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

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My epithet is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the Earth, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a slim down figure, dainty dummy, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a moderately face. During college, I modeled part meter, making good money, to pay for college and provide a draw close egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitions, I had a vision, and I saw potential for new ideas and products.

While I was in college, I attracted a group of very saucy, capable mass around me. I needed a team, because as adequate 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 open new public for people, if done right. I had a vision for how it should look, what it should do, how the port 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 snuggle egg from modeling to pay people to institute my vision into realism. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 Day a 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 critical, I had high expectations and when people 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. snake pit, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech humankind. But because I was a woman, I was a bitch.

My canonical August 15 was that when we made it big, I'd reinforcement all the people who helped get me there. In the meanwhile, I kept only ownership of the business sector. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to second guess me or hold the might to undercut my decisiveness. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the crack, driving all of us to spot we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the meter we released it, my money was about gone. I could hold open paying people as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office most of the fourth dimension anyhow. We had a nice rollout, with good word of mouth. Before longsighted, we had the hottest new app out there. The trouble was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into wage and advertising.

It's a common trouble in some technical school 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 flak, but the segment we created began to attract the care of some much big companies. I knew if we could give on to what we had and keep edifice for another six months, we'd be a major success.

share of that meant defending our greensward against freshman who were gunning for us and our grocery store and node. That meant continuing to enhance the mathematical product, even as we tried to defend our market share. With our John Cash site, that was becoming increasingly hard. That was where we were when another tech colossus, which will go unnamed, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to trade, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. bet at the companies that opened new thing only to get beat by other companies that left them in the rubble. They are host. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got beat at their own plot. So when they came in and offered me cash for my ship's company, I had to believe it.

I knew this company had the proficient imagination and fiscal clout to make a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the ship's company. I lost all upper side, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still other approximation that were floating around in my school principal. They were pretty severely nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete clause and I restricted it to my marketplace section and link up ones. That still left stack of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 years of very hard work. I negotiated in privy, with only the companionship lawyer aware of what was going on. I needed him to do sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to bless a personal armed service contract to provide 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 camber - before revenue enhancement of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal services contract. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, check 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 matter, boss."

Do you intrust your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was alright, that there would be no nasty surprise, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the books and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Without continued promotional material, my marketplace share would start to skid, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my modeling problem, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an account at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big sawhorse in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their banks. I insisted that at the closing, the investment firm be wired to my Swiss banking concern account. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the completion at a very scoop condo, just alfresco 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 living room, but a single bedroom and bathroom. The building had key admission only for the lift, and the elevator would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a courteous table and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two execs from the companionship buying my company. I had to sign the DoC in eight places, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my savings bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my earpiece to curb and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

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

"plus English benefits, as it were."

"side benefits ? What the Inferno are you talking about ?"

At that, I felt something close around my neck. I felt and it seemed to be some sort of metal collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any release, and was pissed.

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some cursedly shoe 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 nice offer to hold on 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 company for a long damned time."

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

"Tried to be just 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 golden if they let us stay on to sustain a job."

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

The two execs looked at each other and smiled as I got up angrily and walked to the door to the condo. I opened it and when I stepped outside the condo, I felt spartan electric electrical shock going through my body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a pile, with the shocks running through my soundbox, 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 servicing contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"cinque years."

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

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

"What about my dress ? Food ? Anything else ?"

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

"No fucking way."

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

"This is bullshit."

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

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

"You wouldn't."

"Of line we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of people and now you get More than a penchant of vilification and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a hazard to lease part in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingle increase, but still short of real pain stage. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not want another stupor the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a crown, which I slowly removed, and laid across the rachis of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined grinning. I removed my high heels and set them on the death chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the swath, then unbuttoned the clitoris above the incline zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to continue. I unzipped the skirt 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 open going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white longsighted arm top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage showing. I felt I was well retiring having to flash a knocker to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the turnup on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous ira. They could make me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chairperson and stood there in bra and scanty with my sleeve crossed, tapping my pes against the trading floor. One of the execs had a fiddling half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another niggling frisson from the leash. Somehow, I would determine a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the interim, I had little choice but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it fall forward off my shoulder, baring my c-cup dope. I was embarrassed to chance my mamilla hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the same chairperson. I put my hands on my hip, not even attempting to cover or hide my titty. I didn't want to gift them the joy of letting them think they'd embarrassed or humiliated me. The one White House smiled and turned to the other.

"Even nicer than I'd expected. business firm, no sag. What do you remember ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's finish 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 base and put them with my former 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 strip down for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So have you had your fun now ?"

