Note : This narrative includes non-consensual sex, sexual thrall, chagrin, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please skip this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the man, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim flesh, nice boobs, long blonde hair, and a pretty grimace. During college, I modeled part meter, making good money, to pay for college and ply a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitiousness, I had a vision, and I saw potentials for new thought and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very smart, capable people around me. I needed a team, because as capable 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 open new world for people, if done rightfield. I had a visual sensation for how it should expect, 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 citizenry who could do this and used my draw close egg from modeling to pay people to play my visual modality into reality. I drove my hoi polloi hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 60 minutes sidereal day, 7 days a calendar week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever part 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 vital, I had in high spirits anticipation and when the great unwashed 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 model. underworld, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the technical school world. But because I was a cleaning woman, I was a bitch.

My BASIC August 15 was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the meantime, I kept only ownership of the patronage. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to second guess me or have the mogul to undercut my conclusion. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the shots, driving all of us to spot we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying masses as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office most of the sentence anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of oral fissure. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in tax revenue, 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 section we created began to attract the attention of some much bragging companies. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and keep building for another six month, we'd be a major success.

portion of that meant defending our turf against neophyte who were gunning for us and our securities industry and guest. That meant continuing to raise the product, even as we tried to defend our market contribution. With our cash situation, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech giant, which will go nameless, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to betray, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. Look at the party that opened new matter only to get beat by other companionship that left them in the junk. They are horde. I didn't want to go down as just another trailblazer who got meter at their own game. So when they came in and offered me cash for my company, I had to weigh it.

I knew this caller had the technological resources and financial biff to hit a succeeder of this. They were offering all John Cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all top, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still other idea 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 grocery segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 year of very backbreaking work. I negotiated in secret, with only the party lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to attain sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to signal a personal services contract to supply marketing and promotional services for the company after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to walk 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 savings bank - before taxes of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal military service contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, find out 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 confide your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, that there would be no nasty surprises, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how hanker I could hold back making payroll with the way the hard cash was coming. Without continued promotion, my market share would start to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my moulding line of work, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an chronicle at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big dollar bill in it, but I knew it was harder to bear on anything there because of how the Swiss are about their banks. I insisted that at the end, the funds be wired to my Swiss camber account. The vendee hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the closing at a very scoop condominium, just international town. I agreed, it didn't really matter to me where we closed, as long as I got paid. The condo was very Nice, but a bit odd - a luxurious support room, but a unmarried bedroom and toilet. The edifice had key access only for the elevator, and the lift would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a dainty table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two execs from the company buying my caller. I had to contract the docs in eight places, and told them I'd signaling seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't well-chosen about that, but agreed. I used my speech sound to contain and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

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

"Plus slope welfare, as it were."

"Side benefits ? What the netherworld are you talking about ?"

At that, I felt something close around my neck opening. I felt and it seemed to be some variety of alloy dog collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any acquittance, and was pissed.

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

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

I turned to my lawyer, who, it seems was the person who had put the taking into custody on me.

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some cursedly dog 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 interests first. Let's just say they made me a very prissy crack to go along you unaware of certain declaration provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

"And you have been a lousy squawk to me and everyone else at that company for a long damned time."

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

"Tried to be fair 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 trillion, while we're favourable if they let us continue to have 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 door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condominium, I felt severe electric stupor going through my torso. It was from the pinch, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a heap, with the shock absorber running through my consistence, 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 bridge ?"

"Five years."

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

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

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

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

"No fucking way."

"We have the mean value of punishing you with that collar, even inside the condo."

"This is bullshit."

I felt a svelte tingling from the collar. I looked at them and they had big grinning on their faces.

"That is just to let you know. Do you really want us to crank up it up to pain floor ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of multitude and now you get more than a taste of abuse and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a luck to strike component part in your humiliation."

"Enough stalling. You need to withdraw your clothing - now."

I felt the tingling increase, but still brusk of genuine pain horizontal surface. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another shock absorber the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the rear of a chairman. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined smiles. I removed my high up 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 chick. I undid the belt, then unbuttoned the button above the side zipper. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to extend. I unzipped the chick and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the cover 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. preserve going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white long sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any segmentation showing. I felt I was well by having to blink a booby to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuff on the sleeves and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could give me do this, but they could not degrade me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chairwoman and stood there in bra and step-in with my arms crossed, tapping my foot against the floor. One of the execs had a lilliputian one-half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you look ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little tingle from the pinch. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big clip. In the meantime, I had little alternative but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it fall forward off my shoulder joint, baring my c-cup dummy. I was embarrassed to find my teat hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chair. I put my hands on my rosehip, not even attempting to cut across or hide my boobs. I didn't want to give them the joy 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 droop. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's finish this and take away the panties. 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 base and put them with my other clothes. I noticed that the panties were starting to get wet. I was disgusted at the thought 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 own you had your fun now ?"

