You nod

You nod, resigned.

“Excellent” The scarred man smiles and walks up to you and unties your gag. You open your mouth and close few times. “So?” he

You turn to him, open your mouth to say that he could fuck himself, then close it. You close your eyes, sight and hang your head.

“The documents are in my office, in safe behind the big plant bowl.” You answer resigned. You feel terrible as if you are burning the only copy of a book which you wrote.

“Good. And the safe code?”

You bit your lip, hesitating a little. But it's too late for that.

“86-45-3-57”

The man notes it down, then smiles.

“Thank you.” He turns and leaves the room, taking out his cell phone. He returns a moment later and smiles at you “Thank you, dear, someone will bring the files here, so we can check if they match. Until then, do you want something that would make your stay more comfortable?” The man asks kindly... almost mockingly.

You open your mouth to ask about something to drink – only to be gagged again.

“No, that's great. Now,” everything goes black again, as he covers your head with the hood, again. “stay still, and wait patiently.” You feel fingers toying with your nipple for a moment before letting go. You can hear a moving sounds, then the door closing.

You close your eyes as air escapes your mouth – you just buried almost two years of your work. And what you got in return – nothing. They can still do whatever they want with you, and you just gave up your only bargaining chip.

You move your hands, testing the cuffs – and yup, surprise, the handcuffs hold.

“Are you swinging your tits, because you want me to attach something to them?” You hear the older man's voice.

You freeze and cease moving.

“No? That's what I thought.” then you hear some rustling and silence again.

You sit, for a long time, not doing anything the only thing you can do is to think. And soon your mind goes to the possible future scenarios of what could happen to you.

The could use you as an example, by destroying your life.

You were led somewhere when the hood was taken off, you stood in front of a crowd of thirty young men. You take a step back, only to hit the wall – you are trapped. The men throw themselves at you, they take off your gag, as well as rip-off your skirt and panties. Soon all of your holes are stuffed and fucked. Young men are vigorous, lively and full of energy – it's hard for you to keep up. They are also rough – not caring for your comfort, only their pleasure. Finally, your holes are filled with seed, not a moment after they remove themselves from you, a fresh dicks **** your holes. Then again, and again, and again. Finally, when they are finished they, take off the handcuffs and throw your semen covered body on trash – then start taking pictures. The pictures are posted around town – your reputation as a lawyer ruined, your career effectively over, your family-

You shudder as the scenario stops playing in your mind. Your pussy is burning and your nipples are painful from excitement.

But it could be worse, they could shackle you for life.

You were led somewhere close, and the hood was taken off as well as the cuffs. You stood in a room with a single bed, the scared man wanted you to fulfil your offer of fucking, but he wanted you to roleplay as his lover – and convincingly so. You agreed. You put your clothes in order, and greeted him flirtatiously, then kissed him. Slowly you went on your knees and blew him, with help of your tits. Then you stripped, saddled him and fucked him. Then you allowed him to fuck your ass – you didn't allow even your husband to take your backdoor. After that you cleaned him – and, surprise, he let you go. A month passed. You had a case of **** – one day a stranger approached you and played the video of you fucking the scar-faced man. Either you lost the case or the tape went to your husband. So you lost the case, leaving the crestfallen clients. The stranger fucked you as a reward. Then came the next case. Slowly, you became the mafia's lawyer – and fuck toy.

You bit your lip, suppressing a moan that was escaping your throat. That could be even worse, then the first scenario.

But, if they decided to get rid of you?

You were led to the van, then transported somewhere. When the hood was removed, you found yourself in a small room. Then some men grabbed you in a hold, while a woman took a syringe and injected you with something. Then you were shackled to the bed. After some time, a man came in, he fucked you, then left. Then another and another. Then some woman came and feed you-you didn't resist when you were injected again. After that, a man, after another came and fucked you. It was not hard to deduce that you were in a brothel. And you stayed there.

You shivered. That was actually a terrifying vision. Yet your body is, of course, turned on by it.

You swallow, as your mind presents you another scenario...