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Iliana's Escape - 1
by Psylic (psylic101@yahoo.com)

***

Iliana was attempting to escape poverty and oppression 
in Mexico only to find herself in another kind of 
captivity. (M/f-teen, nc, rp, 1st, latina)

***

Louis was just a couple of credit hours shy of getting 
his bachelor's degree, but he'd had enough of the 
collegiate scene. He knew he could come back and get 
that degree later. He decided to cash in on his 
grandfather's inheritance. It wasn't a lot. Some stocks 
and bonds, some cash in a bank and a so-called ranch in 
Texas. He packed his bags and headed to Texas.

Louis hadn't quite adjusted to desert life, even after 
six months of living on the ranch. It was growing on 
him, though. To call his grandfather's land a ranch was 
a bit of a stretch. It was just a hundred acres of 
desert, in west Texas, with a small spring that fed a 
stream running through it, leading to the Rio Grande, 
and the Mexican border, roughly five miles to the 
south-west. 

His grandfather, Cornelius, had dammed up the stream at 
one time and sort of held the water hostage. He tried 
to charge the people downstream for the water. That 
created a lot of bad blood in those parts. As Cornelius 
fell on bad health, the dam started to fall apart and 
more and more water moved downstream and once Louis 
moved in he tore it out entirely. 

Cornelius was a bright, resourceful guy. He had built 
solar panels and windmills for power generation, along 
with some crude storage batteries, back in the 
seventies. They supplied all the power he needed 
without being on the grid at all. Electricity, fresh 
water and a little money from his pension was all the 
old coot needed. He had kept a few chickens for eggs, 
some goats for milk and cheese and a couple of horses. 
Louis installed a satellite dish when he arrived and 
invested in a satellite phone and he was set. 

It turned out that Cornelius had made some pretty 
shrewd investments when he was young and had a fair 
amount of money in the bank. Louis figured that he 
could live on Cornelius' money for several years if he 
had to, but he just wanted to stay out there until he 
could sell the place. But it was awfully peaceful out 
there. A man could get use to that solitude, if it 
didn't drive him crazy.

It was a hot Friday morning. Louis was out in the Jeep, 
with the deed, maps, his GPS, and a bundle of survey 
stakes, trying to get the lay of the land. It didn't 
make a whole lot of difference. He didn't intend to 
fence the property off and it all looked the same to 
him. He just wanted to know what part of that God 
forsaken terrain was his. 

Louis was looking out across the desert through his 
binoculars, watching for wildlife, when he saw what 
appeared to be a person, about a mile away, lumbering 
toward the south end of the property, near the stream. 
It was difficult to be sure, at that range, but it sure 
looked like a person. By the time he had started the 
Jeep and turned it around, they were out of sight.

Louis drove over to the creek for a closer look. He got 
out of the Jeep and walked down to the relatively lush, 
green swath that lay on either side of the creek. The 
grasses along the creek were a lot greener than the 
rest of the desert, with quite a few mesquite trees and 
plenty of other plants along the banks.

"Hey!" Louis called out. "Come on out. I know you're 
here." Louis had heard that although it wasn't real 
common in those parts, there were some illegal 
immigrants spotted from time to time. Louis had heard 
all the horror stories from the locals. People dying in 
the desert from starvation and dehydration, being 
murdered and left to the animals. Some of them were 
killed by the Americans, trying to protect our borders. 
Many of the dead were women and children. 

"Oye!" Louis repeated, "No tenga mieda. Don't be 
afraid. I know you are here. Se que esta aqui. No 
policia. No inmigracion. Soy su amigo. I am a friend. 
Help yourself to the water. Mi agua es su agua. Tienas 
hambre? You hungry? Voy a la casa. You are welcome 
there. Tengo la camida, there is food at my casa. You 
are welcome to it. Don't be afraid. No tenga mieda."

