The Gray Man Ch. 42 - Leila

After the somber affair of Jesse's funeral, Angela's heart simmered with a mix of grief and resentment as she approached Gretchen, her steps heavy with purpose. "Gretchen," she began, her voice tinged with accusation, "we need to talk."

Gretchen turned to face her, her expression guarded yet defiant. "Angela," she replied, "So sorry for your loss." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she braced herself for what was to come.

"I want to know why you felt the need to tell TJ about Jesse and me," Angela demanded, her voice trembling with anger. "Why couldn't you just mind your own damn business?"

Gretchen's jaw clenched with frustration, her own emotions bubbling to the surface as she met Angela's gaze head-on. "This is on me? You called him to come out here. I only did what I had to do to protect my cousin, Angela," she shot back, her voice laced with defiance. "You made choices, and those choices have consequences."

Angela recoiled at the implication, her anger flaring to life as she felt the sting of Gretchen's words. "How dare you," she seethed, her fists clenched at her sides. "You have no idea what I've been through."

Gretchen's eyes flashed with irritation, her patience wearing thin as she squared her shoulders and met Angela's gaze with unyielding resolve. "I have an idea, I was right there with you. Besides, you left - you ran - you have no idea what TJ has been through," she retorted, her voice cold and cutting. "But you don't see me blaming you for that, do you?"

Before Angela could respond, Olivia's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her tone sharp and sarcastic as she approached the two women. "Well, well, well," she drawled, her eyes flickering with amusement. "What do we have here? Are you ladies okay?"

Angela's eyes narrowed with fury at the sight of Olivia, her jealousy and resentment boiling over in a rush of emotion. "And who might you be?" she spat, her tone dripping with disdain.

Olivia smirked, unfazed by Angela's hostility as she stood her ground with a confidence born of years of experience. "I'm Olivia," she replied coolly, her gaze steady as she met Angela's glare head-on.

Angela rolled her eyes, "Let me guess. TJ's newest whore."

Olivia simply shrugged, her expression unreadable as she looked Angela up and down with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Oh, please," she scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Save the drama for someone who cares. Besides, jealousy doesn't look good on you."

With that, Olivia turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Angela seething with rage and humiliation in her wake. And as Angela stood there, consumed by her own bitterness and resentment, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Gretchen was right after all. Maybe, just maybe, she had made a mistake in leaving TJ.

TJ was sitting with Davey Thomspon when the older friend's phone buzzed. He put a finger up as he took the call. TJ could only hear one side, "Are you sure?....... Positive ID?..... Where?" He looked at his watch, "Do NOTHING until we get there. We will be wheels up from Southern California before sunset."

Davey looked at his friend. "We need to go. We've got her."

TJ was confused, "Got who?"

Davey smiled, "Leila Hassan. I still have some folks that owe me a favor or two that are still active. One of my friends picked her up as she was flying home to Egypt to visit family. She's at a safe house on Crete. Call Allen and get the jet ready and see if you can get Johnson to find us a way to Crete - I'll get the ladies."

The Honda Jet soared through the sky, its engines humming softly as it carried TJ, Davey, Gretchen, and Olivia back from Southern California to Reagan Airport. TJ sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the passing clouds, his thoughts swirling with the events of the past few days.

The weight of everything with Angela, the reality of Jesse's funeral, and the ever-present obsession with finding his daughter weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of being adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his heart torn between past regrets and future hopes. Angela's words, as much as he wanted to ignore them or maybe justify how he handled things after Underwood, still cut deep.

Across the cabin, Davey and Gretchen were engrossed in their own conversation, their laughter and banter filling the air with a playful energy. TJ watched them with a faint smile, grateful for the distraction they provided, even if only for a moment.

As Olivia moved to the bar and poured herself a drink, TJ couldn't help but admire her poise and grace. They had only known each other a couple of months, and then only from inside the negotiations and boardroom. But, she had a way of moving through the world with effortless confidence, her presence a soothing balm to his troubled soul. He had met few people in all of his travels that could be so tenacious yet calm as if it were second nature. When she asked a question, it felt like she already had the answer and just needed you to affirm what she already knew. Unlike many attorney's she listened more than she spoke. Plus, she had classical beauty that seemed to put everyone at ease.

