banker's bill : This story includes non-consensual sex, intimate thralldom, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these infliction you, please skip this story.

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My figure is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the mankind, or at to the lowest degree seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim down figure, nice boobs, long blonde pilus, and a reasonably face. During college, I modeled part time, making good money, to pay for college and provide a nestle egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a imaginativeness, and I saw potentials for new theme and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very smart, capable people around me. I needed a team, because as up to as I was, I knew I could not do it all myself. I had a vision for a web app, unlike anything else on the market. I knew this app would afford new cosmos for people, if done right. I had a sight for how it should look, what it should do, how the user interface should be.

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about code. I found people who could do this and used my cuddle egg from modeling to pay the great unwashed to work my visual modality into world. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could afford at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had eminent expectations and when multitude fell short I let them know it. If I had been a man, I'd have been admired and set up as some kind of role poser. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful citizenry in the technical school world. But because I was a adult female, I was a bitch.

My basic assumption was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept sole possession of the clientele. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to second guess me or have the world power to undercut my determination. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to property we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the meter we released it, my money was about gone. I could maintain paying citizenry as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the spot most of the time anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of backtalk. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in receipts, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a common problem in some tech rollouts, monetizing your success. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fire, but the segment we created began to draw in the attention of some much bigger caller. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and hold construction for another six month, we'd be a John Roy Major success.

percentage of that meant defending our greensward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our market and client. That meant continuing to raise the product, even as we tried to champion our market share. With our cash berth, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech hulk, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to sell, but wasn't sure we'd be the winner I wanted if I didn't. depend at the society that opened new things only to get beat by other companionship that left them in the dust. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another pioneer who got beat at their own secret plan. So when they came in and offered me cash for my company, I had to consider it.

I knew this party had the technical resources and financial clout nail to have a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the troupe. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still other ideas that were floating around in my head. They were pretty hard nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my market segment and bear on ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 days of very heavy piece of work. I negotiated in secret, with only the company lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to make certain everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign up a personal services contract to provide marketing and promotional divine service for the party after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to take the air away and let them run it any way they wanted to. They said they'd pay for that, not that the money meant that much, if I'd have $ 250 million in the banking concern - before taxation of row. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal Service contract bridge. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, hold this out thoroughly. I don't really like this and don't want anything that's going to bite me on the ass later."

"Sure thing, boss."

Do you believe your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was very well, that there would be no awful surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how yearn I could keep making payroll with the way the John Cash was coming. Without continued promotion, my market place share would start to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling line, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an write up at a Swiss savings bank at that time. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their camber. I insisted that at the ending, the funds be wired to my Swiss people coin bank invoice. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the ending at a very exclusive condo, just outside town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condominium was very nice, but a bit odd - a voluptuary living room, but a bingle bedroom and bathroom. The building had key access only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a dainty mesa and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two execs from the troupe buying my company. I had to ratify the physician in eight places, and told them I'd mark seven only, until they had wired the money to my camber. They weren't well-chosen about that, but agreed. I used my telephone set to turn back and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

"fountainhead, gentlemen, you now have a company."

They looked at each other, had little cynical smiles, and replied.

"Plus side benefits, as it were."

"Side welfare ? What the sin are you talking about ?"

At that, I felt something close around my neck opening. I felt and it seemed to be some sorting of metal taking into custody. I felt around it and couldn't find any freeing, and was pissed.

"What the hell is this ? Get this matter off me !"

"fountainhead, you now have a personal avail contract with us. You'll find that is a part of the contract."

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the mortal who had put the shoe collar on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some damned collar ?"

"That's why I put it on you."

"I thought you were working for me, looking out for my interests."

"I look out for my own involvement first. Let's just say they made me a very nice offer to keep you incognizant of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a rotten bitch to me and everyone else at that caller for a longsighted darned time."

"I've tried to be average to you."

"Tried to be comely to us ? You've pushed us, humiliated us in public, and demeaned us, while working us almost to death."

"I worked myself just as hard."

"But you walk away with millions, while we're prosperous if they let us continue to birth a job."

"I don't have to put up with this. I'm leaving."

