Roxy didn't know how yearn she had been in this stead. She was on her knees and her body bent forward till her side touched the soft fabric beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her head down. Two solidification of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental psychiatric hospital for restraining out-of-control patient, were fastened around her ankles and calfskin, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tie to her rear with the Saami kind of cushioned restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her hint short and rapid as fear seeped into her very core. Not only was she restrained to a point of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take a good deal imagination to be intimate what's about to encounter to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a herculean drug cartel. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed Dragon without getting off unscathed.

But she thought she was smarter than he was. She thought she could get away with the million dollars she took from him three days ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could move out of the country and make a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three minute ago, she was at the airdrome ready to queer the Mexican customs duty to instrument panel a flight to France. Then, two military officer came and apprehended her for suspicion of smuggling drugs. Of path that was not the pillowcase as she was never searched nor was she brought to the constabulary station for farther questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from refinement and manhandled by three brutes. Minutes later, she was stripped bare and bound into this disgracing posture.

Regret crept into her. But it was too late now. Draco never forgave. And he never showed mercy.

Suddenly, the chess opening of the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a light blue shirt and blackamoor slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a low-cal bluing shirt and black mire asked. His spirit was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in melanize leather jacket and jeans, growled. As if telling her that she was in big trouble.

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the room a brief review."Not the most hygiene of places I've been to. And the lighting is poor."

"Don't worry about it. I have a flashlight."the early man held out his cellphone.

Genteel man gave the other guy a feeling of distaste but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that chute. Whatever the woman had a squawk with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a persona of it. And God, she was tied in such a shocking office. His shaft hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the floor near the workbench the adult female was on. He took out a moldable bag from the briefcase and torus it open, before removing a clear plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a tear down view of her pussy. Usually he didn't opt his patient being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible spot. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her pussy was leveled to his hip when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the widget of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would meet the same luck before slapping it down.

I have a job to do. Damn it. He reminded himself.

He placed the speculum on the astray quad between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lube and a couplet of metal thongs. He placed the two particular right beside the speculum. From his breast pocket, he pulled out two rubber glove and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber mitt made Roxy jolted in fear. With limited field of imaginativeness, she couldn't see and had no musical theme what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two digit rubbing something poise along her puss. She jerked away from the touch by lifting her ass higher. The fingerbreadth followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

"I can't do my job if she's moving this much."the Genteel man complained.

"Hold on."the early guy said. After some clanking of alloy, the guy came to his English."movement away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shuffling of ft as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something one shot and frigidity pressed against her asshole. Her torso instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a endorsement later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather jacket drape man pushed the aim into her harder.

Her shit soon puckered, giving launching to the round object. A sharp painful sensation rippled through her body. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon make out the curve distance attached to the beat ball.

The aim inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to fight against the wrench but with her delicate asshole on the line, she had no option but to hold. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her ramification and some sort of hook in her ass, the man in leather crownwork walked into her horizon. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the work bench she was on.

"There. All still."he said dryly before plunging two digit roughly into her lube pussy.

Roxy tensed at the harsh intrusion. Other than that, she couldn't move an inch more. The close defence she once had was finally shattered with the installing of the hook.

Securely limit, Genteel man approached her again. This fourth dimension, his pinch incurred no movement. To ca-ca sure she was truly batten down, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the formative implement into her pussy. Such a force would have a char leaped out of the gynaecology hot seat in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that sumptuosity. A midget voice inside him told him to shove the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to have a cock. His peter stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five years in the field, he had never once had an hard-on during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 hour. This was incorrectly. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a cryptic breath to calm his cheek. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her plea only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum undetermined with one hired hand, he took the span of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's camera ignitor on and shone the electron beam into her divide pussy. After angling it a few clip, the light finally revealed a bantam red chain at her cervix. With the thong, Genteel man grabbed the end of the string and tugged it. Gradually, a slenderize cylindrical rod poked out of the tiny opening.

"Done."he finally said when the rod was completely out of her pussy.

Roxy's face paled. They had just removed her IUD, a diminutive device that had kept her immune from the complications of gestation. There was only one cause they got that out of her and she didn't like it at all.

"She will go back to her usual bicycle in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to tell you to use protection to avoid STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. turncock and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a bit of that puss ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky part."I think she's going to consume plentifulness of cocks today. You have quite a group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointment later."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't detention you anymore, doc."

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the threshold. He silently wished the woman ripe luck for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do change your mind, doc, you can always come back."the other guy called out."Her kitty-cat ain't going no where and she'll welcome your peter. Am I right, Roxy ?"

"I'll think about it."he replied. In his head, he was already contemplating his schedules.

The threshold was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this posture only to be told that no amount of pleading would keep her.

"I'm sure enough you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket asked with a cold voice.

"I'm sorry, I'll give him back the money."

The man crouched in nominal head of her and cast her an evil smiling."Oh, you can hold on the money. Draco has no need for the million dollar you stole. But no one should get that much of money without working, am I right ?"

Roxy could only gaze blankly at the man as her cheek paled.

"At a charge per unit of 150 one dollar bill per fucking,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many fucks do you intend a million dollar could get ?"

"No. I'll give you the money-"she was cut of with a palm on her mouth.

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to fuck the one million one dollar bill out of your body."he took a deep breather of her hair."With 15 pct interest. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his words. She didn't need to do it math to chance out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .