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She sat at her desk in the real estate office, going over some papers froma recent sale. Everything looked good to her and once again, she got the peoplea loan and sold the house. She made a good commission from it and that justadded to her fortune.
Stephanie was a very sexy, beautiful Asian girl of 25 years old. She hadbeen to college and earned her degree, then went on to real estate school toget her license to sell. She was very well off, since she sold a lot of propertiesand was well liked in her company. She was the company's top producer and hadjust recently got her own private, plush office. She had remodeled the officeso she was more at home in it than the little cubicles her co-workers had touse. Her next step would be to become the vice president of the firm and then,work toward taking over the whole company from the old man who founded it.She was such a good agent, with a positive reputation. No one suspected herof doing anything unethical, even illegal. That is, until a man walked in andasked to see her. He said he wanted to buy a large piece of property, whichhad in fact been sold by Stephanie less than 6 months before.
The receptionist called Stephanie on the paging system and said a man wasthere to see her about this property. He said he would only talk to her andif she wasn't available, he would go to another company to make the offer.
Stephanie heard all of this and jumped up, almost running to the main lobbyto meet this man. She would do anything to make this sale and all she couldsee were the dollar signs of what she would gain from the sale. She knew justhow to market the property and also how to fix some documents if needed.
Stephanie came into the reception area, and introduced herself to the manstanding there. He said his name was Ron, and that he was very interested ina particular estate, the largest currently on the market. Stephanie knew aboutit and said that she could certainly assist in contacting the current ownersand making an offer. Then she invited him into her new office. She just knewthat she was going to make this work.
As they entered the office, she told the receptionist she didn't want tobe disturbed. That pleased Ron, because he had plans for this cheating littlebitch. Plans that would make her not only submit to his whims, but plans tomake her submit to anyone he desired.
She asked him to have a seat as she got into the computer to bring up theproperty he had mentioned. She wanted to refresh her memory on the detailsof it and find the current value. Her mind was already working on differentways to fix the paperwork in her favor in order to make this important sale.
Ron sat and waited until she had her computer going and knew she had focusedon the property. Stephanie didn't know it, but he was in fact a private realestate fraud investigator. He had known of Stephanie for some time, since shewas the top agent in the city, and one attractive woman. He had been hiredby the city's largest bank to analyze all big sales.
There were few things that a real estate agent could do which would resultin arrest, prosecution, and jail time in a federal prison. But one of thosethings was to defraud the buyer's lender. In this case, the agent would makean agreement with the buyer outside of escrow's knowledge.
Stephanie had done just this, tempted by a significant kickback from theprevious buyer. She knew the property was being sold for only $2.5 million,but changed the records to let the bank believe it was $3 million. The previousbuyer got an extra $450,000 to repay some gambling debts, Stephanie got anextra $50,000 in her account, and the bank was the victim. No one was the wiser,until Ron put two and two together.
Stephanie said, "OK, Ron, I have it all right here on the computer. I cantell you right now it is expensive, but I am sure we can make a deal. The previousbuyer and I worked very closely on this sale, and for the right price, I amsure he will sell it.
"Yes, I know it is expensive and yes, I can afford it," said Ron. "But thequestion is, Stephanie, can you?"
She looked at him with a puzzled look, not really sure what he was talkingabout. She asked, "What do you mean, Ron? You are the one wanting to buy it,not me. I don't have to be able to afford it."
Ron laughed and handed her a large envelope. He said, "You'll understandwhen you open this Stephanie!"
Stephanie wasn't sure what was on his mind nor what was in the envelope,but she took it and began to open it. Once it was opened, her eyes grew bigand she kind of gasped for some air. Her hands began to tremble as she thumbedthrough the documents he had handed her.
She was speechless. It was all there. He knew. She tried to act confident.
"I'm sure you and I can come to some agreement on this. Let's you and I splitthe $50,000 and no one will be the wiser."
Ron said, "I don't think so. My employers pay me well, and they will certainlyprosecute when this information is given to them. I doubt you will enjoy 5to 7 years in prison."
Stephanie was near panic, but she realized something was being made available. "Butthen why did you come here first? Why not go straight to the bank and handover your information?"
"Look at the last page."
The last page was an agreement, that basically said that she would do ashe wanted, no matter what it was. She didn't really know what he meant by that,but was soon to find out. She looked at him with a puzzled stare and asked, "Justwhat does this mean?"
Ron grinned and said, "It means just what it says, Stephanie. You will belongto me and do everything I say without question. It won't matter what I askfor, you'll do it."
Stephanie's mouth dropped open. "But what does that mean? Everything? Youmean sex? What is everything?"
It was Ron's turn to laugh. He repeated himself. "Everything means everything."
