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The Brothel Ch. 01

By: sherryjones



This work is my own and not to be republished without my permission.

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THE BAR

"Come on, Gwen, it'll be fun."

"It's Wednesday." I have a test to study for tomorrow and a presentation on Friday to prepare for.

"And we don't have class until one tomorrow. It's a slow night. That's why they make it such a big deal. Ladies night. The first two drinks are on the house. Last week there were guys all over the place and they couldn't wait to buy us drinks either. Heather and Lisa are going too. It'll be fun. Come on... please." You'd think guys were the only important thing in the world. Gwen sighed more in resignation and Gina smiled in satisfaction. "Heather is calling for a cab to meet us down front of the dorm at eight. I'll come get you a couple minutes before. Don't forget your sister's ID."

Nora's ID was in Gwen's graduation card along with a note. "Put it to good use." Even though there was four years difference in their ages and Nora had two kids, they could pass for twins. Gwen had never been challenged. 

At 7:50 Gwen surveyed the results of her efforts in the full-length mirror on the door. Tonight she wore makeup, but it was rare for her, and it failed to hide her natural beauty and vitality. She had her father's dark hair, skin and eyes, and tanned without even trying. The other three girls, she was sure, would be far less modest, but the mini skirt she had borrowed from Gina was more revealing than she was used to wearing. She had her hair pulled up in a playful bun and earrings, Gina's again, that dangled almost to her shoulders. She wore a spaghetti strap tank covered by a sheer blouse and her long legs were perfectly set off by the skirt. She was glad her mother couldn't see her now. Not that her mother would have expected anything more from her anyway.

Her mother. Her mother was a throw back from another era. She didn't even work. Prim and proper. Never wore jeans. Never went out without makeup and her hair done. PTA, church, social clubs, hospital volunteer. The house and yard were clean and well kept. The meals were fixed on time. Proper etiquette was observed. She maintained the perfect façade. It wasn't until Gwen was thirteen though, that she realized there was something missing. That was when her sister, then seventeen, got pregnant and was kicked out of the house. Then she realized how little interaction she had with her father or her mother and how much she relied on Nora. 

Nora's boyfriend was twenty-six and she moved in with him. Gwen visited after school, before Nora went to her waitressing job, but as much as Gwen needed Nora, she was uncomfortable around Kevin. He couldn't keep his hands off Nora even while Gwen was around. She wondered if she was becoming her mother. She wondered if her mother even allowed her father to touch her when no one was looking.

Kevin left when the baby was two months old. Gwen helped Nora out babysitting while she worked, but when Nora started staying out all night with different guys Gwen told her she would have to find another babysitter. Nora was pregnant again just before her nineteenth birthday. She drank as a younger teenager, but now she was drinking fairly heavily and though she didn't do drugs in front of Gwen, she knew Nora was involved with them too. Nora didn't want to become their mother. Gwen knew she wanted more in a relationship than her parents had, but she also didn't want to become like Nora. Still Nora had been there for Gwen when she needed her.

And Gwen had definitely needed her. Even now it was a rare day that she didn't think of Brian.

Gwen opened the door at Gina's knock, grabbed her purse and locked her room. "The make-up looks good! You ready for some fun!"

Gwen smiled, "I am!" Once she had decided to go, she hit the books in earnest so that she wouldn't feel quite so guilty about partying on a weeknight. Now she could let herself have a reward for all her hard work, knowing that she was prepared for the next day.

They joined Heather and Lisa in the cab. She didn't know Heather well, but Gwen liked Lisa. She had a great sense of humor and an honesty about herself that was refreshing. She was her own person and if people liked her for who she was, fine. If not, she wouldn't change to suit them. Gwen admired that trait because she frequently found herself giving in to others in order to feel accepted by them. Like tonight. She had only given in because of Gina's persistence. By the time they got to the club she was feeling considerably more light-hearted. 

The second look the bouncer gave her when she showed him her sister's ID was a full body appraisal. He smiled approvingly and she smiled back. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. They chose a high table and settled themselves on the stools. A waiter came to take their drink order.

"That's two bahama mama's, a coke and rum, and a daiquiri." Gwen got the same appraising look from the waiter. "Mmmm-mmm! We are going to be cooking tonight!" Lisa laughed as he walked away.

They barely finished their drinks and ordered seconds when Lisa and Gwen were asked to dance. 

Gwen's partner said his name was Mike. Blonde and cute, but he tried to put his hands all over her. She parried his advances glad it was a fast dance.

The waiter nodded to a tall Italian standing in the corner as he carried his tray with the order on the counter. The Italian followed him casually to the bar and leaned against it. "The rum and coke. Did you see her dancing with Mike?" 

"I already had her picked out."

"She needs a little loosening up, but she's got some moves on the dance floor. I would love to see that one in the contest." 

The waiter pretended not to notice as the Italian added powder to the rum and coke. The Italian pulled up a stool to the girls' table just before the waiter delivered their second round. He was strikingly handsome. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Heather was ready to roll, "Do you like to dance?"

"I love to dance. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure!"

Gwen and Gina watched them on the floor. He was graceful and a masterful leader. He placed his hand on Heather's hip and gradually it moved lower as she responded. They ended the dance close together smiling, eye to eye. He took her hand and led her back to the table.

"And are there any other takers?"

Gina jumped up and turned around smiling as he took her hand and led her to the floor. Gwen was having more fun than she thought she would. She turned around in surprise as someone else asked her to dance. She was on the floor before she realized it and moving to the music. 

When the music ended the Italian was behind her. He touched her lightly on the small of her back and she turned. He was smiling down at her. "Would you care to dance?" She nodded. "My name is Dominique, by the way. Dom."

"I'm Gwen."

"You are a very beautiful woman Gwen. You aren't Italian are you?"

She laughed, "I'm from the Nebraska cornfields. Little Caesars is about as Italian as we get."

"Nebraska. So what brings you to the big city?"

"Running away. Or running to. I wanted adventure. I wanted to be in a place where everyone doesn't know my business. I'm a student at Hudson. Are you from New York?"

"Born and raised. I know every nook and cranny. Even some places that natives don't know exist."

"Are you a student too?"

"No. I work."

"Doing what?"

He gestured nonchalantly indicating the room. "I work here and in other places. I contract for certain goods and services for my clients."

"It sounds vague and mysterious."

"It is mysterious. And adventurous. It is very rarely boring."

Gwen was beginning to think there was more rum than coke in the rum and coke. Her head was buzzing, but it was a pleasant sensation. The song was slow. Dominique was holding her close and she didn't even mind that his hand was straying lower and lower. He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed him back. 

Dominique returned her to the table and took Lisa on the floor. He said he liked to make sure everyone got a chance to dance. Gwen and Gina worked on their second drink.

"What do you think of him?"

Gwen smiled. "He's a flirt... and nothing but trouble, but he's smooth and the best looking guy here."

"I saw you kissing him."

"Just flirting back. He's gorgeous."

"Would you go home with him?"

Gwen smiled, "No!" But she wasn't so sure. She wasn't into hooking up, but it had been a long time. She had only dated one guy since she had been at Hudson, but once they slept together he didn't want anything more to do with her. It was apparent that he viewed her only as a conquest and all the old pain had resurfaced with a vengeance. Since then she had sworn off men. She talked to them, smiled at them, but she wouldn't place herself in a position to be hurt. And she wouldn't have sex casually. She loved it if the feelings were right, but she didn't need it that badly. 

She had finished most of her drink when he came and asked her to dance again. The music was fast and she let herself go, moving with the rhythm. Dominique smiled at her and took her hand. She followed his lead easily. Near the end of the song he let go of her hand and then just stood still admiring her moves. She came to him as the song ended and leaned into him as he put his arm around the small of her back. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so happy. 

"So what did you do for fun in Nebraska?"

"The usual. Slop the pigs, milk the cows."

"You lived on a farm then?"

"For a little over a year I did."

"It doesn't sound very exciting."

"We had a pond we could swim in."

"A pond."

"A pond... and a lot of privacy. Stars in a huge sky that wasn't washed out by city lights. Frogs croaking. Crickets chirping. Imagination."

"Did you have a boyfriend there?" Gwen looked at him and he saw her mood shift and the pain that flashed in her eyes before she could mask it. He put his other arm around her waist and looked into her eyes as a slow song started. "Shhh, don't say anything." He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her against his chest. He held her close swaying with the music. She slipped one arm around his waist and curled the other against his chest and sank into him. It frustrated her that those emotions were still so close to the surface, yet she was strangely comforted by his perceptiveness. She closed her eyes and listened to the beat of his heart and felt his warmth. When the song was over she looked up at him and he cradled her chin in his hand and kissed her gently on the mouth. She responded slipping her arms around his neck and pressing against him. They were still kissing as the next song began with a raging percussive beat. She smiled at him and he gestured at the floor. Gwen really cut loose this time. She couldn't believe how happy she felt.

When the song was over the DJ got on the mike, "Did everybody like that?"

The crowd screamed.

"Is this a party, or what?"

The crowd screamed again. Gwen had turned to watch the DJ and Dominique cradled her to him as she leaned back against him.

"Who's ready for the wet t-shirt contest?"

The crowd screamed with male voices continuing to chant.

"I can't hear you! Who's ready for the wet t-shirt contest?"

Gwen almost wanted to cover her ears the crowd was so loud.

"Well, we have six girls signed up. Is that enough? Come on up here girls!"

Gwen watched as girls began walking up onto the stage. Guys were clapping and whooping. Dominique began leading her over to the table. Gina was already there with Mike.

"I say, is that enough, or do we have any more nominations from the floor?"

Mike yelled, pointing to all four of them, "Right here! Right here!" The crowd went wild encouraging them. The DJ spoke into the mike. "We have four lovely ladies nominated at the table over there. What does everyone think? That would make it an even ten." The noise was deafening. "Come on, ladies, don't forget, the winner gets $500!"