Louis climbed back into the Jeep and drove back up 
along the creek, the quarter mile to the house. Once he 
was inside, he took the binoculars and looked out the 
window, back to where he had been. It wasn't long 
before he saw movement. There was definitely someone 
down there. He watched all afternoon as the person at 
the creek moved closer and closer to the house.

It was about four o'clock when Louis decided to make 
some dinner. He heated up a skillet, threw in a few 
strips of bacon, knowing, the hypnotic effect that the 
smell of bacon frying has on a person. Even people that 
didn't eat pork were enticed by the smell of bacon. The 
wind was just right, blowing to the east, toward the 
creek. He added some onions, a little green peppers, a 
clove of garlic, a jalapeno and let it saute. Then he 
added the charizo. He was making the Mexican version of 
one of his favorite Italian dishes. Onions, peppers and 
sausage. Instead of serving it with pasta, he had 
tortillas and goat cheese. 

He filled a plate and stepped out on the back porch, 
and sat in a wooden chair, in full view if the spring. 
"Man, oh, man," he said aloud as he took a big bite of 
sausage. "This sure is good! Yes indeed. This is some 
good food. Es muy buena comida." he made a huge 
production of it smacking his lips and wiping his mouth 
in his sleeve, repeating, "Muy buena. Muy, muy buena."

Suddenly Louis got a puzzled look on his face, as if he 
had forgotten something. He sat the plate of food at 
the edge of the porch and went back into the house. He 
turned on the kitchen faucet, slipped out the front 
door and sneaked around the far side of the house. It 
was just a matter of seconds before his little thief 
appeared. It was a girl. She ran up from the spring, 
grabbed the plate and turned to run away. Before she 
had gotten ten feet, Louis had her in his grasp. She 
dropped the plate and began to kick and flail about.

Louis carried her into the house, kicking and 
scratching, and plunked her into a chair. He held her 
there until she calmed down, which didn't take long, in 
her weakened state. He kept whispering, "No tenga 
mieda.. I won't hurt you. No quiero dano." 

Finally, she settled down and Louis sat her on a wooden 
chair at his table. He was able to get a good look at 
her. She was gorgeous. Even through all the desert 
dust, and the brambles, tangled in her long, black 
hair, her beauty was evident. Her large limpid eyes, so 
dark that the chocolate irises melted into the deep 
pools of the black pupils; the delicate shape of her 
nose, the sensuous lips, that were chapped and parched 
by the desert heat. It was the face of a girl, no more 
than fifteen, a face that shone with the soul of a 
woman. She was young and timeless at the same instant. 
Tears welled in her beautiful eyes and Louis' heart 
melted. 

Not only did she shine with the soul of a woman, but 
her body had the mature form of a young senorita. Her 
breasts were ample and ripe, her hips were slightly 
plump and her legs were sturdy, shapely and strong. 

"Me llamo Louis, bienvenido a mi casa. Welcome to my 
home, as humble as it may be. Como te llamas? What is 
your name little one?"

"Iliana," she whimpered. 

"Mucho gusto, Ilianna, I am at your service. Tiene 
hambre, no? You're hungry, I know. It's yesterdays 
beans and rice for you. Frijoles y arroz para usted. 
That sausage is too spicy for you right now. That was 
just bait."

Louis warmed Ilianna a plate of black beans and rice, 
with some fresh goat cheese and a tortilla, along with 
a glass of goat's milk. "Mucho gracias, senior, mucho 
gracias!"

"De nada, my dear. Habla Ingles? Speak any English, 
little one?"

"Muy pocito," she replied, sheepishly, as she dug into 
her dinner.

"Si, my Espanol is muy pocito as well, a little here, a 
little there. We should do just fine. Don't eat too 
fast, now. Como lentemante. Settle down." 

Iliana stopped shoveling food into her mouth long 
enough to catch her breath, take a drink of milk and 
look up to Louis for his approval. "Esa es mi chica," 
Louis said and winked at her, "That's my girl." She 
seemed proud that she could please her benefactor. 

