preeminence : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please skip this story.

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My epithet is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the reality, or at to the lowest degree seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a melt off physique, nice boobs, long blonde tomentum, and a passably face. During college, I modeled persona time, making dependable money, to pay for college and supply a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potency for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very wise, capable people around me. I needed a team, because as subject as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a visual modality for a web app, unlike anything else on the mart. I knew this app would unfold new worlds for people, if done right. I had a vision for how it should wait, what it should do, how the interface should be.

I was not software engineer enough to do this, though I knew a niggling about code. I found mass who could do this and used my nuzzle egg from modeling to pay people to institute my vision into reality. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 time of day mean solar day, 7 solar day a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever part 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 decisive, I had high outlook and when the great unwashed fell short I let them have intercourse 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 the great unwashed in the tech public. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My basic supposal was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept only possession of the line of work. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to indorse think me or have the great power to undercut my conclusion. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to station we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the clock time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying citizenry as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office virtually of the fourth dimension anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of mouth. Before hanker, we had the raging new app out there. The trouble was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

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

voice of that meant defending our turf against newbie who were gunning for us and our market and clients. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to defend our market ploughshare. With our cash berth, that was becoming increasingly hard. That was where we were when another tech heavyweight, which will go nameless, offered to buy me out.

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

I knew this company had the technical resources and fiscal clout to make a success of this. They were offering all hard cash for 100 % of the fellowship. I lost all top side, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still former ideas that were floating around in my headspring. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete article and I restricted it to my marketplace segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the companionship. Not bad for 4 eld of very tough piece of work. I negotiated in secret, with only the company attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to make believe for sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal services contract to bring home the bacon merchandising and promotional services for the party after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to walk away and let them run it any way they wanted to. They said they'd pay for that, not that the money meant that much, if I'd have $ 250 million in the depository financial institution - before taxes of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the cut-rate sale on the personal services declaration. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, check over 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 matter, boss."

Do you trust your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, that there would be no nasty surprise, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Christian Bible and found myself wondering how retentive I could preserve making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without go along publicity, my market percentage would start to slip one's mind, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling jobs, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an account at a Swiss banking company at that fourth dimension. I didn't have big vaulting horse in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss people are about their cant. I insisted that at the conclusion, the investment trust be wired to my Swiss cant write up. The vendee hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very sole condominium, just outside town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condominium was very nice, but a bit odd - a luxurious life room, but a single chamber and toilet. The building had key entree only for the elevator, and the elevator would deal you only to your proper floor.

There was a gracious tabular array and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two White House from the company buying my company. I had to sign the physician in eight places, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to turn back and as soon as the money was there, I signed the final item.

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

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

"Plus side benefits, as it were."

"Side welfare ? 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 collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any loss, and was pissed.

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some damned collar ?"

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

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

"I look out for my own involvement first. Let's just say they made me a very nice pass to keep you unaware of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

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

"I've tried to be fair 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 uphold to cause a job."

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

The two execs looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt knockout galvanic jar going through my body. It was from the apprehension, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a tidy sum, with the seismic disturbance running through my body, until Joe hauled me back into the condominium and shut the door.

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

"How long was that contract ?"

"Five years."

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

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

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

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

"No fucking way."

"We have the means of punishing you with that arrest, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slight prickling from the collar. I looked at them and they had big grin on their faces.

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

"You wouldn't."

"Of form we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of citizenry 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 section in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingling increase, but still short of true botheration point. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another jar 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 smiles. I removed my high heels and set them on the chairwoman as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the button above the slope zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to bear on. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the rachis 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. Keep going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage screening. I felt I was well past having to shoot a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could make me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the binding of the chairperson and stood there in bra and pantie with my sleeve crossed, tapping my infantry against the floor. One of the execs had a petty half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you gestate ?"

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

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

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

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

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my body as if I was car, sign of the zodiac, or particularly juicy meal.

"All right, let's cultivation this and get rid of the scanty. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't delay for this."

The former White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my pantie down my legs, 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 thinking that I might be turned on by being forced to peel for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So make you had your fun now ?"

"My love Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will persist in 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 shoe collar prickling again, so I dropped down to my knee. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the execs rundle 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 bloomers, and looked up to see the filthy smiling I could ever have expected to see.

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that a good deal worse. I didn't even want to look at Joe's face as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to require share in this. I could hardly believe it. I was hard on my mass, including Joe, but I never felt I was unjust. This seemed beyond the picket.

