Roxy didn't recognize how retentive she had been in this position. She was on her knees and her body deflect forward till her face touched the gentle material beneath her. A leather strap across the scruff of her neck kept her head down. Two circle of cushioned restraints, similar to those used in a mental institution for restraining out-of-control patients, were fastened around her ankles and calfskin, keeping her pegleg firmly anchored to the land. Her hands her level to her back with the Lapp variety of buffer restraint.

Her mettle was pounding as anxiety flooded her body like a swarm of locust. Her breathing space light and rapid as fear seeped into her very inwardness. Not only was she restrained to a full stop of no escape, she was also completely naked.

It didn't really guide very much resource to know what's about to happen to her. After all, she did steal from Dragon, the rising ring drawing card of the Stonehenge, a hefty drug cartel. He was as ruthless as he was unforgiving. No one crossed genus Draco without getting off unscathed.

But she thought she was smarter than he was. She thought she could get away with the million dollars she took from him three days ago. She thought she was ahead of him and could prompt out of the country and make a living with the stolen money somewhere else.

Apparently, she was wrong.

Three hour ago, she was at the airport ready to frustrate the Mexican custom to board a flight to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. Then, two officers came and apprehended her for suspiciousness of smuggling drugs. Of course that was not the typeface as she was never searched nor was she brought to the law post for further questioning.

Instead, she was brought to an abandoned storage warehouse far away from civilization and manhandled by three wolf. min later, she was stripped bare and bound into this disgracing posture.

Regret crept into her. But it was too late now. Draco never forgave. And he never showed mercy.

Suddenly, the opening night of the door pulled her out of her mentation. A man dressed in a sparkle blue shirt and black slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, walked into the room.

"That's her ?"a man dressed in a light blueing shirt and disgraceful slack asked. His whole step was curt and genteel. He was clearly educated.

"Yeah. That's her."another man, dressed in Negroid leather jacket and jeans, growled. As if telling her that she was in big trouble.

Not that she didn't know that already.

The Genteel man gave the room a legal brief inspection."Not the most hygiene of home I've been to. And the kindling is poor."

"Don't worry about it. I have a flashlight."the other man held out his cellphone.

Genteel man gave the other guy a look of antipathy but since the payment he had received was much generous than he usually got, he figured he would let that glide. Whatever the woman had a squawk with the men he had seen coming in here, he didn't want to be a theatrical role of it. And God, she was tied in such a shameful post. His turncock hardened just by watching her pretty ass and her hairless pussy.

Genteel man set his briefcase on the level near the bench the woman was on. He took out a charge card bag from the briefcase and tore it clear, before removing a pass plastic speculum from it.

Since the fair sex was set quite low, he had to kneel down to get a point position of her pussycat. Usually he didn't choose his patient being propped to such an inconvenient height, much less in such a terrible position. But he would be lying if he said he didn't know why. The top of her pussy was leveled to his pelvic girdle when he stood. She was perfectly positioned for the convenience of the men that were going to fuck her. He briefly wondered if her asshole would contact the Same circumstances before slapping it down.

I have a job to do. maledict it. He reminded himself.

He placed the speculum on the all-encompassing space between her legs and went back to his briefcase to get a tube of lube and a pair of metal thongs. He placed the two detail mightily beside the speculum. From his breast pocket, he pulled out two India rubber glove and snapped it on.

The snapping of the rubber baseball mitt made Roxy jolted in fear. With circumscribe field of vision, she couldn't see and had no estimate what was happening behind her. Then, she felt two fingerbreadth rubbing something cool along her kitty. She jerked away from the touch by lifting her ass higher. The fingerbreadth followed and she lowered her ass to get away.

"I can't do my job if she's moving this much."the Genteel man complained.

"storage area on."the early guy said. After some clanking of metals, the guy came to his face."Move away doc, might get a little messy."

Roxy couldn't see but she could hear the shuffle of feet as the man stood and removed himself away from her. Then, she felt something round and frigidness pressed against her asshole. Her body instantly tensed in horror. Fraction of a moment later, she was struggling madly. She cursed and shouted like a pissed off ingrate as the leather jacket clad man pushed the object into her harder.

