An hour felt like eternity while she wait. Though she made attempts with the knots believing the way she maneuvered her long fingers will loose it. But when she did, she only felt some stinging pain around her wrist. The knots were extremely tight so she gave herself some me time knowing her fingers felt sore already.
While she did, she scrutinize each part of the room, in search of anything like a weapon. But there was none. The only thing evident in the room was the bed, a sofa and small table, blue bulbs at opposite walls which illuminate dark shade of blue. The bass disco music resounded down the hall. Both Customers and clients will be trooping in soon. Camila became worried for the sisters most especially Anna. She was just a child. She hiss while she struggled with the knots again not minding the pain. The door Knob shook. Camila waited in anticipation staring at the doorway fuming at which bastard will come in. The door creaked open from his frame with a "close to a grandpa" figure coming in. Well because his white hair was just evident at either side of his head but he still looked younger even if winkles formed his way by the side of his mouth. He smiled seductively at Camila. He had with him a bottle of wine and a tumbler which he placed down on the table before making his direction at Camila's. Pure lust was just evident in his eyes. He savours her by the neck hungrily wasting no opportunity on the jackpot he has gotten his hands on. Camila didn't flinched. His strong body cologne almost made Camila tear up. She choked. He took a quick look at her again taking off his coat which reaches down to his knee and trousers. Only his pants was left. He clasps both palms on his mouth making a gesture like who just won an award. His inner devil praised the creator for this wide flower. He lean closer while he plays and sulked on her nipple like a baby. Camila only shot him a murderous look while he did has he pleased with her. With no trouble he yank off Camila's panties for better view. She smelled nice down there while he sniffed holding her legs apart. Her stiffen legs jerked while his tongue made contact with her bugs, her body tingles but she only felt repulsive. All together, he sniff, licked and kiss her buds just the way he felt any girl would love it. From her sex he carried his mouth upward toward her stomach then to her left bulging breast. While he worked his mouth on her left he massaged the other with his right fingers. His bulging manhood made press against her sex. He growl. The ugly buffoon had opt for Camila moans but she only made a serious face. He became pissed. He rushed down to the table to pour himself some wine, four fills all in one go. Camila can tell he will get drunk soon from the amount of fills he bulb down. She thought of an idea, a tactic that will make this fool believe she crave for him. She remembers Vivian objection. What had that dead goon called it. A glint of memory struck her. "How about I take you down there."Camila pretending sweet and already turned on finally spoked. The sorry piece of man gulp down his seventh fill before turning his gaze. He thought he had heard her wrong. Besides he plan on being drunk. If drunk, his guts takes over while he ravaged her. He settled his glass down on the table. "What did you say?" His face was inches away from Camila's. "How about you untie me. I'll show you what real savoring is down there."WHIP WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!. Camille lower lips bled just holding the pain. Boss was in rage. He had lost count of how many striking whips had been inflicted on Camila's back. He only want one thing, to make this bitch have a slow taste of death. But she never beg nor did she scream or cried. Camila held on, not dead yet. Boss was pissed, so he continued. The whole room was becoming fogging with perspiration. Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor. "I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP" "You will die tonight. WHIP" "And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell." With great strength or the last out of exertion the buckle slash Camila back. She do not held back this one. She cried, the agonizing type. Boss went on a couple on t
"What!!!" He blared. He went to see for himself while the rest of his men followed behind dragging along Camila with them. Party was over. The girls were all cleaning, mostly weary of the boss and his men aggressive looks towards the VIPs. Boss face turned pale face become even whiter seeing the dead man Camila was given to. Both his thumb and index went to the top of his brows. He massaged knowing the amount of damage this is. This was a Mr Steven, a ranking political man who had placed a heavy price on the kind of virgins he knew he wanted to his satisfaction. But the greater damage was on the floor in room 7. Blackshot, an high illegal drug dealing tycoon and worse his hefty men were outside waiting for their boss not to mention having to deal with his twin brother, the shrewdest Mafia in all Mexico. "We are all FUCKED." Boss told his men while he shot a dangerous glare at Camila. His men thought they had heard those words but the obiviors was his scream. Everyone was startled t
She was in tears knowing she was too late. She had promised the girls she'll come for them both. Anna face chested her, embracing Tessa in return. "We need to get out of here." Camila broke the reunion. Tessa nods at her suggestion. "Quickly." Tessa trail on while she peep through the slightly open door. " The guards guarding the door are all dressing room. The only way out of here without being seen is through the basement, there's a tunnel there." Hearing the basement Camila quickly rushed to the sofa. There a pack of cigarette and a lighter on top of it. She grabs the lighter made a run towards Tessa already out the door still holding Anna closer to her. They were conscious of each steps they walked through the hallway. Camila hadn't bother to put on the coat since it had blood stains now. That would raise eyes of suspicion. So she was still on her appalling underwear. Men fueled every corner of the bar and stage where the strippers performed. The disco ball light toss flick
She peak down at his bulging underwear. His cock making its landmark in his pants. Now that's the sign she had been looking for. He looked down too seeing how much his cock tries to wage a war in his pants. It needed her mouth in his cock. Without thinking, he undid the robes. She strengthen her sore wrists by twirling them around at the joints. "While don't we start over there." Camila point towards the sofa. The old man grin stupidly while Camila lead the way. Her ass cheeks waggled, he thought of how much he wanted to squeeze then while he takes her from behind. But Boss should have warned him about the last dickless fool who had been unfortunate before. She pushed him toward the sofa. He plops down, steadied himself to remove the last clothing on him. Camila squat down to her knees. The man spare her the trouble of spreading is legs aside. His greasy cock came into sight. She took him in without wasting time. She was so good, just too good while she she took him in like
An hour felt like eternity while she wait. Though she made attempts with the knots believing the way she maneuvered her long fingers will loose it. But when she did, she only felt some stinging pain around her wrist. The knots were extremely tight so she gave herself some me time knowing her fingers felt sore already. While she did, she scrutinize each part of the room, in search of anything like a weapon. But there was none. The only thing evident in the room was the bed, a sofa and small table, blue bulbs at opposite walls which illuminate dark shade of blue. The bass disco music resounded down the hall. Both Customers and clients will be trooping in soon. Camila became worried for the sisters most especially Anna. She was just a child. She hiss while she struggled with the knots again not minding the pain. The door Knob shook. Camila waited in anticipation staring at the doorway fuming at which bastard will come in. The door creaked open from his frame with a "close to a
"Good girl." He smiled. Winkles made way at the corner of his lips. "Do it." He told the men whose hands have not left her shoulders and arms. They advance her forward to curtain that demarcated the room they were in. There they lay her flat on the bed making her face up. One the goon held her arms above her heads where he used a Flexible cuffs retraining her wrist to the metal head broad. The other goon held her ankles down, so when his partner was through with the cuffs, he strode forward to one of Camilla legs with next goon flexing his grip on the girl's other ankle. Camila was confused about what they plan on doing to her. She struggled to shook her arms and legs free. She winced when the goons spread her legs apart then the doctor knelt down, moved the hem of her gown upward. He moved the ridge of her panties to the side of her pussy. His fingers examined her pussy. Sometimes he gets little annoyed because Camila wouldn't stay still for him to carry on his necessary examinat