She approached him with two glasses in hand, a silent offer of companionship in the midst of his turmoil. TJ accepted the drink gratefully, his fingers curling around the glass as he took a slow sip, the warmth of the bourbon spreading through him like a comforting embrace.

Taking a seat opposite him, Olivia fixed him with a steady gaze, her eyes filled with quiet concern. "Wanna talk about it?" she asked softly, her voice gentle yet probing.

TJ hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. But there was something about Olivia's presence, something about the way she looked at him with understanding and empathy, that made him want to open up to her.

"I'm not sure why I do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I think I need to."

And with that simple admission, TJ poured out his heart to Olivia, laying bare his fears and doubts, his hopes and dreams. He spoke of Angela and Parisia, of the pain of loss and the longing for redemption.

And as he spoke, Olivia listened with unwavering attention. For the first time since the horrible events with Underwood, Gray felt heard without being judged. As she stood up she looked at her colleague, "TJ, you did the best you could with the tools you had. You aren't a mind reader, you can't know what you don't know. Stop beating yourself up about it. If someone had hurt me and you made sure they didn't live to hurt me ever again, you'd be my hero." She patted his knee and stood up before she held her hand out for the empty glass. "I'll get you a blanket, you need to sleep. You've got to be on another plane 90 minutes after we land."

A 5 hour flight to DC, a 90 minute layover to get to the Lufthansa terminal for another 10 hour flight to Athens, with an hour layover for the hour flight to Crete. 20 hours after getting the message, Davey and TJ stepped off of the plane in Crete. Davey mentioned going straight to the safehouse. As much as that sounded good to TJ, he knew the wisest choice was to make Leila wait and wonder what was happening, and allow for him and Thompson to get some sleep.

As the morning sun kissed the picturesque island of Crete, TJ and Davey found themselves seated at an outdoor diner, nestled amidst quaint cobblestone streets. The aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the scent of Mediterranean herbs, creating an atmosphere of tantalizing indulgence. Both TJ and Davey were thrilled that Ana had brought fresh clothes to the airport so they had something clean to put on after the long day.

Their breakfast arrived--a decadent spread of Greek delicacies. Fluffy omelets bursting with feta cheese and sun-drenched tomatoes, accompanied by golden-brown spanakopita and crispy slices of baklava drizzled with honey. TJ savored each bite, the flavors dancing across his palate like a symphony of sensations.

After their satisfying meal, they embarked on their journey to the CIA Safehouse--a remote mountain villa. The rugged terrain unfolded before them, its untamed beauty a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings of their destination.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by the Agent that had trailed and apprehended Leila. A stoic figure whose steely gaze betrayed years of experience in the field. Davey thanked him for his work, then introduced Gray. Agent Jefferson was a man of few words. With a curt nod, he led them through winding corridors and hidden passageways, until they reached their destination--the heart of the Safehouse.

There, in a dimly lit cell, they found Leila--bound and secured, her once vibrant spirit now dimmed by the weight of her captivity. She wore a loose-fitting abaya, its fabric flowing gracefully around her slender frame, its rich black hue contrasting starkly against the muted colors of the cell. The intricate embroidery adorning the edges of the garment hinted at a craftsmanship passed down through generations, each delicate stitch a testament to the artistry of its creator.

Beneath the abaya, Leila wore a simple yet elegant ensemble--a long, flowing tunic paired with loose-fitting trousers, both crafted from fine cotton fabric. The tunic featured subtle patterns woven into the fabric, their intricate designs adding a touch of understated sophistication to her attire. Her trousers, though modest in appearance, bore the mark of skilled tailoring, their loose silhouette allowing for ease of movement even in the confines of her captivity.

TJ noticed that Leila wasn't shackled with normal prison shackles and cuffs. Instead, she was sitting in the middle of a full sized bed, with her legs spread wide and her ankles attached to a spreader bar. Her hands were secured by a rope, pulled lightly over her head to a pulley system in the ceiling. When the cell door opened Davey pushed in a stainless steel cart with many drawers and cabinets.