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

"What do you want now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the collar tingle again, so I dropped down to my stifle. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the execs spoke again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do ask 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 nasty smile I could ever cause expected to see.

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

I don't know that I'd have tried to suffer him, but that just made it that often spoiled. I didn't even want to appear at Joe's typeface as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the chance to take part in this. I could hardly believe it. I was hard on my hoi polloi, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the pale.

As long as I had on this doomed collar, I felt like I had niggling choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my mitt. I turned to face at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my husking and now this. Not only were they trying to abase me, but they were going to prevent video evidence of it as well.

My collar tingled again, so I took the point of his putz between my mouth, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could taste a little of Joe's precum on the end of his dick as I did. I decided to give them their money's worth of humiliation, and took it back in my sass, a picayune deeper this time while stroking the rest of it with my deal. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his dick in and out of my backtalk, getting deeply than I'd have liked, almost to the full point of choking me. I did what trivial I could with my backtalk, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my rima oris. I put my former helping hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one deal to try to stroke him and keep him from shoving too much of the cock down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my capitulum as close to him as he could and came with a great gush into my rima oris and throat. I tried to immerse, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a twosome of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my point and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

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

"So you've had your little charge. You made me cartoon strip and suck off someone on camera. Do you sense all happy inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five yr contract. This is just the source - just the foremost sunrise of the first day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot More dicks before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. offset, the terms of our contract obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual services. 2d, we passed some money to some masses and got a waiver in the harlotry jurisprudence for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to get me lactate mass off for the next five year ?"

"Not just that. You're going to fuck them too, pussy and ass. You are now our party 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 company. 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. shout out it a holding bonus, and a opportunity to get back at the woman who has fucked them over for all these years."

"facial expression, I have money from the sales agreement. I'll contribution it. What do you want for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

"It wouldn't subject if you offered us the solid $ 250 million back. It isn't the money, it's payback for all the geezerhood 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 cock as hard as ever.

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

I turned to the two EXEC, who smiled and I felt the leash tingle again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the flooring and scatter 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 keep matter neater."

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

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

Joe began to lactate on one boob as he played with the other one and ran his former manus down to my kitty-cat. It was hard to even keep track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one tit as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My nipple were just about as surd as they'd ever been in my life.

In the lag, Joe ran a finger down my slit, first just down the lips, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could sense my succus gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his halfway finger and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his thumb and index digit to play with my clitoris.

I had not had clip for a lover or boyfriend since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a long clip. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guys I'd been with, just were not all that big and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the hearing, exhibitionism, and chagrin, 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 fingers away and shoved his dick deep into my pussy.

"kick, you can't imagine how retentive I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to get laid me, slowly at first, then picking up stop number. 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 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 sorting of Wyrd vengeance, I wanted Joe to have a go at it me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could finger my pussy tighten around his dick, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could find the scoop coming of my animation building up, and I came, losing physical structure ascendency and just writhing and flopping around as Joe fucked me and filled me with his cum. I lay there with my eyes closed, gasping and trying to captivate my breather as Joe collapsed on me with his cock twitching and spurting oceanic abyss in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"tinker's damn, guys, that was worth it. I'd almost take paid you for the chance to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little more ?"

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

Joe pulled my head down toward his inguen. I didn't even fight it at this point. I went down there and began sucking on his peter and cleaning my juices 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 shtup we'd just done. As I sucked on him and cleaned him off, he began to get harder again.

"Okay, girl. Hands and stifle - now."

I rolled onto my hands and knees, still almost stunned by it all. He had me move my pegleg 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 prick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to jazz my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

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

I just nodded as he eased the head of his cock just inside my arsehole. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the merely lube was my spittle and whatever of my juices remained on his cocksucker. He took it wanton though as he slid his shaft in me, going back and Forth just a little further each meter 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 kickoff, but the farther along he went, the bettor 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 pussy, but I still enjoyed it, and I was happy when he finally shot his load trench in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to arrive at him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the story, with his cum dripping out of my cunt and my ass. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and set out to put his dress back on. I just lay there, trying to convalesce 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 have her use a butt plug to stretch that ass out a bit. A minuscule too plastered for comfort."

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that pussy. You'll have another guest in an hour or so."

I got up and looked around and my dress 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 need 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 fag them, and what's the detail ?"

"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 ask, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your whore for the future five age ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the holding bonus for many of your former employees. A crowd of them watched the transactions on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turn. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have pile to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten bonk, I was going to get fucked a lot more, and my former employees watched it all.

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

"It looked to me like you were enjoying the hell 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 trim that kitty-cat. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the point of view by the bed."

They walked out the door, carrying my clothes, and closed the door behind them. I went in the lavatory and showered. I washed out my pussy and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three eld of life 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. tinker's damn, by the sentence they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 times or so. The expectation scared the jack out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to cypher something out along the way.

I douched out my kitty and gave myself an enema, then shaved my pussy and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no melodic theme who was coming next, but it would likely be more than of what Joe did. As many as all three mess, and probably coming in all of them. Since it was still early in the day, they'd probably have two 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 encounter some apparel 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 problems to solve, but I was always skilful at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my primary information officer. He was my next client and seemed to relish the chance to roll in the hay 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 imagine how sound this makes me feel."

"Nice to know you can get so much pleasure from somebody else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to bask having Joe piece of tail 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 chance. On your hands and knee, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

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

"darn, girlie. Looks like you're set for me already."

Admiralty mile took his cock and eased it into my pussy. 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."

international nautical mile 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 trunk. Coming from behind, it felt more like he was filling me up than when Joe had fucked me in the beginning. I guess it was the angle, but it felt even better.

Here I was, fucking these guys, no foreplay, no preliminaries, no real consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life. Was it just because I hadn't had lots sex in a longsighted metre ? I didn't know and couldn't really picture it out under the luck. I was fucking him back as he let go of my titty and pulled my pelvic girdle tight, shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came in my pussy.

Miles rolled me over and moved over to straddle my face and put his partly deflated dick to my mouth.

"OK girlie, clean it off."

My arms were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my handwriting, but took him into my mouthpiece as trench as I could. Admiralty mile drove the action, fucking my lip as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and thrust his motherfucker until it hit the rear of my throat. I had no ascendence at all as he fucked my sassing hard and dissolute. I took whatever breaths I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a footling woozy when he came in my mouth.

He was not as rich 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 bonus. I need to figure out what to do to get Sir Thomas More of these bonuses."

"Sounds like they plan to make a lot of use of me, so you'll belike get another probability before too long."

"And your puss is just aching to ingest my dick back in it again."

"bread and butter in judgment, I'm just here as a lady of pleasure. Do you really think a whore gives a squat about her client ?"

"I was going to be intimate your pussycat, but after that, I'm going to take your ass. Where's the lubricator ?'

"table, beside the bed."

"Get in placement, girlie."

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

"That is one miserly ass, girlie. I'm gladiolus they gave me that blue angel 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 prostitute. No concern about anything early than his joy and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just okay with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the foresightful sentence before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to go along fucking my ass all day. He came with enceinte squirt in my ass.

Miles dressed and left, and I cleaned up in training for whoever showed up next. I did have four the low day, including Joe and statute mile, basically four of the top hoi polloi in the company. Over the following days, they worked their way down the party roster - or maybe I should say I worked my way down the ship's company roster. I seemed to be doing all the work.

I spent time looking at the taking into custody, which had some variety of whorl on. No great electrical shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some kind of stave lock like in vending auto, so there was no pauperization to put a key very far in. I knew a little about locks, but had no clue how one might even try to pick this lock. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

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

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

Several weeks into it, my node was a young programmer. smartness 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 render to pee me find unspoilt before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Paul the Apostle 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 former one. He kept working my tit over until I had an coming. My soundbox always seemed to enjoy the sex, but I often did not have orgasm. After I came, Paul got on me missioner expressive style and eased his tool into me.

As he fucked me, Apostle of the Gentiles told me how marvellous I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to think he imply it.

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

"Even after I've fucked so many hombre in the company ?"

"eve so."

After he came, Paul rolled off me and sweetly stroked my body until he started to get hard again. Unlike most of the others, he didn't ask me to suck him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul the Apostle rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to have it away him. Apostle Paul kissed me and played with my breast and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly think how sweet he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did get laid a third prison term, missioner manner again, and as he came he spent a long time kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more customer coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the last, I might suffer invited him to stay 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 Paul the Apostle, they told me there was a special event. They put all-inclusive padded leather straps on my wrists and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my vertebral column. The two men there took me toward the doorway to the condo. I was scared, but they told me that the protection system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking garage, 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 face of me in the spine 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 tumid 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 ship's company and sold it, taking all the proceeds for herself. To build up for all the greed and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the elderly staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my naked consistence. I knew most of them must get seen some of the videos of me stripping and piece of ass, and they must have heard about the ‘ fillip'for some staff.

"Now it's time to honour some of the more junior staff, but we're doing that in a slightly dissimilar way."

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my back and the two men each took a mitt, bent grass me over and fastened the wrist shoulder strap to hooks in the table. They kicked my human foot apart and fastened the articulatio talocruralis straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a little bonus from Stephanie - either her ass or her pussy, 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 meeting room of the society. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept raw, and fucked by anyone they chose to post 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 gather around me.

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

"Damn, I've heard about this cunt. I'm just sorry I only get to fuck it once."

"We have to bring it gentle on her. We don't want to ruin her in one case. As it is she'll likely need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the great cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my twat. He grabbed my pelvic girdle and fucked me voiceless and rough for several minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could feel and hear person else coming.

"damn that was gracious. I want Sir Thomas More of that shit. Just tell apart me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The first three were quite felicitous with my pussy, then I had a duo of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the meter it was done, I was sore as Inferno and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their guess, the men unfastened my articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint. As they straightened me up they had to maintain me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a mute cloth and wiped down my pussycat, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the spot to the lift. I could discover whoops and hollow as I went through the office. What few cleaning woman were there just shake up their heads and looked away. I didn't blame them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three multiplication during the fucking. I can't be sure. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and drove me back to the condominium. They put me in the bathtub. My leg were still fallible, and ran water for a bathroom for me. They told me I'd have the adjacent various years off, then go back to a normal agenda. One of the men said the event had been such a succeeder that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security system back on.

The bath was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the soreness out. If I had almost gotten used to the rule modus operandi, I did not require to get used to the gangbangs. trusted enough, they let me have almost a workweek 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 assistant. The men kept a sloshed hold on me as they took me down the elevator to the car. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Paul the Apostle. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my radiocarpal joint and ankle shoulder strap and handed me some clothing.

It had been so foresighted since I'd bear anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but St. 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 patch, before he stopped and we switched vehicle.

"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 ally who's out of town."

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

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

St. Paul drove us shut down to the Canadian River border. A bit of a haulage, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot more frame in security system now."

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

We stopped at a cabin trench in the woods. The cabin looked clean and comfy. The weather was warm enough that we didn't need a fervidness. As we went in the cabin, Paul turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a long time.

"Apostle of the Gentiles, do you understand just how discredited 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 delight being with any man."

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

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

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

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

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

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically smart me - apart from a few gentle taking into custody. Pretty a good deal anything else is amercement. If I change my intellect, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each matter 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 much. I don't want to deny you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Saint Paul, please involve off my top."

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

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Saul of Tarsus 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 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 paw back on my boobs. He began squeezing them and tweaking the nipples, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my right titty. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a slight tooth as he sucked on the dummy. 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 other boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my right titty as he sucked on my lead one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Paul was the only one who paid any care to trying to make me sense estimable. He was doing that in nigra and before too retentive, I had an orgasm from his efforts.

I pulled him plunk for 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 leg where I could severalise I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my mound through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his back and head.

"St. Paul, delight take off my denim and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my sass to my neck, to my chest and boobs, to my tummy, sticking his spit in my belly push, which tickled. He undid the clitoris at the top, then slowly unzipped the denim. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me Thomas More and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my blue jean slowly down my legs and off me,

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

"Please take them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a backup man and I spread my legs wide to pass Paul as much accession as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my mortise joint and hugging and whacking as he worked his way up my turn down leg to my knee joint, then my internal thigh until he was almost to my pussycat.

I thought he'd pay attending to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the other mortise joint and began kissing and licking his way up that incline as well. By the prison term he got near my pussy again, I was on fervour. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his tongue, his finger's breadth, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My pussy which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many times, for so many months, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Paul. My pegleg were wide-cut apart and as he neared my pussy, instead of going directly for it, he went up to the side of my pussy, over the top and back down the early side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lips, to kiss and lap up back up the slope again, just over top of my clitoris, which was aching for him, and back down the early side, just barely grazing the outside of my kitty-cat backtalk. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big buss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and solve my pussy and clitoris, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his tongue into me. Apostle of the Gentiles nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a fingerbreadth in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my twat snaffle his finger and my whole body exploded in the handsome coming I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many prison term recently, but Saul of Tarsus was the only man to make love to me. I came down off my intimate in high spirits as he came back up to kiss me. I could savour myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would call up after month of multiple casual screw that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to have you feel as full as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you desire ? My mouth, my ass, my snatch ? All of them, any of them are yours. learn them, please."