Louis got himself another plate of sausage, with onions 
and peppers, as well as some of the beans and rice, 
some cheese and a fresh tortilla, and a cold cerveza . 
He ate his dinner slowly and watched little Iliana eat 
until she was about to pop. Rather than pop, she puked. 
He was afraid she might, but there was no stopping her. 
He saw it in her face and led her to the back porch. He 
held her long black hair as she hurled over the rail. 
He fetched her a glass of cool water and a blanket. 

Ilianna drank the water, lay on the blanket, and fell 
asleep, there on the porch, under Louis' watchful eye, 
as he sat nearby, in his wooden chair, sipping his Lone 
Star beer and dreaming of all the things a man could do 
with a young woman, on an evening such as that one. 

Louis finished his third beer as he continued to stare 
at little Iliana, lying on his porch, in the light of 
the setting sun. He was mesmerized by her full breasts, 
that rose and fell with her breathing. She was 
apparently exhausted. She was sleeping like a baby, a 
beautiful baby. It occurred to him that she could be 
his baby. She could be all his. Nobody in the world 
knew that she was there. Nobody would probably ever 
come looking for her. 

He felt a stirring in his pants. His cock was getting 
hard just looking at her, fully clothed. He wondered 
what those breasts looked like. Louis had only been 
with one woman since he had come to his grandfather's 
ranch, six months before. He'd tried to pick up a 
couple of local chicks, but that didn't work. He ended 
up crossing the border and screwing a teenaged Mexican 
hooker. She probably wasn't much older than that little 
chiquita on his porch. He wondered how old Ilianna 
really was. 

He stepped closer to her to get a better look in the 
fading light. He knelt down beside her and looked her 
up and down. His eyes locked on the folds of denim 
where her legs met. His cock was hard. He reached into 
his jeans and straightened his member, taking a minute 
to stroke it once or twice. He leaned down and looked 
at her dirty face. He thought that she could use a 
bath. Giving that little thing a bath sounded like a 
really good idea. 

Louis had to see more of her breasts, so he undid the 
top button of her blouse and waited for Iliana's 
reaction, there was none. He undid the next button and 
waited. Still she didn't move. He undid one more and 
she stirred, breathed deeply and calmed down. He 
carefully pulled her blouse open to reveal her right 
nipple. It was darker brown than the rest of her 
smooth, tan skin. The aureola was the size of a silver 
dollar with a firm, thick, brown nipple in the center. 
It resembled an oatmeal cookie with a plump raisin in 
the center. It was all he could do to resist the 
temptation to take it into his mouth. Instead he opened 
his jeans and took his cock into his hand. He started 
to stroke his dick, just a few feet from her face. He 
wanted so bad to cum on her dry, parched lips, but drew 
a deep breath and put his cock away.

It was getting dark. Louis picked up his little nina, 
blanket and all, and carried her into the house. He 
laid Iliana on the couch, and still she hardly stirred. 
Her blouse hung open, held closed by only one button at 
the bottom. Both of her breasts were displayed, the 
dark brown aureolas and firm dark nipples standing out 
against her dusty, light brown skin. He unbuttoned the 
last of those buttons, and opened her blouse. His cock 
was hard and throbbing again. With what might have been 
the last modicum of decency in him, he closed, but 
didn't button her blouse.

Louis fetched himself another beer and lit a kerosine 
lamp. He set the lamp on the coffee table and sat in a 
chair across from couch. He took off his belt, laying 
his Bowie knife and sheath on the table. He pulled off 
his boots and socks and rested his feet on the table. 
He couldn't take his eyes off the girl on his couch. He 
wanted to know all about her. Where was she from? Where 
was she headed? Did she have a family in the U.S. ? 
Where were the people she was traveling with. She was 
obviously an illegal. What was her story?

Beyond all that, he wanted her. He had to have her, and 
he knew he would, in time. There was no need to rush, 
although his body told him there was. His cock was 
hard, but his heart was soft. He stood, took off his 
shirt and walked over to her. Her dirty face was 
angelic. Her plump lips were chapped and dry. There was 
dust in her eyebrows and her ears. He knew that as 
lovely as she looked in that state, she must be truly 
beautiful when she was clean and dressed properly. He 
could hardly wait until he saw her that way. He thought 
again of bathing her, but there was something appealing 
about her in that dirty state. He looked again at her 
lips and thought she could use some lip balm.