Leila looked at her captors, "Why am I here? What have I done?"

TJ smiled, "Where's my daughter?"

Reality slapped Leila harder than any physical abuse. Immediately she knew who he was. His eyes looked exactly like Parisia's?

TJ cleared his throat, his voice low and measured as he addressed their captive. "Leila," he began, his tone firm and measured, "we need to know where Fatima is. And we need to know now. I need to know where my daughter is."

Leila's lips tightened into a thin line, her jaw set with stubborn resolve as she met TJ's gaze with unflinching determination. "I told you, I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

TJ's frustration simmered beneath the surface, his mind racing as he struggled to find a way to break through Leila's defenses. He tried every negotiating trick he could think of, employing the techniques he had learned from all of his years.. But each attempt was met with the same stony silence, Leila's resolve unyielding in the face of his efforts.

Davey, growing increasingly impatient, leaned forward, his voice laced with a menacing edge. "You think you can play games with us, Leila?" he growled, his eyes narrowing with barely-contained anger. "Nobody knows you are here. Fatima thinks you are in Egypt with your family. Your family thinks you are still in Saudi Arabia. Think very carefully about how you want this to proceed. "

Leila's composure faltered for a moment, a flicker of fear flashing across her features before she quickly regained control. "I'm not playing games," she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. "I'm protecting my family. You don't know what she is capable of. I will do whatever I need to do to keep them safe."

TJ laughed, "Yemen, Scotland," as he spoke he took off his shirt and turned around to show the violent whipping scars that criss crossed his back, "Afghanistan. I know exactly what Fatima and her people are capable of."

Leila was shocked at the angry scars on Gray's back, "I have nothing more to say."

Davey's temper flared at her defiance, his patience wearing thin as he reached the end of his tether. "You want to play hardball, Leila?" he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls of the interrogation room. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, Davey's demeanor shifted, his façade of restraint crumbling away to reveal the steely resolve of a very seasoned CIA operative. He leaned in close to Leila, his breath hot against her ear as he issued a final warning. "You're going to tell us what we want to know, one way or another," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "And if you don't, well... let's just say you won't like the consequences."

Leila's eyes widened with fear at Davey's threat, her resolve crumbling in the face of his relentless determination. And as TJ and Davey continued their interrogation, their voices blending together in a cacophony of demands and threats, Leila knew that she was running out of time. But even as the weight of her captivity pressed down upon her, she remained steadfast in her refusal to betray those she loved. For Leila knew that no matter the cost, she would protect her family until her dying breath.

Davey walked to the steel cart and opened the drawers and pulled out a Sawzall, but instead of a blade it had a rubber dildo attached to it. He next pulled out a Hitachi Wand Vibrator. He carefully placed each item in the sight of Leila. Next came a bottle of lube, a jeweled butt plug, a pair of alligator clips attached by a chain, a ball gag and a blind fold.

Leila flinched, "You can't do that, I have rights."

TJ looked at Davey and played the good cop. He pointed to the door, "Go! We don't need to resort to that, give me 15 minutes with her." He walked to the pulley and lowered her arms while still leaving her shackled.

"Leila," he began, his voice soft yet tinged with authority, "I need you to listen to me. You're in a dangerous situation here, and I want to help you. But I need your cooperation."

Leila's gaze flickered with skepticism, her eyes narrowing as she regarded Gray with a mixture of defiance and suspicion. "Help me?" she echoed, her tone laced with bitterness. "You're the ones who put me here in the first place."

Gray's jaw tightened at her accusation, his mind racing as he searched for the right words to break through her defenses. "I know," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "And I'm sorry for that. But you have to understand, I'm just following orders."

Leila scoffed at his explanation, her disbelief palpable as she met Gray's gaze with a steely resolve. "Orders?" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "Is that supposed to justify what you're doing to me?"

Gray's expression softened, his eyes filled with genuine remorse as he reached out to her with a hand of empathy. "No," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I need you to understand that I'm not like him. I don't want to see you suffer."

Leila's composure wavered at Gray's words, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across her features before she quickly regained control. "I don't believe you," she shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. "You're just like the rest of them--cold, calculating, and heartless."

