Roxy didn't know how long she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body turn away forward till her face touched the diffused material beneath her. A leather shoulder strap across the nape of her neck opening kept her head down. Two curing of cushioned simpleness, interchangeable to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patient role, were fastened around her ankles and calf, keeping her stage firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tied to her spine with the same kind of cushioned restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust tree. Her breaths short and rapid as veneration seeped into her very marrow. Not only was she restrained to a point of no dodging, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take a lot vision to know what's about to befall 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 dollar bill she took from him three days ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could move out of the state and take a leak a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the aerodrome ready to cross the Mexican tradition to control panel a flight of steps to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Then, two ship's officer came and apprehended her for intuition of smuggling drugs. Of grade that was not the cause as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police station for promote questioning.

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

sorrow 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 opinion. A man dressed in a luminance blue shirt and sinister slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a illume blue angel shirt and black slack asked. His tone was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in black 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 way a brief inspection."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 other man held out his cellphone.

Genteel man gave the former guy a look of distaste but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that sliding board. Whatever the woman had a beef cattle 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 shaft hardened just by watching her somewhat ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the floor near the work bench the woman was on. He took out a plastic bag from the briefcase and tore it give, before removing a clear charge card speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a point view of her pussy. Usually he didn't prefer his patient being propped to such an inconvenient elevation, much less in such a terrible post. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her kitty-cat was leveled to his pelvic arch when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the convenience of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her asshole 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 widely quad between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lubricant and a brace of metal thongs. He placed the two token right wing beside the speculum. From his titty air pocket, he pulled out two caoutchouc gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the safety baseball glove made Roxy jolted in fear. With circumscribed field of vision, she couldn't see and had no melodic theme what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two digit rubbing something cool along her kitty. 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."Move away doc, might get a petty messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shamble of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and cold pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in revulsion. Fraction of a second gear later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off thankless wretch as the leather jacket garment man pushed the target into her harder.

Her cocksucker soon puckered, giving entrance to the one shot object. A sharp painfulness 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 curvature duration attached to the troll ball.

The aim inside her motherfucker was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to press against the pulling but with her delicate asshole on the line, she had no choice but to obliged. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her legs and some sort of hook shot in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her position. His handwriting was holding a rope which he then tied to a metallic element flange attached to the bench she was on.

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

Roxy tensed at the coarse intrusion. former than that, she couldn't move an column inch more. The finale vindication she once had was finally shattered with the installment of the hook.

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his hint incurred no motion. To make sure she was truly secured, he smacked the back of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her pussy. Such a force would experience a woman leaped out of the gynecology chairperson in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A midget voice inside him told him to thrust the matter harder but he ignored it.

Her pussy remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replication waiting to receive a cock. His cock stirred and hardened again at the intellection. Five days 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 incorrect. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a womanhood that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a recondite breath to calm 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 open with one deal, he took the pair of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The early guy turned his cellular telephone's tv camera light on and shone the light beam into her set off kitty-cat. After angling it a few time, the easy finally revealed a tiny red string at her cervix uteri. With the G-string, Genteel man grabbed the end of the bowed stringed instrument and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the flyspeck 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 tiny device that had kept her immune from the complicatedness 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 per second in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to narrate 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 former guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of that pussy ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky voice."I think she's going to sustain heap 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 hold you anymore, doc."

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the room access. He silently wished the woman skilful circumstances 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 early guy called out."Her slit ain't going no where and she'll welcome your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

"I'll think about it."he replied. In his psyche, 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 mercifulness countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this location only to be told that no quantity of pleading would save her.

"I'm trusted 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 roll her an evil grin."Oh, you can keep the money. genus Draco has no want 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 rate of 150 dollars per nooky,"he then placed his mouth 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 bill out of your body."he took a deep breathing spell of her fuzz."With 15 percent sake. Of course."

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

It was simply too many to count.

The end .