Gwen spun into Dominique's arms as the other three consulted with each other. They were all in agreement. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. "I think you should! I know, for one, I would love to see you in a wet t-shirt. It sounds like everyone else would too. It would be fun!" He kissed her again and her body responded almost instinctively. He felt her need and ran his fingers up the side of her ribcage. She picked up her drink and downed it before kissing him again.

Gina was pulling on her arm, "Come on Gwen! Live a little! What can it hurt? It'll be fun!" Gwen allowed herself to be pulled along. 

The ten girls were led into another room where they were given waivers to sign, 'just routine acknowledgement that you are doing this of your own choice and not being forced into it by anyone else' and a bio to fill out. Then they were each given a t-shirt and a temporary tattoo number and left in the room to change. Gwen couldn't believe she was smiling. The t-shirt ended an inch above her belly button but it wasn't too revealing dry. It was almost like starched gauze. It couldn't be too bad wet. She couldn't believe how good she was feeling. It was just like it used to be. The others were laughing and egging each other on as they dipped their tattoos in a bowl of water and then put them on their arms. Two of the girls were kissing each other. Another was fondling herself so her nipples would stand out. Gina elbowed her, "What do you think? Are you ready for this?" 

Lisa laughed, "Ready or not, here we go! I am so hot! I can't believe we are doing this! You remember last week?"

Gwen was surprised, "They did this last week too?"

"Every Wednesday! That's why there's so many guys! We just watched last week, but Heather and I wanted to do it this week. We were hoping you would too, but we were afraid you wouldn't come if we told you. Whoever wants to be a judge puts a $20 bill in the pot with their name on it and then they draw ten names. They go in order of the draw and pick which girl they want to wet down."

Some of the girls squealed as the DJ stuck his head through the door. "Everybody ready?" Some of the girls yelled that they were. "Come on then. Line up shoulder to shoulder and remember to keep your hands behind your thighs. They're ready for you! Make sure you stand up straight and show them what you've got!"

Gwen's heart was pounding as she followed the others up the two steps onto the stage next to the DJ. She was standing between Heather and Gina. The crowd was yelling and clapping as they came out and lined up.

The DJ picked up an ice bucket from the console. "All right! And the first judge is... Dominique Vituro. Come show us who you think is the most lovely lady!" 

Gwen didn't think her heart could pound any harder until he walked directly up to her and stood looking down on her smiling. "You were my pick from the moment you walked in." He put his hand on her waist as she looked up at him.

"Does this mean I have to be first? Before all the others?"

He nodded. "Are you brave enough? You are the most beautiful, I'm pretty sure... I will check first just to be certain. I won't let them see you until you are ready... Would you like a kiss for luck?"

She nodded and reached her arms around his neck bending into him. She hardly heard the crowd and the catcalls. He took his time with her and then took her hand and backed away. They watched each other as he reached back blindly and was handed a pitcher.

"Are you ready?" She nodded and held her chin up as he poured the water across her shoulders and breasts. It was cool and she knew what it would do to her. Someone took the pitcher from Dominique and he broke her gaze to look down at her breasts. He breathed in deeply and his eyes rolled slightly as he sighed. Then she felt his thumbs on her nipples. "Look at them, Gwen... Look how beautiful they are!" She looked down to find that the material of the t-shirt when wet stretched and clung to every tiny contour and was almost clear. She found herself perfectly revealed, as though she had no blouse on at all. She gasped and watched Dominique's thumbs work little circles on her nipples and then looked up at him again. "They are beautiful, aren't they?" She half closed her eyes from the feel of his thumbs. Her heart was pounding like a drum. It had been so long since she had felt like this. "Are you ready now?" She nodded in a daze and he took her hand and led her in front of the others to a spot center stage. The crowd was screaming and it was all for her. She leaned back in his arms and he cradled her as he had done on the dance floor only this time he bent down and began to nibble on her neck. She tilted her head to allow him better access and felt his fingers entwine with hers behind her back. She nodded slightly as he whispered into her ear, "Are you feeling good?" She felt his breath tickle her ear. There were layers of sound outside the feelings. His voice was the most prominent even though the others were louder. She could barely hear the screaming and cheering on the periphery. "This is your chance to win them over... you are out here all by yourself... I know you're feeling hot. Work the crowd.... " She opened her eyes and the other voices came in along with an overwhelming need. She felt Dominique's fingers squeeze her hands as her body writhed. She made eye contact with whoever would look at her and smiled. "Make as many of them as you can feel like it is just you and them in the room." The DJ waited for the crowd to calm down before drawing another name and all that time she was alone in front of them.

When all ten contestants were lined up Gwen was separated from her friends. She could see that Gina felt as giddy as she did. All the judges did the same as Dominique and were holding the girls' hands behind them.

The DJ spoke again, "Now we pick the five lucky judges for the kissing contest. Who's it going to be?" The DJ pulled five more bills out of the ice bucket and five more guys stood in front of alternating girls. "Twenty seconds each, boys. Hands have to stay above the waist... Lips too. Sorry about that. When you're done, you'll each pick your two favorites. The top seven stay.

Gwen watched as the first of her judges approached her. She thought Dominique would drop her hands, but he kept them clasped in his and she allowed it. She smiled in anticipation as the judge approached her. He was probably a college student - most of them were - in his early twenties and hungry. She responded more than she expected as he began to fondle her and French kiss. She moaned and leaned into him, spreading her legs as his thigh came between. She vaguely heard a buzzer sound, but the guy had to pull away from her. She sagged back into Dominique feeling his lips and tongue behind her ear. She couldn't stop writhing and tried to turn to kiss him, but he tightened his grasp. "Don't forget. You want to win. Look at yourself and then show them how badly you want them." She nodded and, need burning, turned to make eye contact with the onlookers. She saw that they were reaching out toward her and moved to tease them. She watched the couple next to her while she waited. It was Mike and she couldn't believe that she had objected to his advances when he danced with her earlier. She sighed in relief as the buzzer sounded and Mike approached her with a grin. Dominique was still holding her hands and Mike was staring at her.

"I think you definitely picked a winner tonight, Dom."

Gwen begged, "Please!" He placed his thumbs on her nipples as Dominique had and she writhed with pleasure under his touch. Dom and Mike moved her in front of the line and turned her sideways so the crowd could see. Both pressed into her, Mike fondling her and then kissing her breasts, Dominique moved his hips to her fingers and she tried to fondle him, but he held himself just out of her grasp so that the crowd could see that she wanted him as she craned toward Mike to kiss him. When the buzzer sounded again Dominique released her hands and she hugged Mike to her French kissing him, desperate for relief. He shook his head as he reluctantly pulled away from her. 


The Brothel Ch. 01



Gwen turned to Dominique and this time he let her slip her arms around him, kissing him. She felt his hand raise the back of her miniskirt and hold it to the small of her back. She heard hooting and shouting as she worked her hips in hopeless circles. All she had on was a thong.

While she was kissing the fourth guy she felt Dominique slip his fingers under her skirt and under the thong at the back of her waist. A moment later she felt it snap and then snap again as he cut it off her. She backed against him again as the buzzer sounded. The crowd cheered loudly as he held up his trophy. He slipped his arm around her waist and spread his thumb and fingers wide to stroke both of her nipples. His thigh came between her legs and she straddled it rubbing.

"You seem to have lost something."

"I see that. What are you planning on doing with it?"

He paused thinking, "I don't know. I guess it depends on how playful you are."

"I am feeling so very playful."

"I can see that, and so can they." He indicated the crowd with his chin and she smiled. "In that case, then, while you are kissing the next judge, if you are brave enough, cross your wrists behind you."

Gwen did as she was asked and felt the passion surge through her as she surrendered to both the judge and Dominique as he tied her hands firmly behind her back with the thong. The last judge kissed her well past the buzzer and she wished he would never stop. Finally Dominique pulled her gently away and she backed into him as she reluctantly watched the kissing judge move on to the girl next to her. She felt another surge of passion as she looked down first at her breasts and then the rest of her revealed as Dom raised the front of her skirt to the crowd. Again his thigh worked between her legs and she had no desire to stop him as he reached a finger into her cunt. The crowd and Gwen were going wild.

Dom stopped only when the buzzer sounded again. This time he allowed her to fondle him as she backed to him and he was hard as a rock. Sensual music started as the kissing judges approached the DJ with their votes. Dom's hips swayed to the music as she played with him. He put his palms on her waist and stroked her nipples again with his thumbs. Fortunately Gwen didn't want to stop him because she tested the thong and she was bound fast. She groaned helplessly with desire.

She was the last of the seven remaining contestants named and the crowd was going wild cheering for her. As each of them stepped forward a flash went off as a digital shot was taken of each remaining contestant. Heather was one of the three who were led away to change. The music continued for a few moments as a small area was cordoned off in front of the stage. Reluctantly the crowd moved back, but they were jostling for the front positions. The music cut out as the DJ spoke, "The next portion of the competition is the free dance. Ladies take a look at the screen behind me. Everyone turned to look as a large picture of Gwen was flashed on the screen. She grinned self-consciously as the crowd erupted. "When the music starts all of you are to dance on the stage. When your picture is on the screen I'll call out your name. You may then move down into the roped off area to be 'closer' to the audience. When someone else's picture comes up you can return to the stage. Everyone ready?" The crowd erupted. "I can't hear you! I say, everyone ready?" The crowd went wild and the music started. The judges moved off the stage to give the girls room to dance. Gwen danced her way to Gina.

"Gwen! Your hands are tied! Are you okay?"

"I am more than okay! I'm so glad you dragged me up here!"

"When he first brought you up to the front I thought you might chicken out."

"He's so hot."

They turned to look at the screen as the DJ spoke, "Number 3 is a student at Hudson. Lisa! Come down, if you dare!"