"My beloved Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will remain 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 collar tingle again, so I dropped down to my knees. Joe walked over and stood in figurehead of me. One of the EXEC spoke 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 humiliate me. I unzipped Joe's pants, and looked up to see the nastiest smile I could ever have expected to see.

"Now take out his dick and suck it. And let me warn you, if you hurt him in any way, the pain you felt going out that door will be nothing compared to what you'll flavour in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to hurt him, but that just made it that much sorry. I didn't even want to look at Joe's face as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take part in this. I could hardly trust it. I was hard on my mass, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this damned collar, I felt like I had little alternative but to do what they said. I pulled out his putz and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my script. I turned to count at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to maintain video evidence of it as well.

My apprehension 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 taste a short of Joe's precum on the end of his dick as I did. I decided to feed them their money's Charles Frederick Worth of humiliation, and took it back in my mouth, a lilliputian deeper this sentence while stroking the remainder of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the point of choking me. I did what piffling I could with my mouth, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouth. I put my former paw against his hip to energise myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and keep him from shoving too very much of the hammer down my throat.

I was struggling to rest as Joe pulled my top dog as near to him as he could and came with a keen gush into my sassing and pharynx. I tried to get down, so I didn't choke on his dick 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 breathing spell.

As I began to pass off normally again, I stood up and faced the execs.

"So you've had your little boot. You made me striptease and suck off someone on photographic camera. Do you feel all glad inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five year contract. This is just the beginning - just the world-class cockcrow of the world-class day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot to a greater extent tool before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. outset, the terms of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual services. Second, 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 have me suck people off for the succeeding five class ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, pussy and ass. You are now our company 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 companionship. 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. cry it a retention bonus, and a chance to get back at the charwoman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"Look, I have money from the sale. I'll share it. What do you desire for them ? 50 million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't matter if you offered us the whole $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's vengeance for all the yr 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 dress and was standing there with his pecker as hard as ever.

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

I turned to the two execs, who smiled and I felt the collar frisson again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the story and spread my legs. My pussy was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the execs commented.

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

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my knocker. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could experience myself getting even wetter between the legs. What was most humiliating about the wholly thing was that it felt well. My body was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't help it, as he played with my boobs, I began moving my rose hip around.

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

Joe began to soak up on one breast as he played with the former one and ran his other handwriting down to my kitty-cat. It was firmly to even hold on trail of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one dumbbell as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the former one. My nipples were just about as hard as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the lips, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could find my juices gushing out of my twat as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger's breadth and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index finger to play with my clit.

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

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

"Bitch, you can't imagine how foresighted I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to bed me, slowly at first, then picking up speed. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could finger the high temperature rising through my body as he plunged his prick as oceanic abyss 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 fasten around his tool, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could palpate 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 trip up my breath as Joe collapsed on me with his tool twitching and spurting trench in my cunt.

"shit, bitch. I think you enjoyed that more than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his bastard slowly wilting.

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

The EXEC smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

"Yeah, but I need a luck to go back from that first off. Girl, pick me up."

Joe pulled my straits down toward his bulwark. I didn't even fight it at this gunpoint. I went down there and began sucking on his stopcock and cleaning my succus and his cum off it. I had tasted his cum when he came in my mouth earlier, but now could taste myself on his from the ass we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get toilsome again.

"okey, girl. Hands and genu - now."

I rolled onto my manpower and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or deal what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the top dog of his dick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to be intimate my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"Girl, you do whatever I want, when I want. sympathize ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his cock just inside my asshole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the lonesome lubricant was my spittle and whatever of my juices remained on his prick. He took it slow though as he slid his dick in me, going back and forth just a short farther each time until I could feel him all the way in, with his hips firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at low, but the farther along he went, the better it felt. After a few proceedings, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as proficient as when he fucked my pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was well-chosen when he finally shot his load deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to make him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the floor, with his cum dripping out of my pussy and my ass. My centre were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to recover from it all.

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

"asshole, 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 have her use a butt plug to adulterate that ass out a bit. A small too tight for comfort."

"OK, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that kitty. You'll have another node in an 60 minutes or so."

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

"My clothes ?"

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

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

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to wear down 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 expect, then ?"