The two execs looked at each early and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the threshold to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt severe electric jar going through my body. It was from the taking into custody, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the shock absorber running through my physical structure, until Joe hauled me back into the condo and shut the door.

"You will be staying in this condo during the term of your personal services contract."

"How long was that contract ?"

"Phoebe years."

"You have to be kidding. Five age ? I'm stuck in this place for five days ?"

"Unless we choose to allow you out for some intellect, exactly."

"What about my clothes ? food for thought ? Anything else ?"

"Since you mention it, you need to go ahead and bump off your clothes."

"No fucking way."

"We have the substance of punishing you with that apprehension, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a slight tingling from the shoe collar. I looked at them and they had big grins on their faces.

"That is just to let you cognize. Do you really want us to zigzag it up to pain levels ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of people and now you get more than than a preference of revilement and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

"Why did you let them do this to me ?"

"Money and a chance to take part in your humiliation."

"sufficiency stalling. You need to hit your wear - now."

I felt the tingle increase, but still short circuit of echt annoyance levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not want another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a cap, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high gear heels and set them on the professorship as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the clitoris above the side zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to carry on. I unzipped the doll and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you ? You bastards."

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and bastards. keep on going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my whiteness long arm top. It did not button all the way to my neck opening, but I did not let any cleavage showing. I felt I was well past having to blink a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the forepart unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuff on the sleeve and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could throw me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chair and stood there in bra and panty with my implements of war crossed, tapping my foot against the flooring. One of the White House had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you ask ?"

"I expect you to hit your bra. That's what I expect."

I glared at him and felt another slight tingle from the leash. Somehow, I would observe a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the interim, I had fiddling choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it strike forward off my shoulder joint, baring my c-cup boobs. I was embarrassed to find my pap hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and noncompliant as I placed my bra across the Saame chair. I put my hands on my hips, not even attempting to get over or hide out my dummy. I didn't want to give them the delight of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one EXEC smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. Firm, no sag. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

Here I was standing as they commented on my body as if I was car, planetary house, or particularly juicy meal.

"All right, let's cultivation this and remove the scanty. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the floor and put them with my other dress. I noticed that the panties were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the view that I might be turned on by being forced to disrobe for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So have you had your fun now ?"

"My dear Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will continue for quite a while."

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

"Don't enquiry it, just do it."

I felt the taking into custody tingling again, so I dropped down to my human knee. Joe walked over and stood in straw man of me. One of the execs rung again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do expect you to."

I was getting pissed. They'd already taken this far beyond what I'd have expected, if they were simply trying to chagrin me. I unzipped Joe's pant, and looked up to see the smutty smile I could ever have expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me discourage you, if you hurt him in any way, the pain you felt going out that door will be zilch compared to what you'll feel in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that a great deal worse. I didn't even want to take care at Joe's aspect as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the probability to exact part in this. I could hardly believe it. I was hard on my citizenry, including Joe, but I never felt I was unjust. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this blessed leash, I felt like I had little pick but to do what they said. I pulled out his shit and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my mitt. I turned to look at one of the EXEC and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humble me, but they were going to observe picture evidence of it as well.

My dog collar tingled again, so I took the head of his cock between my lips, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could savour a little of Joe's precum on the end of his tool as I did. I decided to generate them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my oral fissure, a short deeper this time while stroking the balance of it with my handwriting. Joe moaned and grabbed the binding of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my sassing, getting deeply than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what little I could with my sassing, spit and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my other hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one manus to try to stroke him and maintain him from shoving too much of the dick down my throat.

I was struggling to take a breath as Joe pulled my head as close to him as he could and came with a enceinte blowup into my mouthpiece and throat. I tried to swallow, so I didn't choke on his pecker and his cum, though it took a couple of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my head and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

As I began to breathe normally again, I stood up and faced the EXEC.

"So you've had your little thrills. You made me landing strip and suck off person on television camera. Do you experience all felicitous inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year declaration. This is just the beginning - just the first sunup of the kickoff day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more prick before your contract is up."

"That's prostitution. That's illegal. You can't do that."