Gina screamed, "Go Lisa!" They paused to watch as Lisa went off stage.

"So I guess you'd go home with him then?"

"I'd go anywhere with him! I'd do anything he asked!"

Gwen watched as the guys at the edge of the ropes were reaching for Lisa. She turned and looked at the picture of Lisa on the screen. When the next girl was called Lisa came and joined them on the stage. She was flushed with passion.

"Gwen! What was going on with you? I could hear the yelling, but I couldn't see anything!"

"Dom cut my thong off and raised my skirt!"

Lisa looked at her in question.

"I wanted to come right there in front of everyone!"

"Gwen! I never would have believed it of you. We were afraid you would think we were too wild. We never thought you would get into this."

The DJ called another girl down.

"If you're interested, Gwen, the girl who won last week was doing some girl-on-girl stuff. I'm up for it if you are."

At first Gwen was shocked and Lisa noticed.

"Only for this, Gwen, I'm not a queer. It would give one of us a better chance of winning."

The more Gwen thought about it, the hotter she got.

"After they call my name."

"You sure you're up for it?"

"Yeah! What could I do to stop you anyway, with my hands tied?"

Again the DJ spoke, "Number 6! Another student from Hudson! Give it up! Give it ALL up for Gwen!" 

Gwen smiled as she went down the stairs. She knew how to move to please them. At first she stayed just out of reach tantalizing them. They were screaming and reaching for her. The music changed suddenly to a fast Latin number and she turned to find Dom behind her. She didn't even know where he came from. She smiled and played off him. She could allow him to touch her without fear of being dragged into the crowd. They danced facing each other and she felt that familiar jolt as he flicked at her breasts. The crowd was deafening as he flipped the front of her skirt up repeatedly and then pulled her to him and pulled up the back of her skirt as she rolled her hips. They stopped and looked into one another's eyes for a moment and then Dom put his hands behind his back and kissed her.

"Would you like me to guard you while you let them touch you?" She kissed him again in response and smiled. He made the familiar gesture with his hand and she moved to the edge of the crowd. She continued dancing within reach and watched the hands as they touched her body and pulled up her skirt. Some offered her drinks and one she drank with help while hands passed longingly over her and in between her legs. Some pulled her to them and she responded knowing that if it got out of hand, Dom would step in. For the second time that night she was so close to the edge that she thought she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Fortunately, or not, another picture was flashed on the screen and she reluctantly returned to the stage. Lisa was waiting when she got there.

"You ready?"

Gwen nodded smiling and Lisa pulled her close and they frenched. Gwen couldn't believe the rise it provoked in both her and the audience. And then Lisa began fondling her and she thought her legs would collapse with desire.

"Can you suck on me?"

Gwen nodded hoping that Lisa wasn't too concerned by the fire in her eyes. As she bent to Lisa's breasts Lisa pulled up on Gwen's skirt and again she flashed the crowd. She didn't care. She didn't care at all. Her need was far too strong by then. She felt Lisa's hands on her behind. Lisa was beautiful. She didn't even hear when Gina got called down to the floor. The next thing she knew Dom was gently pulling her away from Lisa and they were lining up at the front of the stage again. She grinned at Lisa and saw that she was panting too. 

She was staring at Lisa's breasts when she realized Dom was whispering in her ear again. "I'm going to cut your hands free. You'll need them for the next part of the competition. There will only be four of you after this round."

"What if I don't make it?"

"I don't think you have to worry about that. You and your friend will easily make the next cut."

"Can you leave them tied until just before? I don't need them now, do I?"

"All right then, if you like."

"Can you pull my skirt up again? Just for me?" She was twisting to look at him and he leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss.

"Once now, and then again when the time is right."

Again her legs almost collapsed with the rush of feeling as she watched him pull up the front of her skirt. She tried to make eye contact with the crowd, but they weren't looking at her eyes. She reached back and began to stroke Dom's cock. He grasped both her thighs and pulled them apart as he pressed himself against her from behind. If he just didn't have his pants on. He quit as the DJ chided him, "Dom. You know the rules." He lowered her skirt reluctantly and then smoothed it down several times, still working his fingers through the material. "Dom, hands above the waist." He nodded reluctantly and then put his palms on her stomach again and began stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

The DJ turned to the crowd. "All right now. It's time for another cut. This time you all are the judges. I have right here technology to measure the volume of your appreciation. When the contestant's picture comes up on the big screen you can clap, scream, yell or otherwise show your approval. The four girls with the loudest responses will continue on."

Gwen was afraid that she wouldn't make it when she heard the responses for the other girls. Dom had positioned her in the middle of the stage and the DJ was on their right. Just before her picture appeared on the screen she felt his left hand slip under her skirt and reach between her legs. When her picture appeared he held her skirt up again and she couldn't help but move. That was all it took. She knew she had the loudest response of all. This time the DJ just smiled pretending to study the noise meter. Dom took his time and the crowd never died down until he lowered her skirt again.

Lisa and Gwen remained along with one of the lesbians and the girl who had been fondling herself in the dressing room. Gina waved and gave them a thumbs up as she was escorted with the others to get dressed. Gwen caught a glimpse of Heather in the back of the room as Dom cut the thong off her wrists. She turned to him and jumped on him straddling his waist. He frenched her and fondled her crotch as he raised her skirt again.

"Take off your pants. I want you to take off your pants."

"Oh, no. I don't think so."

"Please. Why not?"

"I don't want to do anything that would take the attention away from you. I want you to win."

"Then take my clothes off!"

"Now? In front of everyone?"

Gwen nodded. She was still straddling him.

"We can later if you want."

"Here?"

"Wherever you like, when you win."

"Do you think I will?"

"I know you will. You are the sexiest one here."

"And I can take my clothes off then?"

"We can ask the crowd. I'm sure no one will object."

"Then I hope I win." She kissed him again and slipped to the floor as the DJ drew five more names for judges in the next round. Gwen looked back at Dom. "What do we do in the next round?"

"I think you'll like it."

"You know I will."

"You get to suck on their cocks."

Gwen grinned mischievously. "All of them?"

Dom smiled in return. "Yes."

"Until they come?"

"It is timed. If they come, they come."

"I hope they're hot."

"They will be blindfolded."

"I wish it was you."

"Later... if you're still up to it."

"I want you more than anything."

"Me too."

Gwen turned and saw that two of the waiters were holding a long tablecloth across the stage. The judges were putting on blindfolds and taking off their pants and lining up behind the tablecloth. She turned to look at the DJ as he explained, "Girls. You have five minutes to do whatever you like to get the judges riled up before the competition begins. When the buzzer sounds, go to your knees on one of the ex's marked on the floor and get to work. You just stay where you are and the next judge will come to you. We have tongue depressors with your names on them. Give them to the judge when the ending buzzer sounds. They will put them in order of preference. Judges ready?"

They nodded. Gwen stood on the second ex after the DJ gave her her tongue depressors. The second and fourth and fifth came while she was working on them. The fourth was screaming as she hugged his thighs close. After they counted up the votes she and Lisa were the only ones left. Gwen kissed her and fondled Lisa's breasts for the crowd.

Dom and Lisa's first judge came back up with them as the stage cleared. 

Dom leaned into her ear, "This is it. The last round."

"What do we do now?"

"This round is a lap dance. Have you done it before?" He began to unbutton his shirt to the waist. Lisa's judge, John, Mike and I will be the judges. Start with Mike and then John, then come to me."

Gwen nodded. "What can I do?"

"Anything you like. Mike likes breasts. I don't know about John. Ask him."

"And what pleases you?"

"You please me. Surprise me."

Three chairs were set up on the stage facing each other about five feet apart. Dom sat in the chair to the front of the stage with his back to the crowd. The chair was slightly off center and he had turned it slightly so they could see the girls play. The other two chairs were facing the audience at an angle and pulled far enough to either side that Dom's chair wouldn't block the view. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms as the music started so that he wouldn't be a distraction. Gwen had already gone over to Mike to begin working on him. She straddled his legs and sat down with her arms around his neck loosely. He smiled and shook his head in disbelief as he looked at her breasts. She straightened to give him a better view.

"This isn't the same girl I first asked to dance tonight."

"Which do you like better?"

"Definitely this one."

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe how much fun it is."

"There aren't very many who are as adventurous as you. You wouldn't consider going home with me tonight, would you?"

"Dom should get first chance, but if he wants to do a threesome or isn't interested, I will definitely take you up on it. I would do anything you asked right now."

"Anything?"

Gwen smiled.

"Take your clothes off."

"Dom says I can if I win."

"You want to here, on stage?"

"Unless there's a better place."

Mike pointed above them and she notice that a large mirror that had been shrouded before was now revealed. It was pointed so that the people in the back of the audience could see what was going on below. "This is the best place." Gwen frenched him and then straightened so he could caress her breasts as the music began. She stood and put her hands on his shoulders and bent toward him. She felt his hand slip between her thighs and his thumb working her cunt. She closed her eyes in pleasure and kissed him again, then swinging her hips back and forth sat down slowly and lifted her arms and crossed them behind her head and stretched, offering her breasts to him. She bent back as he put his hands on her back and leaned toward her to suck on them. She felt as he ran his hands under the t-shirt and sighed helplessly. When she sat up again he brought his hands around front and fondled while she stood partially and pumped up and down. She slipped her hands inside his shirt and began doing the same to him. Abruptly she stood up and he looked at her in a daze as she walked behind him. He leaned back with his eyes closed as she began to nibble on his neck sliding her hands down the front of his shirt. 

"Is it hard?" She nuzzled him and he groaned as she blew in his ear. "Is it hard for me?" He nodded. "You're not supposed to go below the waist, but it doesn't say anything about me now does it?" He swallowed. "If you get it out, you won't regret it."

"You get it out." He was gasping for breath. She sucked hard on his neck and then came back and straddled his legs again. He put his hands back on her breasts as she quickly undid his pants. "Get it out and play with it, but don't let me come inside." She didn't understand, but did as he asked. She slid forward and covered it with her skirt and straightened back up again rocking gently back and forth rubbing it with her cunt. He was groaning with pleasure when she slid back off him. She refastened his pants just as the buzzer was sounding and then moved on to John.

The first words out of John's mouth were, "I would have picked you first if you hadn't already been taken.

When the lap dance was over all three had chosen Gwen. Lisa went out with John. Dom poured another pitcher of water over Gwen and then kissed her. He had already spoken to the DJ.

"Gwen has a request as the winner of tonight's competition. She says she's so hot she can't stand it. She's hoping you won't object if she takes her t-shirt off." The crowd screamed at her to take it off and so she pulled off her t-shirt and another jolt of emotion went through her as Dom took hold of her and slowly licked and sucked on each nipple and then kissed her again. She was arching her back into him as he ran his thumbs over them over and over.

"Did that help Gwen, or are you still hot? If you're still hot, give Dom another kiss and maybe he'll help you take off that skirt." The crowd screamed as she kissed him again, and she felt his hands slide down her waist and unzip her skirt. A moment later it was gone and she convulsed in anticipation. 

Dom held her for a moment longer and then looked down on her as he had earlier that evening. "I think you are brave enough. Are you ready?" She nodded smiling and he turned her toward the crowd as they screamed. Dom knelt in front of her and she looked down and spread her legs slightly as he began licking her cunt. 

After less than a minute she couldn't stand it any more. She sat down cross-legged in front of him, "Get someone to hold my arms down." She lay down in front of him and spread her legs with her knees raised and put her arms above her head. Mike grabbed one and someone grabbed the other. It felt like jolts of electricity were going through her as she felt Dom begin to suck on her. Others held her legs too and pulled them farther apart. Mike and the other guy were each working on a breast and she watched it all going on in the mirror. She groaned in sweet agony as she began to come. Waves were rolling over and crashing all around her and still they kept coming and coming. Dom never quit through it all. It had never been that good before. 

They released her, but she lay there still as small waves continued to wash over her. Dom moved away smiling and invited others to move in on her. She kept her legs spread and enjoyed watching them doing whatever they wanted. For some reason he wouldn't allow anyone to have straight sex with her, but she didn't care. She came again and yet again. 

Finally she stood as Dom took her by the hand. He took the blindfolds that had been used earlier. Mike grabbed her skirt and they led her through the press of the crowd each holding one of her hands. She felt herself become aroused yet again as the people they passed brushed against her and touched her. Dom stopped her twice and they held her hands away from her sides as people gathered around moving against her. She just smiled in a mellow daze. Dom and Mike led her into a bare cubicle with a folded futon and pillows in the corner. She smiled as Dom and Mike tied a blindfold around each of her wrists and submitted willingly as they stretched them out spread eagle and tied them to rings set in concrete in the wall above her head. She just watched as they bent down and began fastening what looked like dog collars just above her knees. The collars had chains and again she calmly submitted as they stretched the chains and clipped them to bolts coming from the wall. She could still easily stand, but she couldn't put her legs together and began to feel those pleasurable waves coming back even stronger. "Is it all right if we put the blindfold on?"




The Brothel Ch. 01



"You might have to bring me again." 

Dom smiled at Mike. "If we have to, we have to."

Gwen nodded and Dom stuck his tongue deep in her mouth for a moment before he blindfolded her. She groaned as he stroked her nipples. She heard the door open and it was quiet a minute. "Dom?"

"I'm still here but the door is wide open. Mike went to get a camera. Is that okay?"

Gwen nodded. The door closed a minute later. 

"This is Gwen. Gwen, we're filming now, is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Even though you're naked it's okay that we are filming you?"

"Yes."

"Is it okay with you that you are tied up?"

"I wanted to be tied up."

"What would you like us to do with the film?"

"Whatever you want."

"We could use it on the internet. Would that be okay with you?"

"Yes." She writhed.

"What would you like us to do with you while we are filming?"

"I'll do anything you ask. You can do anything you want as long as you take me again."

"Would you suck us off?"

"I want to."

"Then I'm going to take off my clothes. Would you like to watch?"

"Yes."

She felt him caress her nipples again and then he kissed her as he removed the blindfold. She looked at him in confusion. Both he and Mike had black masks like Zorro that came down their noses and had holes in the eyes. They were tied at the back of their necks so that they covered their hair completely. Mike had the camera trained on her. "Say hello to the camera Gwen." She smiled and then turned to watch Dom as the camera watched him undress. His physique was superb and the sight of him aroused her even more. The muscles in her groin were throbbing. He approached and rubbed himself against her. She felt him beginning to swell. 

"I wish I could touch you. To please you."

"Your vulnerability pleases me. I like it when you are helpless like this. I can do anything I want to you and you can't do anything to stop me." He continued to rub himself against her and rub her nipples. As he got harder he pushed against her cunt, but kept slipping by. She kept trying to open up, but he never went in. He smiled because he was teasing her.

"Please! Please come inside me."

"I want to go in your mouth."

"Please, then! You're driving me insane!" Her hips were working in circles again trying to guide him in. She groaned as he pulled away.

"Insanity and desperation turn me on as well, Gwen. Enjoy those feelings and submit to them. Submit to me." She calmed slightly and groaned. He continued rubbing his organ against her and stroking her as he talked, "Tell me about your sexual experience. How many men have you been with? Before tonight, that is?"

"My boyfriend in Nebraska... and I slept with one college student once."

"You've never taken your clothes off in front of a group before?"

"No."

"Have you ever been tied up before?"

"Yes. My boyfriend did it and I would tie myself up for him."

"You like being tied up."

"Yes."

"Did you like taking your clothes off in front of everyone?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to do that again?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't want to do that while you were going with your boyfriend?"

"I would do whatever he wanted, but I didn't want anyone else to see me."

"Did he ever ask you to let others see you?"

"No, but sometimes he left me naked where they might."

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, as long as we didn't get caught."

"Why do you think it was different tonight? That you were turned on by showing yourself off?"

"I don't know. Maybe the drinks. I don't usually drink. Maybe because it isn't a small town where everyone would know."

"Did you ever use drugs?"

"He had marijuana a few times. I took a few drags. Maybe half a joint each time."

"Did you like it?"

"It made me cough. It made me queasy. Please.... " She looked down at him rubbing against her and then into his eyes begging. He smiled at her and frenched her. It didn't help at all and she strained against the bonds.

"Let me hear you beg."

"I am begging you, Dom. Please. Please help me. You're driving me wild."

He smiled and continued to tease her. "You came for a long time tonight. Is it always like that?"

"No. That was the best ever. It was good before, but never like that."

"Would you like to try again?"

"Please. You know I would."

Dom turned to Mike, "What do you think?" Gwen looked in confusion as Mike handed the camera to Dom and he trained it on him while he undressed. Mike approached her and Dom filmed as he began licking her nipples. Gwen groaned and dropped her hips so the weight was on her hands. Mike pulled a chair in front of her and stood on it. He held his organ just out of reach and she strained to reach it even with the tip of her tongue. She was groaning with frustration when he finally brought it in reach and she pulled it into her mouth. Mike smiled and spread his arms out bracing himself against the wall watching her as he moved himself slowly in and out of her mouth. Gwen seemed almost relieved as she took him all in so willingly. He pulled it almost all the way out and she worked the tip groaning with desire. She felt it throb and he let her suck it in all the way. She was sucking on it like a baby bottle when Mike came screaming. His legs almost collapsed, but he pulled it out again and she played with the tip until he dropped off the chair and pressed his body against hers trying to catch his breath. She smiled at him when he pulled away and then kissed him, pulling his tongue into her mouth. Mike backed away against the wall still trying to catch his breath and Dom approached her.

"It's your turn now, Gwen. Is it all right if I blindfold you again?"

Gwen nodded. Dom scanned her with the camera and then squatted down in front of her and filmed her cunt as she writhed helplessly.

"Please, Dom. Please hurry."

He smiled and stood, handing the camera back to Mike and she leaned her head forward as he blindfolded her. She heard the door open and close while he was working on her and then felt cooler hands caressing her. She knew someone else had come into the room, but she didn't care. The touch was deft and experienced. She felt more than two hands and she was being stroked everywhere at once. She arched her back and exhaled as someone sucked on her nipple. She heard Dom's voice from across the room. "Allow yourself to enjoy it all Gwen." She groaned with pleasure as she felt a tongue on her cunt. Another was still sucking and playing with her breast. Fingers were tracing up and down the underside of her arm and across her stomach and playing with her other nipple. Others were running up and down the inside of her thighs. She moved her hips forward to offer herself over. Dom removed the blindfold, but she didn't want to open her eyes. She rolled her head back resting it against the wall. "Look Gwen. Look at what's being done to you."

She looked then and saw that it was the two lesbians from the contest. They were both naked and pulled back smiling as she jerked back in surprise and looked at Dom. The girls kept smiling at her admiring her nakedness. She was pulling against the restraints now, but there was nothing she could do. Dom came so close to her he was touching her. He put his hand on her stomach and she looked up at him. His voice was a whisper. "You played with Lisa on stage."

"That was different. I know her."

Dom turned and presented the girls. "Gwen, I'd like you to meet Charley and Cary. Charley and Cary, this is Gwen." He looked back at her. "Now you know them."

"But I know Lisa wouldn't try anything later. She's not a lesbian."

"Well, neither are Charley and Cary. They like both men and women. You remember that you promised to do what I wanted?"

Gwen nodded uncertainly. 

"This is what I would like. I know you were turned on by what they were doing to you. You liked it didn't you?"

Gwen nodded again. 

"I would like for you to submit yourself to them like you were when the blindfold was on. I would like for you to let them do whatever they would like to you and I would like for you to lose yourself in passion. Watching you do that would please me. Can you do that for me?"

Gwen nodded after only slight hesitation.

"There is nothing you can do anyway. You are completely helpless." He smiled and kissed her and then backed away.

At first she tried to resist and tried to struggle against the bonds, but her body responded in spite of her reservations and soon she gave herself over. The girls were good and took her to the edge countless times and then pulled back to prolong her pleasure. She was screaming when she came and hanging helpless when they were done. Still they touched her and waves of pleasure kept pulsing through her. She felt it off in the distance as someone began undoing her legs, but she kept them spread until Cary finally pulled away. The girls untied her wrists and she hugged and kissed Cary and then offered herself to Charley as she knelt in front of her. Cary had her from behind and was stroking her nipples. She closed her eyes and groaned and came again. 

When she opened her eyes she saw that Dom had unfolded the futon. Charley lay down and beckoned to Gwen. There was no more hesitation as she and Cary joined her on the futon. Gwen followed their lead and did whatever they quietly suggested as they taught her. Charley had come for Gwen and she was playing with Cary when Dom stopped them abruptly. He pulled Gwen up and handed Charley a blindfold. "Tie her hands again. Tight this time." Gwen put her hands behind her back and let Charley tie them as Dom reached for another blindfold. "Tie her elbows close together." He watched as she was made fast. She came at him and he crushed her to him kissing her, pulling on her thighs, but not entering her. Again she tried to position herself so that he would, but he only moved just outside of her between her thighs. He picked her up and she twined her legs around his waist kissing him. She could feel hands working on Dom's cock and then tickling her. Again she tried desperately to position herself for him to enter, but he wouldn't. Finally he put her slowly down rubbing himself against her in the process. He held her in front of him and they exchanged a look. "Do you trust me Gwen?" She nodded watching him. "You promised you would do anything I asked?" She nodded watching him again. "I want you to suck on me now, and while you are sucking on me I want to put one of the blindfolds around your neck. I'll tighten it, but I promise I won't hurt you. Do you believe me?"

She studied his eyes for a moment before she nodded.

"Kneel."

Gwen dropped to her knees. She watched his penis hungrily and then glanced at him waiting to be invited. He just watched her waiting until she leaned tentatively forward and tasted just the tip. He closed his eyes and sighed as she continued to play with him gently. Cary and Charley moved to his sides and he put his arms around their shoulders as they began stroking his torso front and back. She wished she could stroke him with her hands, but they were bound fast. She pulled him into her mouth and he groaned as he pulled himself out. They played their game of tug-of-war over and over until she had to smile. She looked at him again and saw that he was dazed. Now she could return some of the teasing. He groaned, wanting her to suck him back inside, but instead she licked underneath his sack. Charley and Cary helped support him as he bent and spread his legs. She kept playing, running her tongue from behind his scrotum up the length of his cock. It was throbbing now and he gasped as she played with the tip. She saw he was smiling and began the tug-of-war again. Suddenly she increased her suction and he froze. She backed off and he pulled away and she did it again. His legs started to collapse and he inched closer to her letting the girls support him as he exhaled. He held perfectly still so that she could work her magic. Time stood still as he tried in vain for a short time to prolong the pleasure. He groaned again just before he ejaculated. She kept sucking on him until he finally pulled away and then she played with the tip until he stepped back. 

Then he did something Mike had never seen him do before. He dropped to his knees in front of her and looked deep into her eyes. They watched each other for at least a minute as though each wondered who the other really was and then Gwen smiled. What surprised Mike was that the smile was self-conscious. After all she had done that night, now she was self-conscious under Dom's scrutiny as though something even more intimate had been exchanged in those moments. Dom took her face in his hands and touched his forehead to hers. Mike didn't know Gwen, but he knew Dom had been with countless other women and he had never seen him respond like this before. Dom gave her one last almost sweet kiss and then stood to help her up. She leaned her head against his chest and Dom cradled her to him. The girls and Mike waited while Dom cradled her until she looked up at him and smiled again.

"You didn't use the blindfold."

"Hmm?"

"On my neck. You didn't use the blindfold."

"I guess I forgot."

"You can do it now if you like."

"Would you like to try?"

Gwen nodded. Dom turned her and untied the blindfold from her elbows and led her back to where she had been tied against the wall. There were two other rings she hadn't noticed before that were the height of her neck. He backed her between them and put the blindfold all the way around her neck crossing it behind and looped it through the rings. He pulled on the ends gently for a few moments and then released. Gwen smiled. "Can you tie my legs back again?"

Dom smiled, "Are you begging again?"

Gwen nodded.

"Aren't you ever going to get enough?"

"Please, Dom. Please tie my legs."

He nodded. "If you like." He looked over his shoulder and the girls put the restraints back and hooked them in place. He smiled at her as he tightened the noose, tighter this time and for a little longer. The girls moved in and began stroking her again as she writhed. The next time Dom strangled her she began to struggle, but she almost came and she was breathing hard. Dom kissed her and she arched her back as he stroked her nipples. Charley dropped to her knees in front of her and began sucking as Dom tightened the binding again. She struggled again and Charley let him know she was coming. Gwen's eyes grew big and she held perfectly still, then closed her eyes as she went. Dom let go of the blindfold and caught her as she collapsed against him.

When she recovered he led her naked down the hall to the room where they had changed. Lisa was waiting for her there with her head on the table. She looked like she got hold of more than alcohol. Gwen turned and kissed Dom who handed her her skirt and then located her blouses. "If I give you my phone number, will you call me?"

"You can be sure I will call on you very soon." 

Reluctantly she put on her clothes and Dom pulled her close for another kiss. Mike stood close behind her and she pushed her bottom toward him as he raised her skirt. She felt a sharp pinch, but barely jumped. She turned around and he smiled at her. "Just an affectionate pinch." Dom walked them out of the building and flagged down a cab. Heather and Gina had already gone home. The cab driver opened her door and Dom gave her one last lingering kiss. She climbed into the cab and he leaned over looking in as the cab driver got in his seat. 

Dom smiled and touched her cheek. "See you soon."

She nodded as he closed the door. As the cab driver pulled away from the curb she heard the locks click. Lisa leaned against her snoring softly and again Gwen smiled. This was definitely a night to be remembered.



The Brothel Ch. 02



*** This work is my own and may not be reprinted without permission.

THE PRO

Gantry was trolling for another mark. 

The first was a young hooker new to the streets. He offered her twenty dollars for a blowjob in a junkyard not far away. She was nervous and not experienced. A runaway, she said. She'd come to the city with a bus ticket and sixty dollars in tips she'd saved. She'd only been there a month and was working for herself. He could tell because she was standing off by herself hugging herself against the chill. He could tell the other girls had run her out of their territory. She climbed into the front seat of his van and he drove to the designated spot. He made her undress completely in the back of his van before he had her take him. It pleased him that he humiliated her. If it weren't so cold he would have made her do it outside. She had the body of a child. Her chest was flat. She had little pubic hair. When she finished he pushed the tazer against her back and then gave her an injection. He was out the back door before the shock wore off. After twenty minutes of driving the drug took effect and she stopped pounding on the panel separating the back from the front of the vehicle. Naïve.

The second mark was a young junkie sitting cross-legged against the fence at Washington Square Park. He asked her if she turned tricks for drugs. She didn't even see the other girl unconscious on the floor until he had the door closed in the back of the van. He offered her the makings and watched her shoot up. Desperate.

The third was a little more difficult. Gantry had to follow him for a while because he wasn't alone. He didn't want the mark's companions to see his vehicle. Not that it would make much difference. A non-descript white van. No markings, no windows in the back. The tags were stolen and he changed them after every harvest. But the fewer mistakes the better. Mistakes were what caught you in traps. Traps like Miss Naïve and Miss Desperate were caught in now. 

This one was young too. The younger the better. The bosses paid him a cut of the profits and the longer they could work, the more money he would make. He took the risks and the bosses were willing to pay well for his silence. They expected silence even if he were caught. But he hadn't been caught. He just had to keep it that way.

Finally the mark said goodnight to his two companions and was walking alone presumably to his home. He had just come from a party of some sort and was under the influence. He was giggling to himself as Gantry pulled into the next alley. He got out of the van and leaned against it pulling out a cigarette as the mark approached. He was probably nineteen, but not college material. Tall and lanky, dark hair.

Gantry lit his cigarette. "You wouldn't happen to have the time would you?"

The mark smiled. "A little after two."

"You want a lift?"

"Thanks. Maybe I will."

That was easier than Gantry thought. In the front seat of the van he pretended to offer him a smoke, but it was the tazer again and the guy never had a chance. What kind of idiot would take a ride from a stranger after midnight in New York?" Invincible.

The fourth he wasn't planning on, but she was begging. She looked like she had been beaten and she was flagging him down in the street with her blouse torn and a bloody nose. She couldn't wait to get in the van. He promised her a ride to the police department. Serendipitous.

And now he was looking for one more. One last mark before he met the taxi man. He went through one of the red light districts. There were so many and he knew them all. He was looking for someone who was standing far enough off that no one could describe him. He parked the van a little way off and stood outside it with the hood of his jacket drawn up. Finally a girl approached him. Well, girl was a loose description. This one was mid forties with a blond wig. She was "buxom" and at risk of spilling out of the costume she was wearing. She had obviously lived hard and looked older than her age from close up.

"You got an itch you need scratched?"

"Maybe. How much?"

"Twenty for a blowjob."

"I got a young girl for that the other day."

"Old girls know more about pleasing than young girls do."

"I don't have twenty."

"How much you got?"

"Ten."

"Damn." She looked over her shoulder at the other girls down the block and then turned back to him. 

"Okay, but right here. I'm not going anywhere else for ten bucks."

He shrugged. "Back of my van?"

"Alright."

He backed into the van first and she followed him in. Tazer. Injection. Should have known better.

