Roxy didn't know how long she had been in this location. She was on her knees and her body bent-grass forward till her font touched the sonant material beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her head down. Two set of cushioned control, interchangeable to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and sura, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the priming. Her hand her tied to her back with the Lapp kind of cushioned restraint.

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

It didn't really take much imagery to know what's about to occur to her. After all, she did steal from genus Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a mightily drug cartel. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed Draco 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 travel out of the country and establish a keep with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the airport ready to cross the Mexican usance to card a flight to France. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for suspicion of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the case as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police station for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from civilization and manhandled by three brutes. moment 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 scuttle of the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a light blueness shirt and black slackness, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a clean blueness shirt and black slack asked. His feeling was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in dim leather crownwork 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 inspection."Not the most hygiene of situation I've been to. And the lighting is poor."

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

Genteel man gave the former guy a look of distaste but since the defrayment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that microscope slide. Whatever the woman had a kick with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a part of it. And God, she was tied in such a disgraceful office. 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 plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it open, before removing a all the way credit card speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a pull down view of her pussy. Usually he didn't choose his patient being propped to such an inconvenient acme, much less in such a dreadful positioning. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her pussy was leveled to his hips when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the gismo of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her prick would meet the like fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide space between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a subway system of lubricant and a pair of metal G-string. He placed the two particular right beside the speculum. From his breast pocket, he pulled out two rubber gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber baseball glove made Roxy jolted in veneration. With limited force field of imagination, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingers 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.

"Hold on."the other guy said. After some clanking of metals, the guy came to his side."motion away doc, might get a little messy."

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

Her dickhead soon puckered, giving ledger entry to the round target. A sharp pain rippled through her consistence. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon prepare out the curved shape length attached to the round ball.

The aim inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to fight against the pull but with her delicate asshole on the occupation, she had no alternative but to bind. Once she was pulled twit between the simplicity on her legs and some sort of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather crownwork walked into her view. His hand was holding a circle which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the bench she was on.

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

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

Securely edge, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his touch incurred no drift. To make sure enough she was truly secured, he smacked the rear of the speculum and hammered the pliant implement into her pussy. Such a force out would have a woman leaped out of the gynecology chair in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A midget voice inside him told him to shove the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her cunt remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to encounter a tool. His shaft stirred and hardened again at the persuasion. Five years in the field, he had never once had an erection during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 second. This was haywire. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a recondite breath to calm his heart. He needed to center on his job. He opened the speculum. Her kitty-cat parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one script, he took the pair of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The former guy turned his cell's camera lighter on and shone the beam into her parted pussy. After angling it a few prison term, the light finally revealed a tiny red string at her cervix. With the flip-flop, Genteel man grabbed the end of the drawing string and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the tiny opening.

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

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

"She will go back to her common cycle 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. shaft and cum."the early guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of that kitty-cat ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a gruff voice."I think she's going to have got sight of shaft today. You have quite a mathematical group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an engagement later."

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

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the door. He silently wished the fair sex well destiny for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do change your mind, doc, you can always make out back."the other guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll receive your pecker. Am I right, Roxy ?"

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

The door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden shiver down her rachis. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of fourth dimension when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no amount of pleading would save her.

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

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

The man crouched in front man of her and cast her an evil grin."Oh, you can hold 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 stare blankly at the man as her facial expression paled.

"At a rate of 150 dollars per fuck,"he then placed his backtalk over her ear,"how many ass 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 dollar sign out of your body."he took a deep breath of her hair."With 15 per centum pastime. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his words. She didn't need to recognize maths to feel out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .