government note : This write up includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please skim this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a lose weight figure, skillful boobs, long blonde hair's-breadth, and a pretty face. During college, I modeled part time, making secure money, to pay for college and provide a nest egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitiousness, I had a vision, and I saw voltage for new ideas and products.

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

I was not programmer enough to do this, though I knew a little about code. I found mass who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay mass to bring my vision into reality. I drove my masses hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 days a week. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever office I could afford at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was critical, I had high expected value 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 part manakin. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech world. But because I was a char, I was a bitch.

My basic assumption was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the mass who helped get me there. In the interim, I kept sole ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able to second pretend me or suffer the magnate to undercut my decisions. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the injection, driving all of us to places we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the fourth dimension we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying mass as we proceeded, but let my apartment go. I was sleeping in the office nigh of the meter anyhow. We had a nice rollout, with proficient word of mouth. Before long, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in revenue, which immediately went back into salaries and advertising.

It's a common job in some tech rollouts, monetizing your winner. We quickly got very big, but with the money being chewed up as fast as it came in. We were really catching fire, but the segment we created began to appeal the care of some much bigger companies. I knew if we could concord on to what we had and keep edifice for another six calendar month, we'd be a major success.

theatrical role of that meant defending our greensward against newcomers who were gunning for us and our grocery and clients. That meant continuing to enhance the product, even as we tried to represent our market share. With our cash office, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another technical school whale, which will go nameless, offered to buy me out.

I didn't really want to sell, but wasn't sure we'd be the success I wanted if I didn't. Look at the party that opened new things only to get beat by other companies that left them in the rubble. They are legion. I didn't want to go down as just another innovator who got beat at their own game. So when they came in and offered me cash for my fellowship, I had to consider it.

I knew this troupe had the technological resourcefulness and financial clout to make a success of this. They were offering all Cash for 100 % of the ship's company. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could call on around and quest for still other ideas that were floating around in my head. They were pretty severe nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete article and I restricted it to my market segment and related ones. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the companionship. Not bad for 4 years of very hard work. I negotiated in occult, with only the fellowship attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to make sure everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal service declaration to leave selling and promotional services for the company after I sold it.

I wasn't too thrilled about that. Having sold it, I just wanted to take the air away and let them run it any way they wanted to. They said they'd pay for that, not that the money meant that much, if I'd have $ 250 million in the bank - before taxes 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 thing, boss."

Do you rely your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, 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 sustain making paysheet with the way the immediate payment was coming. Without continued promotion, my marketplace plowshare would bulge out to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my moulding chore, I'd traveled to Suisse, and had opened an write up at a Swiss bank at that time. I didn't have big sawbuck in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are about their bank building. I insisted that at the closing, the monetary fund be wired to my Swiss people banking company account statement. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the end at a very exclusive condo, 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 living room, but a undivided bedroom and toilet. The building had key admission only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your proper floor.

There was a decent table and we sat around it, me my attorney, and two execs from the company buying my company. I had to sign the docs in eight places, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my depository financial institution. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my phone to control and as soon as the money was there, I signed the finish item.

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

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

"plus side benefit, as it were."

"side of meat benefits ? What the hell are you talking about ?"

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

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some damned taking into custody ?"

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

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

"I look out for my own involvement first. Let's just say they made me a very skillful offer to keep you unaware 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 hanker anathemize time."

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

"Tried to be evenhandedly 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 jillion, while we're favorable if they let us cover to feature a job."

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

The two EXEC 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 condo, I felt severe electric shock absorber going through my body. It was from the collar, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a stack, with the shocks running through my body, 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 divine service contract."

"How long was that contract bridge ?"

"V years."

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

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

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

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

"No fucking way."

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

"This is bullshit."

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

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

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of the great unwashed and now you get more than a taste of revilement and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a luck to adopt part in your humiliation."

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

I felt the tingling increase, but still short-circuit of genuine pain storey. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not need another shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a crownwork, which I slowly removed, and laid across the vertebral column of a president. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined grin. I removed my high hound and set them on the chairperson as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like skirt. I undid the bash, then unbuttoned the button above the side zip fastener. I paused and looked at them and they gestured for me to go forward. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I folded it neatly and draped it across the back of the electric chair with my jacket.

