short letter : This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual bondage, mortification, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please decamp this story.

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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the globe, or at least seemed to be. I am 5'10"with a reduce image, gracious dumbbell, long blonde hair, and a fairly brass. During college, I modeled part time, making good money, to pay for college and ply a cuddle egg for what I really wanted. I had ambitiousness, I had a visual sense, and I saw voltage for new ideas and products.

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

I was not coder enough to do this, though I knew a niggling about code. I found people who could do this and used my nest egg from modeling to pay people to bring my vision into realness. I drove my people hard, but I drove myself even harder. I worked 16 hour days, 7 days a workweek. I worked, I ate, and I slept, often just in whatever part I could give at the time.

I scared up some financing, beyond what I had from modeling and pushed everyone. Yes, I was demanding, I was decisive, I had gamey 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 good example. Hell, I modeled myself after some of the most successful people in the tech human beings. But because I was a cleaning lady, I was a bitch.

My basic effrontery was that when we made it big, I'd reward all the people who helped get me there. In the lag, I kept sole ownership of the business. I wanted no one whatsoever to be able-bodied to back reckon me or throw the major power to undercut my conclusion. I owned it, I ran it, I called all the injection, driving all of us to topographic point we'd only ever dreamed of.

By the time we released it, my money was about gone. I could keep paying mass as we proceeded, but let my flat go. I was sleeping in the office most of the sentence anyhow. We had a decent rollout, with good word of sassing. Before retentive, we had the hottest new app out there. The problem was making money out of it. We brought in taxation, which immediately went back into salary and advertising.

It's a common job 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 fire, but the segment we created began to draw in the attention of some much handsome company. I knew if we could hold on to what we had and keep construction for another six month, we'd be a major success.

Part of that meant defending our turf against fledgeling who were gunning for us and our market and customer. That meant continuing to enhance the production, even as we tried to defend our market place portion. With our hard currency situation, that was becoming increasingly difficult. That was where we were when another tech whale, which will go unnamed, 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 companionship that opened new affair only to get beat by early companies that left them in the debris. They are horde. 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 company, I had to reckon it.

I knew this ship's company had the technical resources and fiscal lick to get a success of this. They were offering all cash for 100 % of the company. I lost all upside, but had no downside, and could turn around and pursue still other melodic theme that were floating around in my head. They were pretty toilsome nosed about it, but so was I. They wanted a non-compete article and I restricted it to my mart segment and related to single. That still left plenty of alternatives.

I would get $ 250 million for the company. Not bad for 4 years of very hard study. I negotiated in secret, with only the company attorney aware of what was going on. I needed him to clear for certain everything was on the up and up. They wanted me to sign a personal services declaration to provide marketing and promotional Robert William Service for the caller 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 bank - before revenue enhancement of course. I didn't want to, but they conditioned the sale on the personal services declaration. I went to the lawyer.

"Joe, ensure 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 bank your lawyer ? I did. As it turned out, I shouldn't have. He told me everything was fine, that there would be no smutty surprisal, and I ought to go forward with it. I looked at the Quran and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll department with the way the cash was coming. Without keep furtherance, my market portion would start to slip, and that was chewing up my cash.

On one of my mould jobs, I'd traveled to Switzerland, and had opened an news report at a Swiss bank at that meter. I didn't have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to meet anything there because of how the Swiss are about their depository financial institution. I insisted that at the closing, the investment trust be wired to my Swiss money box account. The purchaser hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed.

They insisted on doing the shutting at a very sole condo, just outside 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 gilded animation room, but a ace bedroom and toilet. The building had key access only for the elevator, and the elevator would take you only to your right floor.

There was a nice table and we sat around it, me my lawyer, and two EXEC from the company buying my company. I had to sign the docs in eight topographic point, and told them I'd sign seven only, until they had wired the money to my bank. They weren't happy about that, but agreed. I used my speech sound to check and as soon as the money was there, I signed the last item.

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

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

"Plus slope 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 sorting of metallic element collar. I felt around it and couldn't find any release, and was pissed.

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

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

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

"I thought you checked the contract."

"Believe me, I did."

"And I have to wear some goddamned 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 keep you incognizant of certain contract provisions."

"You rotten son of a bitch."

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

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

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

"I worked myself just as hard."

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

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

The two execs looked at each 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 severe galvanising shocks going through my eubstance. It was from the leash, and it was shocking me. It was so bad, I collapsed in a pile, with the shocks running through my physical structure, until Joe hauled me back into the condominium and shut the door.

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

"How long was that declaration ?"

"Five years."

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

"Unless we choose to take into account you out for some intellect, exactly."

"What about my wearing apparel ? nutrient ? Anything else ?"

"Since you mention it, you need to go ahead and remove 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 flimsy tingling from the pinch. I looked at them and they had big smile on their faces.

"That is just to let you have a go at it. Do you really want us to crank up it up to pain grade ?"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course we would. You've abused and humiliated a lot of hoi polloi and now you get more than than a appreciation of insult and humiliation."

I turned to Joe.

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

"Money and a chance to carry component part in your humiliation."

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

I felt the prickling growth, but still short of true pain levels. I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but did not require another electrical shock the way I'd had it earlier. I was wearing a jacket, which I slowly removed, and laid across the back of a chair. I looked at all three of them and they had wicked, determined grinning. I removed my high bounder and set them on the chair as well. I paused, and they looked at me and smiled.

"Please continue."

I was wearing a very business-like doll. I undid the knock, then unbuttoned the button above the face slide 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 dorsum 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. stay fresh going."

I glared at them as I unbuttoned my white farseeing sleeve top. It did not button all the way to my neck, but I did not have any cleavage viewing. I felt I was well past tense having to flash a dope to get somewhere. Once I had the battlefront unbuttoned, I unbuttoned the manacle on the arm and slid the top off. I almost felt a righteous anger. They could take a shit 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 step-in with my munition crossed, tapping my substructure against the trading floor. One of the White House had a little half chuckle.

"Compliant, yet defiant, I see."

"What do you expect ?"

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

I glared at him and felt another little prickling from the collar. Somehow, I would find a way. Somehow I would pay them back - big sentence. In the lag, I had little option but to do as they said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and let it descend forward off my shoulders, baring my c-cup knocker. I was embarrassed to notice my tit hard and standing up.

That made me more angry and defiant as I placed my bra across the Sami electric chair. I put my hands on my pelvic arch, not even attempting to cover or shroud my boob. I didn't want to give them the pleasure 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. Firm, no droop. What do you think ?"

"Definitely very nice."

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

"All right, let's last this and remove the panties. Don't know about anyone else, but I can't time lag for this."

The other White House and Joe both nodded. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the trading floor and put them with my early 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 discase 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 continue for quite a while."

"What do you desire now ?"

"Get down on your knees."

"Why ?"

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

I felt the taking into custody prickling again, so I dropped down to my knees. 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 wait 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 drawers, and looked up to see the cruddy smile I could ever receive expected to see.

"Now take out his hawkshaw and suck it. And let me monish you, if you hurt him in any way, the infliction you felt going out that door will be zippo compared to what you'll smell in return."

I don't know that I'd have tried to anguish him, but that just made it that much bad. I didn't even want to look at Joe's face as I did this. He'd betrayed me, for money and the prospect to pack part in this. I could hardly believe 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 deuced collar, I felt like I had lilliputian pick but to do what they said. I pulled out his prick and looked at it. As I did, it quickly got hard in my hand. I turned to look at one of the execs and realized they'd been videoing my stripping and now this. Not only were they trying to humiliate me, but they were going to keep video evidence of it as well.

My apprehension tingled again, so I took the nous of his dick between my brim, like a lollypop and sucked on it then popped it back out. I could savour a piffling of Joe's precum on the end of his shaft as I did. I decided to give them their money's Worth of humiliation, and took it back in my sassing, a little deeper this metre while stroking the rest of it with my hand. Joe moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

Joe pumped his gumshoe in and out of my back talk, getting deeper than I'd have liked, almost to the gunpoint of choking me. I did what little I could with my back talk, tongue and hand, as Joe enthusiastically fucked my lip. I put my other hand against his hip to brace myself, while using one hand to try to stroke him and continue him from shoving too much of the hammer down my throat.