Louis got a tube of balm and sat down an the floor 
beside the couch. He loaded his fingertip with a 
generous dab and touched it to Ilianna's lower lip. Her 
lip quivered slightly. He spread the balm across her 
lower lip and then touched her upper lip. She moaned 
almost inaudibly. He smeared the balm over her dry, 
cracked lips. 

Iliana smacked her lips and opened her eyes. She nearly 
panicked at the sight of this strange gringo at her 
side, with his hand near her face. She recoiled and 
Louis whispered, " No tenga mieda. It's OK. Remember 
me? Soy su amigo. Remember. Es mi casa. It's OK. Yo le 
alimente. I gave you food. Remember?"

Louis laid his hand on Iliana's brow. She calmed down 
but her eyes were wide with fear and she continued to 
tremble. He whispered, "No tengo mieda." He told her to 
not to be afraid, but he reveled in her fear. It gave 
him a sense of power. He felt that she should have 
little fear. She should be afraid of him. He didn't 
want to harm her, but he couldn't be sure that he 
wouldn't. The fright in her eyes made her all the more 
beautiful to him. His heart began to race.

Louis moved up to sit beside her on the edge of the 
couch and leaned down to kiss Iliana's forehead. She 
tried to turn away, but he took a firm grip of her 
dirty, black hair and held her still. "S-h-h," he 
whispered and touched his lips to brow. 

Iliana was nearly panting as she drew her quick ragged 
breaths. Louis kissed the tip of her nose as she 
struggled harder to turn her head. He gripped her hair 
a little tighter and pulled back a bit harder. Her 
breathing came quicker. She was fighting back the urge 
to cry. 

As Louis moved his mouth to Iliana's he felt her left 
arm move. He released her hair in time to pin her left 
arm to the couch with his right hand and her right arm 
against her body with his hip. He was nearly sitting on 
her as he pushed her head back into the cushion, his 
mouth against hers. 

Iliana was able to grip Louis' upper arm and dig in her 
nails as she stained to free her mouth from his and 
labored to breath through her nose. The pain from her 
fingernails served to heighten the excitement He liked 
the feel of her dry, cracked lips across his. From her 
parched lips, he could feel and smell the lip balm that 
he had applied. From the breaths that escaped her 
mouth, he smelled and tasted the rice and beans that he 
had fed her and a slight hint of her vomit. He would 
have plunged his tongue into her mouth to get the full 
sense of her flavor, but he was sure that she would 
have bitten it off. From her skin he smelled her sweat 
mixed with the desert dust. It was the most exciting 
blend of odors he had ever known. 

Iliana began to squirm and fight to get free. Louis 
pinned her tightly to the couch and said, "Be still! I 
don't want to hurt you. No quiero dano.. Yo te amo. I 
love you."

"No me amo!" Iliana shouted "You don't love me!" Louis 
saw her eyes cut toward the coffee table. He looked and 
saw his Bowie knife. He knew he couldn't let her get 
her hands on that. 


Louis turned Iliana loose and stood. He picked up his 
knife and tucked it in the back of his waist band. "Oh, 
I love you, alright," He said, "And you're gonna love 
me too."

"No te amo," Iliana spat, "I hate you. You are evil," 
Iliana muttered as she sat up and clutched her blouse 
over her lovely breasts.

"I'm not so bad," Louis said, "You'll see. You are a 
beautiful girl. Tu es guapisimo." Iliana blushed and 
hung her head. "I saved your life, you know. If it 
wasn't wasn't for me, you might be dead in the fucking 
desert."

