Roxy didn't get laid how long she had been in this position. She was on her articulatio genus and her body crouch forward till her face touched the mild cloth beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck kept her foreland down. Two stage set of soften restraints, exchangeable to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patient, were fastened around her ankles and calves, keeping her ramification firmly anchored to the solid ground. Her hands her tied to her cover with the Lapp sort of cushioned restraint.

Her pith was pounding as anxiety flooded her soundbox like a horde of locust. Her breaths shortly and rapid as care seeped into her very core group. Not only was she restrained to a head of no escape cock, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really engage much imagination to know what's about to happen to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising ring leader of the Stonehenge, a muscular drug combine. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed genus Draco without getting off unscathed.

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

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three minute ago, she was at the airport ready to cross the Mexican custom to board a flight of steps to France. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for suspicion of smuggling drugs. Of grade that was not the casing 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 animate being. Minutes later, she was stripped bare and bounce into this disgracing posture.

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

Suddenly, the porta of the room access pulled her out of her thought. A man dressed in a light blue angel shirt and black slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light blue shirt and black morass asked. His spirit was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black leather jacket and denim, 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 abbreviated inspection."Not the most hygiene of home I've been to. And the firing is poor."

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

Genteel man gave the other guy a looking at of distaste but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that microscope slide. Whatever the womanhood had a beef 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 locating. His cock hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the storey near the bench the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it unfastened, before removing a realize plastic speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a charge view of her pussy. Usually he didn't prefer his patient being propped to such an inconvenient stature, much less in such a terrible place. 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 public toilet of the men that were going to have it away her. He briefly wondered if her prick would meet the like destiny before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide blank space between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lubricant and a duet of metal G-string. He placed the two item properly beside the speculum. From his knocker air hole, he pulled out two safety boxing glove and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in veneration. With define field of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingers rubbing something assuredness along her pussy. She jerked away from the signature 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 alloy, the guy came to his incline."Move away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shuffling of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something circle and coldness pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in revulsion. Fraction of a second later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather cap clad man pushed the objective into her harder.

Her dickhead soon puckered, giving introduction to the one shot object. A sharp pain rippled through her consistency. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the objective deeper into her and she could soon gain out the curve length attached to the troll ball.

The target inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to struggle against the puff but with her delicate asshole on the line, she had no selection but to compel. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her legs and some sort of claw 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 bench she was on.

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

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

Securely bounds, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his touch incurred no movement. To cook certainly she was truly batten, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the fictile implement into her pussy. Such a force would take in a adult female leaped out of the gynecology chair in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxuriousness. A midget voice inside him told him to shove the matter harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to find a peter. His cock stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five years in the battleground, 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 charwoman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deep breath to cool off his face. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussycat parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her supplication only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum undetermined with one mitt, he took the brace of lash with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellular telephone's camera luminousness on and shone the beam into her parted snatch. After angling it a few times, the clean finally revealed a tiny red string at her cervix. With the lash, Genteel man grabbed the end of the twine and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindric rod poked out of the petite opening.

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

Roxy's human face paled. They had just removed her IUD, a flyspeck device that had kept her immune from the complication of gestation. 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 state you to use security to annul STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

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

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

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an appointment later."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sure 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 front of her and cast her an iniquity grin."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no need for the million clam you stole. But no one should get that a lot of money without working, am I right ?"

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

"At a rate of 150 dollar bill per fuck,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many fucks do you remember 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 have sex the one million dollar bill out of your body."he took a cryptic breather of her whisker."With 15 per centum interest. Of course."

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

It was simply too many to count.

The end .