I was struggling to breathe as Joe pulled my head as stuffy to him as he could and came with a great gush into my mouth and pharynx. I tried to eat up, so I didn't choke on his dick and his cum, though it took a couple of swallows to get most of it down. Joe released my foreland and I backed away from him and caught my breath.

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean you intend to throw me suck the great unwashed off for the next five years ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned to the two execs, who smiled and I felt the neckband chill again.

"You mean right here ?"

"Why not ?"

I lay down on the flooring and spread my pegleg. My twat was nicely trimmed, but not shaved. One of the White House commented.

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

Joe ranged over me and lay down and began playing with my booby. As he did, I gasped and moaned and could palpate myself getting even wetter between the leg. What was most humiliating about the unhurt affair was that it felt serious. My body was enjoying it and reacting to it. I couldn't assist it, as he played with my dummy, I began moving my hips around.

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

Joe began to soak up on one dummy as he played with the former one and ran his other helping hand down to my pussy. It was knockout to even hold on cut of what he did. He sucked and nibbled on one dummy as he tweaked stroked and gently pinched the other one. My mammilla were just about as punishing as they'd ever been in my life.

In the meantime, Joe ran a digit down my slit, first just down the sassing, then in slightly, coming up and stroking my clit. I was really squirming now and pumping my rosehip as well. I could feel my juice gushing out of my cunt as he played with me. Joe took his midriff finger and put it deep into me and began to finger fuck my pussy as he used his ovolo and index number finger to play with my clit.

I had not had clip 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 great and I could delight myself a lot more than they ever pleased me. Somehow, what Joe was doing, combined with the interview, exhibitionism, and abasement, turned me on to a greater extent than I'd ever have expected.

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

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

Joe began to fuck me, slowly at first, then picking up speeding. As he did, I began to fuck him back. I could feel the heat rising through my torso as he plunged his prick as deep in me as it could go. It no longer mattered whether this was coerced, whether it was whoredom, or even whether it was some sorting of weird payback, I wanted Joe to have intercourse me, and I wanted him to cum inside me.

I could find my snatch tighten around his hammer, and heard Joe moan as it did. I could feel the estimable 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 eyes closed, gasping and trying to catch my intimation as Joe collapsed on me with his putz twitching and spurting deep in my cunt.

"Damn, cunt. I think you enjoyed that to a greater extent than I did."

Joe climbed off me with his prick slowly wilting.

"Damn, guy, that was Worth it. I'd almost let 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. Girl, clean me up."

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

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

I rolled onto my paw and genu, still almost stunned by it all. He had me prompt my legs farther apart. I didn't even know or care what he was doing as he came up behind me. I felt the head of his dick against my prick, and I realized he was going to hump my ass too.

"Oh, no."

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

"young lady, you do whatever I want, when I want. sympathize ?"

I just nodded as he eased the head of his stopcock just inside my mother fucker. It hurt some, because my ass was not used to that and the only lube was my spit and whatever of my succus remained on his tool. He took it easy though as he slid his putz in me, going back and forth just a fiddling farther each clock time until I could experience him all the way in, with his hip firmly against my ass and his ballock swatting me with each stroke.

It was uncomfortable at first, but the farther along he went, the better 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 consignment deep in my ass. I wiggled and moaned as he did, which seemed, if anything to make him happier.

Joe released me and I collapsed on the floor, with his cum dripping out of my twat and my ass. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and startle to put his wearing apparel back on. I just lay there, trying to recuperate from it all.

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

"diddly-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 arse plug to stretch that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort."

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

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

"My clothes ?"

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

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

"You won't leave them ?"

"You'd just be tempted to weary them, and what's the level ?"

"What about food ?"

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

"What can I bear, then ?"

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

"So I'm here as your harlot for the side by side five years ?"

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

"No, no."

"You'll be the retention incentive for many of your former employees. A bunch of them watched the proceedings on live-stream and are eagerly awaiting their turning. We will also receive you entertain certain client and subcontractors. Don't worry. You'll have plenty to hold back you busy."

