Amy's Junior Year Abroad
Copyright© 2020 by pat brooks
Chapter 10: Escape?
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: Escape? - An American college girl studying in France is arrested while traveling in eastern Europe. She is harshly interrogated and released. After her return to France, her interrogator appears and forces her to participate in a so-called secret mission. She is afraid that she will never escape his grasp as he continues to degrade and humiliate her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Rape Fiction Humiliation Sadistic Torture
Amy selected a table near the rear, close to the stairwell leading to the restrooms below. She ordered a café au lait and waited. After her second café, Amy began to worry. She was near panic and about to bolt when both Margaret and Marja appeared at the entrance lugging Alexander’s suitcase.
The girls embraced. “Oh my God!”, Amy exclaimed. “I left your suitcase at the Sorbonne, Margaret. I’m sorry. I was in just too much of a hurry to get out of there before Alexander could free himself.”
Margaret scowled for just a minute. “Damn, we have to go back for the dossier.”
Amy smiled. “No. We don’t. At least, I did something right. I grabbed Alexander’s papers out of your suitcase and put them in my back pack. Your suitcase is still open in the middle of the room. We have credit cards passports and money. Just buy some new clothes. It is too dangerous to go anywhere that Alexander might suspect.”
“I don’t think that we should use the credit card,” Margaret said. “They can be traced. And, Alexander still has the resources of his government.”
Marja interrupted the conversation to point at two men who had just entered the bistro. They looked ominous with heavy trench coats and fedoras pulled down over their brows. They sat at a nearby table and began to argue about football. It would have been laughable if the girls weren’t so scared.
Marja whispered something to Margaret. “She says that we should leave and continue somewhere else.” Amy silently concurred. She grabbed her backpack.
As the girls scurried past the table with the two men, Amy was certain she heard the word “pute”. She glanced back at the table. One of the men was openly staring at her. He mouthed the word “salope” at her. She trembled as she hastened her step. Margaret was falling behind, lugging the suitcase that she had packed at Alexander’s. Marja grabbed the suitcase handle with Margaret. The two girls struggled to catch up with Amy.
Margaret was out of breath by the time the Bon Temps bistro was in the distance. The two men had not emerged. Maybe, they were safe after all. She looked pleadingly at Margaret. Margaret just sat on the suitcase staring vacantly. Marja was watching the two Americans.
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