TJ laughed and then drew close with a completely changed demeanor. He kept the Egyptian beauty off guard by growling in her ear while gently rubbing her face, "Leila, you don't know just how heartless I can be. Your employer drugged me and raped me. You heard me right. She got pregnant because of what she did to me. That is my daughter you are caring for." The soft strokes changed as he grabbed her throat, "If I have to rape you to get my answers it only seems fair. Talk, now."

Leila stuck her chin out and threw her shoulders back. "Limp dicked infidel. Do what you must, we are done here."

TJ called out to Davey, "I tried, she's all yours."

Davey came in with a wicked smile on his face, "Undress her, string her up."

TJ looked at Leila, "Last chance."

The young Egyptian woman spit at him, "Infidel!"

TJ shrugged as he stood her up and moved her to the center of the room while again pulling her arms over her head with the pulley. He moved in front of her, "Good thing that we had pictures of you and have clothing here that you can wear after I shred these."

TJ put both of his hands at her neckline and tore, shredding the abaya from her slender frame. The tunic followed suit, exposing her tight abs, slender shoulders, and proud C cup tits. The pants were next and the lacy thong was likewise torn away. She tried to remain proud, but the cool cell caused her to shiver.

While Gray was doing his work, Davey was gathering his toys. He tossed TJ the blindfold and the ball gag that Gray quickly put in place. Davey walked slowly over to her, using heavy footsteps to heighten her senses to his presence. He gently caressed her ribs, then moved under her tits which caused her nipples to harden spontaneously. "You hid these well, Leila. I would have never guessed that you had these under your abaya. 34 D if I had to guess, and no scars so they are all yours. Impressive."

With the gag and blindfold as well as the spreader bars and the pulley system there was not a damn thing that Leila could do other than growl and drool. She hated that her nipples responded to his soft touch. The dusky rose nipples grew to the point of aching. Thompson laughed as he felt Leila push her tits into his hands, the shriek that she tried to push through the ball gag when he roughly slapped each tit before slapping the alligator clips on each raised nub would have echoed in the cell.

With her feet secured with the spreader bar Leila was wide open to whatever the two Americans had planned for her. She felt the cool metal of the butt plug and the cold lube push into her ass with a firm plop. She took 3 or 4 deep breaths to ease the pain of the stretch of her anal ring, but once it slipped inside it felt surprisingly okay.

Next came the dildo on the Sawzall. Davey looked at TJ, "I think I'll skip this one, it's a bit comical in its size, don't you think?"

TJ chuckled, "If you say so."

Davey shook his head, "I've heard rumors. There is no way you are that well hung."

TJ chuckled again, "If you say so."

Davey stepped up behind Leila, "Do you hear that? Your pussy is going to get destroyed by a huge white cock. Does that turn your tight little cock sleeve cunt on? You know you can stop this at any time. Just tell us what we want to know and you will be free to leave. All you have to do is nod your head." Davey laughed at her stubbornness as he reached to the table and grabbed a leather flog and with just a flick of the wrist brought the leather cords across the tight abs of his captive. Leila howled into the ball gag.

He whipped it right below her breasts on their undersides, expertly avoiding the dangling chain connecting the clamps, their vicious holds on her nipples only strengthening, yet hitting the links enough to make them ripple.

A searing pain shot through her being, and she could even feel herself screaming before the sound came out her mouth. Even though she was gagged tightly, an ear-splitting yell was heard. It was a desperate wail, and would chill any human to the core.

Once her pain and sobbing had subsided to a lower octave, Davey spoke again, "Most sluts find the pain gives way to pleasure. I wonder how many lashes it would take before I break you."

Davey nodded to TJ with a look that directed him to get the reciprocating saw with the dildo. Gray used lube but it wasn't necessary as the large rubber dildo slid into her pussy with no resistance. TJ laughed, "I think the drops on the floor tells us that she is enjoying this more than she cares to admit."

That was when Leila experienced the most pleasurable stimulation in her pussy. Maybe ever. The thick dildo was barely inserted when she heard the saw motor begin to hum. Agonizingly slowly the large toy slid just a couple of inches into her well lubed cunt