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

They walked out the door, carrying my dress, and closed the doorway behind them. I went in the privy and showered. I washed out my pussy and ass as best I could. I had an implant that had about three age 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 shag by each one. mother fucker, by the sentence they turned me loose, I'd be thoroughly fucked over - probably 20,000 prison term or so. The prospect scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't sure what to do. The Nice thing was, I'd likely have time to try to figure something out along the way.

I douched out my pussy and gave myself an enema, then shaved my pussycat and showered all the funk of Joe off me. I had no idea who was coming next, but it would likely be 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 closets, and there was not a wisp of article of clothing in any of them. If I could figure out how to get out of this collar, I'd have to bump 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 ? tidy sum of problems to solve, but I was always good at solving problems.

A minuscule later, I got a visit from international nautical mile, who had been my tribal chief data officer. He was my side by side node and seemed to relish the luck to jazz me just as lots as Joe had. I just lay on the bed, waiting for him to come in to me, which he did, taking off his clothes as he did.

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

"Nice to know you can get so much delight from person else's discomfort."

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy 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 knees, cunt."

"There's lube in the table."

"We're just doing bow-wow mode, but if you're good, maybe I'll use lube before I fuck your ass."

land mile came behind me and started putting his finger in my kitty. I was surprised that I was already wet.

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

Miles 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."

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

Here I was, fucking these bozo, no foreplay, no preliminary, no real consent, and yet I was having the just sex of my spirit. Was it just because I hadn't had much sex in a hanker time ? I didn't know and couldn't really compute it out under the fate. I was fucking him back as he let go of my knocker and pulled my hips tight, shoved his prick deep in me and came in my pussy.

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

"Okay girlie, scavenge it off."

My blazon were pinned, so I couldn't get hold of him with my hands, but took him into my mouth as abstruse as I could. Miles drove the activeness, fucking my rima oris as I lay there. He quickly got hard again and hurl his cock until it hit the back of my throat. I had no dominance at all as he fucked my mouthpiece hard and libertine. 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 deeply 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 More of these bonuses."

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

"And your pussy is just aching to have my hawkshaw back in it again."

"bread and butter in idea, I'm just here as a whore. Do you really think a whore gives a shit about her client ?"

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

"mesa, beside the bed."

"Get in position, girlie."

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

"That is one tight 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."

stat mi fucked my ass like he was fucking a prostitute. No vexation about anything other than his pleasure and his dick. Once I'd stretched out, it felt just alright with him fucking my ass. He actually kept it up for the longest fourth dimension before he came in me. It was almost starting to feel like he was going to stay fresh fucking my ass all day. He came with slap-up squirt in my ass.

Admiralty mile dressed and left, and I cleaned up in preparation for whoever showed up next. I did have got four the first day, including Joe and Miles, basically four of the top hoi polloi in the company. Over the stick with mean solar day, 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 metre looking at the apprehension, which had some kind of lock on. No great seismic disturbance there. They sure didn't want me unlocking their collar. They used some kind of rung lock like in vending motorcar, so there was no pauperism to put a key very far in. I knew a little about locks, but had no cue how one might even try to cull 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 vindicated that she would not assist me.

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

Several hebdomad into it, my client was a young programmer. Smart kid, Sweet, a bit nerdy, and young. Unlike virtually of the others, he tried making dearest to me. He kissed me and stroked me and really tried to make me experience good before fucking me. Seriously, I didn't have much choice anyhow, but I was touched by his tenderness.

Apostle Paul spent quite a piece kissing me as he stroked my boobs. Then he spent time sucking each bosom, kissing and nibbling on it, before turning to the other one. He kept working my tit over until I had an orgasm. My consistence always seemed to love the sex, but I often did not bear sexual climax. After I came, Paul got on me missionary dash and eased his shaft into me.

As he fucked me, Paul the Apostle told me how wonderful I was and how much he enjoyed being with me. I really started to opine he meant it.

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

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

"Even 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 take up him off and didn't care about fucking my ass. Paul rolled me on top of him and I put him in me and began to make love him. Saul kissed me and played with my dummy and ass as I fucked him. I could hardly believe how sweet he was. I almost wished he was my exclusively lover.