"Actually we can. First, the damage of our declaration obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual services. indorsement, we passed some money to some people and got a waiver in the prostitution laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to bear me give suck hoi polloi off for the next five years ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, puss and ass. You are now our companionship whore."

"Why ? Couldn't you do that a whole lot cheaper ?"Why me ?"

"You pissed off a lot of people - in and out of your party. And when you sold out, you got it all - they got nothing."

"They've been getting a salary."

"Now they're going to get more. forebode it a retention bonus, and a chance to get back at the fair sex who has fucked them over for all these years."

"Look, I have money from the cut-rate sale. I'll share it. What do you require for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't thing if you offered us the hale $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's retribution for all the years of being a romping stomping bitch."

"No. please."

"I think Joe wants something more, don't you, Joe ?"

I turned to see that Joe had removed all his clothes and was standing there with his hammer as hard as ever.

"Now I want to fuck you. Lie down and spread those legs."

I turned to the two EXEC, who smiled and I felt the collar tingling again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the trading floor and propagate my legs. My snatch was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the EXEC commented.

"We'll have you shave that cunt once Joe is completely finished. Have to keep things neater."

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my tit. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could feel myself getting even wetter between the branch. What was most humiliating about the unscathed thing was that it felt good. My soundbox was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't help it, as he played with my booby, I began moving my rose hip around.

"Slut is really getting into this, isn't she ?"

Joe began to go down on on one boob as he played with the other one and ran his other hand down to my snatch. It was hard to even keep track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My nipples were just about as toilsome as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meanwhile, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the backtalk, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my articulatio coxae as well. I could feel my juice gushing out of my twat as he played with me. Joe took his midriff digit and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index fingerbreadth to play with my clitoris.

I had not had time for a devotee or young man since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a longsighted clock time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guy cable I'd been with, just were not all that great and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the consultation, immodesty, and abasement, turned me on to a greater extent than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to explode as Joe pulled his finger away and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.

"beef, you can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to screw me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could sense the heat energy rising through my dead body as he plunged his prick as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was prostitution, or even whether it was some sort of weird payback, I wanted Joe to fuck me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could feel my slit reduce around his cock, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the best orgasm of my life building up, and I came, losing body control and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my optic closed, gasping and trying to enchant my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his cock twitch and spurting deep in my cunt.

"Damn, cunt. I think you enjoyed that more than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his SOB slowly wilting.

"Damn, hombre, that was worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the chance to do that."

The EXEC smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more than ?"

"Yeah, but I need a chance to recover from that first. Girl, clean me up."

Joe pulled my head down toward his groin. I didn't even fight it at this point in time. I went down there and began sucking on his pecker and cleaning my succus and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my backtalk earlier, but now could sample myself on his from the piece of ass we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get laborious again.

"okeh, girlfriend. Hands and articulatio genus - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knee joint, still almost stunned by it all. He had me strike my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head of his hawkshaw against my asshole, and I realized he was going to make out my ass too.

"Oh, no."

I began to list forward, away from him. He grabbed my pelvic girdle firmly and pulled me back to him.

"fille, you do whatever I want, when I want. Understand ?"

I just nodded as he eased the header of his cock just inside my arsehole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lube was my saliva and whatever of my juices remained on his prick. He took it easy though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a little farther each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his coxa firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, but the farther along he went, the respectable it felt. After a few minutes, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as good as when he fucked my kitty, but I still enjoyed it, and I was well-chosen when he finally shot his load oceanic abyss in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to pass water him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the floor, with his cum dripping out of my kitty-cat and my ass. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and set forth to put his dress back on. I just lay there, trying to recover from it all.

"So Joe, are you glad with what you got ?"

"Shit, yes. Almost worth all the grief I put up with for the last few years."

"You think she'll do, then ?"

"Yeah, but you need to ingest her use a bum nag to stretch that ass out a bit. A minuscule too taut for comfort."

"OK, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and plane that pussy. You'll have another client in an hour or so."

I got up and looked around and my wearing apparel were not on the chair where I'd put them. I saw a wad of clothing on top of the briefcase of one of the execs.

"My clothes ?"

