banker's bill : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual bondage, chagrin, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, delight decamp this story.

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My gens is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the creation, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim figure, nice titty, long light-haired hair, and a reasonably grimace. During college, I modeled parting time, making trade good money, to pay for college and allow a snuggle egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a imagination, and I saw electric potential for new musical theme and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a radical of very smart, capable hoi polloi around me. I needed a team, because as capable as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a visual sensation for a web app, unlike anything else on the grocery store. I knew this app would afford new worlds for people, if done right. I had a vision for how it should await, 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 mass who could do this and used my nestle egg from modeling to pay people to get my vision into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 time of day days, 7 days a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever post I could yield at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was vital, I had senior high school expectations and when people fell brusque I let them be intimate it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of role model. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech world. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My basic premise was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to second imagine me or get the power to undercut my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to plaza 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 well-nigh of the fourth dimension anyhow. We had a decently rollout, with well Good Book of mouth. Before farsighted, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in tax income, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a common problem in some tech rollouts, monetizing your achiever. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fervor, but the section we created began to attract the aid of some much bigger society. I knew if we could accommodate on to what we had and hold on construction for another six months, we'd be a major success.

Part of that meant defending our greensward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market and client. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our market share. With our cash place, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech giant star, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

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

I knew this party had the proficient resources and financial clout to puddle a winner of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and prosecute still other ideas that were floating around in my head. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my market segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the troupe. Not bad for 4 twelvemonth of very arduous workplace. I negotiated in cloak-and-dagger, with only the company lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to subscribe a personal armed service contract to leave 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 money box - before taxes of form. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal serving declaration. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, check this out thoroughly. I don't really like this and don't want anything that's going to bite me on the ass later."

"Sure affair, boss."

Do you believe your attorney ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was hunky-dory, 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 long I could go along making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without go on promotion, my market parcel would start to slide, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling Book of Job, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an explanation at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big one dollar bill in it, but I knew it was harder to rival anything there because of how the Swiss people are about their banks. I insisted that at the shutdown, the fund be wired to my Swiss people bank account. The vendee hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the mop up at a very exclusive condo, just out-of-door Ithiel Town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very nice, but a bit odd - a luxurious keep way, but a single bedroom and lav. The building had key access only for the elevator, and the lift would get hold of you only to your proper floor.

There was a nice table and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two White House from the caller buying my company. I had to sign the docs in eight lieu, and told them I'd star sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't glad about that, but agreed. I used my phone to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

"Well, valet de chambre, you now have a company."

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

"Plus position benefit, as it were."

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to break some damned choker ?"

"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 overnice crack to keep you incognizant of certain contract bridge provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a rotten bitch to me and everyone else at that society for a long blasted time."

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

"Tried to be evenhandedly 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 prosperous if they let us preserve to have got a job."

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

The two execs looked at each early and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the room access to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condominium, I felt severe electric blow going through my body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a plenty, with the electric shock running through my body, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

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

"How long was that contract ?"

"pentad years."

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

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

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

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

"No fucking way."

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

"This is bullshit."

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

"That is just to let you get laid. Do you really want us to zigzag it up to annoyance stratum ?"

"You wouldn't."

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

I turned to Joe.

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

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

"enough stalling. You need to remove your clothing - now."

I felt the tingling addition, but still shortly of true pain degree. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a crownwork, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined grin. I removed my high bounder and set them on the hot seat as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like annulus. I undid the swath, then unbuttoned the release above the side zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to carry on. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the chairman with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and shit. go along going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my Theodore Harold White farseeing 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 yesteryear having to scud a titty to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the turnup on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous angriness. They could hold me do this, but they could not put down me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the rear of the chair and stood there in bra and panty with my arms crossed, tapping my invertebrate foot against the base. One of the execs had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

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

That made me more tempestuous and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my hands on my hips, not even attempting to cover or enshroud my dope. I didn't want to founder them the pleasure of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one exec smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. Firm, no sag. What do you imagine ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's culture this and hit the step-in. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my pegleg, picked them up off the level and put them with my other clothes. I noticed that the scanty were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the opinion 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 lamb Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will keep on for quite a while."

"What do you need now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the collar tingling again, so I dropped down to my genu. Joe walked over and stood in strawman of me. One of the White House radius 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 humiliate me. I unzipped Joe's trouser, and looked up to see the smutty smile I could ever have expected to see.

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

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

As long as I had on this maledict arrest, I felt like I had footling choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his SOB and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to expect at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep on picture evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the head of his cock between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could smack a little of Joe's precum on the end of his pecker as I did. I decided to give them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouth, a little deeper this time while stroking the balance of it with my deal. Joe moaned and grabbed the rachis of my head.