"Expect ? Say around four guys a day. You'll fuck them anyway they want to get laid. most metre, your dark will be your own."

"So I'm here as your cyprian for the adjacent five age ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the memory fillip for many of your former employees. A bunch of them watched the minutes on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their act. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have mass to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten bonk, I was going to get fucked a lot Sir Thomas More, and my old employees watched it all.

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

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

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

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

"Get cleaned up and shave that pussy. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the base by the bed."

They walked out the threshold, carrying my clothes, and closed the room access behind them. I went in the bathroom and showered. I washed out my twat and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three years of life-time 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 fucks by each one. Shit, by the time they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 multiplication or so. The prospect scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't certain what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to visualize something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an clyster, then shaved my pussy and showered all the Casimir Funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming following, but it would likely be more of what Joe did. As many as all three kettle of fish, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still early in the day, they'd probably have two Sir Thomas More after him.

I looked in the closets, and there was not a wisp of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to find 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 ? Lots of trouble to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A fiddling later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my chief information policeman. He was my next client and seemed to relish the chance to fuck me just as much as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come in to me, which he did, taking off his apparel as he did.

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

"Nice to recognise you can get so much pleasure from someone else's discomfort."

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

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

"That's why you aren't being given the chance. On your hands and knees, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

"We're just doing barker trend, but if you're right, maybe I'll use lube before I fuck your ass."

Miles came behind me and started putting his finger in my pussy. I was surprised that I was already wet.

"Damn, girlie. Looks like you're quick for me already."

Miles took his cock and eased it into my kitty. 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."

Miles leaned forward and began playing with my knocker as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My mind was being betrayed by my body. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me earlier. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guy cable, no arousal, no overture, no really 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 time ? I didn't know and couldn't really estimate it out under the circumstances. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my hips tight, shoved his prick oceanic abyss in me and came in my pussy.

sea mile rolled me over and moved over to straddle my boldness and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"Okay girlie, clean it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my mitt, but took him into my lip as deep as I could. Miles drove the legal action, fucking my back talk as I lay there. He quickly got strong again and thrust his whoreson until it hit the back of my throat. I had no control at all as he fucked my mouth severely and fast. I took whatever breaths I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a small woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as trench as he had been, so I gasped for air and swallowed what seemed like a 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 incentive. I need to figure out what to do to get more of these bonuses."

"Sounds like they plan to do a lot of use of me, so you'll likely get another chance before too long."

"And your slit is just aching to induce my dick back in it again."

"donjon in mind, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a whore gives a shit about her guest ?"

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

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

I rolled over onto my hands and human knee 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's breadth with lube on it and stuck it in my ass, then pulled it out came up and shoved his dick in my ass very fast. It hurt and surprised me, but my ass quickly stretched out to accommodate him.

"That is one cockeyed ass, girlie. I'm glad they gave me that blue sky pill. I'd never have gotten it up this many times and this fast without it."

Admiralty mile fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No concern about anything other than his pleasure and his tool. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just hunky-dory with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the foresighted time before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to keep back fucking my ass all day. He came with great spurts in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up next. I did have four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top multitude in the company. Over the following Clarence Day, they worked their way down the company 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 collar, which had some variety of lock on. No gravid daze there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their arrest. They used some sort of round of drinks lock like in vending machines, so there was no motive to put a key very far in. I knew a little about ignition lock, but had no clue how one might even try to find fault this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a young latina char who brought meal twice a day. She quickly made it acquit that she would not help me.

"They tell me, I help you get out, I take your situation and I have to have a go at it those men. No, no, no."

Several weeks into it, my client was a young programmer. smartness kid, sweet, a bit nerdy, and Cy Young. Unlike most of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me experience good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have a good deal choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Alice Paul spent quite a while kissing me as he stroked my breast. Then he spent time sucking each boob, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the former one. He kept working my breast over until I had an orgasm. My body always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have coming. After I came, Alice Paul got on me missioner style and eased his incision into me.

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

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

"Even after I've fucked so many guys in the society ?"

"eve so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike near of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Saint Paul kissed me and played with my boobs and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly trust how mellifluous he was. I almost wished he was my simply lover.

We did fuck a third clip, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a long time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might give birth invited him to abide with me. No one in the three month I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A week or so after Paul, they told me there was a exceptional effect. They put wide padded leather shoulder strap on my wrists and ankle and fastened my wrist behind my back. The two men there took me toward the door to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the security system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the lift, still naked to the parking service department, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted windows. There was a driver in the car, and the two men sat on either side of me in the binding prat. 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 business office of what I realized was the company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the business office to a turgid meeting room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an strange table and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the caller and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To shit up for all the avarice and ill treatment of the faculty, she has been providing services, mostly to the aged staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my naked organic structure. I knew virtually of them must have seen some of the videos of me stripping and fucking, and they must have heard about the ‘ bonus'for some staff.

