The Girl – Stories: Mission 12

— “It’s me. Lilly.”

— “Lilly!? How … I mean” — Penny nearly jumped out from her skin with excitement, but quickly composed herself — “Where are you? Are you in danger?”

— “Danger? You could say so.” — said Lilly looking at the bruises on her wrists from begin tied the day before — “I don’t have much time. I’m guessing from conversation I’m in Mexico City.”

— “Lilly …” — said Penny, words stuck in her throat. Mexico City was huge, and so far from any US jurisdiction.

— “I know …” — said Lilly in a calm voice.

— “No, you don’t understand …”

— “I get it. I really do.” — she said trying to reassure Penny — “But …”

— “We’ll get you out, Lilly. I promise.” — said Penny

— “Stop.” — said Lilly strongly — “Just promise you’ll do your best. OK?”

— “Lilly …” — Penny said tears gethering in her eyes. It was already few days, and she knew from stories how these “establishments” looked like — “I’ll find you. Hold tight.”

— “I’m in Centro Histórico” — she said with Mexican accent — “and I see a cathedral to what I think is west of here.” — she gave Penny the best information she had — “Please. Just try your best, OK? And whatever happen, don’t blame yourself.”

She quickly hanged up and and erased the call from the phone’s history. Just in time to hide it back in the pocket of the client, and get back on the bed before he came out of the shower. She pushed forcefully the dildo gag they left her with, and fastened it behind her head, and then slipped her hand back into the metal cuff the man used to secure her to the bedpost. He underestimated how slender her hand was and how resilient to pain she was, and did not close the cuff tight enough.

— “Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep,” — said the man, rubbing his hair with a towel — “But we have to go.”

If you paid right, you could get a room with a bathroom and an assortment of toys to play with. Lilly was like a magnet for rich perverts with twisted tastes. She personally preferred strong, working-class men, with big hands … but she wasn’t in the position to pick.

— “Yes. We would love to play some more” — said the tall lady in a impeccable business suit who followed him out of the bathroom — “But we have things to attend to.”

— “You know. We have jobs.” — the man smiled sitting on the bed beside Lilly’s naked body, and moved his knuckles between Lilly’s aching pussy lips — “Not everyone can just spread their legs, and earn a living, you know.”

“If only I was earning anything” thought Lilly.

— “Oh, you poor little one,” — said the lady tracing her finger over Lilly’s abused nipple — “It looks terrible, let your Mistress kiss it better” — she whispered and placed a wet long kiss on it.

— “Poor little thing,” — said the man, stroking Lilly’s hair, making her flinch.

The couple pretended now to be delicate and caring, but they spend the last hour and a half, doing unspeakable things to her body. She was aching all over. Her throat muscles were exhausted from first swallowing the man’s cock, then the lady’s strap-on, and now this horrible penis gag. But her nipples hurt the most. Her small breast lumps were bruised from caning, the aureoles were shaded with deep red and violet, as marks were left by these people teeth, and the nipples … the nipples were red, swollen, and hurt with even the slightest touch.

— “I think we should not leave you without a parting present.” — said the lady, picking up something from a drawer.

It was a big, glass, butt-plug. She placed it in her mouth, and sucked on it erotically, enjoying the sheer terror in Lilly’s eyes. The same lady, who just 10 minutes ago was cheering her husband, as he was raping Lilly’s ass raw with an end of a police baton they found in the toys cupboard.