Saul rolled over on me and slid his hammer in my pussy. I was in Shangri-la and wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly began to bonk my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my snatch with his dick, filling my kitty 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 grunt, he shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt similar Imperial gallon. He collapsed on me, and I felt my stiff mammilla scraping his chest of drawers and being tickled by his chest hairsbreadth. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to kiss me, kiss my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my grimace, my neck, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a retentive 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 honey again, albeit in a somewhat more than calm and hushed fashion. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the plan for that eventide.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old animal lead. There was a wax lunar month, so he said there was no want for a flashlight to take after it. Paul had a compass with a pocket-sized inner light and he said the key was to work sure to lead north. There was a heavily wooded area and a diminished route just on the other side of meat of it.

Paul said the safe and surest affair was for me to follow the track, as he took the car and crossed legally through a mete crossing respective sea mile down the route. He'd conform to me along the road in Canada, then he'd driving force us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A flashlight in the forest would tip border security, but with all the deer and animals, the organic structure heating system would not be an number.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a jacket for me to wear down, in summation to the clothes and shoes he'd provided earlier. The wearing apparel were not a great fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a lilliputian better in Montreal. Apostle Paul kissed me and I started off into the Natalie Wood. It took a piddling patch for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were blank space where the trail seemed to be toilsome to determine, and when that happened, I'd spirit at the compass and cause sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after various instant of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the lead again. There wasn't a lot undergrowth, so the going was pretty well-situated, though there were several small creek along the way.

I didn't trust myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the creeks. I figured I was most likely to devolve and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shallow stain and just waded across, usually with water system no gamy than my knees. I was in running shoes and wind cone with denim, a top, and my jacket crown. I had no design of taking off shoes or jean, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet apparel, 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 fleur-de-lis near where I was, and that he was to stop, hustle 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 slight paranoia on my piece. I wanted to score sure it was Alice Paul and only Saul of Tarsus in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and gotten me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some thought for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Apostle of the Gentiles stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to cause sure the car was clear 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 pair of burner phone and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul found a fiddling motel near the edge 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 pantie which were still a bit messy from earliest. We made love again and went to catch some Z's. In the morn, my dress were dry, if something less than wonderful.

I asked Paul the Apostle 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 meet back up that evening. I hit a thrift store and bought a couple of slightly nicer, but different turnout which fit a great deal sound, and hit a discount memory board for bras and panties and a small overnight eccentric.

I changed to a new getup in a public public convenience and put the relaxation of my purchases in the overnight bag. I succeeding hit a hairsbreadth salon and had them cut my long blonde hair to a pixie cut and dye it jet pitch blackness. With the new hair, a pair of dark glasses, and the new rig, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a berth where I could get a dissimulator passport.

So many countries now have RFID chips and biometric data on their recommendation, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a situation that could give me a South African passport with no biometrics. Paul had given me a just amount of immediate payment, at my mendicancy, and I had enough cash left for a one way ticket to Paris. As the sheet was getting ready to read off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few days.

I had some friends in Paris from my mould days, and hit one of them for a piazza to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, 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 name, which would make it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a series of one-half Truth, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to EU under an fictitious name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric datum, which matched, of path and got me a new passport. I'd buzz off a new pass photo before I arrived, and had gotten a near dissembler driver's license in my real figure in Montreal.

It took a couple of solar day for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Geneve to quell with, in the meantime. I got my recommendation and with my number one wood license, accessed my bank building account in Geneva. I had gobs of money there. The meg I'd gotten from the sale of the party, but interest and net profit on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European Quaker who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer attorneys to see to it my supposed personal services contract to get that voided. My lawyers reviewed the document and got the causa assigned to a woman judge - smart. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the evaluator barred the company from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were various other people at the party who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had written matter of the telecasting they'd stab of me, which helped nail my case. The companionship was suing to implement their personal military service contract and suing for indemnity for falling out of contract bridge. I was counter suing for false internment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favour and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive price. What with appeals, it may be age before I see anything, but for now the declaration is void.

I'd ditched my burner headphone on the plane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to John Griffith Chaney to meet me. He said he'd been care sick and gave me the info. He said my former ‘ friends'had put out a million dollar payoff for information as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Saint Paul a million dollar mark and told him to text me when he got to capital of the United Kingdom. I had a British capital friend check him out and give him education to take away the train to genus Paris. I had another champion check him in Paris and secern him to follow to Geneva. In the meanwhile, I'd made sure the Swiss police force were aware of my former abduction and told them my capturer might try to take me again.

I now have a lovely position in Geneve, far from where I'd been and far from the mass who abused me. Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big estimate, but this fourth dimension, I'm letting Paul be the person in tutelage. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me .