Roxy didn't know how long she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body dented forward till her face touched the subdued material beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her cervix kept her straits down. Two solidification of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and calves, keeping her legs firmly anchored to the priming. Her hands her tied to her binding with the same sort of cushioned restraint.

Her nub was pounding as anxiousness flooded her dead body like a drove of locust tree. Her breaths short and rapid as veneration seeped into her very magnetic core. Not only was she restrained to a decimal point of no flight, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really study a great deal imaginativeness to know what's about to come about to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a mighty drug trust. He was as remorseless 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 one dollar bill she took from him three solar day ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could act out of the state and induce a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hour ago, she was at the airport ready to bilk the Mexican custom to control board a flying to France. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for intuition of smuggling drugs. Of row that was not the case as she was never searched nor was she brought to the law post for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned warehouse far away from civilisation 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 opening of the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a light blue shirt and black slump, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light wild blue yonder shirt and blackness quag asked. His look was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in dark 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 legal brief inspection."Not the most hygiene of piazza I've been to. And the kindling 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 aversion but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that microscope slide. Whatever the woman had a boeuf 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 scandalous position. His stopcock hardened just by watching her jolly ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the story near the terrace the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it open, before removing a make plastic speculum from it.

Since the adult female was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a leveled view of her puss. Usually he didn't prefer his affected role being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible berth. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The elevation of her pussycat was leveled to his rose hip when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the public toilet of the men that were going to screw her. He briefly wondered if her prick would meet the same fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide outer space between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a metro of lubricant and a duet of metal thong. He placed the two item right beside the speculum. From his breast pocket, he pulled out two natural rubber mitt and snapped it on.

The snapping of the India rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in care. With set field of vision, 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 speck 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 metallic element, the guy came to his position."motion away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could get wind the shambling of metrical foot as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something one shot and frigidness pressed against her bastard. Her body instantly tensed in repulsion. Fraction of a indorse later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ungrateful person as the leather jacket cloak man pushed the aim into her harder.

Her bunghole soon puckered, giving unveiling to the round of golf objective. A knifelike infliction rippled through her torso. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the physical object deeper into her and she could soon make out the breaking ball length attached to the one shot ball.

The object inside her bastard was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to fight against the twist but with her frail dickhead on the air, she had no choice but to hold. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her branch and some kind of hook in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her opinion. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the bench she was on.

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

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

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This fourth dimension, his touching incurred no movement. To pee sure she was truly secured, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her slit. Such a strength would induce a fair sex leaped out of the gynaecology chair in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A flyspeck voice inside him told him to jostle the matter harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into lieu like a motionless sex replica waiting to receive a stopcock. His cock stirred and hardened again at the intellection. Five eld 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 legal injury. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deep hint to still his mettle. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her supplication only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum subject with one paw, he took the pair of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's camera light on and shone the radio beam into her parted pussy. After angling it a few time, the light finally revealed a tiny red drawing string at her cervix. With the lash, Genteel man grabbed the end of the string and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the diminutive opening.

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

Roxy's typeface paled. They had just removed her IUD, a bantam gimmick that had kept her immune from the complications of maternity. 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 usual cycle in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to tell you to use protection to head off STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

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

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a beefy interpreter."I think she's going to possess plenty of cocks today. You have quite a group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an fitting 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 charwoman upright chance for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do change your mind, doc, you can always fall back."the other 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 door was closed and Roxy felt a sudden pall down her vertebral column. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of prison term when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no amount of pleading would carry through her.

"I'm certainly you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket asked with a coldness 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 open the money. Draco has no need 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 gaze blankly at the man as her side paled.

"At a rate of 150 buck per fuck,"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 dollar sign out of your body."he took a deep hint of her hair's-breadth."With 15 per centum pastime. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his discussion. She didn't need to experience math to find out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .