The Girl – Stories: Mission 13 by boardpin123

This is a standalone companion story, to the Book 3 of “The Girl”. If you didn’t read the other stories, a quick introduction is in order: Lilly is a slave to Hank and Sam, and has a standing order not say “no” to any man. I recommend reading the “Trip to Mexico” story.WARNING: This is a story of serious torture.

Lilly did not manage to even dose off throughout the night. She was crouched in the middle of the shower room, naked. Her hands were tied behind her back, and pulled up by a rope hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were tied, thigh to shin, in a “frog tie”, and she was balancing on the balls of her feet. Slipping or falling in any direction would cause her hands to be pulled very painfully. Cold water was dripping on her the whole night, and she was shivering uncontrollably. Anytime she was looking like she would fall asleep, one of the guards would hit her body with a strong stream of cold water, making her scream out.Every now and then, a man came, and asked her questions. Then he punished her wrong answers with wrapping a cloth over her head and leaving it for longer and longer periods. The cloth was the most horrible thing Lilly experienced. It was like being drowned, but while being constantly aware. The next time the man was about to wrap it over her mouth and nose, Lilly screamed like a banshee.

— “Still not talking, Pico?” — said Jose in Spanish to the man orchestrating her torture.

— “No.” — said the man — “She only says the same thing over and over.”

Lilly was shivering, droll was hanging from her mouth, her hair was sticking to her face. To every question they asked, she repeated the same thing, like in a trance:

— “I am worthless. I am a horny slut, who will fuck anybody. I’m a tramp. Any boy can just slap me around, and fuck me. Every boy in school can have me. This is the only thing I am good for. The only use for a young whore like me. I am only a hole, for men and dogs to dump their cum in. I am disgusting. I am the property of my Masters, and I love them as a dog I am. I am to be trained. I am to be beaten. I am to be tortured and raped. I am less then a dog. My suffering has no value, apart from the pleasure it brings to my Owners. I exist only because they allow me to. And I will be put down when I become useless.”

— “That’s some peculiar girl.” — said Jose — “Boss won’t be happy with this.”

— “He already decided to interrogate her himself.” — said Pico — “I think he would be disappointed if she would break before that.”

— “Gabriel is coming here?” — said Jose, looking at Lilly with a sadness in his eyes — “What a waste of good meat.”

— “With the communication break from the operation, and The Camp, the boss is very suspicious.”

— “He could at least give us some time to have our fun with her,” — said Jose — “before he snuffs her, or makes her eat her own itentence, like he did with Giermo.”

— “I see no reason why not.” — said Pico, passing a pair of pliers to Jose — “He’ll not be here for at least an hour, still.”

——

Lilly was exhausted beyond reason. She was half aware what the two men were doing to her. In her delirious state she was crying real tears of gratefulness for the warmth of their bodies, as they taken her between themselves in a sandwich, fucking her pussy and ass in unison. Nothing they did to hurt her, using pliers, needles and clips, could distract her this feeling of warmth. Inside her tired mind it felt like the cum they filled her with was hot like lava, piercing through the cold and igniting something inside of her.

SLAP

Jose snapped her out of her internal world. She was laying naked on the tiled floor, cum leaking out of her holes, and the two men were standing over her.

— “I said: Who are you? What is your name?”

— “I’m Brenda, sir.” — said Lilly, nearly crying from exhaustion — “And I’m your whore, sir.”

— “Don’t lie to me.” — said Jose, slapping her again — “Who are you? And who sent you?”

— “Nobody sent me, sir.” — she kept saying — “I am a toy to be used for the entertainment of your clients, sir. Please …” — she begged — “Please, just let me sleep.”

— “I think you have some clients to attend to.” — said Pico with an evil smile grabbing her by the hair.

She was dragged out of the shower room, through a corridor, and then thrown into a small room.

— “Boys.” — said Pico — “Entertain our prisoner, until the boss comes.”

As he walked away, Lilly lifted her head, and saw a room full of dangerously looking men, who normally acted as security or enforcers around the brothel. And now, they all looked at her tiny body with lust in their eyes. She dropped her head in resignation. “At least it is warm in here.” she thought.

——

SPLASH

A bucket of cold water which landed on her face, brought Lilly back to here and now. She wasn’t really sleeping, but wasn’t really awake either.

She was sitting in a chair in front of an imposing looking man. No. She was tied to a chair. Naked. Exposed.