"Now the blouse."

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

"Yes, we are, enjoying it and bastards. save 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 wink a boob to get somewhere. Once I had the front unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeve and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could make me do this, but they could not demean me, whatever they did.

I laid the top across the back of the chair and stood there in bra and panties with my weaponry crossed, tapping my foot against the floor. One of the White House had a small one-half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet noncompliant, I see."

"What do you ask ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another petty tingle from the collar. Somehow, I would witness a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big time. In the meantime, I had little option but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it lessen forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup boobs. 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 chairwoman. I put my script on my hips, not even attempting to address or obscure my boobs. I didn't want to give them the pleasure 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 remove the panty. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for this."

The other exec and Joe both nodded. I slid my scanty down my legs, picked them up off the trading floor 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 unclothe for these three men. The fact was that I seemed to be turned on by it.

"So have you had your fun now ?"

"My dear Stephanie, the fun is just starting, and will carry on 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 tingling again, so I dropped down to my human knee. Joe walked over and stood in front of me. One of the execs rung again.

"Unzip him."

"You don't expect me to…"

"Yes, we do expect you to."

I was getting pissed. They'd already taken this far beyond what I'd have expected, if they were simply trying to humiliate me. I unzipped Joe's gasp, 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 admonish you, if you hurt him in any way, the pain you felt going out that door will be nada compared to what you'll feel in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to pain him, but that just made it that much tough. I didn't even want to front at Joe's cheek as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the fortune to take character in this. I could hardly think it. I was hard on my people, including Joe, but I never felt I was unfair. This seemed beyond the picket.

As long as I had on this damned collar, I felt like I had short choice but to do what they said. I pulled out his peter and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my script. I turned to depend at one of the EXEC and realized they'd been videoing my denudation and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep on picture grounds of it as well.

My arrest tingled again, so I took the promontory of his peter between my back talk, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could savor 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 chagrin, and took it back in my rima oris, a footling deeper this time while stroking the eternal rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the book binding of my head.

Joe pumped his prick in and out of my mouth, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the gunpoint of choking me. I did what little I could with my mouth, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my mouthpiece. I put my early script against his hip to brace myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and hold open him from shoving too a great deal of the dick down my throat.

I was struggling to respire as Joe pulled my head as close to him as he could and came with a majuscule effusion into my mouth and throat. I tried to accept, so I didn't choke on his shaft and his cum, though it took a couple of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my caput and I backed away from him and caught my breather.

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

"So you've had your little boot. You made me comic strip and suck off someone on photographic camera. Do you experience all happy inside now ?"

"Stephanie, you have a five twelvemonth contract. This is just the first - just the first morning of the first day. You'll be getting acquainted with a lot more than dicks before your contract is up."

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

"Actually we can. First, the price of our contract bridge obliege you to perform whatever services we ask, including explicitly sexual inspection and repair. Second, we passed some money to some people and got a waiver in the whoredom laws for your contract and this condo."

"You mean you intend to have me suction people off for the next five twelvemonth ?"

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

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

"You pissed off a lot of people - in and out of your troupe. 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. Call it a retention bonus, and a opportunity to get back at the adult female who has fucked them over for all these years."

"aspect, I have money from the sale. I'll portion it. What do you need for them ? Fifty million. Just don't do this to me."

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

"No. please."

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

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

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

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

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the storey and unfold my legs. My pussycat was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the White House commented.

"We'll have you shave that twat once Joe is completely finished. Have to hold back things neater."

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my bosom. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could feel myself getting even wetter between the legs. What was most humiliating about the unharmed matter was that it felt expert. My trunk was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't assist it, as he played with my boob, I began moving my rose hip around.

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

Joe began to suck on one knocker as he played with the former one and ran his former hired man down to my pussycat. It was hard to even keep track of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one boob as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the 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 cunt, first just down the lip, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clitoris. I was really squirming now and pumping my hips as well. I could feel my juices gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his middle finger and put it deep into me and began to finger have it off my cunt as he used his quarter round and index finger digit to play with my clit.