Her whoreson soon puckered, giving introduction to the round object. A sharp pain sensation rippled through her body. But that wasn't just the end of it. The man pushed the object deeper into her and she could soon make out the breaking ball duration attached to the stave ball.

The target inside her whoreson was then tugged upwards, hoisting her bare ass up. She tried to agitate against the puff but with her delicate bunghole on the line, she had no choice but to obliged. Once she was pulled taunt between the chasteness on her legs and some variety of sweetener in her ass, the man in leather jacket walked into her view. His hand was holding a rope which he then tied to a metal flange attached to the judiciary she was on.

"There. All still."he said dryly before plunging two fingers roughly into her lubricated pussy.

Roxy tensed at the harsh intrusion. Other than that, she couldn't move an inch more. The survive defence she once had was finally shattered with the installation of the hook.

Securely bound, Genteel man approached her again. This clip, his signature incurred no movement. To arrive at sure she was truly procure, he smacked the cover of the speculum and hammered the plastic implement into her puss. Such a personnel would have a woman leaped out of the gynecology chair in choler. Clearly, this patient didn't have that luxury. A tiny voice inside him told him to jostle the thing harder but he ignored it.

Her kitty-cat remained fairly still, held into piazza like a motionless sex replica waiting to receive a cock. His cock stirred and hardened again at the thought. Five years in the subject, he had never once had an hard-on during his job. But this one alone had given him twice in just 10 hour. This was wrongly. He shouldn't be aroused by something like this. Not by a woman that was clearly being restrained against her will.

He took a deeply breathing time to steady his nerve. He needed to focalize on his job. He opened the speculum. Her kitty parted, revealing all its fuckable pinkness to him. Her pleas only reminded him that she never wanted this. Keeping the speculum open with one hand, he took the pair of thongs with the other.

"Light."he said.

The early guy turned his cellphone's camera light on and shone the beam into her parted pussy. After angling it a few times, the fall finally revealed a midget red string at her cervix uteri. With the thongs, Genteel man grabbed the end of the string and tugged it. Gradually, a slight cylindric rod poked out of the tiny opening.

"Done."he finally said when the rod was completely out of her pussy.

Roxy's face paled. They had just removed her IUD, a tiny device that had kept her immune from the knottiness of maternity. There was only one reason they got that out of her and she didn't like it at all.

"She will go back to her usual cycle in a few weeks."Genteel man informed."I'm obliged to tell you to use protection to nullify STI, but I suppose that won't be the case."

"Oh, she's getting everything bare, doc. Cock and cum."the former guy said sardonically."Say, doc. Want to get a musical composition of that twat ?"

"I'll pass."the Genteel man said with a beefy vocalism."I think she's going to have plenty of cocks today. You have quite a group out there."

"The more the merrier."the guy insisted.

"Thanks but I have an engagement later."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't clutch you anymore, doc."

Genteel man gave a curt nod and walked towards the door. He silently wished the woman good luck for whatever they were planning, it certainly wouldn't be a joy ride.

"If you do change your mind, doc, you can always come back."the former guy called out."Her pussy ain't going no where and she'll welcome your cock. Am I right, Roxy ?"

"I'll think about it."he replied. In his idea, he was already contemplating his schedules.

The room access was closed and Roxy felt a sudden chill down her spine. She was really going to be fucked now. She begged for mercy countless of prison term when she was forcefully manhandled into this position only to be told that no sum of money of pleading would spare her.

"I'm sure you know why you are here ? Roxy ?"Leather jacket asked with a cold voice.

"I'm sorry, I'll give him back the money."

The man crouched in presence of her and disgorge her an evil grin."Oh, you can keep the money. Draco has no need for the million clam you stole. But no one should get that much of money without working, am I right ?"

Roxy could only stare blankly at the man as her cheek paled.

"At a pace of 150 dollars per roll in the hay,"he then placed his mouth over her ear,"how many fucks do you suppose a million dollar could get ?"

"No. I'll give you the money-"she was cut of with a palm tree on her mouth.

"Like I said, we don't need your money. Roxy. We simply going to jazz the one million dollars out of your body."he took a deep breathing space of her whisker."With 15 percent stake. Of course."

Roxy shivered at his word. She didn't need to make out maths to come up out how many.

It was simply too many to count.

The end .