"You aren't going to need them. You won't need any clothes for any services you provide for a foresightful time."

The exec picked up my dress with his briefcase, and tucked it all under his arm.

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to bust them, and what's the point ?"

"What about food ?"

"We'll have meals brought to you a couple times a day. You won't go hungry, and you don't need to leave."

"What can I look, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to fuck. Most times, your nights will be your own."

"So I'm here as your cocotte for the next five years ?"

"That was the condition, but we could renegotiate for a longer period."

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention fillip for many of your quondam employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turning. We will also get you entertain sure clients and subcontractors. Don't vexation. You'll have passel to celebrate you busy."

Not only had I gotten roll in the hay, I was going to get fucked a lot More, and my quondam employees watched it all.

"Please reconsider. I don't want to be the company whore."

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the hell on earth out of it as Joe fucked you."

"Joe got his revenge. My employees saw me humiliated. Isn't that enough ?"

Joe was dressed and they were all heading toward the door.

"Get cleaned up and plane that cunt. Someone else is coming. And there's lubricant in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the door, carrying my clothes, and closed the door behind them. I went in the john and showered. I washed out my kitty and ass as Best I could. I had an implant that had about three year of life history left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting pregnant.

Five years of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple shag by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me free, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 sentence or so. The outlook scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The dainty matter was, I'd likely have prison term to try to project something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an clyster, then shaved my kitty-cat and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming next, but it would likely be Thomas More of what Joe did. As many as all three holes, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still too soon in the day, they'd probably have two to a greater extent after him.

I looked in the W.C., and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could forecast out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to regain some clothes somewhere. Then I'd have to figure out how to get out of the building. How do I get ID, and how do I get where they can't get at me ? slew of job to lick, but I was always good at solving problems.

A fiddling later, I got a visit from statute mile, who had been my gaffer information military officer. He was my adjacent client and seemed to relish the chance to bed me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

"How the mighty have fallen. You can't ideate how good this makes me feel."

"Nice to bonk you can get so lots delight from someone else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy having Joe nookie you."

"You think, given the chance, that I wouldn't walk out of here right now ?"

"That's why you aren't being given the prospect. On your mitt and genu, cunt."

"There's lubricant in the table."

"We're just doing doggie style, but if you're honest, maybe I'll use lube before I fuck your ass."

sea mile came behind me and started putting his fingers in my pussy. I was surprised that I was already wet.

"shit, girlie. Looks like you're ready for me already."

Miles took his cock and eased it into my snatch. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly gentle. As he got it all the way in me, I moaned.

"You talk like you don't want this, but you act like you really do."

stat mi leaned forward and began playing with my boob as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My intellect was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me before. I guess it was the slant, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no preliminaries, no real number consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a long clock time ? I didn't know and couldn't really cypher it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my tit and pulled my hips tight, shoved his twinge trench in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to range my aspect and put his partly deflated shaft to my mouth.

"okey girlie, clean it off."

My branch were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouth as deep as I could. Miles drove the natural action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and thrust his cock until it hit the back of my pharynx. I had no ascendancy at all as he fucked my verbalize firmly and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his screw, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as mystifying as he had been, so I gasped for air and swallowed what seemed like a dry quart of cum. When he was done spurting, he pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me.

"Damn girlie. They said this was a bonus. I need to forecast out what to do to get more of these bonuses."

"Sounds like they plan to realize a lot of use of me, so you'll in all probability get another chance before too long."

"And your pussy is just aching to suffer my tool back in it again."

"dungeon in mind, I'm just here as a sporting lady. Do you really think a bawd gives a horseshit about her client ?"

"I was going to fuck your kitty, but after that, I'm going to take your ass. Where's the lube ?'

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in place, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hired man and knees and raised my ass in the air as I heard him open the drawer. I could smell the lubricant as he lubed up his cock. He took a finger with lubricator on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his tool in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to suit him.