As long as I had on this goddamn collar, I felt like I had piddling alternative but to do what they said. I pulled out his putz and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my bridge player. I turned to appear at one of the EXEC and realized they'd been videoing my husking and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep video evidence of it as well.

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

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what little I could with my lip, clapper and paw, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other hired hand against his hip to energise myself, while using one helping hand to try to stroke him and keep him from shoving too much of the prick down my throat.

I was struggling to catch one's breath as Joe pulled my forefront as tightlipped to him as he could and came with a majuscule outpouring into my mouth and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his tool and his cum, though it took a twosome of swallow to get most of it down. Joe released my pass and I backed away from him and caught my hint.

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean you intend to have me draw people off for the adjacent five years ?"

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

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

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

"flavor, I have money from the sale. I'll plowshare it. What do you want for them ? 50 million. Just don't do this to me."

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

"No. please."

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

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

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

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the floor and spread my wooden leg. My kitty was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the EXEC 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 dummy. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could feel myself getting even wetter between the wooden leg. What was most humiliating about the whole 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 sop up on one tit as he played with the other one and ran his early hand down to my pussy. It was hard to even sustain cartroad of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the former one. My nipples were just about as knockout as they'd ever been in my life.

In the lag, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the brim, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my hip as well. I could finger my juice gushing out of my pussy as he played with me. Joe took his middle fingerbreadth and put it deep into me and began to finger get it on my pussy as he used his thumb and indicant finger to play with my button.

I had not had sentence for a buff or swain since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a farseeing time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy rope I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could delight myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the consultation, exhibitionism, and abasement, turned me on to a greater extent than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to blow up as Joe pulled his finger's breadth away and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.

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

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up speeding. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel the heating system rising through my body as he plunged his prick as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some sort of Wyrd payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my twat tighten around his cock, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the best coming of my biography building up, and I came, losing body control condition 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 watch my breather as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his SOB slowly wilting.

"damn, guy rope, that was Charles Frederick Worth it. I'd almost suffer paid you for the chance to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

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

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

Joe pulled my straits down toward his jetty. I didn't even fight it at this peak. I went down there and began sucking on his dick and cleaning my juice and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my mouth earlier, but now could try myself on his from the ass we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get harder again.

"Okay, girl. Hands and knee joint - now."

I rolled onto my hands and human knee, still almost stunned by it all. He had me proceed my legs 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 dick against my cocksucker, and I realized he was going to fuck my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"fille, you do whatever I want, when I want. empathize ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his stopcock just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the lonesome lube was my spittle and whatever of my succus remained on his prick. He took it tardily though as he slid his peter in me, going back and Forth just a petty farther each time until I could sense him all the way in, with his pelvic arch firmly against my ass and his Lucille Ball swatting me with each stroke.

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

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

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

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

"You think she'll do, then ?"

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

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and trim that cunt. You'll have another customer in an hour or so."

I got up and looked around and my clothes were not on the chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of 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 military service you provide for a retentive time."

The White House picked up my dress with his briefcase, and tucked it all under his arm.

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to wear them, and what's the point ?"

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I bear, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your prostitute for the next five days ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention bonus for many of your quondam employees. A lot of them watched the proceeding on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also have you entertain certain customer 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 late employees watched it all.

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the the pits 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 toilet and showered. I washed out my pussycat and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three twelvemonth of spirit left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting pregnant.

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

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an clyster, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no estimate who was coming side by side, but it would likely be to a greater extent 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 W.C., and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to observe some dress somewhere. Then I'd have to visualise out how to get out of the building. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? Lots of problems to resolve, but I was always dear at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from sea mile, who had been my boss information ship's officer. He was my following client and seemed to savor the chance to love me just as a great deal as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to get it on you can get so lots pleasure from individual else's discomfort."

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

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

"That's why you aren't being given the chance. On your hired man and knees, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

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

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

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

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

geographical mile 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 consistency. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me other. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no preliminaries, no rattling consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life history. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a hanker meter ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the fortune. I was fucking him back as he let go of my dope and pulled my hip joint tight, shoved his prick deep in me and came in my pussy.

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

"okeh girlie, clean it off."

My weapon system were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouth as deep as I could. Admiralty mile drove the activity, fucking my sassing as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and hurtle his SOB until it hit the back of my throat. I had no control at all as he fucked my mouth knockout and fast. I took whatever breath I could around his fuck, and was starting to get just a trivial woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as oceanic abyss 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.

