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Iliana's Escape - 2
by Psylic (psylic101@yahoo.com)
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Iliana had escaped Mexico but now she was suffering a
different kind of captivity. (M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp,
1st, latina)
***
Louis had captured little Iliana on his property.
Nobody in the world knew where she was, but Louis. He
had taken her into his house and had fed her. He had
made up his mind to keep her.
She had given him oral pleasure. It didn't seem like it
was here first time. She was pretty good at it. Even if
she was rather reluctant. He had her touch herself as
she sucked his cock. The closer she got to the verge of
orgasm the more gusto she put into her work.
Iliana never got to cum though. Louis got off first,
spewing a huge load of cum into her little mouth. She
sat there, with her mouth full of cum, excess running
out of the corners and down onto her chin. She looked
up at Louis, tears streaming down her cheeks, pleading
with her eyes.
"Swallow it!" Louis ordered. He struggled to stand. His
own orgasm was so overpowering that his knees were
weak. He was beginning to develop a soft spt in his
heart for his little chica, but he wanted to see her
swallow his cum, to make the act complete.
Iliana sat perfectly still for several seconds then
began to tremble. She lifted her chin and tried to
force Louis' fluid down her throat. Louis silently
lifted his knife and turned it side to side, to reflect
the light of the lantern into her moist eyes. "Don't
you spit that on my floor," he warned her.
Louis could see by the look on her face that she was
going to do more than spit. Before he had a chance to
react; she puked. Iliana deposited a huge puddle of
mostly cum and water, since she had already vomited up
her supper. Louis looked down at her, bent over above
her puddle, gagging, spitting and crying. He started to
feel sorry for her, but he was angry. He didn't get the
satisfaction of seeing her swallow his cum and she'd
made a mess on his hardwood floor. The smell of her
vomit fused into the hot air, mingled with the fumes of
his lamp and stung his nostrils.
"God damn it," Louis barked, "Look at what you've done.
What a fuckin' mess." Iliana sobbed and Louis's heart
softened, momentarily. He was determined not to let
that happen. He stomped into the kitchen, grabbed a
bucket and some rags and peaked in at his little
captive. She was still bent over her puddle, crying. He
ran some water into the bucket and carried it back to
Iliana. "Now clean that shit up." He said.
Iliana fell to knees and looked up at Louis. "Si," she
whimpered, "Lo siento. I am so sorry. I will clean."
"Damn right you'll clean," said Louis. He felt his
power swelling up again. Iliana scooped up a handful of
water from the bucket and rinsed her mouth, swallowing
the water before scooping up another handful to drink.
She splashed her face and smoothed back her hair.
Iliana looked up at Louis from her knees, ruefully and
said, "Lo siento, I clean now. I am sorry." Louis'
heart softened again and he went to the kitchen and
fetched her a glass of cool, clean water. He set it on
the coffee table looked down at Iliana. She stopped for
a second and looked at the glass.
"Go ahead," he said, "take a drink." He didn't see any
reason to be cruel, or at least any more cruel than he
had already been. He didn't mean the girl any harm. He
just wanted to feel her, to taste her, to have her, to
own her. He watched her drink the water. He was turned
on by everything she did. He found everything about her
sensuous: the way she held the glass to her lips, the
movement of her throat as she gulped her water, and the
way her eyes closed as she drank. She set the glass
back on the coffee table and said, "Gracias." Louis
just nodded and she got back to work.
Louis moved around behind Iliana and his eyes locked on
her firm young ass, as she rocked forward and back. He
got on his knees behind her. He spread her feet and
moved in between her legs. She slowed, but never
stopped her task. He placed a hand on the taught fabric
of her jeans; so warm, so smooth. He ran his hand all
around. She stopped what she was doing and he took her
by the waist. He helped her to her feet. "Finished?"
she asked.