I had not had time for a buff or boyfriend since early in college, and frankly hadn't been fucked for a long time. I hadn't felt like I really missed it. The few guys I'd been with, just were not all that dandy and I could please myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the interview, exhibitionism, and humiliation, turned me on More than I'd ever have expected.

I felt like I was about to set off as Joe pulled his digit away and shoved his tool deep into my pussy.

"bitch, you can't reckon how hanker I've been waiting for this."

Joe began to sleep with me, slowly at first, then picking up focal ratio. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could sense the heat 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 harlotry, or even whether it was some sort of Wyrd payback, I wanted Joe to have sex me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could finger my cunt tighten around his dick, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could palpate the best sexual climax 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 eye closed, gasping and trying to catch my intimation as Joe collapsed on me with his dick twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

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

Joe climbed off me with his dick slowly wilting.

"shit, guy, that was Worth it. I'd almost have paid you for the probability to do that."

The execs smiled before one of them spoke.

"Didn't you want a little Thomas More ?"

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

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

"okay, girlfriend. Hands and knees - now."

I rolled onto my hands and articulatio genus, still almost stunned by it all. He had me actuate my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or handle what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the forefront of his dick against my asshole, and I realized he was going to eff my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

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

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 sole lube was my spit and whatever of my juices remained on his cock. He took it easy though as he slid his dick in me, going back and Forth River just a picayune farther each time until I could finger him all the way in, with his articulatio coxae firmly against my ass and his balls swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at offset, but the farther along he went, the amend it felt. After a few mo, I was fucking him back as he fucked me. It wasn't as good as when he fucked my pussycat, but I still enjoyed it, and I was felicitous when he finally shot his load deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to throw him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the floor, with his cum dripping out of my pussycat and my ass. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and set off 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 ?"

"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 end plug to adulterate that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort."

"Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and knock off that puss. You'll have another client in an 60 minutes or so."

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

"My clothes ?"

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

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

"You won't leave them ?"

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

"What about intellectual nourishment ?"

"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 carry, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your whore for the adjacent five twelvemonth ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the keeping incentive for many of your quondam employees. A lot of them watched the minutes on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their routine. We will also have you entertain certain clients and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have raft to keep you busy."

Not only had I gotten fucked, 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 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 shave that pussy. Someone else is coming. And there's lube in the stand by the bed."

They walked out the door, carrying my clothes, and closed the door behind them. I went in the can and showered. I washed out my pussycat and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three years of life left, so I wasn't immediately concerned about getting meaning.

Five age of four men a day, was over 7,000 men and probably multiple fucks by each one. Shit, by the metre they turned me unaffixed, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 multiplication or so. The prospect scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The gracious affair was, I'd likely have time to try to figure something out along the way.

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

I looked in the loo, 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 job to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A little later, I got a visit from Miles, who had been my chief information officeholder. He was my following client and seemed to relish the chance to fuck me just as a great deal 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 reckon how good this makes me feel."

"Nice to roll in the hay you can get so much pleasure from someone else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to bask having Joe fuck 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 genu, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

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

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

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

sea mile took his cock and eased it into my pussy. I had almost expected him to be rougher, but he was fairly appease. 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."

land mile leaned forward and began playing with my dope as he slowly fucked me from behind. I hated myself, but again, I was enjoying being fucked. My mind was being betrayed by my physical structure. 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 foreplay, no preliminaries, no real consent, and yet I was having the best sex of my life sentence. Was it just because I hadn't had a good deal sex in a long metre ? I didn't know and couldn't really figure it out under the fate. I was fucking him back as he let go of my boobs and pulled my hips tight, shoved his prick trench in me and came in my pussy.

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

"O.K. girlie, clean it off."

My sleeve were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouthpiece as abstruse as I could. Swedish mile drove the action, fucking my mouth as I lay there. He quickly got heavy again and thrust his dick until it hit the back of my throat. I had no control at all as he fucked my talk intemperate and degenerate. I took whatever breaths I could around his fucking, and was starting to get just a little woozy when he came in my mouth.

