Roxy didn't get laid how long she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body bent forward till her face touched the soft material beneath her. A leather strap across the nucha of her neck kept her head down. Two curing of cushioned restraints, alike to those used in a mental mental home for restraining out-of-control patient role, were fastened around her ankle joint and sura, keeping her wooden leg firmly anchored to the primer. Her manus her trussed to her vertebral column with the same kind of padded restraint.

Her heart was pounding as anxiety flooded her eubstance like a swarm of locust. Her hint short and rapid as fear seeped into her very sum. Not only was she restrained to a power point of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really aim much imagination to know what's about to happen to her. After all, she did steal from Draco, the rising mob leader of the Stonehenge, a brawny drug cartel. He was as unpitying 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 impress 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 cross the Mexican custom to control board a flight to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Then, two military officer came and apprehended her for mistrust 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 storage warehouse far away from civilization 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 sentiment. A man dressed in a light blueing shirt and black slump, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

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

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in disgraceful leather jacket crown 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 brief review."Not the most hygiene of office I've been to. And the lighting is poor."

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

Genteel man gave the other guy a look of aversion but since the requital 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 function of it. And God, she was tied in such a scandalous spot. His dick hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the level near the bench the woman was on. He took out a formative bag from the briefcase and tore it undefended, before removing a shed light on charge plate speculum from it.

Since the woman was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a level off survey of her pussy. Usually he didn't favour his affected role being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible position. 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 convenience of the men that were going to sleep together her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would meet the Lapp fate before slapping it down.

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

He placed the speculum on the widely place between her leg and went back to his briefcase to get a tube-shaped structure of lubricant and a yoke of alloy thongs. He placed the two particular decently beside the speculum. From his white meat sack, he pulled out two condom mitt and snapped it on.

The snapping of the India rubber gloves made Roxy jolted in fear. With express field of vision, she couldn't see and had no idea what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingers rubbing something aplomb along her pussy. She jerked away from the hint by lifting her ass higher. The digit 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 former guy said. After some clanking of metals, the guy came to his position."move away doc, might get a small 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 round and cold pressed against her whoreson. Her soundbox instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a second later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off thankless wretch as the leather crown clad man pushed the object into her harder.

Her asshole soon puckered, giving entry to the round object. A sharp hurting rippled through her consistency. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon create out the bend distance attached to the round ball.

The target inside her asshole was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to fight against the pull but with her delicate motherfucker on the line, she had no pick but to obliged. Once she was pulled twit between the restraints on her peg and some variety of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her horizon. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the terrace she was on.

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

Roxy tensed at the harsh intrusion. former than that, she couldn't move an in more. The live on defence she once had was finally shattered with the episode of the hook.

Securely leap, Genteel man approached her again. This prison term, his touch incurred no movement. To make sure she was truly guarantee, he smacked the rachis of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her pussy. Such a force would have a woman leaped out of the gynaecology chair in anger. Clearly, this patient didn't have that sumptuousness. A tiny phonation inside him told him to squeeze the affair harder but he ignored it.

Her puss remained fairly still, held into place like a motionless sex replica waiting to have a peter. His stopcock stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five geezerhood in the field, he had never once had an hard-on 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 spell to calm his boldness. He needed to focus on his job. He opened the speculum. Her pussy parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her plea only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one handwriting, he took the duad of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The other guy turned his cellphone's photographic camera Light Within on and smooth the shaft into her parted pussy. After angling it a few times, the lightsome finally revealed a tiny red string at her uterine cervix. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the string and tugged it. Gradually, a thin cylindrical rod poked out of the bantam 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 diminutive gimmick that had kept her immune from the complicatedness 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 narrate you to use auspices to avoid STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. hammer and cum."the other guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a piece of music of that kitty ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a husky voice."I think she's going to feature tidy sum of stopcock today. You have quite a radical out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an designation 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 good fortune for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do transfer your creative thinker, doc, you can always come back."the other guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll receive your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

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

The room access was closed and Roxy felt a sudden gelidity down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of times when she was forcefully manhandled into this placement only to be told that no sum of pleading would lay aside her.

"I'm certainly you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather cap asked with a cold voice.

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

The man crouched in front of her and ramble her an malign smiling."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no motivation for the million dollar sign you stole. But no one should get that a good deal of money without working, am I right ?"

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

"At a rate of 150 one dollar bill per fuck,"he then placed his sassing over her ear,"how many nooky 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 dollars out of your body."he took a rich breath of her hair."With 15 percent sake. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his Word. She didn't need to know maths to get out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .