Lil One - 3 - Sex Stories

Lil One - 3

... ache there. I’m trying to remember what happened. When I do, I jump up and run into the house. I’m calling out for lil one, but she is no where to be found. Our bags are s**ttered on the floor of my bedroom. Her shell leather is broken on the floor. I know what has happened and who is to blame. Her Master has taken lil one. He must have found out my team was looking into his past. I make a call to my team. They inform me that in fact, her Master had been charged several time with assault and domestic v******e. But that he has connections and they were all dropped. I get into my truck and speed towards his home, hoping that I can get to her in time. Who knows what he will do to her. I’m supposed to be her protector, now I hope I’m not too late. I speed towards his place. When I get near, I slow and find a place to park. I get out and move towards the house. I need to be careful not to be seen. I need to make sure lil one is secure before I take care of him. I see that there is a guard at the front of his place. I go around back and there is one there too. I stand at the corner of his home and throw a small stone and hit a tree. The guard moves to check it out. As he comes around the corner, I grab him from behind and wrap my arm around his throat. He flails away but the restriction of air to his lungs have him out in a few seconds. He’s only passed out from the sl**per hold. I use his radio and call the other guard to “come look at this.” As he comes around I quickly secure ...

... him too. I drag both of them to my truck and lock them into the back with their hands and legs secured with zip ties. I move back to the house and go in the back door. I hear muffled screams and quickly move towards them. My heart is pounding and I hope that I’m not too late. As I come to a door where the sounds are coming from, I softly open and peek in. Lil one is shackled to a metal choker, her arms and legs are spread and secured with shackles as well. She is on all fours, with her ass up in the air. Her Master has a cane and is whipping her upturned ass. There are stripes and cuts up and down her ass and thighs. He’s yelling at her calling her names. “You took my collar off you ungrateful whore!” His cane comes down again and she screams in pain, striking her exposed labia. “How does your ass feel with that ginger cock inside you slut?” She is crying, unable to answer him as he whips her ass again. “I’ll bet you remember this whipping for the rest of your life, if I allow you to live at all.” As he is about to bring the cane down again, I grab his wrist and spin him around. My fist meets his jaw. I hear a crack and he crumples to the ground. I give him a few more to the face before her whimpers bring me back to the present. I let lil one know that its me. Then work to remove the ginger fashioned butt plug from her tender ass. I tell her to breath through the pain as I unseat it. She screams again. There is nothing I can do for her right now. I have to secure her safety. I ...