Stephanie

She sat at her desk in the real estate office, going over some papers from a recent sale. Everything looked good to her and once again, she got the people a loan and sold the house. She made a good commission from it and that just added to her fortune.

Stephanie was a very sexy, beautiful Asian girl of 25 years old. She had been to college and earned her degree, then went on to real estate school to get her license to sell. She was very well off, since she sold a lot of properties and was well liked in her company. She was the company's top producer and had just recently got her own private, plush office. She had remodeled the office so she was more at home in it than the little cubicles her co-workers had to use. 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 her of doing anything unethical, even illegal. That is, until a man walked in and asked to see her. He said he wanted to buy a large piece of property, which had in fact been sold by Stephanie less than 6 months before.

The receptionist called Stephanie on the paging system and said a man was there to see her about this property. He said he would only talk to her and if 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 lobby to meet this man. She would do anything to make this sale and all she could see were the dollar signs of what she would gain from the sale. She knew just how to market the property and also how to fix some documents if needed.

Stephanie came into the reception area, and introduced herself to the man standing there. He said his name was Ron, and that he was very interested in a particular estate, the largest currently on the market. Stephanie knew about it and said that she could certainly assist in contacting the current owners and making an offer. Then she invited him into her new office. She just knew that she was going to make this work.

As they entered the office, she told the receptionist she didn't want to be disturbed. That pleased Ron, because he had plans for this cheating little bitch. Plans that would make her not only submit to his whims, but plans to make her submit to anyone he desired.

She asked him to have a seat as she got into the computer to bring up the property he had mentioned. She wanted to refresh her memory on the details of it and find the current value. Her mind was already working on different ways 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 focused on the property. Stephanie didn't know it, but he was in fact a private real estate fraud investigator. He had known of Stephanie for some time, since she was the top agent in the city, and one attractive woman. He had been hired by the city's largest bank to analyze all big sales.

There were few things that a real estate agent could do which would result in arrest, prosecution, and jail time in a federal prison. But one of those things was to defraud the buyer's lender. In this case, the agent would make an agreement with the buyer outside of escrow's knowledge.

Stephanie had done just this, tempted by a significant kickback from the previous 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 previous buyer got an extra $450,000 to repay some gambling debts, Stephanie got an extra $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 can tell you right now it is expensive, but I am sure we can make a deal. The previous buyer and I worked very closely on this sale, and for the right price, I am sure he will sell it.

"Yes, I know it is expensive and yes, I can afford it," said Ron. "But the question is, Stephanie, can you?"

She looked at him with a puzzled look, not really sure what he was talking about. 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 understand when 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 big and she kind of gasped for some air. Her hands began to tremble as she thumbed through 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 split the $50,000 and no one will be the wiser."

Ron said, "I don't think so. My employers pay me well, and they will certainly prosecute when this information is given to them. I doubt you will enjoy 5 to 7 years in prison."

Stephanie was near panic, but she realized something was being made available. "But then why did you come here first? Why not go straight to the bank and hand over your information?"

"Look at the last page."

The last page was an agreement, that basically said that she would do as he 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, "Just what does this mean?"

Ron grinned and said, "It means just what it says, Stephanie. You will belong to me and do everything I say without question. It won't matter what I ask for, you'll do it."

Stephanie's mouth dropped open. "But what does that mean? Everything? You mean 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 or the authorities ever found out what she had done, she would definitely be in jail for a long time. And then she wouldn't have a job or anything. She would lose 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 not have many possessions at that time, but you will have your life. One year is a 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 back in 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 authorities and this time tomorrow you will be in jail," Ron asserted, and handed her a pen.

Stephanie knew she had no choice. As she began to sign her name, she paused one more time. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, knowing that a horrible darkness had just descended over her.

And she finished signing her name, handed Ron the documents, and slumped back in her chair.

"Fine," he said. "Now, I suggest you type your letter for request of leave of absence, turn it in before leaving today, making any excuse you wish. Perhaps a sick parent in Thailand, or something like that. Now, hand me the key to your house. I will be there at 6. Be sure you are there. Obey all my orders or these documents will be immediately delivered to the police."

"But…" There was no point in arguing. she had a spare under the back door 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 of anything better than a sick parent, so she included that as her reason. she gathered her personal items, and made a list of things that her secretary needed to complete for certain deals currently in progress. she moved around her office in a state of shock.