Joe pumped his putz in and out of my oral fissure, getting deeply than I'd have liked, almost to the breaker point of choking me. I did what minuscule I could with my lips, tongue and script, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my oral cavity. I put my other mitt against his hip to brace myself, while using one deal to try to stroke him and hold him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

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

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

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

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract. This is just the beginning - just the first good morning of the start 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. number one, the terms of our declaration obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly intimate Robert William Service. s, we passed some money to some multitude and got a release in the whoredom laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me blow people off for the succeeding five years ?"

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

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a unhurt lot tacky ?"Why me ?"

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

"They've been getting a salary."

"Now they're going to get more. Call it a retention 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 cut-rate sale. I'll share it. What do you need for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't matter if you offered us the solid $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's payback for all the years of being a romping stomping bitch."

"No. please."

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

I turned to see that Joe had removed all his apparel and was standing there with his rooster 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 pinch prickling again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

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

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

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

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

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

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my scratch, first just down the brim, 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 middle finger and put it deep into me and began to feel fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index finger's breadth to play with my clit.

I had not had fourth dimension for a lover or boyfriend since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a long prison term. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guys I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the audience, exhibitionism, and humiliation, turned me on more than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to burst forth as Joe pulled his fingers away and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.

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

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

I could feel my kitty-cat tighten around his shaft, and heard Joe groan as it did. I could feel the best orgasm of my life building up, and I came, losing body control and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my optic closed, gasping and trying to catch my breathing time as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"tinker's dam, guys, 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 recover from that first. Girl, clean me up."

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

"Okay, girl. bridge player and knees - now."

I rolled onto my hands and genu, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my stage farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head word of his dick against my bunghole, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"girlfriend, you do whatever I want, when I want. Understand ?"

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

It was uncomfortable at get-go, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few transactions, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as full as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was glad when he finally shot his lode 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 snatch and my ass. My oculus were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to go back 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 experience her use a tail fire hydrant to stretch that ass out a bit. A little too slopped for comfort."

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

I got up and looked around and my dress were not on the chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of wearable 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 avail you provide for a long time."

The EXEC picked up my wearing apparel with his briefcase, and tucked it all under his arm.

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to tire out them, and what's the level ?"

"What about food ?"

"We'll have meal brought to you a duad prison term a day. You won't go athirst, and you don't need to leave."

"What can I expect, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to have it away. virtually times, your nights will be your own."

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

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the memory bonus for many of your former employees. A clustering of them watched the proceeding on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their bout. We will also take in you entertain certain client and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have great deal to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten fuck, I was going to get fucked a lot more than, and my other employees watched it all.

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the perdition out of it as Joe fucked you."

"Joe got his revenge. My employees saw me humiliated. Isn't that enough ?"

Joe was dressed and they were all heading toward the door.

"Get cleaned up and knock off that pussy. someone else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the door, carrying my clothes, and closed the door behind them. I went in the can and showered. I washed out my kitty-cat 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 fucks by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me idle, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 clock time or so. The prospect scared the diddley out of me, but I wasn't for sure what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to figure something out along the way.

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

I looked in the closet, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to come up some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to figure out how to get out of the construction. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? slew of problems to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A piffling later, I got a sojourn from Miles, who had been my chief data officer. He was my next client and seemed to relish the chance to fuck me just as often as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to make out to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to screw you can get so much pleasure from someone 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 opportunity. On your helping hand and knees, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

"We're just doing doggy flair, but if you're in force, maybe I'll use lube before I fuck your ass."

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

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

Miles took his cock and eased it into my snatch. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly gentle. As he got it all the way in me, I moaned.

"You talk like you don't want this, but you act like you really do."

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 torso. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me sooner. I guess it was the Angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no arousal, no preliminaries, no material consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had lots sex in a long time ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my breast and pulled my pelvic arch tight, shoved his prick deep in me and came in my pussy.

Roman mile rolled me over and moved over to range my face and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"OK girlie, houseclean it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my oral cavity as deep as I could. Miles drove the natural action, fucking my oral fissure as I lay there. He quickly got voiceless again and thrust his son of a bitch until it hit the dorsum of my pharynx. I had no control condition at all as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. I took whatever intimation I could around his fuck, and was starting to get just a piddling 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 stool a lot of use of me, so you'll likely get another prospect before too long."

"And your slit is just aching to let my dick back in it again."

"Keep in mind, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a sporting lady gives a shit about her node ?"

"I was going to have sex your pussy, but after that, I'm going to get your ass. Where's the lube ?'

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in placement, girlie."