She looked back at the documents in her hand and knew that if her boss orthe authorities ever found out what she had done, she would definitely be injail for a long time. And then she wouldn't have a job or anything. She wouldlose her life style and everything she had worked so hard to get.
"So," she said, "you expect me to do anything you want without question."
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"One year."
"What about my job?"
"Take a leave of absence."
"Are you going to ask me to sell my house?"
"Anything is possible. In one year you will get your life back. You may nothave many possessions at that time, but you will have your life. One year isa lot better than 5 to 7, I am sure you will agree."
"Can I think it over?"
"Sure. I will give you another 5 minutes."
"Five minutes! But I need time to think about this!"
"And time to plan an escape from the country. I know you have family backin Thailand. You could disappear into Thai society, enjoy a year or two vacation,get new documents, and be back in the U. S. with a different name in no time.No. Here is a pen. Sign it now, or I go straight to the federal authoritiesand this time tomorrow you will be in jail," Ron asserted, and handed her apen.
Stephanie knew she had no choice. As she began to sign her name, she pausedone more time. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, knowing that a horribledarkness had just descended over her.
And she finished signing her name, handed Ron the documents, and slumpedback in her chair.
"Fine," he said. "Now, I suggest you type your letter for request of leaveof absence, turn it in before leaving today, making any excuse you wish. Perhapsa sick parent in Thailand, or something like that. Now, hand me the key toyour house. I will be there at 6. Be sure you are there. Obey all my ordersor these documents will be immediately delivered to the police."
"But…" There was no point in arguing. she had a spare under the backdoor mat, anyway. she nodded her head in understanding. One year, one year,one year ran through her mind.
she wrote her letter, requesting a leave of absence. she couldn't think ofanything better than a sick parent, so she included that as her reason. shegathered her personal items, and made a list of things that her secretary neededto complete for certain deals currently in progress. she moved around her officein a state of shock.
Within an hour the shock had begun to wear off. she began to think of waysto protect her future. One year of sex was not the end of the world. The saleof her house could not be avoided, but she decided to transfer a significantportion of her accounts to a new bank, so that when a year was up, she wouldhave money to restart her life.
she walked into the manager's office and tearfully explained her situation.The tears and sorrow were real; the reason for the tears was not. But the managerwas compassionate and hugged her as they departed. He said he hoped thingswould work out and that she would be back with them soon. she thanked him andleft the office without speaking to anyone else.
The rest of the afternoon was spent opening a new account of $200,000 ata bank across town. she made arrangements that no monthly statements wouldbe mailed, so even if Ron saw her mail, he would not have any idea that thisaccount existed.
she placed some of her most important items, like jewelry and stock certificatesin a safety deposit box in the new bank. she thought about ways to save hercar and house, but she could not think of any solution.
she got home about 5, took a warm shower, dressed in a relaxed way, withan attractive blouse, jeans and sandals. she turned on the TV, but could notconcentrate. she was not hungry. she just paced around the house. she sentout a mass email to everyone in her address book, explaining that she wouldbe gone for up to a year and the reason for it. her parents needed her.
her stomach was in knots. The tears flowed easily. The clocked approached6:00.
The clock said it was now 6:00 pm and she still waited. He didn't show up.Maybe it was just a hoax someone was playing on her. But those documents werereal and she was sure it was all real.
About 10 minutes later the door opened. she knew is would be Ron. she juststared at him with hatred as he walked into the living room.
"Hello, slut. Aren't you going to welcome me into our home?"
"Our home!" she shouted. "What do you mean our home. It's mine!"
"OH, but you are wrong, slut!" Ron answered back. "I guessyou didn't read the fine print on your contract with me. It says that I nowown half of everything you own and that includes this house."
Stephanie grabbed the contract and began looking at it. At the bottom ofthe page in very small print, it said just that. she knew that she would bein big trouble now and may never get away from him. Maybe she should just goto jail and get it over with. But she quickly changed her mind, thinking ofall the bad things that happen in jail.
She said, "Ok, so I didn't read it."
"Good girl", Ron said, "now I think you need to change thoseclothes. I brought what you are going to wear tonight."
He tossed her a bag and it wasn't very big either. She looked inside to seewhat it was and she thought she was going to faint. There was nothing but apair of short denim shorts, that zippered up both sides of her legs and a skimpytube top, which wouldn't cover very much of her little breasts. Finally, therewere a pair a high-heeled, platform shoes, with clear plastic heals.
"I can't wear these out," she screamed. "You must think I'mcrazy if you think you can make me wear them!"
"NO, I don't think your crazy, but you will either wear them or nothingat all. your choice, slut!"
"Don't call me that! I'm not a slut for you or anyone else!" shoutedstephanie. she was trying to stand her ground, but shaking inside.
"Well, I guess I'll leave then and go to the police!" Ron saidas he started towards the door.
