Roxy didn't know how long she had been in this positioning. She was on her knees and her physical structure bow forward till her case touched the soft material beneath her. A leather strap across the nape of her neck opening kept her head word down. Two sets of cushioned chasteness, like to those used in a mental creation for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankle joint and calves, keeping her pegleg firmly anchored to the ground. Her hands her tied to her back with the same variety of buffer restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiousness flooded her torso like a swarm of locust. Her breaths short and speedy as fear seeped into her very core group. Not only was she restrained to a point of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really take much imagination to know what's about to happen to her. After all, she did steal from genus Draco, the rising annulus leader of the Stonehenge, a powerful 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 move out of the country and make a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hours ago, she was at the airport ready to spoil the Mexican usage to board a flight to France. Then, two police officer came and apprehended her for misgiving of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the showcase as she was never searched nor was she brought to the police force place for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned storage warehouse far away from culture and manhandled by three animal. transactions later, she was stripped bare and limit into this disgracing posture.

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

Suddenly, the opening of the doorway pulled her out of her thoughts. A man dressed in a light blueing shirt and smuggled slack water, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light Amytal 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 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 abbreviated inspection."Not the most hygiene of places I've been to. And the ignition 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 looking of distaste but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that slide. Whatever the woman 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 disgraceful position. His dick hardened just by watching her middling ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the storey near the terrace the adult female was on. He took out a charge plate bag from the briefcase and tore it outdoors, before removing a unmortgaged plastic speculum from it.

Since the charwoman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a leveled view of her pussy. Usually he didn't prefer his patient being propped to such an inconvenient meridian, much less in such a terrible situation. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The height of her cunt was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the contrivance of the men that were going to have sex her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would meet the same fortune before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the wide distance between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lube and a pair of metallic element thongs. He placed the two point right beside the speculum. From his titty pocket, he pulled out two caoutchouc gloves and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in fear. With define field of view of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two digit rubbing something cool along her cunt. 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.

"custody on."the early guy said. After some clanking of alloy, the guy came to his side."motion away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shuffling of invertebrate foot as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something circle and cold pressed against her asshole. Her eubstance instantly tensed in revulsion. Fraction of a endorsement later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off thankless wretch as the leather jacket clothed man pushed the object into her harder.

Her cocksucker soon puckered, giving ingress to the round object. A sharp pain rippled through her body. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the objective deeper into her and she could soon make out the curved shape length attached to the round ball.

The physical object inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to press against the puff but with her delicate asshole on the channel, she had no pick but to obligate. Once she was pulled taunt between the restraints on her ramification and some sort of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her opinion. His bridge player 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 lubricated pussy.

Roxy tensed at the harsh intrusion. Other than that, she couldn't move an in more. The cobbler's last defence she once had was finally shattered with the installation of the hook.

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This time, his touch incurred no apparent movement. To pretend indisputable she was truly secure, he smacked the book binding of the speculum and hammered the formative implement into her pussy. Such a personnel would have a woman leaped out of the gynecology death chair in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A petite voice inside him told him to squeeze the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her pussycat remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to receive a rooster. His hammer stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five years in the playing 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 woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a abstruse breathing space to calm his mettle. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her twat parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum subject with one handwriting, he took the pair of G-string with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's camera light on and reflect the beam into her set forth pussy. After angling it a few meter, the light finally revealed a tiny red cosmic string at her cervix. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the twine and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindric 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 lilliputian 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 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. Cock and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a spell of that puss ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a hoarse voice."I think she's going to bear 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."

"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 woman skilful luck 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 early guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll welcome your tool. Am I right, Roxy ?"

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

The threshold was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her backbone. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for clemency countless of meter when she was forcefully manhandled into this post only to be told that no sum of pleading would save her.

"I'm sure you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket crown 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 evil smile."Oh, you can hold the money. genus 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 face paled.

"At a rate of 150 buck per nooky,"he then placed his backtalk over her ear,"how many fucking 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 have it away the one million dollars out of your body."he took a deep breather of her hair's-breadth."With 15 per centum pastime. Of course."

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

It was simply too many to count.

The end .