Both her hands and her legs were tied to the wooden chair. Her naked body had goosebumps all over from the chill. She felt so small. Tiny. The two men who stood on either side of her felt like giants. Giants with heavy crushing hands. The man in front of her was smiling. He did not answer to anybody. He did not need to squeeze information from her for his boss. He was the Boss.

— “Hi. My name is Gabriel.” — he said in a calm voice — “This place belongs to me.”

— “That would make me your whore, sir.” — said Lilly in a humble tone — “It is an honour to meet you, sir.”

— “Yes, it does, and yes, it is.” — said the man, slightly taken aback by her submissive attitude — “And what’s your name?”

— “My name is Brenda, sir.” — she said, without batting an eye — “I sleep in cage 6 room 10, and I work days.”

The man looked at her tattoos.

— “Why did you hide your tattoos from us?”

“He’s much wiser than the other guys” she thought to herself.

— “I was afraid people would see them.”

— “You had them hidden when we picked you up.” — he said

“Kidnapped, you mean” she said to herself.

— “Yes, sir. My Mom would freak out if she would see them.”

— “So you hid them from your Mom, is that right? And then we *happened* to pick you up?”

— “Yes, sir.”

The man made a slight nod to the man standing to the right of Lilly. The huge mountain of muscles, placed a towel over her forearm, which was tied with a metal wire to the chair, and then, without any warning, hit it with a club, full force. Lilly nearly snapped in two, as she convulsed in pain. She felt like her arm would be broken, as the man hit. And as the blood rushed in, the pain was even worse. She leaned down again, and vomited onto the floor.

— “Try again.” — said the man, as Lilly was still bent, her head between her legs.

Lilly looked at the floor. Not much was in her stomach. She guessed a lot of it was the cum of all the man who force fed her their dicks recently. She hoped the red dots scattered were pieces of wax from the candle, and not clots of blood. She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts by a large hand grabbing her whole scalp and straightening her in the chair.

— “What is your name?” — Gabriel asked again.

— “Brenda, sir.” — she said weakly.

This time she saw it, but no amount of struggling could save her from it. One of the men passed the towel and club to the other, and the man proceeded to place the towel over her forearm, and hit full force.

Lilly screamed. The pain was horrible. Both of her hands hurt like hell now. She could feel bruises forming on them in real time.

— “Why did you hide your tattoos?” — asked Gabriel.

By now Lilly would be ready to tell them anything, but she knew that the minute they get the answers, she’ll die.

— “Please, sir” — she pleaded — “Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be the best whore.”

— “Why did you hide your tattoos?” — he repeated calmly.

— “I hid them from my parents.” — she said through tears.

The next hid came suddenly. Her left palm was crushed by the heavy club, protected from multiple fractures only by the folded towel.

— “AAAAAAHG” — she screamed. Now she was just hoping for a quick death — “Please. Please.”

— “Who are you?” — asked the man, getting impatient.

— “I am worthless. I am a horny slut, who will fuck anybody. I’m a tramp. Any boy can just slap me around, and fuck me. Every boy in school can AAAAAAAHG” — she screamed, as one of the men, pressed the club into her bruised palm — “Every boy in school can have me. This is the only thing I am good for. The only use for a young whore like me. I am only a AAAAGH” — she nearly fainted as the man landed another blow directly on her fingers — “I am only a hole” — she continued after regaining the ability to speak — “for men and dogs to dump their cum in. I am disgusting. I am the property of my Masters, and I love them as a dog I am. I am to be trained. I am to be beaten. I am to be tortured and raped.” — Tears were streaming down her cheeks — “I am less then a dog. My suffering has no value, apart from the pleasure it brings to my Owners. I exist only because they allow me to. And I will be put down when I become useless. I am worthless. I am a horny slut, …”

Just as she started to recite her prayers again, the towel and club were passed again, and the man to her right placed the towel on her cheek. She didn’t even try to avoid the blow and she continued her mantra, as the man hit her with the club. Her whole head snapped to the side, her cheek swelling immediately. She felt blood in her mouth. She spat on the floor, and continued.

— “… Any boy can just slap me around, and fuck me. Every boy in school can have me. This is the only thing I am good for.” — the man in front of her nodded again — “The only use for a young whore like me. I am only a hole, for men and dogs to dump their cum in.” — she felt the towel being pressed against her ear — “I am disgusting. I am the property of my Masters, and I love them as a dog I am.” — suddenly she felt a lightning bolt of pain, and then everything went blank.