She was breathing heavily through her nose, her wrists taped together behind her back. The gag on her mouth was a thin piece of tape, but without the use of her hands, she couldn’t rip it off. Her ankles were taped together as well, keeping her completely immobile.

She was naked, stomach down on a thin mattress where a pillow was placed under her stomach, raising her hips up and exposing her pussy and ass. The metal frame under the mattress creaked with every movement as a man behind her fucked her pussy with no concern for her pleasure. Every so often, his cock hit her cervix, making her grunt through her nose and squeeze her eyes shut from the sharp pain. He had been fucking her for half an hour at least. Her pussy was sore from the pounding, and the sheets beneath her were completely soaked. She had cum three times this session before her bladder gave up and she lost control of her bodily functions. He didn’t care. He kept fucking her as she wet herself, letting out a soft laugh at her humiliation.

He pulled out, but she knew he hadn’t cum inside her yet. She could hear him breathing hard, the sound of wet skin slapping together paused.

He stood up off the bed and walked over to where two other men were playing darts. They had been taking turns throwing darts at the wall, the winners fucking her each time, while the losers played together and waited for their chance to win her again. The other men watched her intently as she lay there, sweaty and covered in her own urine, her eyes a mix of tears and anger. Her pussy twitched, her whole body was throbbing and exhausted. They were on their sixth round of darts, and she had been fucked five times now.

“No fucking way. I just don’t believe it.” She heard the man who had just been fucking her say.

“Believe it, Damion. They say she is a highly skilled assassin, the kind that never fails. They say she’s the kind that kills for fun, just because she enjoys it.” The other man spoke, his voice was deeper, and he had a slight accent.

“Fuck off, Sergei. That’s a bunch of bullshit. She’s just a little girl.” Damion threw his dart at the board, hitting just outside of the center circle.

“Even a little girl can kill you if she puts her mind to it.” The third man laughed, throwing his own dart at the board. He hit the center, just missing the bullseye by a hair.

“Not you too, Seth. You really think this little thing could kill us? Look at her. She’s completely helpless. We’ve been fucking her for hours, and she hasn’t said a single word. She just cries, moans, and pisses herself like a scared little girl.” He gestured over to her, and they both looked over. She locked eyes with them for a moment before looking away, her face turning red with shame.

“We’re not supposed to underestimate her, she’s a trained killer. There is a reason they want her dead.” Seth looked at her again, narrowing his eyes.

“She’s just some dumb bitch who pissed off the wrong people and got a price put on her head. That’s all. Probably got fucked too many times and lost her mind. Now she thinks she’s some kind of badass assassin.” Damion laughed and went back to the board, throwing his last dart. He hit the bullseye and cheered.

“Bullshit!” Seth yelled, but Damion just laughed.

“Better luck next time, boys. I’m gonna fuck this bitch until she passes out.” He walked over to the bed and climbed on, slapping her ass hard and making her yelp through the tape.

Seth and Sergei sighed, but they were used to losing to Damion. They both sat down in the chairs and watched as he positioned himself behind her and slid his cock back into her pussy. He quickly began to piston in and out of her, making the bed creak loudly. She grunted, her face scrunching up as he fucked her hard.

“How old do you think she is?” Seth asked, watching as Damion fucked her.

“Does it matter?” Damion grunted, not taking his eyes off her ass.

“She looks young ... Short little thing, small tits, and a tight little pussy. I bet she’s not even legal.” Sergei said, rubbing his chin.

“Fuck that, she’s got to be at least 18. Her pussy is too good to be a kid’s.” Damion groaned, his hips slapping against her ass. “If she’s not, I don’t give a shit. This is the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He slapped her ass again, making her whimper.

“I’m not saying I care, I’m just curious. She looks like she could be 16, maybe younger.” Seth leaned forward, his eyes glued to her body.

“You’re sick, Seth. You want to fuck a kid?” Sergei laughed.

“Fuck you, I’m just saying she looks young.” He shot back, his eyes never leaving her body. “And don’t act like you haven’t fucked her. You won the first round with her.”

“Guilty.” Sergei grinned. “But she’s not a kid, she’s a killer.”

“A killer with a tight little body and a great ass.” Damion groaned, his cock throbbing inside her.

“I’m just saying, if she is younger, I call dibs keeping her in my bed tonight.” Seth said, leaning back in his chair.

“Naw, she has to be over 18.” Sergei shook his head.

“Want to put a bet on it?” Seth looked over at him, a smirk on his face.

“Sure, but what’s the bet?”

“If she’s under 18, I get to keep her for the night and do whatever I want with her. If she’s over 18, you get her for the night.” Seth said, a glint in his eye.

“You’re on.” Sergei grinned.

“Oh, Damion, did you want to put a wager in? We’re betting on her age.” Seth looked over at him.

“Naw, I don’t care. I just wanna fuck her.” He groaned, his hips moving faster as he got closer to cumming.

“Come on, man. Don’t you want to get another shot at her tonight?” Sergei asked.

“I’ve already beat you guys at darts four times. I’ve had my fun.” He grunted, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill this little slut up.” He slammed into her hard, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside her. She whimpered as she felt him filling her, her pussy clenching around his cock. She was exhausted, her body aching and sore from the rough treatment. She just wanted it to be over.

Once he finished cumming, he pulled out and wiped his cock on her ass, making her flinch. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping down her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the shame and humiliation. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was a highly trained assassin, but they didn’t need to know that yet. She felt a hand on her ass, rubbing the cum into her skin. She whimpered, her body shaking from the touch.

“Okay, let’s find out how old she is.” Seth walked over to the bed and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He pulled off the tape on her mouth, making her gasp. “How old are you, little girl?” He asked, his voice low and threatening.

“Go fuck yourself.” She spat, glaring at him.

Seth sighed, and turned behind him to grab a ring gag off the table. “I was hoping you’d cooperate, but I guess not.” He forced the gag into her mouth, making her jaw ache as it held it open. “Clearly your vocal cords need some work if you think it’s a good idea to talk back to us.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the edge of the bed towards his cock. “Let’s see if you can use your mouth for something other than talking.”

He shoved his cock into her open mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering as he held her head in place, his balls resting on her chin.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He moaned, holding her there as he enjoyed the sensation of her throat convulsing around his cock.

She was choking, her airway completely blocked by his cock. She couldn’t breathe, her body struggling against the ropes. She tried to pull her head back, but his grip on her hair was too tight. She could feel his cock pulsing in her throat, and she knew he was getting off on her suffering. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he pulled his cock out and let her breathe. She gasped for air, her body shaking from the lack of oxygen.

“Now, I’m going to ask you again. How old are you?” He held her head up, his cock still in her face.

“I’m... 15 ... You sick fuck.” She coughed out, her voice hoarse from the rough treatment.

Seth’s eyes went wide, and he looked over at Sergei.

“Did you hear that?” He asked, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah, I heard.” Sergei nodded, a look of shock on his face.

“Fuck, I guess we found ourselves a little jailbait.” Seth laughed, looking down at her.

“Wait, what? She’s 15?” Damion looked at her, his eyes wide. “She’s a fucking kid.”

“Guess so.” Seth grinned, running his fingers through her hair.

“Shit, man. I forgot how good teen pussy was.” Damion laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” Seth said, looking back down at her. “I guess I win the bet, Sergei.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe she’s that young. She’s a fucking assassin and she’s just a kid.” Sergei said, running his hand through his hair.

“Don’t matter to me, I won the bet fair and square.” Seth smiled, walked around the bed, and dragged a knife along the rope around her ankles, cutting it free. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, making her stumble to her feet. Her legs were weak from being taped up for so long, and she had trouble standing on her own. He grabbed her hips and held her up, his hands roaming her body as she struggled against him.

“We need to turn her in by noon tomorrow, right?” He asked, looking at the other two men.

“Yeah, we have to deliver her to the drop off point by then.” Sergei nodded, watching as Seth’s hands moved over her body.

“Good, that means I have all night to have some fun with her.” He grinned, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “I’ll see you two in the morning.”

He carried her out of the room, leaving the other two men behind. She struggled against him, trying to get free, but he just held her tighter and laughed. He carried her down the hall to his room and threw her onto the bed, making her land on her back. She tried to sit up, but he was on top of her in an instant, his hands pinning her shoulders down.

“Look at you, all tied up and helpless. I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, making her shudder.

“Let me go, you sick bastard.” She spat through the o-ring, trying to move her head away from him.