He climbed into the front of the van and pulled onto the now quiet street. Not even three hours work and he had kidnapped five people. Maybe two would be missed. Maybe the police would be looking hard for one of them. Twenty minutes later he pulled into a parking lot near Fulton Street. A taxi was waiting and followed him into an empty warehouse. The cab driver was already pulling an unconscious girl from the back seat of the car by the time he got the back door of the van unlocked. A tall blond whose head was lolling to the side. He helped put her in the van and then went with the driver to unload the other girl. Miniskirt and no underwear. She looked like a college student. He took hold of her knees and spread her legs to carry her. He knew better than to do anything other than look at her before bringing her in even though he considered it. That one would go for a high price. Reluctantly he loaded her into the back of the van and secured the door.

"I got discs too. I'll get 'em."

He watched the driver go back to his car. They knew each other only by sight. No names. It was better that way. He just got a call on a prepaid cell telling him when to meet and he would show up. The taxi was like his van. It was purchased used from a hack and looked like one of the business cabs. The ID number and tags were changed after every harvest as well. The driver returned with several CD cases and a manilla envelope and handed them to Gantry. 

Forty-five minutes later he made a phone call on the prepaid cell and then backed the van through a rolling garage door into the last bay in a storage facility that rented out space. It was adjacent to a warehouse next to the Hudson River that stored and distributed liquor. The bay he backed into had boxes stacked up against both walls. The back wall looked solid, but once the exterior door was closed he pushed a series of buttons on a keypad on his visor and it lifted back to reveal a ramp into a lengthy concrete tunnel. He backed through and closed the second door and backed to yet another door then waited until that door was opened for him only moments later. He backed through the last door and shut the vehicle off as that door also rolled shut. There were fluorescent lights and multiple cameras in the ceiling of the cubicle he now found himself in. He heard the magnetic locks release on the double doors as he approached the back of the van. He opened the van doors as the double doors opened and a male in street clothes entered. Gantry knew him as Joseph, but he knew it wasn't his real name. No one knew anyone's real name here. This was not the real world. Joseph nodded to him and together they carried the seven unconscious people through the double doors and into another room off to the side. The room had ten cots and multiple cameras. The lighting was low. The floor was concrete. The walls were cinderblock painted white. They deposited the people on the cots and Gantry followed Joseph into an adjoining room. Gantry hadn't seen a room in the place that didn't have multiple cameras and magnetic locks on heavy steel doors.

*************

Julia was shuffling papers in a small office when Joseph pecked on the door and entered. "The first one is waking up. Are you ready for me to bring her?" Julia didn't even look up from her paperwork. 

"Yes, Joseph."

It was Serendipitous with her torn blouse. She was awake but disoriented as Joseph led her in and invited her to sit in a chair across from Julia. Joseph introduced Julia. "This is Detective Becker. Detective Becker this is Stephanie Chase. She wants to report an assault." Joseph left the room and Julia smiled.

"Tell me what happened, Stephanie."

Stephanie looked around her, confused as to why she would be asleep on a cot. "How did I get here?"

"A citizen brought you in, but you must have passed out while you were waiting. We waited for you to wake up again. Who was it that assaulted you?"

"My... my friend's brother. His name is Andrew McCarthy."

"Was he your boyfriend?"

"No. He wanted to date me, but I said no. He was giving us a ride but he was drunk and almost got in a wreck. I got out of the vehicle because I was mad at him and he followed me and grabbed me by the wrist. He wanted to drag me back to the car, but I struggled against him and he punched me in the face. He hit me in my ribs and stomach too. I finally broke away from him, but he tore my blouse. I just flagged down the first vehicle I saw... a white van. I don't even remember how I got here."

"Are you willing to press charges against Mr. McCarthy?"

"Yes."

"You will have to write a statement now and meet with a magistrate to take out warrants against him. You would have to testify in court against him. Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes... He's tried to force himself on me before and he beats my friend too. She's afraid of him."

"All right then. I'll need to have Officer Bruce take pictures of your bruises for evidence. Will you be okay with that?"

Stephanie studied her for a moment and then nodded slowly. Julia stood and opened the door and Joseph appeared.

"She says she is willing to testify and press charges. Take her into the other interview room and have her write out a statement and then she has agreed to let you take pictures of her bruises for evidence." Joseph nodded.

*****************

Gwen was in the pleasant land between sleep and waking. She was standing in the middle of a long deserted stretch of road bordered on both sides by endless fields of corn. It was dark with a quarter moon waning and she watched as headlights approached. It was a dark three quarter ton pickup with a toolbox across the back. A working man's truck. The driver rolled his window down as he pulled up alongside her.

"Can I help you?"

"My boyfriend and I just had an argument... he made me get out of the car. You wouldn't be able to give me a ride, would you?" She felt her heart race in anticipation as the driver studied her.

"I might be able to help you out." He made no further invitation.

"Could I have a ride?"

"I don't know. Do you have money?"

She looked up and down the road. It could be hours before another car came by. "All I have is the clothes on my back."

The driver studied her and then slowly smiled. "Then in return I'd like for you to take off all your clothes."

Gwen gasped in shock. "Here?"

The driver made no response and didn't even smile. She looked up and down the road again and deflated. She removed her clothes and handed them through the window.

Then the driver smiled. "Everything. Your underwear and shoes too."

She looked up and down the road again and then took everything off and handed it to him. "Can I get in now?"

"When I come back, if you want a ride, you'd better be in the middle of the road waiting. No hiding in the corn fields."

She nodded as she watched the truck pull away and take the next turn and drive out of sight. She was still in the middle of the road fifteen minutes later as headlights approached from the other direction. She could tell it was a truck, but no more than that. Everyone in Nebraska farm country drove a truck. She tried to cover herself hoping. The driver stopped short of her and she was still blinded by the headlights as the door opened and he got out. She sighed in relief and went to the passenger door. It was locked. She watched as he locked her clothes in the toolbox. He motioned with his head and slowly she approached him on the driver's side of the vehicle. She saw in the overhead light of the cab that he was holding a digital camera. She was still covering herself and he smiled again.

"Just what would you do for a ride?"

She shrugged her shoulders and waited for him to speak again.

"Will you pose for me?"

She shrugged again.

"I would hate to have to leave you out here with no clothes." 

She exhaled to gather courage and then nodded agreement. 

He closed the door to the truck and locked it, putting the keys in his pocket. "Lean back against the truck with your hands behind your back." 

She complied slowly and he took a number of full shots with the flash. He took her to the front of the truck and took full shots of her in the headlights and then had her turn away from him and touch her toes with her legs spread. He kissed her on the lips when she came back toward him, but didn't touch her. Her heart was racing by then. Back at the side of the truck away from the road he had her face the truck with her arms resting up on the side of the bed. He took a full profile from the back and then one from the side that showed all but her nipple. He was showing her the results of his shots when she realized headlights were approaching from her side of the vehicle. He whispered as she panicked. He had to have known the vehicle was approaching for some time. "Don't move. Stay exactly where you are. The headlights are shining in his eyes." She froze as the vehicle pulled alongside theirs in the road. Her heart jumped even further in her throat as she realized it was a deputy's vehicle. 

"Evening officer." The driver's voice was even and calm with a hint of a smile in it.

"Evening. Everything okay here? You're not broke down are you?"

"No. Everything is fine. We were just out enjoying the warm weather and watching the stars." Gwen nodded dumbly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. 

"All right, then. Don't keep that young lady out too late."

"I won't sir. You have a good night."

Gwen exhaled slowly as the deputy began pulling away.

"Don't move." The driver stepped behind her and to her other side leaving her fully exposed once again to the deputy's vehicle.

"Please."

"Don't... Don't move a muscle. If you don't move, you won't attract his attention."

She held perfectly still with her heart racing and feeling every nerve in her skin exposed and naked. She felt a thrill as he touched her nipple and ran his hand over her as the deputy's vehicle grew smaller in the distance. Finally she flew into his arms kissing him. He caught her and laughed as she jumped and straddled his waist. He set her on the tailgate and she spread her legs as he took a number of pictures.

"Can I have a ride now?" She smiled seductively.

He pulled back and smiled. "Not just yet."

"Why not?"

He smiled and unlocked the vehicle. He tossed the camera in the cab and came back to her with a Ziploc bag. She looked at the contents and then hugged him and kissed him again. He had to push her away and her eyes were filled with desire as she offered him her wrist. He pulled a piece of twine from the bag. He wrapped it three times around her wrist and she put both hands behind her back as he wrapped it three times around the other wrist. He ran the left over ends of the twine around her waist and tied them securely in front of her. He knew her well enough to know she would do anything he asked now. She stood still as a statue as he touched her breasts and worked his thumbs in circles on her nipples. She was tanned dark and had no tan lines. They had spent hours at the pond that summer. She groaned softly in expectation and he kissed her deeply. He loved the anticipation. He pulled her buttocks toward him as she moved against him. She allowed herself to be led back into the headlights and watched him as he pulled the last item from the Ziploc bag. It was a pair of swimming goggles, but these he had painted black on the inside. She would be left completely blinded. She writhed in anticipation as he put them on her. He left her then and she thought he was going to drive away, but when he came back she could smell the sharp aroma of marijuana. She felt it touch her lips and took a slow, but deep hit. She resisted the urge to cough and kept the smoke in her mouth as he had shown her before. It was only the second time she had smoked. It made her queasy, but strangely euphoric. He kissed her and she exhaled slowly into his mouth. He let her take another hit and she held it as long as she could as he ran his hands across her body and between her legs.

"Stay in the road again. Stay in the middle of the road. When I come back kneel down and open your mouth." She smiled and he held her close.

"What if someone else comes first?"