Iliana burst into tears. Louis's machismo and bravado 
evaporated at the sight of this little girl crying. 
"Stop that!" he barked, "Callate! What you crying 
about? No se preocupe, don't worry. You're safe here." 
He knew that was a lie. She might be out of the 
elements, and away from the wild animals and he didn't 
really think that he would hurt the little girl, but 
she wasn't exactly safe.

"Es mi hermano." Iliana whimpered.

"Your brother? What about him?'

"Mi hermano, Juan, es muerto. He died."

"Donde? Where is he?"

"Alla," she said as she pointed out the window, "Out 
there, in the desierto: all alone."

"What happened?"

"Juan estuvo enfermo, y hambre, y sed; sick, hungry, 
thirsty, tired. He couldn't go on. Ellos nos dejaron."

"They just left you?"

"Si."

"What about your parents? Donde vuestros padre y madre? 
Where are they?"

"Muerto."

"Your parents are dead too? Damn. How long? Cuando?"

"Long time ago. Fui una chica. Tuve solo Juan y ahora 
nada. I was little girl. I had only Juan, and now 
nothing."

"You have more than nothing. You have me. I am you new 
family." Louis knew that she was all his now. He was 
all she had. He sat down beside her. His knife dug into 
his back, he pulled it out and laid it beside him, on 
his left, as he put his right arm around Iliana. She 
stiffened at first, but relaxed and let him draw her 
close. She cried softly and Louis felt his power 
return.

As Iliana cried on Louis' shoulder, he felt her tears 
on his bare skin and his already hard cock began to 
strain at his jeans. 

Iliana gradually warmed to Louis and wrapped her arm 
around his waist and buried her face in his sweaty 
chest. He ran his fingers through her dirty, tangle 
hair. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her 
head back, angling her face up to his. He had never 
seen a more needy, vulnerable face. A trace of her fear 
was reemerging. Her eyes were still wet with tears. It 
was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

"I do love you," Louis whispered. Iliana made no sound 
as he pressed his mouth to her chapped, quivering lips 
again. She was a bit more submissive as he ran his 
tongue across her lips. He swung around in front of 
her. He placed his left knee between her legs and 
pushed it against her pussy. She moaned against the 
pressure. 

Louis took her left breast in his hand and Iliana 
moaned, "No, please, don't." He pushed his knee deeper 
into her crotch and moved it up and down, "Oh please." 
Her breathing grew deeper and deeper. She closed her 
eyes. Louis kept messaging her twat with her knee until 
he was sure she was at her brink. He pressed his mouth 
against her lips and attempted to slid his tongue into 
open, panting mouth. He got just the tip between her 
lips before she turned her head and opened her eyes. 
From the corner of his eye, Louis noticed Iliana's 
free, left hand, inching toward his knife, lying there 
on the cushion where he had sat. 

Louis quickly snatched the knife up and said, "No you 
don't. Be very careful, little one. Tener cuidado. That 
would be stupid. No ser estupido. "Louis shook the 
sheath from his knife and turned it side to side to 
watch the blade glisten in the glow of the lamp. His 
feeling of power rose on a surge of adrenalin, as the 
look of fear in Iliana's eyes heightened. His heart was 
pounding harder than ever. He stood up and looked down 
upon the pitiful, beautiful little creature before him. 
He saw that her crotch was wet, and so was the knee of 
his jeans that he'd had pressed against it. He knew 
then that he'd had her at the brink. He chuckled. She 
hung her pretty head.

"You like my knife?" he asked. "Is pretty no?"

"No."

"Oh yes. It is a very pretty knife. It was my 
grandfather's knife. Como se dice? El padre de mi 
padre? The father of my father?"

"Abuelo," Iliana whimpered.

"Abuelo," he relied, "Grandfather?"

"Si."

"It was my grandfather's knife. It is very beautiful, 
and it is very sharp. Es muy agudo." Louis neatly 
sliced the top button from her blouse, the blade 
flashing just inches from her face. Iliana gasped. 

"Si," Iliana said, "Es muy guapisimo." 

"That's my girl. That's my good little girl." Louis' 
heart was racing now. "Tu es mi nina buena. No? Are you 
my good little girl?"