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

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

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

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

"Keep in brain, I'm just here as a cocotte. Do you really think a whore gives a asshole about her clients ?"

"I was going to have it away your puss, but after that, I'm going to take your ass. Where's the lube ?'

"Table, beside the bed."

"Get in military position, girlie."

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

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

Miles fucked my ass like he was fucking a whore. No worry about anything early than his pleasure and his cock. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just fine with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest prison term before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to keep fucking my ass all day. He came with great spirt in my ass.

stat mi dressed and left, and I cleaned up in readying for whoever showed up future. I did have four the first day, including Joe and stat mi, basically four of the top mass in the company. Over the watch over Clarence Shepard Day Jr., they worked their way down the company roll - 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 pinch, which had some variety of ignition lock on. No great shock there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their dog collar. They used some kind of round lock like in vending machines, so there was no demand to put a key very far in. I knew a footling about whorl, but had no hint how one might even try to pick this lock chamber. I played with it, but didn't get much of anywhere.

There was a Whitney Young latina fair sex who brought meals twice a day. She quickly made it clear that she would not assist me.

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

Several weeks into it, my client was a offspring programmer. smartness kid, afters, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike to the highest degree of the others, he tried making love to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to relieve oneself me find good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have often choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Apostle of the Gentiles spent quite a spell kissing me as he stroked my boobs. Then he spent sentence sucking each bosom, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my titty over until I had an climax. My soundbox always seemed to delight the sex, but I often did not have orgasms. After I came, Paul got on me missionary style and eased his pricking into me.

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

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

"Even after I've fucked so many bozo in the 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 guardianship about fucking my ass. Alice Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to fuck him. Saul of Tarsus kissed me and played with my pinhead and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly conceive how sweet he was. I almost wished he was my only lover.

We did make love a tertiary time, missioner way again, and as he came he spent a long metre kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one more client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Alice Paul had been the last, I might experience invited him to stay with me. No one in the three months I'd been there had treated me as sweetly and kindly as he had.

A hebdomad or so after Paul, they told me there was a special event. They put all-inclusive padded leather straps on my radiocarpal joint and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my dorsum. The two men there took me toward the room access to the condominium. I was scared, but they told me that the security system of rules had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the battlefront 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 back seat. They drove to another parking garage and parked. They got me out of the car, still naked and walked me to another lift, which took us to offices of what I realized was the fellowship I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the offices to a large get together elbow room, where there were about 25 men gathered. They walked me over to an unusual tabular array and one of the men spoke.

"As you know, Stephanie here founded the company and sold it, taking all the payoff for herself. To pee-pee up for all the covetousness and ill discussion of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the older staff."

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

"Now it's clip to reinforce some of the more Junior staff, but we're doing that in a slightly unlike way."

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

"Each of you will now get a chance to get a picayune incentive 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 xx five men in a get together elbow room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to place over, this topped that by a Roman mile. There was absolutely cipher I could do, and what was unsound, I knew my kitty was getting wet, even as the men began to gather around me.

They hooked a mirror on the early side of meat of the table, angled so I could see the face of each man as he fucked me. I could finger the initiatory man approaching me from behind.

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

"We have to carry it easy on her. We don't want to deflower her in one effect. As it is she'll likely need solar day to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the liberal cock I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my pelvic girdle and fucked me arduous and unsmooth for respective transactions before coming in me. He pulled out and I could sense and hear someone else coming.

"hoot that was overnice. I want more of that shit. Just tell me what I have to do to get another shot at it."

The firstly three were quite well-chosen with my pussy, then I had a pair of ass men. I lost course of it all, I just knew by the time it was done, I was sore as infernal region and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their jibe, the men unfastened my wrists and ankle. As they straightened me up they had to hold me because my legs were so weak.

someone took a dampen textile and wiped down my pussy, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could listen whoops and roar as I went through the office. What few womanhood were there just shook their heads and looked away. I didn't charge them, I didn't approve of it anymore than they did.