"Then they will have a treat." He kissed her again and she heard his boots on the sand in the road as he walked back to the truck. She tried to memorize the sound of the engine as he drove away, but it was non-distinct. It would offer her no help. Her heart was pounding like a drum. She couldn't see anything. Time slowed as the pot began to work through her. The feeling of euphoria increased. It seemed like forever before she heard the sound of an engine approaching again. Her heart began beating faster, but she stood still waiting. She faced the sound and spread her legs. She hoped it was Brian, but there wasn't anything she could do if it wasn't. The vehicle stopped in front of her. She heard a door open and close and then a second door open and close. That made her heart jump. She smelled alcohol and turned to run, but she found herself held fast in a bear hug. Slowly she was released and she turned. Someone grabbed her breast and exhaled, then grabbed the other roughly. She sank to her knees in the headlights. She heard the rasp of a zipper and a belt being undone. The smell of alcohol was strong. She knew Brian rarely drank. Still she hoped it was him. She found the tip of his stiffened organ at her mouth and took it in. Then he groaned and she knew. She didn't even feel the asphalt under her knees as she pleasured him until he couldn't hold back any longer.

When she finished he helped her stand and the familiarity of his touch returned. He stuck his tongue far into her mouth. She could still taste the joint and feel its effects. He cut the engine on the truck and led her to the tailgate laying her back on it. She spread her legs for him again raising her feet to the edge of the tailgate and felt his tongue slip into her and over every private inch. He slipped his arms under and around her thighs to pull them even farther apart. She moaned in pleasure just before she came. He kept at her even after the waves stopped crashing and she made no move to stop him. After some time he pulled her to the edge of the tailgate again and she felt the tip of his organ moving against her. She arched her back as he played with her breasts and then entered her. She raised her knees and could smell him and feel the dampness of his skin against hers as his hips moved in rhythm while he continued to fondle her. Her hips moved against his until he came again. 

After he recovered she heard him fasten his pants and then felt the edge of his pocketknife on her stomach as he cut the twine. Still she was helpless and he had to work to release her rolling her slightly from side to side and working the twine from her wrists. Then he lay beside her and she removed the goggles and snuggled into him. They lay like that for close to an hour watching the stars in the dark night sky and whispering quietly to one another.

******************

Joseph took the yellow legal pad from Stephanie and set it to the side with the pen on top of it.

"Detective Becker told you we need to take pictures?"




The Brothel Ch. 02



Stephanie nodded close to tears.

"I'll make it as easy as I possibly can."

The interview room had a mirror/window common in police departments. It was painted cinderblock as Detective Becker's office had been. Metal table and utilitarian chairs. There was a filing cabinet in the corner. Joseph opened the top drawer and took out a digital camera. He returned and took a head shot and then a profile of her bruised cheek. 

"You'll have to take your blouse off."

Stephanie nodded and turned her back as she removed her blouse. She had no bra on. She held the blouse crumpled in front of her as she turned. 

"Can you back up against the wall?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she backed up and bumped blindly against the wall. Joseph approached her and stood just in front of her and then touched her chin.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard. I may have to take several pictures. Just wait a minute if you need to and then lower your blouse when you're ready. You can close your eyes if it helps."

Joseph backed away and then after sighing, Stephanie lowered her blouse. He snapped as many photos as he could before she brought it up again.

"Is it enough?"

"Probably. Put your blouse back on and I will see if I can find something else for you to put on and make sure the pictures show the bruises."

She nodded smiling wanly.

************

Julia was watching the monitors when Joseph entered.

"Well, that wasn't too difficult now, was it?"

Joseph smiled and looked over her shoulder at the screen showing the interview room. The girl was sitting straight facing the camera with her hands in her lap waiting for him to bring her another blouse. 

"Let me see the pictures."

Julia studied the pictures of the girl. They were good enough for their purpose. In a few days they were sure to get better pictures.

"Wake the pro up next."

*************

Julia was back at her desk when Joseph brought the pro in. Julia indicated that he should stay and he closed the door and leaned back against the wall nearby. She gestured to the chair and the pro took a seat. She was looking much worse for the wear, disheveled, with make-up smeared. She sat splay-legged and unconcerned. She was still groggy from the shot she had been given.

"Where am I?"

"You don't remember being arrested?"

"Arrested? This isn't like any police station I've ever seen. Where am I?"

"You're right. I'll tell you where you are. You are in a whorehouse."

"A whorehouse?"

"It is your new home. There is no escape."

"No escape?" She repeated everything, not comprehending. She would comprehend soon enough.

"No escape. Joseph will show you around in a little while so that you can see for yourself."

"I got a kid."

"I'm sure your child will do fine in the foster care system."

"But she's mine! She's all I got! She needs me!"

Julia studied her silently for a moment.

"How long have you been working the streets?"

"What?"

"How long have you been accepting money or goods for sex?"

"Ten years maybe."

Julia laughed incredulously. "Try again."

"Since I was sixteen. My mom kicked me out of the house when I got pregnant and my boyfriend dumped me. I had a miscarriage, but I refused to go back."

"And you're how old now? The truth please."

"Forty-two."

"How old is your daughter?"

"Eleven. Please... you have to let me go."

Again there was a silent pause. "Does she know what you do?"

The pro shook her head in disgust. "No! She thinks I'm a cocktail waitress. No!"

"Do you use drugs?"

"No..."

"Drink?"

"Yes."

"Are we going to have to detox you?"

"I won't get anything to drink?"

"We'll see how things go. If you're an alcoholic, no. If you aren't, we might consider it as a reward. How often do you get checked for STD's?"

"Every six months unless I have symptoms."

"What are you willing to do?"

"It depends on how much the john is willing to pay."

"Bondage?"

"If he's not too weird."

"Girl-on-girl."

"Yeah."

"Torture."

"Not on purpose."

"Have you been beaten up?"

"Hasn't everybody?"

Julia acknowledged. "But you don't like it."

The pro shook her head studying Julia.

"As I said, there is no escape. You will come to see that as Joseph shows you around. You will not be paid. You are our prisoner, but there are rewards for good behavior. Your tricks will definitely be better. The sooner you accept things as they are and realize it is to your benefit to cooperate the easier it will be for you." Julia studied the expressions that crossed her face. "Take your clothes off."

The pro glanced from her to Joseph and back again. Julia gestured and waited. The pro stood and disrobed. Her eyes never left Julia's face. Julia got up from the chair behind the desk and approached her. She didn't meet the pro's gaze, but studied her body. She ran her hand over the pro's breast and nipple. She walked around her looking her up and down. She was merely checking out a new horse for the stable.

"Put your hands on the desk please and spread your legs."

The pro did as she was asked and Julia studied her. She was a good sixty pounds overweight and had rolls of flesh across her stomach, back and inside her thighs.

"Give her the complete tour Joseph. Then turn her over to Christopher for processing. What is your name?"

"My street name is Bonnie."

"And your real name?"

"Pamela Ward."

"We'll call you Bonnie for now."

The pro stooped to pick up her clothes, but stood again as Julia spoke.

"You won't need those anymore. When you go through processing people may ask you to do things. Whatever they ask, do it. They will all report to me. Take her away Joseph."

**********

Julia was watching the DVD of Gwen at the bar when Joseph returned. He watched over her shoulder for a moment.

"How did she like the tour?"

"She was very impressed. I think she will be extremely cooperative. I explained to her that we would only have a limited market for her. She said she would be willing to teach others what she knows."

"I want her on a diet. She could be beautiful if she lost weight. Did you see her eyes?"

Joseph remained silent.

"I know. She's not your type. Look at this girl. Have you watched these?"

"No."

"She has no inhibition."

"Dominique slipped Ecstasy in her drink."

"Adam comes tonight. If she doesn't wake before, get her up around two and we'll make sure she gets some food in her and is feeling well. We'll let him help you with her lingerie shoot."

"There's another one stirring."

"So there is. I'll be here."

Joseph nodded and a few moments later he led a girl into her office. They all had that dazed expression at first, then blank disbelief and shock followed by any number of emotions. Eventually they all came to accept being there, though. Her methods of persuasion were very effective. 

Julia gestured to the chair and the girl sat down.

"Name?"

"Lori Burke."

"Len says you turn tricks for drugs. How long have you been using?"

"Since I was fifteen. Four years."

"Have you been on the street all that time?"

"No. They sent me to rehab a couple times. My parents. The last time I ran away. I tried to go back to them, but they said I had to get my life together first. They said I couldn't live with them if I was using. I've been on the street for a year and a half."

"Do you make your tricks use condoms?"

Lori shook her head. "Sometimes. Sometimes I'm too out of it. What is this place?"

"When was the last time you were tested for STD's?"

Lori shrugged.

"You haven't been tested since rehab, have you?"

"No. What is this place?"

"It's rehab."

Lori's eyes widened in fear, "I have to agree. I didn't agree to this!"

"Unfortunately this time it is compelled. You were taken before a magistrate last night. She could see that you were far beyond the capability to help yourself and so you have been committed. We are here to help you. We'll kick this together."

Lori just looked at her.

"I know it won't be easy. I think by your reaction that the reason you are doing the drugs is to escape from something even worse that was going on in your life. We can get someone to talk to you who will be able to help you. Then maybe you will want to conquer this."

"I don't want to though. I feel sick when I can't get the drugs. I don't like feeling strung out. And I always go back. Even when I get off them, I can't stay away."

Julia approached her and pulled another chair close. She took the girl's arm and examined the tracks. 

"I know it's not easy. I'm not saying it is, but look at what you have become. Do you like what you have become?"

Lori broke down in tears and Julia took her hand and watched her for a moment. She knew most of it was because she was afraid.