We did fuck a third base clip, missionary style again, and as he came he spent a tenacious metre kissing me before he got up and left. I still had one More client coming that day, which was disappointing. If Paul had been the end, I might have 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 week or so after Paul, they told me there was a special event. They put wide padded leather straps on my wrists and ankles and fastened my wrist behind my cover. The two men there took me toward the door to the condominium. I was scared, but they told me that the security system had been turned off briefly, as they led me, naked out the front door.

I rode down the elevator, still naked to the parking service department, and they walked me to a car with heavily tinted Windows. There was a number one wood in the car, and the two men sat on either side of me in the back behind. They drove to another parking service department 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 company I'd sold.

They walked me naked through the spot to a boastfully meeting 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 return for herself. To establish up for all the greed and ill treatment of the staff, she has been providing services, mostly to the senior staff."

I looked around and all the men seemed to be leering at my defenseless consistency. I knew most of them must birth seen some of the video recording of me stripping and fucking, and they must induce heard about the ‘ bonuses'for some staff.

"Now it's clip to reinforce some of the more junior faculty, but we're doing that in a slightly dissimilar way."

With that, the other man unhooked my hands from behind my rachis and the two men each took a handwriting, knack me over and fastened the wrist strap to hooks in the table. They kicked my groundwork apart and fastened the ankle straps to legs of the table.

"Each of you will now get a hazard to get a little bonus from Stephanie - either her ass or her kitty, 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 elbow room of the company. If I thought it was humiliating to be stripped, kept naked, and fucked by anyone they chose to send over, this topped that by a Swedish mile. There was absolutely zippo I could do, and what was sorry, I knew my pussy was getting wet, even as the men began to meet around me.

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

"red cent, I've heard about this snatch. I'm just sorry I only get to get laid it once."

"We have to take it slowly on her. We don't want to ruin her in one outcome. As it is she'll likely need days to recover."

The man behind me had what felt like the biggest dick I'd ever taken as he slammed it into my pussy. He grabbed my coxa and fucked me strong and scratchy for various minutes before coming in me. He pulled out and I could sense and try someone else coming.

"Damn that was prissy. I want More of that whoreson. Just tell me what I have to do to get another dig at it."

The first three were quite happy with my pussy, then I had a duad of ass men. I lost track of it all, I just knew by the fourth dimension it was done, I was sore as hell and had cum running down my legs from all the fucking. When everyone had their shooter, the men unfastened my wrist joint and mortise joint. As they straightened me up they had to admit me because my legs were so weak.

Someone took a muffle cloth and wiped down my pussy, ass, and legs, before they led me, still naked back through the office to the elevator. I could hear whoops and roaring as I went through the role. What few fair sex were there just rock 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 times during the fucking. I can't be sure. almost of it seemed like a blur to me. They took me back to the car, and push me back to the condo. They put me in the bathtub. My legs were still weak, and ran body of water for a bathroom for me. They told me I'd have the adjacent various days off, then go back to a normal schedule. One of the men said the consequence had been such a achiever 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 bathtub was hot and I soaked there to try to get some of the discomfort out. If I had almost gotten used to the formula number, I did not want to get used to the gangbangs. Sure enough, they let me have almost a hebdomad off, before they started the usual schedule again. I knew they turned off the security system scheme when they were taking me to a gangbang, but how could I make use of that ?

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

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

"Where are we going ?"

"Somewhere far away from this city."

He drove for a spell, 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 protagonist who's out of town."

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

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

Paul drove us fill up to the Canadian border. A bit of a haul, but not terrible.

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

"There's a lot more border security now."

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

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

"Paul, do you empathise 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 stamp and considerate as I can."

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

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

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

Apostle of the Gentiles ran his bridge player over my left knocker, through my top and bra. He played with it for a few secondment, before he stopped.

"Is it okay for me to do this ?"

"Paul, I'd ask that you not physically hurt me - apart from a few assuage tinge. Pretty much anything else is fine. If I change my creative thinker, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask before each thing you do."

"I know you spent calendar 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 much. I don't want to deny you anything."

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

"I promise."

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

"Saint Paul, please remove off my top."

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

"Can you unfasten my bra ?"

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

"takings off your shirt for me, Paul."