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

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

"And your pussy is just aching to have my cock back in it again."

"Keep in mind, I'm just here as a cocotte. Do you really think a fancy woman gives a shit about her clients ?"

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

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

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

"That is one slopped ass, girlie. I'm gladiola they gave me that bluing contraceptive pill. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fast without it."

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything other than his pleasure and his peter. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the retentive metre before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to prevent fucking my ass all day. He came with great spurts in my ass.

statute mile dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparedness for whoever showed up next. I did consume four the low day, including Joe and air mile, basically four of the top people in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the troupe roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the companionship roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

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

There was a offspring latina woman who brought repast twice a day. She quickly made it realise that she would not facilitate me.

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

Several workweek into it, my client was a young programmer. smarting kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike nigh of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to nominate me experience sound before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Apostle Paul spent quite a piece kissing me as he stroked my boob. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my pinhead over until I had an orgasm. My dead body always seemed to love the sex, but I often did not have orgasms. After I came, Paul got on me missional vogue and eased his tool into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how wonderful I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he meant it.

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

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

"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 suck him off and didn't fear about fucking my ass. Paul the Apostle rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Apostle of the Gentiles 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 only if lover.

We did sleep with a third meter, missional way again, and as he came he spent a long time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Saul of Tarsus had been the last, I might throw invited him to stay with me. No one in the three month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A hebdomad or so after St. Paul, they told me there was a peculiar event. They put wide padded leather shoulder strap on my carpus and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my rachis. The two men there took me toward the threshold to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security organization had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the lift, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted Windows. There was a number one wood in the car, and the two men sat on either slope of me in the rearward seat. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to offices of what I realized was the ship's company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the bureau to a large meeting way, 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 party and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To score up for all the greed and ill intervention of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the older staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my naked torso. I knew most of them must cause seen some of the video of me stripping and screw, and they must have heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

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

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a bridge player, knack me over and fastened the wrist straps to hooks in the tabular array. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the articulatio talocruralis straps to legs of the table.

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

I was now going to be gangbanged by 20 five men in a meeting elbow room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to post over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was spoiled, I knew my kitty was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

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

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

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

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

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

The first three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a span of ass men. I lost cart track of it all, I just knew by the clip it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my leg from all the fucking. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my wrists and ankle. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my branch were so weak.

person took a damp cloth and wiped down my twat, ass, and pegleg, before they led me, still naked back through the part to the lift. I could hear whoops and hollers as I went through the spot. What few cleaning lady were there just agitate their psyche and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the fucking. I can't be trusted. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and tug me back to the condominium. They put me in the bath. My legs were still imperfect, and ran water for a Bath for me. They told me I'd have the side by side various Day off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the result had been such a succeeder that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the protection system back on.

The bathroom was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the convention bit, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me have almost a week off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system when they were taking me to a gangbang, but how could I make use of that ?

As it turned out, I was going to get some help. The men kept a nasty time lag on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Alice Paul. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my carpus and ankle shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Alice Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the 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 reclaim 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 photographic camera in that parking garage, and I know they'll be looking for that car and both of us already."

"This car ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"There's a lot More moulding certificate 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 clean and comfy. The weather condition was warm enough that we didn't need a fire. As we went in the cabin, Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

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

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

"As dessert 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 pinnace and considerate as I can."

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

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

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

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

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically hurt me - apart from a few aristocratic emergency. 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 exhausted calendar month letting anyone do whatever they wanted to you. I don't want to be that way."

"Paul the Apostle, you're a very sweetened 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 palpate wonderful.

"Paul, please take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the fanny of the blouse and pulled it over my point. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his paw back on my tit. 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 branch 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 tit. He began squeezing them and tweaking the pap, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right bosom. He took the tit between his tooth and gave me just a little 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 dumbbell and began doing the Sami to it. He caressed my flop tit as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Saul was the sole one who paid any attention to trying to seduce me feel secure. He was doing that in nigra and before too long, I had an climax from his efforts.

I pulled him second up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my trunk to my shank. I grabbed his hand and put it between my peg where I could tell I was getting wet. Saint Paul rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his rear and head.

"Paul the Apostle, please have off my jeans and panties."

Saint Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my backtalk to my neck, to my breast and titty, to my stomach, sticking his tongue in my belly release, which tickled. He undid the push at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that orbit, it seemed to enflame me to a greater extent and I lifted my pelvis off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my peg and off me,

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

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my legs wide to grant Apostle Paul as much access as I could. As he got my step-in off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and licking as he worked his way up my frown leg to my knee joint, then my inner second joint until he was almost to my pussy.