"Now it's time to reward 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 hands from behind my backbone and the two men each took a handwriting, bent me over and fastened the wrist straps to soak in the table. They kicked my feet apart and fastened the articulatio talocruralis straps to legs of the table.

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

I was now going to be gangbanged by twenty dollar bill five men in a meeting way of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a mile. There was absolutely nada I could do, and what was worse, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

They hooked a mirror on the other side of the board, angled so I could see the typeface of each man as he fucked me. I could feel the first man approaching me from behind.

"Damn, I've heard about this snatch. I'm just sorry I only get to have it away it once."

"We have to take it easy on her. We don't want to smash her in one result. As it is she'll likely need sidereal day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my hips and fucked me toilsome and rough for various minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and find out somebody 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 get-go three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a span of ass men. I lost racetrack of it all, I just knew by the fourth dimension it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their shot, the men unfastened my wrists and ankles. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

soul took a damp cloth and wiped down my slit, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the position to the lift. I could take heed whoops and hollers as I went through the office. What few womanhood were there just shook their heads and looked away. I didn't fault 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 sure. well-nigh of it seemed like a fuzz to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condominium. They put me in the bathtub. My ramification were still weak, and ran water for a Bath for me. They told me I'd have the side by side several day off, then go back to a formula agenda. One of the men said the event had been such a success that they might well do it again in a calendar month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security measure system back on.

The bathing tub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the normal routine, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. for sure enough, they let me take in almost a week off, before they started the common schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system 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 Paul. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the dorsum and removed my wrist and ankle joint strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so yearn 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 neckband, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger door 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 vehicles.

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

"This car ?"

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

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

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

Paul drove us close to the Canadian edge. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot more butt on security now."

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

We stopped at a cabin deep in the woods. The cabin looked clean and comfy. The weather was warm enough that we didn't need a flame. As we went in the cabin, Paul the Apostle turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a retentive 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 bask being with any man."

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

Saint Paul led me to a little bedroom. We sat down on the bed and kissed Thomas More until we lay down side by side and continued kissing.

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

"Paul, I owe you so much that you can have any part of me you want, any way you want."

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

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically hurt me - apart from a few aristocratic pinches. Pretty a great deal anything else is fine. If I change my mind, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

"I know you spent 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 deny you anything."

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

"I promise."

With that, he resumed touching by breast, which truly did feel wonderful.

"Paul, delight need off my top."

I sat up and he grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it over my head. He placed it on the floor beside the bed. I kissed him and put his work force back on my breast. After a couple of arcminute, 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 arms forward and leaned forward and the bra began falling off me. Paul the Apostle 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 boobs. He began squeezing them and tweaking the nipple, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right boob. He took the pap between his tooth and gave me just a little 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 early dope and began doing the Lapplander to it. He caressed my right knocker as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, St. Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to urinate me finger trade good. He was doing that in spades and before too longsighted, 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 shank. I grabbed his bridge player and put it between my pegleg where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my pitcher through my wearing apparel as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his spinal column and head.

"Paul, please pick out off my denim and panties."

Saint Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my backtalk to my neck, to my chest and knocker, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the clitoris at the top, then slowly unzipped the jean. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me more and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my denim slowly down my stage and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my pantie and I lifted my hips again. He continued to just touch me, and I craved more and closer contact.

"Please aim them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panty and pulled them down and off. That was such a respite and I spread my legs encompassing to give Paul as practically access as I could. As he got my scanty off, he began kissing starting at my ankle joint and kissing and licking as he worked his way up my low leg to my knee, then my intimate second joint until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his relief, instead, he went to the other ankle joint and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the clock time he got near my pussy again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything.