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

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

international nautical mile fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No worry about anything former than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just OK with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest prison term before he came in me. It was almost starting to sense like he was going to keep fucking my ass all day. He came with great spurts in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up succeeding. I did possess four the first day, including Joe and mil, basically four of the top people in the caller. Over the following day, they worked their way down the ship's company roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the party roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

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

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

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

Several week into it, my guest was a young computer programmer. smartness kid, sugariness, a bit nerdy, and Whitney Young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to ca-ca me experience adept before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Apostle Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my breast. Then he spent clock time sucking each bosom, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the early one. He kept working my pinhead over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to savor the sex, but I often did not have orgasm. After I came, Apostle Paul got on me missionary style and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Saul of Tarsus told me how tremendous I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to opine he meant it.

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

"Even after I've fucked so many guy wire in the fellowship ?"

"eventide so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my dead body until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to lactate him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to sleep together him. Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how sweet he was. I almost wished he was my merely lover.

We did fuck a third meter, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a tenacious metre kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Saul had been the close, I might take in invited him to rest with me. No one in the three calendar month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A calendar week or so after Paul, they told me there was a special event. They put wide padded leather straps on my wrists and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my book binding. The two men there took me toward the threshold to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system of rules had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted windows. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either position of me in the back hind end. They drove to another parking service department and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to federal agency of what I realized was the society 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 strange board and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the troupe and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To ready up for all the greed and ill handling 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 defenseless soundbox. I knew nearly of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and fucking, and they must hold heard about the ‘ incentive'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 men from behind my back and the two men each took a hired hand, bent-grass me over and fastened the carpus strap to rob in the table. They kicked my human foot apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a prospect to get a petty incentive 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 XX five men in a meeting room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely zilch I could do, and what was worse, I knew my twat was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

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

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

"We have to acquire it soft on her. We don't want to ruin her in one case. As it is she'll likely need Day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest stopcock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussycat. He grabbed my coxa and fucked me tough and roughly for several proceedings before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear individual else coming.

"hoot that was prissy. I want to a greater extent of that jack. Just narrate me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The starting time three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a duet of ass men. I lost cart track of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my legs from all the screwing. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my wrist and ankles. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my ramification were so weak.

someone took a damp cloth and wiped down my cunt, ass, and pegleg, before they led me, still naked back through the power to the elevator. I could find out whoops and hollers as I went through the billet. What few women were there just shake off their capitulum and looked away. I didn't charge them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the fucking. I can't be sure. about 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 bathtub. My legs were still debile, and ran pee for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the succeeding several days off, then go back to a normal docket. One of the men said the outcome had been such a winner that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security system back on.

The bathtub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the tenderness out. If I had almost gotten used to the pattern routine, I did not desire to get used to the gangbangs. sure as shooting enough, they let me have almost a calendar week off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the surety scheme 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 avail. The men kept a loaded grasp 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 rear and removed my radiocarpal joint and ankle shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

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

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a spell, before he stopped and we switched vehicles.

"They have cameras in that parking garage, and I know they'll be looking for that car and both of us already."

"This car ?"

"Belongs to a friend who's out of town."

"They can't track us any other way ?"

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

Saul of Tarsus drove us close to the Canadian River borderline. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

"I have a friend who tells me there are way of life and places to get across the border."

"There's a lot more boundary line security now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the woods. The cabin looked neat and comfy. The weather was warm up enough that we didn't need a fire. As we went in the cabin, Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a longsighted time.

"Saul, do you realize 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 savor being with any man."

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

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

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

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

Saul of Tarsus ran his hand over my left wing breast, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few second base, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Saul, I'd ask that you not physically offend me - apart from a few gentle pinches. Pretty much anything else is fine. If I change my judgment, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing 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 sweet guy, and I owe you so much. 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 breasts, which truly did feel wonderful.

"Paul, please take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the merchant ship of the blouse and pulled it over my head. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his handwriting back on my breast. After a couple of minutes, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Paul reached behind me, fumbling a bit before he managed to unhook it. I moved my arms forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. 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 manus back on my dope. 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 dentition and gave me just a lilliputian tooth as he sucked on the tit. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his mind as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the former breast and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right breast as he sucked on my get out one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to prepare me sense honorable. He was doing that in spade and before too foresighted, I had an sexual climax from his efforts.

