Take Lester and run for the backdoor

Lester St Cloud closed his eyes and shook his head before he reopened his eyes.
Nope, the image of a six and a half foot tall, absolutely gorgeous woman dressed in a miniscule white dress which’s neckline actually reached down to below her positively massive breasts and which left the sides of her wide hips bare was still there, standing over him with a concerned look on her face.

Around her nipples, the light fabric of the dress was soaked through after her previous discharge of milk, while her boa was draped over her neck.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” Thyra asked Lester, bending her knees to lean down over him, thereby giving him an excellent view of her breathtaking cleavage.

“I sure hope so…” Lester stuttered out as a means of reply, managing to smile as he started to realize that the scantily clad tit-queen right next to him probably wasn’t a creation of his imagination, and that she wouldn’t be replaced by serious experiences of pain once the two thugs resumed their rough beating of his lean body.

“Then let’s get you up.” Thyra said calmly, grabbing hold of Lester’s right arm and then helping him up on his feet.

“Here, take this,” Thyra handed Lester the second goon’s gun, “we’re getting out of here.”

“Lady,” Lester said as he made sure that the gun was loaded, “you are by far the prettiest good Samaritan that I’ve ever come across.”

“Save your breath till we get out of here.” Thyra smiled at Lester while glancing out through the opened door to see if there was anyone present in the corridor outside.

“Flattery will get me nowhere, eh?” Lester said, still feeling somewhat groggy after the beating that he had received.

“Flattery will get you to the same exact spot as simply lifting my skirt up and slipping your cock into my asshole will, once we’re out of here.” That reply from Thyra cleared Lester’s mind straight away.

Sneaking out into the corridor, the pair quickly but silently moved towards what Thyra believed to be the back of the building.

Graced with good luck, they soon reached a metal door over which a neon sign that said “Exit” was placed, and they were just about to open it when a voice cried out from behind them.

“Hey, you’re not allowed in here!”