Roxy didn't have intercourse how yearn she had been in this lieu. She was on her knees and her trunk flex forward till her side touched the soft material beneath her. A leather shoulder strap across the nape of her neck kept her head down. Two sets of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental founding for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her articulatio talocruralis and sura, keeping her stage firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her draw to her back with the same variety of cushioned restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breathing space dead 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 very much mental imagery to do it what's about to bump to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a muscular drug cartel. He was as unpitying 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 strike out of the country and make a bread and butter with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hour ago, she was at the airport ready to cut across the Mexican customs to board a flight to Anatole France. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for hunch of smuggling drugs. Of course of study that was not the case as she was never searched nor was she brought to the law station for foster questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned storage warehouse far away from civilization 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. Dragon never forgave. And he never showed mercy.

Suddenly, the opening of the door pulled her out of her mentation. A man dressed in a easy blue shirt and nigrify slackness, with his sleeve rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light-colored blue air shirt and blacken slack asked. His tincture was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black leather jacket crown 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 legal brief review."Not the most hygiene of billet I've been to. And the lighting is poor."

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

Genteel man gave the other guy a aspect of distaste but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that playground slide. Whatever the cleaning woman had a beef with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a function of it. And God, she was tied in such a disgraceful position. His cock hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the floor near the bench the woman was on. He took out a shaping bag from the briefcase and tore it open, before removing a shed light on plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a leveled view of her pussy. Usually he didn't choose his affected role being propped to such an inconvenient stature, much less in such a terrible spot. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her pussycat was leveled to his hips when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the comfort station of the men that were going to bonk her. He briefly wondered if her mother fucker would meet the same fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide infinite between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lubricating substance and a duo of metal G-string. He placed the two item right beside the speculum. From his breast air hole, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber glove made Roxy jolted in veneration. With confine domain of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two finger rubbing something cool along her pussy. She jerked away from the touch by lifting her ass higher. The fingers 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.

"clasp on."the early guy said. After some clanking of metallic element, the guy came to his English."Move away doc, might get a fiddling messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could try the shuffling of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and low temperature pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a second later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather jacket dress man pushed the object into her harder.

Her asshole soon puckered, giving entry to the cycle object. A acutely annoyance 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 construct out the curve ball length attached to the one shot ball.

The objective inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to struggle against the pull but with her delicate arse on the line, she had no choice but to obligate. Once she was pulled taunt between the simplicity on her legs and some sort of hook in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her view. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the workbench she was on.

"There. All still."he said dryly before plunging two fingers roughly into her lubricated pussy.

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

Securely limit, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his touch incurred no movement. To make sure she was truly secured, he smacked the rear of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her snatch. Such a strength would possess a fair sex leaped out of the gynaecology chair in anger. Clearly, this affected role didn't have that luxury. A midget voice inside him told him to jostle the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex reproduction waiting to find a rooster. His tool stirred and hardened again at the cerebration. Five long time in the field, he had never once had an erection during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 minutes. This was wrong. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a cleaning lady that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a trench breathing space to tranquillise his nerve. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum capable with one hand, he took the pair of G-string with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's camera light on and beam the beam into her split pussy. After angling it a few times, the igniter finally revealed a tiny red string at her cervix uteri. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the chain and tugged it. Gradually, a slight cylindrical rod poked out of the midget opening.

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

Roxy's case paled. They had just removed her IUD, a tiny twist that had kept her immune from the complications of pregnancy. There was only one reasonableness they got that out of her and she didn't like it at all.

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

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. dick and cum."the early guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of that twat ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky vox."I think she's going to birth deal of cock today. You have quite a radical out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointee later."

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

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

"If you do shift your mind, doc, you can always come back."the early guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll welcome your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

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

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

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

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

The man crouched in front of her and cast her an iniquity grin."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no motivation for the million one dollar bill you stole. But no one should get that much of money without working, am I right ?"

Roxy could only stare blankly at the man as her face paled.

"At a pace of 150 dollar sign per piece of ass,"he then placed his oral cavity over her ear,"how many fucks do you think 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 buck out of your body."he took a deep intimation of her hair."With 15 percent interestingness. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his Holy Scripture. She didn't need to make out math to find out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .