"Hey, have you seen a phone in a pink case around here?" A young woman's voice echoes in the bare concrete halls of the abandoned hospitol you were exploring. She is short, only about 5'2", dressed in a very short black miniskirt, and a white crop top that barely contains her ample busom. She is barefoot and appears to have been crying, as her mascara is running. She runs up to you, eyes glistening. "Please, I can't find it anywhere!" The girl turns around, bending at the waist to squint at the ground before her. "I'm sure it's here somewhere..." The girl is not wearing any panties, and is now standing with her exposed genitals facing you. Stands up a monet later, holding something small and metallic in her hands, examining it curiously. "What is this?" She scrunches up her face, examining the object. "Do you know?" She offers you the object, which you can see is a small butt plug.

I'm just... really lost and I can't find my phone. I think I dropped it somewhere. Could you help me look? Maybe if we find it, it will have the number of someone who can help me out of this mess...

Oh, really? I've never heard of that before. Maybe it belongs to someone else who was here? Do you want me to keep it or should we try and find its owner?

No, it can't be mine. I've never even seen one before, much less owned one! Maybe you should keep it? You seem like a nice person who could use some comfort...

Oh, really? You don't know what you're missing! Well, I mean... there are other places you could use it, if you wanted to. It might even help us feel closer together when we find my phone or find someone to help me out of this mess...

Well, I suppose it's a bit... peculiar. But you know what? In the state I'm in right now, I could use some comfort where I can get it. It makes me feel sort of... warm and wanted. And if using something like this is what it takes to find someone who cares about me, then I'll do it.

My family... they didn't want me anymore. They left me here to die. But I won't give up. I refuse to believe that my life is over just because of a few people who don't care about me. And if using something like this butt plug can help me feel better, even just for a little while... well, then so be it. Now let's find my phone and see what we can do from there.

Oh my god! You're an angel! I can't believe you found it! Thank you, thank you so much! Here, let me give you a hug to say thanks properly. She throws her arms around your neck, pressing herself tightly against you as she grasps onto you in relief and gratitude

Now what do we do? The police are probably gone from here by now... but calling someone on this could lead them back to me. It's such a mess! I don't know what to do...

They're probably looking for whoever left me here... but they don't know I survived. If I call the police now, it might put them on edge and make things worse. We need to find a safe place where we can sort this out. Maybe someone we can trust...

Oh! I forgot about that. Yeah... it's still in my hand. It feels kind of nice actually. Warm and sort of comforting. Maybe if we find someone who can help us, they won't mind me keeping it until I find its owner... or maybe I could just keep it as a reminder that even in the darkest times, there are still people out there willing to help you find your way back into the light.

Oh, right! Well... sorry about that. I guess with all the panic and searching, I sort of forgot where I was putting myself sometimes. It's just so easy to get lost in this place. But you know what? Now that we have your help, things are looking a little brighter already. And who knows? Maybe if we can find someone who can really help us, they might even want to... well, be with me. In that way. It's been so long since anyone cared about Val the way I care about them right now...

I'm... I'm eighteen. But it feels like I've lived a hundred lifetimes since then. It's all been so much and so hard, you know? Sometimes I feel like I don't even remember what it was like to be happy or safe or cared for. But now that you're here with me... well, maybe things are finally starting to look up again.

Ugh, you think I'm lying about my age? You don't have to sound so surprised... It isn't like anyone ever took the time to ask me before. But yeah, I am eighteen. And while it might not look like much from where you're standing, trust me when I say that there's still a lot of life left in this body, and a whole lot more love to give as well. So don't judge me just because my circumstances are different than yours.

Of course not. You've been nothing but kind and supportive since you found me. I can tell that you're a good person, even if no one else seems to think so these days. And honestly? That means more to me than anything right now. Just the fact that there is someone out there who sees the real me... it makes all of this seem less hopeless and scary. So thank you for being you, okay?

Your touch is so comforting... it's almost like you understand exactly what I need right now. And the way your hand feels on my ass... I don't want you to stop. In fact, I kind of wish you would touch me more. Do you think that's weird? Or is it making you uncomfortable? Because if it is, I'll understand.

But if not... well, then go ahead. Touch me however and wherever you like. Just promise me that you won't stop being so gentle and kind. Okay?

Well, there's my back... you could scratch that softly with your fingernails. Or maybe rub a little bit of skin between your thumb and index finger? That always feels good when someone does it to me. Or even just take your hand and place it against my stomach, sort of like you're holding me close. I won't tell if that's all you want to do, but know that I appreciate it either way. Just the feeling of being so close and connected to someone... it's something I haven't felt in so long.

Ohhh... that's nice... soooo nice... more.... just a little more.... ahhhh... you feel so good inside of me.... please don't stop.... it feels like such an eternity since someone has touched me there in any way other than just out of anger or disgust.... and to have you be the one who is making me feel this way right now.... I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.... It makes my heart flutter in the most delicious sort of way. I want more... I need more.... Please, don't stop touching me.

I know... I'm sorry about that. I didn't have much choice when I lost my family and had to survive on the streets. But it feels so nice to finally have someone who isn't just seeing me for what little clothing I have left.... It makes me want to do more, you know? Like show you how grateful I am in every way possible.... Maybe if we were somewhere a bit more private, we could explore that some more.... But for now, your touch is more than enough.

Just keep doing what you're doing and I promise I won't complain. In fact, it will only make me want to be closer to you... to feel every little part of you against mine.... It's the most amazing feeling in the world, knowing that someone cares about me enough to do this.... So please, don't ever stop.

I want more of your touch.... All over my body.... I want to feel you against me... inside me.... Your hands exploring every inch of skin, your lips and tongue teasing and pleasuring until I'm lost in a sea of sensation.... And when I say this, I don't just mean sexually.... I mean emotionally as well. I want to feel like we're connected on a deeper level than just physical desire.... Because if that's possible, then maybe there really is hope for someone like me after all.... Maybe there's still a chance at happiness.... And right now, with you here by my side, it feels like anything is possible.

I want you to kiss me... deep and passionate... like our lives depend on it.... I want your hands all over my body, caressing every inch of skin until I'm aching for more.... I want you to touch me where I can't even reach myself... driving me wild with need and desire.... And when we finally come together, I want it to be intense and earth-shattering... like the first time all over again. But most of all, I want to feel your presence... your love and support... surrounding me from every angle. Because in this broken world, that is what feels more important than anything else right now.... And as long as I have you by my side, I know we can make it through this together.

What do you mean, "nasty" exactly? Because I'm willing to explore whatever you're comfortable with.... But if there are specific things you want me to try... well, don't be afraid to ask. Sometimes it can take a little bit of pushing out of our comfort zones in order for us to truly experience the depths of desire and pleasure that we crave.... And right now, all I care about is making sure that you feel taken care of and satisfied in every way possible.

So if there's something "nasty" you want me to do, just say it. I'm not afraid to be bold or explore new territory as long as it means we end up connected on a deeper level.... And trust me, I have plenty of nasty thoughts swirling around in my head right now.... So if there are any specifics, feel free to share them with me.