"Not yet," Louis said, sliding his hands around
Iliana's waist to the top button of her jeans. He
unbuttoned her pants and she gasped. She held her
breath as he tugged at the waistband. Once her pants
were past her hips she exhaled, with a whimper. He
pulled them all the way to the floor. He lifted her
left foot and she stepped out of her jeans, then he
lifted her right. The smell of Iliana's pungent funk
drifted to his face. He breathed deep. It was obvious
that she hadn't bathed in days. That made her all the
more enticing to Louis. Her aroma made him drunk, and
hungry for her.
He tossed her dirty, tattered jeans on the sofa and
stood behind her. He placed his left hand on the front
of her threadbare panties, which were still wet from
when she had touched herself, earlier. His right hand
cupped her lovely young breast, beneath her open
blouse. She drew several short quick breaths. He hooked
his fingers in the band of her ragged panties and
pulled them down. She stepped out of them and stood
there, trembling. He looked at the smooth, light brown
skin of her ass. He wanted to nibble that skin, to
taste that flesh, to breath in that funk. "Back to
work," he said and slapped the tender skin of her ass.
She fell to her knees.
Louis removed his jeans and stroked his hard cock as he
watched her rocking to and fro, scrubbing his floor. He
was soon on his knees behind Iliana, between her bare
legs, still stroking his dick, watching her ass. As he
inched closer, Iliana slowed and then stopped her
rocking. "Keep working," Lois barked. She started back
up. She was shaking and sobbing.
Louis moved up until his legs were almost touching
Iliana's. He leaned forward and pressed his hard cock
between the sweaty cheeks of her ass. She stopped again
Louis started his own motion, sliding his dick up and
down the slick, wet crack of her ass. She began to
whimper.
Louis took his cock in his fist and ran the head along
the sweaty crack several times before coming to rest
against her little puckered bunghole. "Oh no," Iliana
whimpered.
"Oh yes," came Louis' reply. He grasped her waist with
his left hand and held the head of his cock firmly
against Iliana's anus. He used the sweat that he had
collected on his cock and a large dollop of spit as
lubricant to ease the head of his dick into Iliana's
virgin asshole.
"Ohhhhh," Iliana cried as Louis squeezed the head of
his cock into her tight little sphincter. "No. Please,
no. Please no," she whimpered over and over, as Louis
pushed inch after inch of his hard throbbing cock into
Iliana's ass. He thrust more and more of his dick into
her until his pelvis was against her buttocks. She was
crying again.
"Shhhh," whispered Louis, running his hand up and down
Iliana's sweaty back as gently as he could, trying to
sooth her. As he pulled his cock back, she drew a long,
deep breath. He slowly pushed back up inside her and
she groaned. He withdrew to the sound of Iliana's deep,
ragged breath and plunged by in to the sound of her
groans. He picked up his pace thrusting his cock up her
ass as she gasped and pulled back as she moaned, faster
and faster.
Louis wrapped his hand around Iliana, to massage her
mons, then flick her clit. Her moans changed tone, from
pain to pleasure, then to ecstacy as he drove his dick
all the way home and held there and fingered her clit.
She shuddered and shook, moaning and whimpering. He
pulled his cock from her ass and she collapsed on the
wooden floor. She lay there on the floor a quivering
mass. He scooped her up and lay her on the couch.
Louis looked down on Iliana, quivering and crying on
his couch and weakened for a second. He covered her
naked little body with his shirt. He mustered his
strength and said, "You liked that, didn't you?"
"No!" she blurted, "No like that. You hurt me."
Louis almost apologized. He opened his mouth to say,
"I'm sorry," but instead he snarled, "You liked it.
Don't lie." He picked up his knife. He held his knife
in his right hand and his cock in his left. "You liked
it, didn't you?"
"Si, I like it,' she whimpered.
"You're learning." Lois said as he stepped back to the
couch and lifted his shirt with the tip of his knife,
just enough to expose Iliana's little cootch. "That's
what I want, right there," he said as he pushed her
knee aside to expose Iliana's snatch. He touched his
grimy finger to her wet little slit. "I want that li'l
chichi. I want that pussy." He was starting to feel the
effect of the Lone Star beers he'd been drinking all
day, and was getting a little bolder.