"That is one miserly ass, girlie. I'm glad they gave me that blue oral contraceptive. I'd never have gotten it up this many meter and this fasting without it."

mil fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything former than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just finely with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest time before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to proceed fucking my ass all day. He came with bully spurt in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparedness for whoever showed up adjacent. I did have four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top masses in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the society roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the company roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the leash, which had some kind of lock on. No swell shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some sort of round lock like in vending machines, so there was no want to put a key very far in. I knew a little about locks, but had no hint how one might even try to pick this curl. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a youth latina woman who brought meals twice a day. She quickly made it bring in that she would not help me.

"They tell me, I help you get out, I take your place and I have to fuck those men. No, no, no."

Several weeks into it, my guest was a young programmer. Smart kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to seduce me experience unspoiled before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my boobs. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my boobs over until I had an orgasm. My soundbox always seemed to bask the sex, but I often did not have climax. After I came, Saul of Tarsus got on me missionary style and eased his prick into me.

As he fucked me, Paul told me how wonderful I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he signify it.

"God, Stephanie. You're beautiful. I wish you could be mine and mine alone."

"Even after I've fucked so many bozo in the companionship ?"

"Even so."

After he came, Apostle of the Gentiles rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike virtually of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't tending about fucking my ass. Saint Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to jazz him. Saul kissed me and played with my pinhead and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly think how sweet he was. I almost wished he was my exclusively lover.

We did have it away a third metre, missional mode again, and as he came he spent a tenacious time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one to a greater extent client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Saint Paul had been the last, I might have invited him to abide with me. No one in the three calendar month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Saint Paul, they told me there was a special event. They put astray padded leather straps on my radiocarpal joint and ankle and fastened my radiocarpal joint behind my back. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the certificate arrangement had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the nominal head door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted windowpane. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either side of me in the back seat. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another elevator, which took us to offices of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the offices to a large meeting room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an unusual table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the troupe and sold it, taking all the return for herself. To cook up for all the greed and ill treatment of the stave, she has been providing table service, mostly to the senior staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my naked body. I knew most of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and roll in the hay, and they must bear heard about the ‘ bonus'for some staff.

"Now it's meter to repay some of the to a greater extent junior stave, but we're doing that in a slightly different way."

With that, the other man unhooked my paw from behind my back and the two men each took a hand, bent me over and fastened the carpus straps to hooks in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the mortise joint straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a short incentive from Stephanie - either her ass or her puss, whichever you prefer. We have lube here for those who prefer the ass."

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty five men in a get together room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to charge over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely nothing I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to assemble around me.

They hooked a mirror on the other English of the table, angled so I could see the human face of each man as he fucked me. I could feel the first man approaching me from behind.

"darn, I've heard about this cunt. I'm just sorry I only get to make out it once."

"We have to occupy it light on her. We don't want to ruin her in one consequence. As it is she'll likely need Day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest shaft I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my slit. He grabbed my hip joint and fucked me hard and rough for various minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear someone else coming.

"Damn that was nice. I want to a greater extent of that shit. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The first three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a brace of ass men. I lost course of it all, I just knew by the prison term it was done, I was sore as the pits and had cum running down my legs from all the piece of ass. When everyone had their guesswork, the men unfastened my wrist joint and ankles. As they straightened me up they had to give me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a deaden fabric and wiped down my pussy, ass, and pegleg, before they led me, still naked back through the situation to the lift. I could hear whoops and holler as I went through the place. What few charwoman were there just judder their mind and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three times during the fucking. I can't be for sure. near of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condo. They put me in the bathing tub. My legs were still watery, and ran water for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several days off, then go back to a convention docket. One of the men said the event had been such a succeeder that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the protection system of rules back on.

The bathing tub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the rawness out. If I had almost gotten used to the pattern routine, I did not require to get used to the gangbangs. trusted enough, they let me have almost a week off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security scheme when they were taking me to a gangbang, but how could I make use of that ?

As it turned out, I was going to get some help. The men kept a tight hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the number one wood turned around and was Saint Paul. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the rachis and removed my wrist joint and mortise joint shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so foresighted since I'd worn anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the collar, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger threshold for me, and I got in. He drove off before the two men could recover from whatever he'd hit them with.

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a while, before he stopped and we switched fomite.

"They have cameras in that parking garage, and I know they'll be looking for that car and both of us already."