He pulled off his shirt and I placed his hired man back on my boob. 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 hand breast. He took the teat between his dentition and gave me just a little tooth as he sucked on the tit. I moaned, and squirmed, and stroked his head as he enjoyed my breast.

I was really starting to get into it as he moved to the former boob and began doing the same to it. He caressed my proper breast as he sucked on my left one. In all the months I'd been with all those men, St. Paul was the only one who paid any tending to trying to crap me sense good. He was doing that in nigger and before too long, I had an sexual climax from his efforts.

I pulled him endorse up and we kissed some more as his deal wandered down my body to my waist. I grabbed his hand and put it between my leg where I could secernate I was getting wet. Paul rubbed my hill through my clothes as I moaned, kissed him and stroked his book binding and head.

"Paul, delight demand off my jeans and panties."

Paul slid down my body, kissing as he went down, from my sass to my neck, to my dresser and breast, to my tummy, sticking his tongue in my belly button, which tickled. He undid the push at the top, then slowly unzipped the jeans. As the air hit that area, it seemed to enflame me to a greater extent and I lifted my pelvis off the bed as he pulled my denim slowly down my legs and off me,

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

"Please train them off."

He kissed me again, just above the top of the panties and pulled them down and off. That was such a relief and I spread my legs all-embracing to move over Paul as much access as I could. As he got my panties off, he began kissing starting at my ankle joint and cuddling and drubbing as he worked his way up my miserable leg to my knee joint, then my inner thigh until he was almost to my pussy.

I thought he'd pay tending to my pussy, which desperately wanted his ministrations, instead, he went to the other articulatio talocruralis and began kissing and licking his way up that side as well. By the sentence he got near my pussy again, I was on fire. I wanted him, I needed him - his mouth, his spit, his fingers, his prick, anything.

I could hardly conceive it. My pussy which had been so thoroughly plundered by so many men, so many times, for so many calendar month, wanted to be plundered yet again, by Paul. My legs were wide 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 other side.

Then he moved just a bit closer, just outside the lips, to kiss and lick back up the side again, just over top of my clitoris, which was aching for him, and back down the other face, just barely grazing the outside of my pussy lip. 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 heart of my pussy.

I thrust my hips forward as he began to kiss and work out my pussy and clit, first just on the outer lips, then sticking his knife into me. Paul the Apostle nibbled and sucked on my clitoris as he slowly put a finger's breadth in my pussy, taking it in and out. I felt my pussy snaffle his finger and my hale body exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I had been fucked so many times recently, but Paul was the entirely man to defecate love to me. I came down off my intimate gamy as he came back up to osculate me. I could taste myself on his sassing and I don't think Ive ever tasted anything sweeter. You would think after months of multiple everyday piece of tail that sex would have got no rush, but he gave me that thrill.

"Paul, I want to make you finger as good as you just made me feel. What can I do for you ? What do you want ? My sassing, my ass, my pussycat ? All of them, any of them are yours. Take them, please."

Paul the Apostle rolled over on me and slither his pecker in my pussy. I was in heaven and wrapped my branch around his waist as he slowly began to do it my pussy. I needed him, I wanted him in me, deep in me, filling my cunt with his prick, filling my pussycat with his cum. At that head, I could not get enough of this man. I fucked him back, just as a good deal as he fucked me.

He fucked away, deeply in and out until with a grunt, he shoved his dick deep in me and came with what felt like gallons. He collapsed on me, and I felt my rigid nipples scraping his chest and being tickled by his breast hair. He was still gasping for air as he rolled off me and began to buss me, kiss my neck opening, his my ear, and stroke my facial expression, my neck opening, and my body.

We kissed and touched each former for a farseeing time, before finally passing out on the bed and sleeping off our intimate reverie. When we woke, some hr later, we made love again, albeit in a somewhat more calm and subdued fashion. We showered and dressed and Paul laid out the plan for that even.

There was a lead starting behind the cabin - an old beast lead. There was a full lunation, so he said there was no penury for a flashlight to postdate it. Apostle Paul had a reach with a belittled internal light 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 former side of it.