I think I came about three prison term during the fucking. I can't be certainly. Most of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and labor me back to the condominium. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still weak, and ran weewee for a bath for me. They told me I'd have the next several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off, then go back to a formula schedule. One of the men said the effect had been such a success that they might well do it again in a month or so. He told me they'd already turned the security department 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 procedure, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me let almost a calendar week off, before they started the common schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system of rules 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 pie-eyed 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. He sprayed something in the expression of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and mortise joint straps and handed me some clothing.

It had been so long since I'd tire out anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Apostle of the Gentiles quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the catch, 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 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 friend who's out of town."

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

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

Paul drove us close to the Canadian River border. A bit of a catch, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot more border security measure 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 pick and comfy. The weather was quick enough that we didn't need a attack. As we went in the cabin, Apostle of the Gentiles turned me around and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and we kissed for a tenacious time.

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

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

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

"Please try, and I'll try to be as ship's boat 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 side by face and continued kissing.

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

"Paul, I owe you so often that you can have any theatrical role of me you want, any way you want."

Saint Paul ran his bridge player over my remaining knocker, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few seconds, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

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

"I know you spent month 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 a lot. 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 titty, which truly did feel wonderful.

"Apostle Paul, delight read off my top."

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

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

Apostle of the Gentiles 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 hands back on my tit. He began squeezing them and tweaking the mammilla, as we leaned together and kissed. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He slid down and kissed my aright breast. He took the nipple between his teeth and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the tit. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his question as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the former boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my rightfulness breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, Alice Paul was the only one who paid any attention to trying to take a leak me feel good. He was doing that in spades and before too farsighted, I had an sexual climax from his efforts.

I pulled him back up and we kissed some more as his manus wandered down my soundbox to my waist. I grabbed his handwriting and put it between my legs where I could tell I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my mound through my dress as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his backrest and head.

"Paul, please take off my dungaree and panties."

Paul slid down my physical structure, kissing as he went down, from my mouth to my cervix, to my chest and boob, to my tummy, sticking his glossa in my belly push button, which tickled. He undid the button at the top, then slowly unzipped the jean. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me to a greater extent and I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my jeans slowly down my ramification and off me,

He returned to stroke my pussy through my panties and I lifted my hips again. He continued to just touch 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 assuagement and I spread my legs wide-eyed to give St. Paul as a great deal admittance as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle and petting and trouncing as he worked his way up my lower leg to my knee, then my internal thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay attention to my pussy, which desperately wanted his succour, instead, he went to the other ankle 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 flak. I wanted him, I needed him - his oral fissure, his glossa, his fingers, his dick, anything.

I could hardly believe it. My pussy which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many clip, for so many month, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Paul. My legs were spacious 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 buss and lick back up the side again, just over top of my clit, which was aching for him, and back down the other side, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy backtalk. I thought I was going to go mad from sexual desire and craving him, when he paused and placed a big kiss, right in the center of my pussy.

I thrust my rosehip forward as he began to kiss and lick my slit and clit, first just on the outer rim, then sticking his spit into me. Saul of Tarsus nibbled and sucked on my clit as he slowly put a finger in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my kitty grab his finger's breadth and my whole consistency exploded in the cock-a-hoop sexual climax I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul the Apostle was the entirely man to prepare beloved to me. I came down off my intimate high as he came back up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would reckon after calendar month of multiple daily fucking that sex would have no thrill, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to reach you palpate as good as you just made me find. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My lip, my ass, my twat ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul the Apostle rolled over on me and slid his stopcock in my puss. I was in heaven and wrapped my branch around his waist as he slowly began to be intimate my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my twat with his hawkshaw, filling my twat with his cum. At that point, 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 oink, he shoved his dick oceanic abyss in me and came with what felt like gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his thorax and being tickled by his chest fuzz. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to buss me, buss my neck, his my ear, and stroke my aspect, my cervix, and my body.

We kissed and touched each other for a prospicient prison term, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our sexual reverie. When we woke, some hours later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat Thomas More calm and mortify mode. We showered and enclothe and Paul laid out the architectural plan for that even.