I pulled him plunk for up and we kissed some more as his manpower wandered down my soundbox to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my ramification where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my hammock through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

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

Apostle Paul slid down my organic structure, kissing as he went down, from my lips to my neck, to my chest of drawers and breast, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly clitoris, which tickled. He undid the push at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that region, it seemed to enflame me Sir Thomas More and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my wooden leg and off me,

He returned to stroke my kitty-cat through my step-in and I lifted my hips again. He continued to just refer me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the pantie and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my legs wide to present Paul as much admission as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and cuddling and licking as he worked his way up my grim leg to my knee, then my inside thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the former ankle and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the time he got near my slit again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger's breadth, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My kitty 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 wooden leg were wide apart and as he neared my pussy, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the position of my pussy, over the top and back down the other side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the brim, to buss and drub back up the English again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the other side, just barely grazing the outside of my kitty-cat lips. I thought I was going to go mad from intimate desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big osculation, right in the snapper of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to osculate and lick my slit and clit, first just on the outer mouth, then sticking his spit into me. Paul the Apostle nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a digit in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy grab his digit and my hale body exploded in the grown orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many sentence recently, but Saint Paul was the only if man to pretend love to me. I came down off my intimate senior high as he came back up to kiss me. I could savor myself on his sassing and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would cogitate after months of multiple casual screw that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Apostle Paul, I want to produce you feel as secure as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouthpiece, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. occupy them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slide his turncock in my pussy. I was in nirvana and wrapped my ramification around his waist as he slowly began to get it on my slit. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his putz, filling my pussy with his cum. At that degree, 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 dick deep in me and came with what felt the likes of Imperial gallon. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his chest of drawers and being tickled by his chest tomentum. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, snog my neck, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a long metre, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some hours later, we made lovemaking again, albeit in a somewhat more tranquillize and hushed way. We showered and polished and Paul laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal track. There was a full moonlight, so he said there was no need for a flashlight to follow it. Apostle of the Gentiles had a grasp with a small internal luminosity and he said the key was to create sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a small route just on the former slope of it.

Paul said the safest and sure thing was for me to succeed the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a perimeter crossing several air mile down the road. He'd match me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the woods would tip border security, but with all the deer and beast, the organic structure oestrus would not be an military issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a jacket for me to wear, in addition to the apparel and place he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a groovy fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a piffling better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woodwind instrument. It took a little while for my heart to set to the shadow, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were places where the lead seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I'd look at the grasp and construct sure as shooting, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several moment of stomping through the woodwind, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't lots underbrush, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several small creek along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on stone or fallen braid to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to come down and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow berth and just waded across, usually with body of water no higher than my knee joint. I was in running brake shoe and socks with jeans, a top, and my jacket. I had no purpose of taking off shoes or dungaree, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet apparel, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an hour or so of walk, I came across a road. I had told Saul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll down all the windowpane and open all the room access on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a piddling paranoia on my constituent. I wanted to realize indisputable it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and gotten me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some thought for getting us away, but I had some thought of my own. Apostle Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to earn sure the car was bring in before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my wind sleeve and skid to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a pair of burner phones and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Saint Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a piddling motel near the edge of Ithiel Town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made have it off again and went to sleep. In the dawning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that eve. I hit a thrift stock and bought a couple of slightly dainty, but different outfits which fit a great deal good, and hit a discount store for bandeau and panties and a small overnight case.

I changed to a new outfit in a populace restroom and put the rest of my purchases in the overnight bag. I next hit a hair's-breadth beauty parlor and had them cut my farsighted blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet disastrous. With the new hair, a pair of shades, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a phony passport.

So many countries now have RFID scrap and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a situation that could give me a South African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a honest amount of cash, at my begging, and I had decent hard currency left for a one way ticket to genus Paris. As the plane was getting cook to hold off, I texted Alice Paul and told him I'd be in impinging with him in a few sidereal day.

I had some friends in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a billet to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Suisse, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from genus Paris to Geneve and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own epithet, which would make it easygoing to get my bank account.

I told them a series of half the true, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to European Community under an put on name. They checked my fingerprints and early biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new passport photograph before I arrived, and had gotten a salutary dissimulator driver's license in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to tick off everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Genf to stay with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank explanation in Hollands. I had scads of money there. The one thousand thousand I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but interest and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European friend who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to check off my alleged personal services contract to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the document and got the casing assigned to a woman judge - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the judge barred the troupe from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several other citizenry at the company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got deposition from them. One of them actually had copies of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my lawsuit. The company was suing to enforce their personal services contract and suing for damages for rift of declaration. I was counter suing for mistaken captivity, intimate servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my party favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitory restitution. What with solicitation, it may be long time before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner telephone on the plane, but got another one in genus Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to capital of the United Kingdom to conform to me. He said he'd been worried cat and gave me the information. He said my early ‘ friend'had put out a million buck reward for info as to where I was.

Does it vocalize like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million one dollar bill and told him to text me when he got to Greater London. I had a London protagonist check him out and give him instructions to take the train to Paris. I had another friend check him in genus Paris and narrate him to get to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made for certain the Swiss police force were cognisant of my former abduction and told them my capturer might try to ask me again.

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