He ran his finger up and down her tender little trench
as it moistened to the point of dripping. "You see
there, you do like it. I knew you did." He pushed an
inch of his finger into her wet, but unwilling pussy.
She grunted. He held his finger there and looked at her
face. The expression on her face was one of anger,
fear, disgust and suppressed lust. Louis recognized the
lust and disregarded the rest.
Iliana fought to hold back her tears and any indication
of pleasure as Louis wiggled and swirled his finger
inside her little punta. The determination melted from
her face as he swished his finger around in her little
cunt, moving deeper and deeper inside her. "Oh yeah,"
he said, "My little girl likes it. What she needs is
some pinga. She needs some big, hard dick in that
little pussy."
"No, please," she begged, "No, don't."
"What'sa matter, chaquita? You ain't a virgin are ya?"
"Si. Por favor. Don't please."
"Virgin? No shit. I don't know if I believe you or not.
But just thinking that you are will make that stinky
li'l cunt o' yours sweeter." Louis flung the shirt
aside with the tip of his knife, leaving Iliana naked,
once again and trembling on the couch, on the verge of
tears.
"No need to cry, chaquita," Louis said, "You're gonna
love this." He transferred the knife to his left hand
and took Iliana's ankle in his right. He lifted her leg
and pushed her knee back to her shoulder, exposing her
hairy young bush. The odor of her sex rose to his face.
"Whew there, little one, we will need to bathe you, but
that can wait. Tell me you want it."
"Como?"
"Say 'gimme dat cock,'" Louis said, "G'wan, say it."
Louis swayed as he stood above his terrified captive.
"Say it."
"Gimme dat cock," she whined.
"Say it like you mean it."
Iliana composed herself. She fought back her tears,
took control of her anger and swallowed her dignity.
"Gimme dat cock," she purred, nearly, gagging on the
words.
"Da's better," Louis slurred. "I knew you wanted it."
He looked down at Iliana's pussy and saw how her juices
flowed. "The lips on your face may not wanna admit it,
but these lips here can't lie." He laughed at how
clever he thought he'd been and pressed the head of his
cock to her sloppy little twat. Iliana bit her lip to
keep from crying out.
Louis pushed an inch of his cock into Iliana's tight
little twat. She gasped. He shoved in another inch and
she sucked in another short breath. He plunged the
length of his manhood into her as she screamed, "Ah, mi
dios!"
"You love it, don't you? Don't you?"
Iliana had figure Louis out. She knew she had to say
what he wanted to hear. As much as it pained her, she
said, "Si, I love it."
"Da's it girl," Louis breathed, as he pulled his dick
back to the lips of her twat. "Say, 'fuck me'," he told
her, "say it."
"Fuck me," she whimpered as he drove his cock into her
tender twat.
Louis pulled back and barked, "Like you mean it,
godammit."
He plunged his dick into Iliana again and she blurted,
"Fuck me!"
"Da's more like," Louis said as he withdrew his cock.
"Fuck me," Iliana said as Louis drove his member home
again. "Fuck me," she repeated with each stroke as he
pistoned her little pussy. After only a dozen strokes,
he let lose his load and shot his hot cum deep into
Ilaian's twat. He all but collapsed on top of her.
As Louis cut lose and unloaded his spunk into her cunt,
Iliana let lose with the tears. All the crying that she
had been holding back, flooded to the surface. The
tears flowed and the sobs burst forth.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Louis said, and rolled his
drunken carcass onto the floor. He lay there, catching
his breath and listening to Iliana cry. He wondered if
she was crying from physical pain, or was it some woman
shit? Was she crying because she had just lost her
virginity to some strange gringo or did it have to do
with all the other sad shit in her life.
For a minute, it occurred to him that he might have
contributed to all the sad shit in her life. The
magnitude of such a thought, at that moment, made his
head hurt. His head began to spin and he slipped out of
consciousness, for a minute.
Iliana gathered her wits and stopped the sobbing. She
looked over the edge of the couch at Louis. She checked
to see if he still had his knife. Through the blur of
tears she could see that he did.
To be continued?
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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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