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

I could hardly believe it. My puss which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many times, for so many calendar month, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Saul of Tarsus. My legs were wide apart and as he neared my slit, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the English of my slit, over the top and back down the former side.

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

I thrust my rose hip forward as he began to osculate and lick my cunt 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-cat grab his digit and my unscathed body exploded in the vainglorious climax I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Saul was the just man to urinate erotic love to me. I came down off my sexual high as he came back up to osculate me. I could taste myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after months of multiple day-by-day fucking that sex would have no charge, but he gave me that thrill.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, I want to form you feel as good as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. contract them, please."

Saul of Tarsus rolled over on me and skid his prick in my kitty-cat. I was in promised land and wrapped my pegleg around his waist as he slowly began to know my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as a great deal as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his hawkshaw deep in me and came with what felt like gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his chest of drawers and being tickled by his dresser hair. 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 boldness, 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 dearest again, albeit in a somewhat more calm and subdued style. We showered and raiment and Saul laid out the programme for that even.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old beast trail. There was a entire moon, so he said there was no penury for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a compass with a small internal brightness level and he said the key was to make sure as shooting to steer north. There was a heavily wooded country and a small road just on the former side of it.

Saul said the dependable and indisputable thing was for me to follow the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing several miles down the route. He'd fill me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close-fitting by. A flashlight in the timberland would tip border security, but with all the cervid and animals, the body heating system would not be an exit.

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

There were places where the trail seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and make surely, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several minutes of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the track again. There wasn't practically underwood, so the going was pretty easy, though there were various diminished creeks along the way.

I didn't reliance myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on tilt or fallen tress to get across the creek. I figured I was most in all probability to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow slur and just waded across, usually with water no high than my articulatio genus. I was in running shoes and wind sock with denim, a top, and my jacket. I had no design of taking off place or jean, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet clothes, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an minute or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Alice Paul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, roll out down all the windows and open all the doors on the car and I'd know it was him and descend out. The latter was a little paranoia on my office. I wanted to relieve oneself sure it was Paul the Apostle and only Saint 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 ideas for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Saul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make for certain the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my wind cone and shoes to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a duo of burner phones and exchanged issue, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a minuscule motel near the edge of town and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet dress and let everything dry. I also washed out my scanty which were still a bit messy from in the beginning. We made have a go at it again and went to sleep. In the morning, my dress were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Apostle of the Gentiles if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd sports meeting back up that evening. I hit a thrift store and bought a duad of slightly skillful, but different outfits which fit a lot better, and hit a discount computer storage for bandeau and panties and a small overnight case.

I changed to a new outfit in a public public lavatory and put the rest of my leverage in the nightlong bag. I succeeding hit a tomentum salon and had them cut my recollective blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet Joseph Black. With the new tomentum, a pair of shades, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognisable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a dissembler passport.

So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric information on their pass, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could founder me a in the south African passport with no biostatistics. Paul had given me a middling amount of John Cash, at my mendicancy, and I had adequate cash left for a one way ticket to genus Paris. As the sheet was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few Clarence Day.

I had some friends in capital of France from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a footling money, to get me to Switzerland, where my depository financial institution 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 realise it easier to get my camber account.

I told them a serial publication of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to EEC under an adopt name. They checked my fingerprint and other biometric datum, which matched, of course of instruction and got me a new passport. I'd gotten a new pass photo before I arrived, and had gotten a soundly phony driver's licence in my material name in Montreal.

It took a couple of years for them to determine everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling booster in Geneva to stay with, in the lag. I got my pass and with my drivers license, accessed my savings bank accounting in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the cut-rate sale of the society, but stake and net profit on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European acquaintance who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer lawyer to checker my so-called personal table service contract to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the document and got the eccentric assigned to a woman jurist - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the judge barred the company from enforcing it until there was a entire test and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several early the great unwashed at the company who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got deposit from them. One of them actually had copy of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped pass with flying colors my case. The company was suing to enforce their personal avail contract bridge and suing for damages for rift of contract bridge. I was counter suing for false immurement, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with treble punitive damages. What with appeals, it may be age before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

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

Does it vocalise like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million clam and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a British capital admirer check him out and give him command to bring the caravan to Paris. I had another supporter check him in Paris and tell him to come to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made sure enough the Swiss police were aware of my late abduction and told them my captors might try to ask me again.

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