"No, wait, i'll wear them and you can call me a slut if you want."
"Good, now get dressed!" he ordered.
stephanie took the clothes and started for her bedroom. She would wear themfor now, but not for long. she would find a way to get out of this soon.
"Wait just a moment slut, I said to change into your clothes. I expectyou to do it right here, right now!"
"i was going to my bedroom to change. i won't run away."
"No, here and now. Hurry up, we have an appointment to make!"
She just stared at him and was about to tell him no, until she thought againabout prison. Slowly she stripped off her clothes and left her panties andbra on. Then she started to put the new clothes on. But he stopped her again.
"Take the panties and bra off, too. You won't need them anymore. Weare going to dispose of all your fancy lingerie very soon, but right now wehave to hurry. Now strip, bitch!" Ron ordered.
Reluctantly, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. she didn'teven try to cover her tiny breasts. Then she reached down and began to pulloff her panties. she got them below her pubic hair and then to her knees. sheheld her legs together and they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.Then she quickly grabbed the shorts he had given her and started to put themon.
"Hold on," he said, stopping her one more time. " Spread yourlegs and let me take a look."
she stared at him in disbelief, but did as he said.
"I don't like that pussy hair. Go into the bathroom and shave it off. Butleave the door open!"
Once again she started to tell him to fuck off, but thought better of it.she realized that for the moment, he held all the cards. she was his for oneyear and would do as he said to get through it, or until she could think ofa way out. Dropping the shorts, she went to the bathroom. He followed a fewmoments later and she was sitting on the edge of the tub applying a shavinggel to her pussy.
Looking up at him, she said, "can't i at least do it in private?"
"No, you won't do anything in private any more. you will do everythingin front of me or anyone I say. I may only own half the house and half thecar, but for one year, I own all of you." His eyes bore into her soulas he spoke. she shuddered and lowered her gaze.
stephanie picked up the razor and was going to shave her little bush off.But once again she was stopped.
"Better yet, I will shave you and make sure it is as smooth as a newborn baby's ass," said Ron.
"No fucking way!" she yelled at him. He was going too far, now.
Ron stepped toward her and she was ready to fight. stephanie wasn't usedto being told what to do but instead she told people what to do. she raisedher hand with the razor, as if to hit Ron, but he grabbed it and twisted itaround behind her back. Then he grabbed her other hand and did the same. Hehad the cuffs out of his pocket and onto her wrists before she realized whathad happened.
"Now, that should keep you still, slut!" he laughed.
"No, you can't do this to me. i won't let you do it!" she cried.
"Such a mouth you have," Ron said as he walked back into the livingroom and picked up her moist panties. He smelled the crotch and decided thatthe little cunt was really liking this. He could smell her sex in them andknew she had been leaking while she waited for him.
Walking back into the bathroom he saw stephanie was struggling trying toget free from the cuffs. When she saw him walk back in, she stopped. she actedlike a little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.
Ron walked over to her and said, "Open your mouth!"
"I will not!" she yelled at him, but that's all it took. He grabbedher jaw, making a small opening in her mouth, and pushed the panties, crotchfirst, continuing to push until she had all of it inside.
"mmmmmppppphhhhh," was all she could get out.
"Now, let's begin," he said, as he picked up the razor she haddropped. "If you move, I might cut something very precious to you…andme!"
He reached down and grasped a pussy lip, pulling it out a bit and givingit a slight twist. stephanie moaned behind her gag.
He pulled her lips apart and out. "Mmmmmm, looks like they will holdsome rings real nice,"
"mmmmmmppphhhhhhh," she tried to speak but couldn't and her headwas shaking back and forth trying to tell him no.
He flicked her swollen clit to make his point.
Then he stuck a finger in her cunt and started shaving her pussy hair withhis other hand. He used her pussy to control her and she was too scared tomove.
Ron took his time to make sure he didn't nick his money-making machine andwhen he was finished, he rubbed lotion all over her pubic area. But he continuedplaying with her pussy.
When he was finished with her pussy he also played with her nipples, makingthem stand out. "And some nice rings here, too," he chuckled.
Then he uncuffed her hands with a warning that if she tried anything he wouldhurt her badly.
"OK, get dressed so we can leave!" he ordered her.
stephanie walked naked back to the living room, grabbed the shorts and topand put them on. she noticed the shorts were a little small and hugged hercrotch really tight, rubbing against her pussy lips as she moved. The top wasalso small and barely covered her little tits. she wobbled slightly on thehigh-heels.
Once she was dressed, he pulled the panties from her mouth with another warning. "Sayanything out of the way and you'll be sorry!"
"Here, prop this on your head," as he handed her her sunglasses.
"Where are we going?" she questioned as they walked out the door.
"you need to expand your horizons," was all he said.
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