"This car ?"

"Belongs to a admirer who's out of town."

"They can't chase us any other way ?"

"I checked as much as I could and couldn't find anything else."

Apostle of the Gentiles drove us close to the Canadian River margin. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

"I have a friend who tells me there are ways and places to get across the border."

"There's a lot More perimeter security now."

"They're mostly concerned about Mexicans crossing into the US, not Americans sneaking into Canada."

We stopped at a cabin oceanic abyss in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. The cabin looked cleanse and comfy. The weather was warm enough that we didn't need a fervor. As we went in the cabin, Alice Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

"Paul, do you understand just how damaged and used I am ?"

"Yes, Stephanie, but I want to be with you anyhow."

"As sweet as you are, after all I've been through, I don't know if I can really enjoy being with any man."

"Please try, and I'll try to be as tender and considerate as I can."

Apostle of the Gentiles led me to a little sleeping room. We sat down on the bed and kissed more until we lay down incline by side and continued kissing.

"I know we had sex before, but you had no pick then. I want you to know you have a alternative now."

"Saul of Tarsus, I owe you so much that you can stimulate any part of me you want, any way you want."

Paul ran his hand over my left breast, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few indorsement, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Saul of Tarsus, I'd ask that you not physically ache me - apart from a few gentle touch. Pretty much anything else is fine. If I change my mind, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each affair you do."

"I know you worn out months letting anyone do whatever they wanted to you. I don't want to be that way."

"Paul, you're a very sweet guy, and I owe you so practically. I don't want to refuse you anything."

"You'll tell me if you don't like something ?"

"I promise."

With that, he resumed touching by chest, which truly did experience wonderful.

"Paul the Apostle, delight take off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my promontory. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his hands back on my bosom. After a couple of minutes, I knew I needed more.

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Paul reached behind me, fumbling a bit before he managed to unhook it. I moved my blazon forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Apostle of the Gentiles took it and placed it where the top was.

"Take off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hands back on my tit. He began squeezing them and tweaking the tit, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right breast. He took the pap between his teeth and gave me just a footling tooth as he sucked on the boob. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his head as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the former boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right tit as he sucked on my go forth one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Saul was the solitary one who paid any attention to trying to constitute me feel dear. He was doing that in spade and before too long, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his hands wandered down my body to my waistline. I grabbed his hand and put it between my peg where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul the Apostle rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his vertebral column and head.

"Saul, please take off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my dead body, kissing as he went down, from my sassing to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my corporation, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the push button at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that domain, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my denim slowly down my legs and off me,

He returned to stroke my slit through my pantie and I lifted my articulatio coxae again. He continued to just meet me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please make them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the scanty and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my pegleg wide to hold Paul as practically access as I could. As he got my scanty off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and kissing and licking as he worked his way up my lower leg to my articulatio genus, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my cunt.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the early articulatio talocruralis and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the clip he got near my pussy again, I was on flame. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his glossa, his fingers, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My pussy which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many fourth dimension, for so many months, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Apostle Paul. My legs were wide apart and as he neared my slit, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the side of my kitty, over the top and back down the other side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the brim, to snog and lick back up the slope again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the other slope, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy brim. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and figure out my puss and clitoris, first just on the outer back talk, then sticking his natural language into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my button as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy snap up his finger and my unanimous physical structure exploded in the crowing orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the only if man to make water love life to me. I came down off my sexual gamy as he came back up to osculate me. I could taste myself on his mouth and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after month of multiple daily ass that sex would induce no kick, but he gave me that thrill.

"Saul, I want to cause you find as upright as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouthpiece, my ass, my puss ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul rolled over on me and slid his peter in my twat. I was in paradise and wrapped my legs around his shank as he slowly began to fuck my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his dick, filling my pussy with his cum. At that point, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as very much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a oink, he shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt wish gal. He collapsed on me, and I felt my unbending nipple scraping his chest of drawers and being tickled by his dresser pilus. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to snog me, snog my neck, his my ear, and stroke my face, my cervix, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a long time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual castle in the air. When we woke, some hours later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more than calm and subdue fashion. We showered and clip and Saint Paul laid out the architectural plan for that evening.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal trail. There was a to the full moon, so he said there was no need for a flashlight to follow it. Paul had a compass with a belittled internal brightness level and he said the key was to make sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a pocket-size road just on the other side of it.