"Si."

"Say it!"

"Que?"

Louis brought the knife near her cheek and said, "Tell 
me you are my good little girl."

"I am your good little girl." 

"Very good," said Louis as he stepped back to admire 
his good little girl. Her eyes were glistening with the 
tears that she struggled to hold back. Those same dark 
eyes were filled with something that bordered on terror 
and rage. Louis could hardly contain himself. His heart 
was pounding and his breath was coming in quick gasps. 
He dropped his pants and stared at Iliana's eye's as 
they widened with fear and anticipation. 

Iliana stared at Louis' hard cock as it throbbed there, 
in front of her face. He held his knife at his side, 
tilted up at the same angle as his erection. She 
glanced at the knife, then to his face. He smiled at 
her. He had never felt more powerful. For once in his 
life, he was in complete control. He would have 
precisely what he wanted. "Besame. Beso mi pinga. Kiss 
it, baby. Kiss my cock."

Iliana's face began to scrunch up and her eyes filled 
with tears. "Be my good little girl and kiss it, baby," 
Louis whispered as he slowly raised his knife and held 
it near her face. He twisted the knife and watched the 
light, reflected from the blade, move across her cheek 
and dance on the tear in her eye. She reluctantly 
leaned forward and touched her parched, dry lips to the 
head of Louis's cock. His dick twitched and his heart 
skipped a beat. "Yes, baby. That's my girl." He placed 
his hand on the back of head. "Usa tu lengua. Lick it, 
baby."

Iliana slowly extended her tongue and touched the 
bottom of Louis' cock. "That's it, baby. Open up and 
take it in, baby. That's my girl, take it in."

Iliana, slowly parted her lips, as a tear rolled down 
her cheek. Louis held her head steady with one hand, 
while keeping the blade of his knife near her cheek. He 
pushed his cock forward and she opened wider to take it 
in. 

Louis pressed forward with his throbbing member until 
it was completely enveloped in Iliana's warm, wet 
mouth. "Suck it, baby. Chupame pinga, mi nina. Suck my 
dick!" She froze at first and didn't move at all. Louis 
touched the tip off his knife blade to her cheek and 
she began to suck, slowly. "That's it. That's my good 
little girl. You know you love it."

"Touch your pussy baby." Louis whispered. "Touch that 
panocha." He waved his knife toward Iliana's hand and 
she slowly moved it to her wet crotch."That's it, baby. 
It's still wet. Stroke that pussy." She let her hand 
rest there until he barked, "Rub it! Rub that pussy." 
She dug her fingers into the damp denim and massaged 
her twat. 

"Harder," he commanded, "Suck harder." Iliana began to 
suck on Louis' dick with what seemed to be some real 
enthusiasm, as the tears continued to flow. He was 
elated by the trickle of tear drops that mingled with 
the spittle, dripping on his balls. 

He held her head still as her pushed his cock deeper 
into her mouth. She opened as wide as she could and 
accepted his throbbing cock, until it touched the back 
of her throat. She gagged and Louis pulled back. 

Louis slid his cock back until just the head was 
between Iliana's lips, then slowly pushed forward, 
listening for her reaction. When her heard her gag he 
knew he had reached the limit. He felt the back of her 
throat as well. He pulled back again and pushed forward 
to the gag point. He slowly fucked her face, barely 
touching the back of her throat each with each thrust, 
drawing power from the sound of her gagging and 
slurping sounds.

After less than a dozen strokes, Louis was no longer 
able to hold back. With the head of his cock just 
within Iliana's lips, Louis exploded with the most 
massive load of cum he could remember. Iliana nearly 
strangled as she struggled to contain his massive load 
in her mouth. The cum streamed from the corners of her 
mouth as she barely drew enough air through her nose to 
survive.

Louis fought to stay on his feet. His knees wanted to 
buckle. He wanted to kneel, rip Iliana's jeans away and 
eat her pussy, but he knew that would have to wait. 

Continued in part 2...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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