The Girl – Stories: Mission 4 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. , The truck stopped, shaking Lilly out of sleep. Side door was opened, and sudden bright light blinded them even through the blindfold. Before even regaining vision, Lilly felt strong hands pull her out from the garbage truck onto the concrete floor, and dragging her across what felt like a industrial parking lot. “No” she thought to herself “Parking lot would be too exposed. It’s probably a warehouse.”
Suddenly her blindfold was taken off. As she her eyes became used to the light she saw the other three girls eyes uncovered. She saw their confusion. And hope in their eyes. Lilly knew, that if these people didn’t care if they are blindfolded, then they don’t plan to release them ever again. This was a one way ride.
— “It’s simple” — said a man, with a strong accent — “If you’ll promise you’ll not make a sound, I will take out the gags.”
The girls looked at him with even more confused faces.
The man slapped the girl closest to him, hard enough for her to land on the concrete.
— “Do you understand?” — he screamed at them.
The girls nodded vigorously, even he girl on the floor.
The man smiled, and went from one girl to the next, ripping the tape off their faces with a quick tug, and pulling the various rugs from their mouths.
When he came to Lilly, he made a scene from discovering that her own panties were in her mouth, and showing them to his colleagues.
Lilly dropped her head in shame.
He lifted the tag on her ear for everybody to see.
— “Look, guys.” — he said in Spanish — “The good priest packed one for the road.” — the other men laughed, as Lilly pretended not to understand — “See these guys?” — he asked her in English, grabbing her by the hair and directing her head towards two men — “They will be taking you on a … roadtrip.” — he smiled — “You have to promise me that you will take good care of them.”
Lilly knew better than to argue.
— “Of course, sir.” — she said in a trembling voice — “I … I can make sandwiches, I …”
— “I think they will find a better use for you, girl.” — said the man, cutting her off, and the two men laughed.
The man let go of her hair, making her head drop.
— “Let’s put them with the others” — he said, picking up some wire-cutters.
Lilly was first. The men cut the temporary binds on her hands and legs, and then proceeded to put her in the restrain, which she guessed was used by them for transport. It consisted of a very heavy collar, with two additional loops for he wrists. First they closed it around her neck, adjusting, and making sure she cannot pull her head out of it. Then they secured her hands to it. It was an awkward position, but Lilly liked it, as it allowed her to scratch her nose, which she could never do when her hands were tied behind her back.
The restrain was really heavy, and Lilly was struggling to keep herself upright under it’s weight. She imagined that running with it would be a fools errand. But because it was mostly resting on her shoulders, she didn’t feel it digging into her neck much.
The contraption had two metal rings on it’s back and two on the front. And as Lilly was led to the back of a big truck which was standing in the warehouse, she realized what the upper ones were for.
A long rod was mounted on either side of the truck interior. Under them, girls were kneeling with the same heavy restraints around their necks, hanged under the rods by the two rings. This lifted some of the weight off their shoulders, but Lilly knew that dosing off will not be a pleasant experience, with the the weight of your head hanging by your neck.
She counted five more girls inside, making it nine in total, counting with her and the other girls brought by the priest. As Lilly was being helped up a ramp to the track, and secured to the rod, she noticed the other girls being afraid to even look at her. One of them had a bleeding lip, one was bruised on the face and hands, and another had two wooden clothespins attached to her nipples. She noticed non of them were gagged, suggesting the men preferred to terrorize the girls into silence, than to gag them. Lilly respected that approach, at the same time, feeling pity for the girls she saw.
After everybody was loaded, and attached to their rods, the man in charge entered the back of the truck, and inspected the girls. “Inspecting the merchandise” thought Lilly. While he did that, Lilly noticed that one in the corner, with bruises was in fact a boy. Naked, like all of them, she did not recognize it at first, as a lot of the girls were pretty flat, and the boy had very soft features. But the small shriveled penis between his legs was evidence. Lilly involuntarily clenched her fists looking at him. Something in his vulnerability touched her more than anything else until now. “At least he still has a pink tag” she thought to herself. The boy’s head was hanging in resignation, not wanting to look into nobody’s eyes.
— “I think you learned your lesson.” — said the man in charge, ripping the clothespins off the girl’s nipples, her restrained scream taking Lilly’s mind off the boy — “Now, girls” — he said ignoring the boy in the corner — “you’ll be heading for a road trip, so behave. Do not distract the driver with any moans, like ‘Are we there yet’ or ‘I have to pee'” — he said with a evil grin — “And don’t make a mess back here.” — he continued reading into their thoughts — “If any of you will have an accident, there will be hell to pay.”
Lilly guessed all the girls knew he wasn’t mincing words. She just hoped all the girls will manage to keep their small bladders shut.
The man closed the door, submerging them in what felt like complete darkness. Thankfully after their eyes adjusted the faint light leaking in through various gaps illuminated the inside enough for them to see each other. They heard some conversation outside, and then felt the driver and one other person climb into the cabin and start the engine. As the truck started to move, and the noise of the engine and the road evened out, the girls relaxed a bit and started whispering between each other.
The conversation was dominated by the most important subject of where are they being taken to. Several of the braver girls suggested they are trafficked for prostitution, others were saying they were kidnapped for ransom. In the present circumstances, Lilly thought the latter to be just denial. Of course she had the advantage of knowing where they are being taken. Across the border. To Mexico. But, of course, she could not tell them that.
As she looked around she noticed most of the girls to have pink tags, apart from the girl directly in front of her. In the dim light Lilly could not discern if it was gray or pink.