I felt my stiff nipple scraping his bureau and being tickled by his breast hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to buss me, snog my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each early for a long 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 sedate and subdued way. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a wide-cut moon, so he said there was no pauperization for a flashlight to be it. Paul had a range with a little intimate light and he said the key was to arrive at sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a low road just on the early side of it.

Paul the Apostle said the safest and surest thing was for me to succeed the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several knot down the route. He'd contact me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip border surety, but with all the deer and animals, the soundbox heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Alice Paul had a jacket for me to wear out, in addition to the clothes and shoe 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 small better in Montreal. Apostle Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a little while for my optic to adjust to the darkness, but the synodic month was bright and it helped.

There were lieu where the lead seemed to be intemperately to find, and when that happened, I'd facial expression at the compass and nominate indisputable, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after various minutes of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the lead again. There wasn't much undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several small creeks along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rock candy or fallen braid to get across the Creek. I figured I was most probable to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with water no high-pitched than my knees. I was in running place and sock with blue jean, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off brake shoe 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 hr or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Saul that I'd put out a footling flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, wave down all the windows and unfold all the doorway on the car and I'd know it was him and descend out. The latter was a little paranoia on my part. I wanted to make sure it was Apostle Paul and only Apostle of the Gentiles in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and cause me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some idea for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Apostle Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to realize certainly the car was assoil before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my sock and skid to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a pair of burner telephone and exchanged figure, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a little motel near the bound of township and rented a way and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my pantie which were still a bit messy from before. We made get it on again and went to sleep. In the break of the day, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any hard currency and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to go with me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that eventide. I hit a thrift computer storage and bought a duad of slightly skillful, but different outfits which fit much in force, and hit a discount shop for bra and panty and a pocket-size overnight type.

I changed to a new rig in a public public lavatory and put the rest of my purchases in the overnight bag. I next hit a hairsbreadth salon and had them cut my long blonde hair to a hob cut and dye it jet black. With the new fuzz, a distich of sunglasses, and the new getup, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a property where I could get a bastard passport.

So many rural area now have RFID chips and biometric data on their recommendation, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a shoes that could pass on me a southward African pass with no biometry. Paul the Apostle had given me a fair amount of John Cash, at my mendicancy, and I had enough cash left for a one way just the ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting quick to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few days.

I had some friends in Paris from my modeling day, and hit one of them for a spot to stick overnight and a slight money, to get me to Switzerland, 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 make it comfortable to get my bank account.

I told them a series of one-half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to EEC under an bear name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data point, which matched, of course of study and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new recommendation exposure before I arrived, and had gotten a dear phony device driver's license in my real epithet in Montreal.

It took a yoke of days for them to tick everything out and get me the new pass, but I had modeling friends in Geneve to stay put with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank score in Hollands. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sales event of the company, but pursuit and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European protagonist who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to check my alleged personal services contract to get that voided. My lawyer reviewed the written document and got the eccentric assigned to a cleaning woman judge - smart. 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 various other people at the company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got depositions from them. One of them actually had transcript of the videos they'd blastoff of me, which helped smash my example. The company was suing to impose their personal service of process contract bridge and suing for damages for breach of contract. I was counter suing for untrue imprisonment, intimate servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favour and awarded me a hundred million in redress, along with triplet punitive damages. What with collection, it may be age before I see anything, but for now the contract bridge is void.

I'd ditched my burner sound on the plane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to meet me. He said he'd been vex cast and gave me the information. He said my former ‘ ally'had put out a million dollar reward for entropy as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Saul of Tarsus a million buck and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a John Griffith Chaney friend check him out and give him instructions to withdraw the wagon train to genus Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and tell him to come to Holland gin. In the interim, I'd made sure the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my captors might try to claim me again.

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