There was a trail starting behind the cabin - an old creature trail. There was a full moon, so he said there was no need for a torch to play along it. Saul of Tarsus had a reach with a small internal brightness level and he said the key was to make sure to head north. There was a heavily wooded area and a small road just on the other face of it.

Saint Paul said the safest and trusted thing was for me to follow the lead, as he took the car and crossed legally through a border crossing various Roman mile down the road. He'd meet me along the route in Canada, then he'd drive us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip border certificate, but with all the deer and animals, the body heat would not be an issue.

It was just a bit chilly and Paul had a cap for me to bear, in addition to the wearing apparel and place he'd provided earlier. The dress were not a bully fit, but close enough for what we were doing. I hoped to get something a footling better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the woods. It took a niggling while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the lunar month was brilliant and it helped.

There were places where the trail seemed to be backbreaking to line up, and when that happened, I'd facial expression at the compass and reach certainly, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after several min of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't much undergrowth, so the going was pretty light, though there were respective small creeks along the way.

I didn't corporate trust myself, in the dark to sail stepping on sway or fallen tress 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 water no eminent than my knees. I was in running skid and socks with dungaree, a top, and my jacket. I had no purpose 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 walk, I came across a road. I had told Saul of Tarsus that I'd put out a petty flag near where I was, and that he was to hold back, seethe down all the windows and open all the doors on the car and I'd know it was him and come out. The latter was a little paranoia on my theatrical role. I wanted to make sure as shooting it was Paul and only Paul in the car picking me up.

Paul had sprung me and receive me away, but even now I didn't wholly trust him or anyone else. I knew he had some theme for getting us away, but I had some ideas of my own. Saul of Tarsus stopped and opened the car as I had asked and I looked carefully to cause for sure the car was solve 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 phones and exchanged numbers, since I had no phone and Saint Paul had wisely ditched his already.

Paul the Apostle 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 to begin with. We made love again and went to kip. In the morning, my apparel were dry, if something to a lesser extent than wonderful.

I asked Paul if he had any Cash and told him I'd pay him back many multiplication over. He wanted to accompany me, but I told him it was safer if we separated for while. I said we'd sports meeting back up that evening. I hit a thrift store and bought a couple of slightly overnice, but different getup which fit much better, and hit a discount store for bras and pantie and a small overnight subject.

I changed to a new kit in a populace restroom and put the residuum of my purchase in the overnight bag. I next hit a hair salon and had them cut my long blonde haircloth to a pixie cut and dye it jet black-market. With the new fuzz, a pair 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 dissimulator passport.

So many commonwealth now have RFID chips and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a piazza that could pass me a South African recommendation with no biometrics. Paul had given me a fair sum of money of John Cash, at my begging, and I had adequate cash left for a one way just the ticket to French capital. As the plane was getting quick to take off, I texted Paul and told him I'd be in link with him in a few days.

I had some protagonist in Paris from my modeling daylight, and hit one of them for a place to stay on overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my depository financial institution and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own gens, which would attain it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a serial publication of one-half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an strike name. They checked my fingermark and other biometric data point, which matched, of line and got me a new passport. I'd dumbfound a new recommendation picture before I arrived, and had gotten a good phony number one wood's license in my real name in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to tick off everything out and get me the new pass, but I had modeling admirer in Geneva to continue with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my device driver license, accessed my bank building story in Geneva. I had scads of money there. The millions I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but interest and net on that, and money I'd put there before.

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

Paul had told me that there were several former the great unwashed at the fellowship who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyers got depositions from them. One of them actually had copy of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my sheath. The ship's company was suing to apply their personal avail contract bridge and suing for damages for breach of declaration. I was counter suing for sour imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my party favour and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive legal injury. What with appeal, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner earphone on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Saul of Tarsus, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to see me. He said he'd been apprehensive disgusted and gave me the entropy. He said my former ‘ Friend'had put out a million dollar advantage for information as to where I was.

Does it go like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Saul a million dollars 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 aim the train to capital of France. I had another supporter curb him in capital of France and tell him to come to Geneva. In the interim, I'd made sure the Swiss constabulary were aware of my former abduction and told them my captor might try to have me again.

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