Chapter 11

A week passed, and Luna's wounds had mostly healed. She spent the days resting, her mind still consumed by the horrors she had witnessed. One afternoon, there was a knock on her door—a messenger from her organisation. He handed her a plain envelope containing a photograph of a young girl with long, flowing black hair and hazel eyes.

"This is Lily," he said coldly, his accent heavy. "She's the daughter of a journalist who was investigating the trafficking ring. Find her, bring her back alive, or there will be consequences."

Luna took the photo, her eyes narrowing in determination. "Understood," she replied, her tone devoid of emotion. She knew this mission would be dangerous; failure wasn't an option.

The messenger leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh, sending a wave of revulsion through her. "Do you really understand, Luna?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "This is your last chance."

Before she could react, he pinned her down on the bed, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other trailed up her leg, his fingers tracing slow circles around her exposed thigh. Her heart raced as she struggled futilely, her body responding to his touch despite her best efforts to resist.

The messenger's hand continued its slow, deliberate journey up her thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. "Good girl," he purred, his breath hot against her ear. "Now listen carefully. You fail in this mission, and there won't be a second chance."

With a final, satisfying squeeze, he released her and stood up straight, adjusting his suit jacket. "Find Lily or die trying. Understood?" He didn't wait for a response, striding out of the motel room without another word.

Luna lay on the motel bed, her mind racing with fear and determination. She knew she had no choice but to accept this mission—not only for Lily's sake but also for her own survival. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her belongings and slipped out of the room, determined to find the missing girl and bring down the entire operation.

Luna, her heart pounding in her chest, crept silently down the darkened corridor, her senses heightened to superhuman levels. She knew every creak of metal and every soft footstep echoed loudly in the otherwise silent factory. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she mentally mapped out her route, memorizing potential escape routes and hiding spots.

The scent of sweat and urine mixed with the familiar tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening reminder of what went on here. She reached a locked door marked 'Employees Only,' her hand hovering over the keypad embedded in the wall. She inputted a sequence of numbers, which was provided to her. The lock clicked, and the door swung open quietly.

Inside, the factory floor was a nightmare of filth and misery. Rows upon rows of cages lined the vast expanse, each containing screaming women and children, their bodies covered in bruises and cuts. Some were chained to the walls, others had their hands and feet bound together. The stench of urine and feces was overpowering, making it difficult to breathe.

Luna's eyes darted left and right, searching for Lily amidst the sea of suffering faces. She couldn't afford to be caught; the consequences would be dire not only for her but also for everyone involved in this operation. With a deep breath, she slipped into the labyrinthine maze of corridors, her heart hammering in her chest.

Suddenly, Luna collided with a tall, imposing figure clad in black clothing. Startled, she turned around, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. It was El Jaguar, his eyes blazing with surprise and desire. "Mar... Luna," he purred, his accent thick. "How serendipitous."

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice cracking slightly.

"Same as you, I suppose," he retorted, his gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage. "I want to bring down these bastards."

"Don't play innocent with me," she snapped, backing away warily. "You ordered your men to get me!"

"Well of course," he replied calmly. "I thought you betrayed me, so, is it true?"

 Luna smirked, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Funny how fast you change your tune now that I'm on your side."

"Don't play games with me, Luna," he growled, taking a step forward. "We can discuss our differences later."

She hesitated for a moment, torn between suspicion and the fact that she needed his help. Finally, she nodded reluctantly. "Alright, but remember, this is a temporary alliance."

Luna's eyes flashed with lust, and before he could react, she lunged forward, her lips crashing against his. The kiss was brutal and demanding, their tongues wrestling in a primal dance. His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, grinding their bodies together. His member throbbed against her lower abdomen, begging for release.

"You taste like sin," he groaned into the kiss, deepening it further. Her body responded to his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hardening under his rough treatment. She moaned into the kiss, unable to resist the temptation of his lips.

After a few long moments, they broke apart, both panting heavily. "We can talk later," he growled, his eyes filled with hunger. "Right now, let's find our target."

Luna ignored his words, instead deepening the kiss, her hands exploring his broad shoulders and muscular torso. Her fingers traced his abs, teasingly brushing against his pants zipper before grabbing hold of it with determination. With a quick motion, she yanked down his pants, freeing his hardened cock from its confines.

He groaned, his cock throbbing in anticipation as she wrapped her slender fingers around its length, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "Luna..." he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ignoring his protests, she knelt down before him, her eyes never leaving his as she took his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked greedily, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat expanding and contracting rhythmically. He groaned loudly, his hands tangling in her hair, holding her head steady as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

She continued to pleasure him, her tongue tracing the veins along his shaft, her hand moving faster, increasing the pace of their shared act. His moans filled the otherwise silent corridor, echoing off the cold metal walls.

After a few minutes of this torturous teasing, El Jaguar finally lost control. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back forcefully. He then pulled her up, his lips crushing hers in a savage kiss as he pushed her against the wall, pinning her there with his body weight. His hand reached down between their bodies, ripping her pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing her wet folds to his eager eyes.

"So fucking tight," he growled, his cockhead pushing against her entrance. "You better enjoy this, Luna," he warned, before thrusting forcefully inside her.

A sharp cry escaped her throat as he filled her completely, stretching her tight passage. She bit down on his neck, her nails clawing at his back, leaving red marks in his skin. Their bodies moved in sync, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm.

Their breathing grew heavier, their moans turning into primal grunts of pleasure. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling together as they became one in this brutal dance.

El Jaguar continued to ravage her, his hips rocking harder and faster, driving deeper into her tight channel. Luna's walls contracted around him, milking every drop of his seed as if starved for it. Their bodies slapped together in a wet, sloppy soundtrack of lust and desire.

He bit down sharply on her neck, his teeth leaving small puncture marks in her pale skin, mixing their fluids together. His hand gripped her ass tightly, lifting her up and down on his member, taking complete control. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving blood-stained marks.

"More," she panted between gasps, "give me more."

Their orgasmic climax was interrupted by the piercing sound of a security alarm going off in the distance. El Jaguar cursed under his breath, shoving his pants back up and yanking Luna's clothes into disarray. "Fuck! We need to move!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards an escape route.

"Come on," he growled, his voice low and urgent. "We have to hurry!" They sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing loudly in the sudden silence. Luna could feel some of their fluids trickling down her thighs, leaving sticky trails on her skin.