Within an hour the shock had begun to wear off. she began to think of ways to protect her future. One year of sex was not the end of the world. The sale of her house could not be avoided, but she decided to transfer a significant portion of her accounts to a new bank, so that when a year was up, she would have 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 manager was compassionate and hugged her as they departed. He said he hoped things would work out and that she would be back with them soon. she thanked him and left the office without speaking to anyone else.

The rest of the afternoon was spent opening a new account of $200,000 at a bank across town. she made arrangements that no monthly statements would be mailed, so even if Ron saw her mail, he would not have any idea that this account existed.

she placed some of her most important items, like jewelry and stock certificates in a safety deposit box in the new bank. she thought about ways to save her car and house, but she could not think of any solution.

she got home about 5, took a warm shower, dressed in a relaxed way, with an attractive blouse, jeans and sandals. she turned on the TV, but could not concentrate. she was not hungry. she just paced around the house. she sent out a mass email to everyone in her address book, explaining that she would be 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 approached 6:00.

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 were real and she was sure it was all real.

About 10 minutes later the door opened. she knew is would be Ron. she just stared 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 guess you didn't read the fine print on your contract with me. It says that I now own half of everything you own and that includes this house."

Stephanie grabbed the contract and began looking at it. At the bottom of the page in very small print, it said just that. she knew that she would be in big trouble now and may never get away from him. Maybe she should just go to jail and get it over with. But she quickly changed her mind, thinking of all 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 those clothes. 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 see what it was and she thought she was going to faint. There was nothing but a pair of short denim shorts, that zippered up both sides of her legs and a skimpy tube top, which wouldn't cover very much of her little breasts. Finally, there were a pair a high-heeled, platform shoes, with clear plastic heals.

"I can't wear these out," she screamed. "You must think I'm crazy if you think you can make me wear them!"

"NO, I don't think your crazy, but you will either wear them or nothing at all. your choice, slut!"

"Don't call me that! I'm not a slut for you or anyone else!" shouted stephanie. she was trying to stand her ground, but shaking inside.

"Well, I guess I'll leave then and go to the police!" Ron said as 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 them for 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 expect you 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 again about prison. Slowly she stripped off her clothes and left her panties and bra 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. We are going to dispose of all your fancy lingerie very soon, but right now we have to hurry. Now strip, bitch!" Ron ordered.

Reluctantly, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. she didn't even try to cover her tiny breasts. Then she reached down and began to pull off her panties. she got them below her pubic hair and then to her knees. she held 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 them on.

"Hold on," he said, stopping her one more time. " Spread your legs 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. But leave 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 one year and would do as he said to get through it, or until she could think of a way out. Dropping the shorts, she went to the bathroom. He followed a few moments later and she was sitting on the edge of the tub applying a shaving gel 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 everything in front of me or anyone I say. I may only own half the house and half the car, but for one year, I own all of you." His eyes bore into her soul as 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 new born 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 used to being told what to do but instead she told people what to do. she raised her hand with the razor, as if to hit Ron, but he grabbed it and twisted it around behind her back. Then he grabbed her other hand and did the same. He had the cuffs out of his pocket and onto her wrists before she realized what had 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 living room and picked up her moist panties. He smelled the crotch and decided that the little cunt was really liking this. He could smell her sex in them and knew she had been leaking while she waited for him.

Walking back into the bathroom he saw stephanie was struggling trying to get free from the cuffs. When she saw him walk back in, she stopped. she acted like 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 grabbed her jaw, making a small opening in her mouth, and pushed the panties, crotch first, 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 had dropped. "If you move, I might cut something very precious to you…and me!"

He reached down and grasped a pussy lip, pulling it out a bit and giving it a slight twist. stephanie moaned behind her gag.

He pulled her lips apart and out. "Mmmmmm, looks like they will hold some rings real nice,"

"mmmmmmppphhhhhhh," she tried to speak but couldn't and her head was 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 with his other hand. He used her pussy to control her and she was too scared to move.

Ron took his time to make sure he didn't nick his money-making machine and when he was finished, he rubbed lotion all over her pubic area. But he continued playing with her pussy.

When he was finished with her pussy he also played with her nipples, making them stand out. "And some nice rings here, too," he chuckled.

Then he uncuffed her hands with a warning that if she tried anything he would hurt her badly.

"OK, get dressed so we can leave!" he ordered her.

stephanie walked naked back to the living room, grabbed the shorts and top and put them on. she noticed the shorts were a little small and hugged her crotch really tight, rubbing against her pussy lips as she moved. The top was also small and barely covered her little tits. she wobbled slightly on the high-heels.

Once she was dressed, he pulled the panties from her mouth with another warning. "Say anything 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.