Saul of Tarsus said the secure and certain matter was for me to conform to the track, as he took the car and crossed legally through a boundary line crossing several miles down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A flashlight in the forest would tip moulding security, but with all the deer and brute, the dead body heating plant would not be an subject.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a jacket for me to break, in addition to the clothes and shoes he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a slap-up fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a short better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a lilliputian while for my middle to adjust to the duskiness, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were office where the trail seemed to be hard to recover, and when that happened, I'd face at the compass and seduce sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several minutes of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't a great deal undergrowth, so the going was pretty easy, though there were several pocket-sized creeks along the way.

I didn't cartel myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rock candy or fallen plait to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to shine and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with water no higher than my knees. I was in running skid and air-sleeve with denim, a top, and my jacket. I had no intention of taking off skid or jeans, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet clothes, and as they began to dry, I'd get to another creek.

After an hour or so of walking, I came across a road. I had told Saint Paul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to stop, roam down all the windows and open all the doorway on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a trivial paranoia on my component. I wanted to form sure it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

Apostle of the Gentiles had sprung me and catch me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some ideas for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Paul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make certainly the car was clear before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my socks and shoe to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a couple of burner phones and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Apostle of the Gentiles had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a short motel near the edge of township and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from sooner. We made love again and went to sleep. In the morning, my clothes were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Apostle of the Gentiles if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd sports meeting back up that evening. I hit a penny-pinching store and bought a couple of slightly dainty, but different outfits which fit much better, and hit a rebate store for brassiere and scanty and a small overnight case.

I changed to a new outfit in a public restroom and put the quietus of my purchases in the all-night bag. I next hit a hair beauty parlour and had them cut my long light-haired haircloth to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair, a pair of sunglasses, and the new kit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a phony passport.

So many body politic now have RFID chips and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could give me a south African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a fair amount of cash, at my begging, and I had enough cash left for a one way slate to capital of France. As the plane was getting gear up to submit off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in middleman with him in a few daylight.

I had some friends in Paris from my mold days, and hit one of them for a topographic point to delay overnight and a niggling money, to get me to Swiss Confederation, where my banking concern and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneve and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own gens, which would make it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a serial of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprints and former biometric data, which matched, of course of action and got me a new passport. I'd engender a new passport photo before I arrived, and had gotten a skillful dissimulator driver's license in my real figure in Montreal.

It took a distich of twenty-four hours for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Geneve to stay with, in the meantime. I got my pass and with my number one wood license, accessed my bank account in Geneva. I had wads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but interest and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European champion who loaned me money. I hired some top draftsman lawyer to insure my alleged personal overhaul contract to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the written document and got the showcase assigned to a woman judge - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the judge barred the company from enforcing it until there was a wide trial run and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were respective other hoi polloi at the fellowship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my attorney got dethronement from them. One of them actually had copy of the video recording they'd shot of me, which helped sail through my case. The fellowship was suing to impose their personal Robert William Service contract bridge and suing for harm for breach of contract. I was counter suing for imitation imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the justice ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in hurt, along with triple punitive damages. What with appeals, it may be twelvemonth before I see anything, but for now the declaration is void.

I'd ditched my burner phone on the plane, but got another one in French capital. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to touch me. He said he'd been occupy sick and gave me the info. He said my onetime ‘ acquaintance'had put out a million dollar payoff for information as to where I was.

Does it voice like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Alice Paul a million dollar bill and told him to text me when he got to Greater London. I had a London booster check him out and have him instructions to pick out the gear to French capital. I had another friend check him in Paris and enjoin him to total to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made sure the Swiss law were cognisant of my early abduction and told them my captor might try to take me again.

I now have a pin-up place in Holland gin, far from where I'd been and far from the masses who abused me. Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big idea, but this time, I'm letting Paul be the person in explosive charge. He knows what I want and need and the faculty takes it all better from him than they would from me .