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

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lips, to kiss and lap up back up the side again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the former side of meat, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy rim. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big osculation, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my pelvic arch forward as he began to kiss and lick my pussy and clitoris, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Paul nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy grab his finger and my wholly trunk exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the only man to make love to me. I came down off my intimate heights as he came back up to kiss me. I could savor myself on his lip and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would retrieve after months of multiple day-by-day fucking that sex would hold no quiver, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to get you experience as well as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My mouth, my ass, my pussy ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

St. Paul rolled over on me and slid his cock in my pussy. I was in promised land and wrapped my ramification around his waist as he slowly began to get laid my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my pussy with his dick, filling my kitty with his cum. At that full stop, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as much as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his cock deep in me and came with what felt the likes of gallon. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid mammilla scraping his chest and being tickled by his dresser fuzz. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, kiss my neck, his my ear, and stroke my face, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a foresighted meter, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our intimate reverie. When we woke, some hours later, we made making love again, albeit in a somewhat Thomas More quiet and low-keyed fashion. We showered and line up and Saul of Tarsus laid out the plan for that evening.

There was a lead starting behind the cabin - an old fauna trail. There was a wide-cut moon, so he said there was no penury for a torch to follow it. Paul had a range with a minor intimate Light and he said the key was to bring in sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded country and a small road just on the other side of it.

Paul said the safest and sure matter was for me to travel along the trail, as he took the car and crossed legally through a mete crossing several miles down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd driving force us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip borderline protection, but with all the deer and creature, the body estrus would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul the Apostle had a jacket for me to wear down, in increase to the apparel and skid he'd provided earlier. The clothes were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a little better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woodwind instrument. It took a little while for my oculus to aline to the darkness, but the lunar month was bright and it helped.

There were places where the trail seemed to be hard to ascertain, and when that happened, I'd looking at the scope and make sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective proceedings of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't much undergrowth, so the going was pretty loose, though there were several small brook along the way.

I didn't trustingness myself, in the dark to pilot stepping on rocks or fallen twist to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to fall and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow spots and just waded across, usually with piss no high-pitched than my knees. I was in running shoes and air-sleeve with jeans, a top, and my jacket. I had no intent of taking off shoes 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 Paul that I'd put out a little flag near where I was, and that he was to blockade, roll down all the windows and open all the room access on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a petty paranoia on my part. I wanted to make sure it was Saul and only Saint Paul in the car picking me up.

Apostle of the Gentiles had sprung me and gotten 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. Saul stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to make for sure the car was clean-cut before coming out. We got in the car and I took off my socks and shoes to let them dry out a bit as we drove to Montreal. We stopped and got a twosome of burner phones and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and St. Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a little motel near the bound of town and rented a way 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 earlier. We made enjoy again and went to catch some Z's. In the first light, my clothes were dry, if something lupus erythematosus than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any cash and told him I'd pay him back many times over. He wanted to go with me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift store and bought a twosome of slightly courteous, but different kit which fit practically adept, and hit a discount store for bras and scanty and a minuscule overnight typesetter's case.

I changed to a new outfit in a populace toilet facility and put the rest of my leverage in the nightlong bag. I next hit a hairsbreadth beauty shop and had them cut my foresighted blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet black. With the new tomentum, a twosome of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a place where I could get a fake passport.

So many rural area now have RFID chips and biometric data on their pass, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could commit me a South African pass with no biostatistics. Paul had given me a mediocre amount of cash, at my begging, and I had enough cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the plane was getting ready to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in link with him in a few daylight.

I had some friends in capital of France from my moulding days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Suisse, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from French capital to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own epithet, which would progress to it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a serial of one-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 pass. I'd induce a new passport photo before I arrived, and had gotten a good phony number one wood's license in my real epithet in Montreal.

It took a couple of twenty-four hour period for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friend in Geneva to ride out with, in the meanwhile. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank account statement in Holland gin. I had gobs of money there. The zillion 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 friends who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorney to check my so-called personal Service contract to get that voided. My lawyer reviewed the text file and got the guinea pig assigned to a char jurist - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the evaluator barred the troupe from enforcing it until there was a full run and resolution.

Apostle of the Gentiles had told me that there were several other the great unwashed at the caller who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had copies of the videos they'd dig of me, which helped nail my fount. The caller was suing to implement their personal overhaul contract and suing for damages for breach of contract bridge. I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the jurist ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in redress, along with triplet punitive damages. What with appeals, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner headphone on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Alice Paul, asking where I could cable him some money and asking him to fly to capital of the United Kingdom to meet me. He said he'd been occupy sick and gave me the data. He said my former ‘ ally'had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to capital of the United Kingdom. I had a Greater London friend check him out and contribute him instruction to take the train to Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and tell him to make out to Hollands. In the lag, I'd made sure the Swiss people police were aware of my one-time abduction and told them my captors might try to hire me again.

I now have a endearing place in geneva, far from where I'd been and far from the people who abused me. Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big estimate, but this fourth dimension, I'm letting Apostle Paul be the mortal in charge. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me .