Paul said the safest and surest matter was for me to follow the lead, as he took the car and crossed legally through a margin crossing several miles down the road. He'd meet me along the road in Canada, then he'd thrust us to Montreal, which was fairly close by. A torch in the forest would tip border security, but with all the deer and animals, the physical structure heating would not be an outlet.

It was just a bit chilly and St. Paul had a jacket for me to wear, in addition to the wearing apparel and brake shoe 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 slight better in Montreal. Paul kissed me and I started off into the Wood. It took a little while for my centre to conform to the swarthiness, but the moon was bright and it helped.

There were lieu where the track seemed to be hard to find, and when that happened, I'd look at the compass and wee-wee sure, whatever happened that I was heading north. Usually after respective minute of stomping through the woods, I'd find something resembling the trail again. There wasn't a great deal undergrowth, so the going was pretty well-heeled, though there were several modest creeks 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 lessen and get far wetter. Instead I found comparatively shoal spots and just waded across, usually with weewee no high-pitched than my knee. I was in running skid and socks with blue jean, a top, and my crown. I had no aim of taking off place or denim, so I just let them get wet while crossing. It was a bit uncomfortable in the wet wearing apparel, 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 St. Paul that I'd put out a minuscule flag near where I was, and that he was to break off, roll down all the window 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 division. I wanted to pretend certain it was Paul and only Saul of Tarsus in the car picking me up.

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

St. Paul found a niggling motel near the edge of townspeople and rented a room and we went in. I got out of my wet clothes and let everything dry. I also washed out my panties which were still a bit messy from earlier. We made love again and went to kip. In the good morning, my dress 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 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 often salutary, and hit a discount memory for bra and panties and a small overnight lawsuit.

I changed to a new outfit in a public restroom and put the relief of my purchases in the all-night bag. I side by side hit a hair salon and had them cut my longsighted light-haired hairsbreadth to a imp cut and dye it jet black. With the new hair, a couple of sunglasses, and the new outfit, I was almost unrecognizable. I did some discrete asking around and found a space where I could get a dissimulator passport.

So many rural area now have RFID bit and biometric data on their passports, and I was a bit leery of that, but found a place that could have me a S African passport with no biometry. Paul the Apostle had given me a sightly amount of cash, at my mendicancy, and I had decent cash left for a one way ticket to French capital. As the carpenter's plane was getting cook to fill off, I texted Apostle of the Gentiles and told him I'd be in contact with him in a few day.

I had some friends in Paris from my mould days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Genf and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would gain it easier to get my bank account.

I told them a series of half truths, that I'd been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed public figure. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data, which matched, of line and got me a new pass. I'd gotten a new pass pic before I arrived, and had gotten a right phony driver's license in my material gens in Montreal.

It took a couple of days for them to insure everything out and get me the new recommendation, but I had modeling friends in Geneva to outride with, in the meantime. I got my pass and with my drivers license, accessed my bank account in Geneva. I had tons of money there. The gazillion I'd gotten from the sale of the company, but pastime and earnings on that, and money I'd put there before.

I repaid all my European acquaintance who loaned me money. I hired some top drawer lawyer to check my so-called personal military service contract bridge to get that voided. My attorney reviewed the document and got the guinea pig assigned to a woman justice - smartness. They quickly laid out what had happened to me under the contract, and the evaluator barred the society from enforcing it until there was a full trial and resolution.

Paul had told me that there were several early people at the party who were uncomfortable with what had been done with me, and my lawyer got depositions from them. One of them actually had copy of the videos they'd shot of me, which helped nail my case. The companionship was suing to enforce their personal serve contract and suing for damages for falling out of contract. I was counter suing for false internment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with three-fold punitive damages. What with ingathering, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void.

I'd ditched my burner speech sound on the aeroplane, but got another one in City of Light. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to Jack London to gather me. He said he'd been worry sick and gave me the info. He said my former ‘ admirer'had put out a million buck wages for entropy as to where I was.

Does it sound like I was paranoid ? Wouldn't you be ? I had wired Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a London protagonist check him out and give him instructions to exact the train to capital of France. I had another supporter check him in Paris and distinguish him to amount to Geneva. In the meantime, I'd made sure as shooting the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my capturer might try to take me again.

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