"We won't leave you alone. We'll assign someone to be by your side constantly until you get through the worst of it. After that there will be individual and group therapy sessions. You can do it. I know you can. There are others here who have been through what you have and they lead productive lives now." She held Lori's hand until she was able to pull herself together a little. "Joseph, will you take Lori to the infirmary and have them do a full exam and panel of tests? Tell them to change her out of her clothes and into a gown. Once they are done tell them to assign someone to be with her. They can take her to the showers and get her a clean change of clothing before taking her to a room. Tell them to let her have all the chocolate and juice she wants until the worst is over." Julia stood and pulled Lori to her feet. Lori couldn't meet her gaze, but she nodded in apprehensive resignation before following Joseph out of the room.

Julia smiled. Joseph was as much a chameleon as she was.

Julia turned back to her desk and began jotting notes. There was a good chance the girl had AIDS. They would have to wait for the test results to come back before putting her on the market. 

************

Gwen was lying on her stomach on a beach towel near the pond. The first hot day of the year Brian had suggested cooling off in the pond, but Gwen didn't have her suit. Brian smiled and told her she didn't need one. He wasn't too upset when she declined. He had probably expected it of her even though they had gone parking several times. He still hadn't tried to push her and had backed off when she pushed his hands away from her breasts. Patience had its rewards. She wore her suit under her jeans the next warm day though, and they had splashed around for more than an hour before going back to work. They had worked together on the farm since February when the lambing began. She stayed at the house almost from the start since it could be all night work. His father had been pleased that she had pulled her share and asked her to stay on through the summer. He had been the one to talk to her mother and her mother agreed. He realized that Brian and Gwen were getting closer but told them as long as the work was done in a timely manner he didn't object to them going for a swim at lunch or out for a drive in the evening. And so after the first swim at the pond Nora had given Gwen her string bikini. She had also given her almost a year's worth of birth control pills. Nora didn't need them. She was pregnant again anyway.

Gwen felt a tickle across her shoulders. Brian tied two or three pieces of twine together at one end and feathered the strands to make a soft brush. He played it over her back and down the back and inside of her thigh. She felt a thrill go through her. He slid his finger just under her swimsuit bottom at her hip. "You're getting dark. It's too bad you'll have all these tan lines." She had lamented just the night before about the lines that showed when she wore a round-neck blouse. "Can I kiss your back?" She made a noise that was an assent and another thrill went through her as she felt his tongue on her back. At the same time she felt the tickle of the twine again on her leg. She lay still enjoying the feelings and didn't object when he untied her top and set the strings to the side. She felt him sit up next to her and she lay still as he continued stroking her with the twine. He continued kissing and licking her back. She spread her legs further when he pulled slightly on the inside of her thigh and he began concentrating with the twine on the backs and inside of her thighs. That was the first time she had truly become aroused and he noticed the difference in her breathing. He straddled her with his arms and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Where can I kiss you?"

"Anywhere that isn't covered." She felt a thrill and twitched involuntarily as his tongue touched the inside of her thigh just at the line of her swimsuit. His breath was harsher in her ear as he straddled her again.

"Are you okay?"

"Is this what it's like, Brian?"

She could feel his smile. "It gets even better." 

She felt him as he rubbed against her. She felt her resolve fading as he continued to kiss her thighs and his tongue reached between. 

She rolled over suddenly, forgetting that he had untied her top. He stopped and looked at her and she saw the same need she knew he could see in her eyes. He looked at her exposed breasts and at first she thought to cover them, but then she wanted him to see them. She came to him and he cradled her in his arms and they kissed as he fondled her. "You're right. This is better."

He smiled. "It gets even better than this."

He sensed her hesitancy and stopped to look at her. She knew his need was urgent and she felt guilty bringing him to that point only to disappoint him.

"You're not ready."

"I love you Brian... Are you angry?"

He kissed her again slowly and deeply and then sighed.

"I'm not angry. I love you. It is a gift you should give only when you are ready." He picked up the twine and she closed her eyes as he played it over her breasts.

"I'm afraid I'll get pregnant."

"After Nora..."

Gwen nodded. 

"I have condoms."

She shrugged and he understood.

"There are other things that we can do."

He taught her how to give him a hand job and then he had held her in his arms for a long time to reassure her that it was enough for the time. He continued stroking her and when she tightened up he encouraged her to relax and enjoy the feelings. She told him about the birth control pills and promised that she would start taking them. That night they had gone to the old barn at the back of the property. At her request he began to teach her what pleased him. He found that her guilt for not being ready to complete the sexual act made her willing to do more than he expected. She went topless again, but still wouldn't remove her underwear. She knelt in front of him completely aroused as she brought him into her mouth. He thought he could have removed her underwear then, but he was satisfied to wait. He knew it wouldn't be long before she took them off herself. He did take the rest of her clothes and refused to give them back until she had run around the outside of the barn three times. She jumped into his arms straddling him laughing when she was done and then straightened her back until he had no choice but to take her nipple into his mouth. It was hard as a rock.



The Brothel Ch. 03



***This is my original work and no permission is given to publish it elsewhere.

PROCESSING

The runaway was next to wake up. Joseph escorted her in. "This is Detective Becker." Julia saw the unmistakable look of fear as she invited her to sit.

"I was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?"

"A man put me in the back of his van. I felt a shock and couldn't move and then he closed the door and started driving."

"The officers found you wandering around naked in the park. Have you been selling yourself?"

"No! The man made me take my clothes off. He made me suck him."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"How old are you really?"

The girl paused and Julia leaned forward on her elbows.

"What's your name?"

Again the girl didn't respond.

"Let me tell you what I think. I think that you are not eighteen. I think that you ran away from home. I think that you are afraid to tell me your name because you don't want me to send you back. I think that you haven't been on the streets for very long. I think that you were hungry and cold and scared and so you've done some bad things. I think that you are not happy with what you are doing. What I want you to think about is whether your life is better now than it was at home."

She let the girl ponder a moment before continuing. "I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you. I'm sure that it won't matter to them what you have done. They would just be happy to have you back safe and sound. What do you think?"

A range of emotions crossed the girl's face. "What is your name?"

"Karen Chapman."

"Karen, how old are you?"

"I am eighteen. I just don't look it."

"Where are you from, Karen?"

"Sterling, Michigan."

"You ran away?"

"My mom got a new boyfriend, only he was more interested in me than her. I tried to tell her but she wouldn't do anything because she was afraid she would lose him. I couldn't take it anymore."

"And have you been selling yourself here?"

Karen nodded. "I stayed at the bus garage the first few days because it was so cold out. A man brought me breakfast from McDonalds one day. He was a commuter, he said. He said he had seen me there the last couple days. He told me if I was there when he came back he would put me up in a hotel for the night... I hadn't even had sex before then."

"So he took you to the hotel?"

"He took me to the hotel and he ordered pizza and beer while I took a bath. He turned on the porn channel and we started watching. I was embarrassed. He asked me if I had ever done anything like that. I told him I was a virgin. He said I could sleep in the room if I would have sex with him." 

"So for the price of a pizza and a hotel room he had a virgin." Julia made a mental note for Gantry, Dom and Mike to troll the bus stations and Grand Central. "You didn't report him to the police?"

Karen shook her head. "I would have had to tell them who I was."

"And this man last night? He didn't kidnap you did he?"

Karen shook her head. 

"Did anyone else see him? See what he looked like?"

"I don't think so."

"What did he look like?"

"He pulled up in a white van. He had a hooded jacket on. White male, early forties maybe. Brown hair cut short. Dark eyes. I didn't really notice much else."

"You were assaulted. We could press charges on him for that if we could find him. Tell me what happened."

"The cab of the truck was warm and he took me a couple blocks away and had me get in the back. He closed the door and turned on a dome light and watched while I took my clothes off. There isn't really much else to tell. I had agreed to a blowjob and I gave him one. I was still on my knees when I felt a shock go through me. I couldn't move and I felt him give me a shot. Then he got out of the back and started driving. Eventually I could move again and I banged on the sides of the van. I tried to open the doors, but they were locked. Then I must have passed out."

"Would you like me to call your mother now?"

Karen looked at her.

"I'm sure that boyfriend is long gone by now. He was probably only there because of you. How long have you been gone?"

"Since January 2nd."

"Two and a half months?"

Karen nodded.

"And you've been selling yourself since?"

"Not until my money ran out, and then only to get enough food. I didn't like doing it."

"Tell me you made them use condoms."

Karen's eyes filled with fear. "Most of the time it was oral. I only had straight sex that first night and then two other times. One of them used a condom. The other two didn't." Julia leaned forward and smiled reassuringly.

"We have a shelter at the back of the station. You need medical attention to make sure you don't have venereal disease. We can get you warm food and a hot bath and clean clothes. Give me your mother's phone number and I'll call her and let her know you are okay. Then we'll make arrangements to get you on a bus home."

Julia wrote the number as Karen recited it. "Can I talk to her?"

"Sure. After everything else is taken care of you can have a nice long talk with her. There are phones in the shelter."  They exchanged a smile and Julia looked at Joseph. 

Joseph stepped forward. "If you will come with me?"

************

Gwen felt a dull throb in her head and her mouth was dry and filled with cotton. She didn't even remember getting home. The last thing she remembered was getting in the cab. She pushed the pain away and rolled over. Maybe if she slept longer the headache would go away. She smiled remembering the bar the night before and then went back to the pond. 

They had been going to the barn in the evening four days straight and today was Brian's 18th birthday. It was the hottest day of the summer so far. Gwen was in her string bikini bottom lying on her back on the beach towel with her eyes closed. The rest of her clothes were locked in the truck and Brian had the key. She smiled as she felt the twine across her nipples, first one and then the other. She opened one eye and smiled at him watching as he leaned down and sucked on the closest one. He didn't even notice as she untied the strings at her hips. She arched her back groaning with pleasure as she lifted her hips and pulled her bottoms away. He continued nuzzling her breasts without noticing. She smiled as he finally pulled away and sat up. The look on his face when he finally saw was priceless. He looked at her face to know she was willing. She smiled, "Happy Birthday."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. I want to give myself to you to enjoy, but I want it for me too. I love you, Brian. I want to be with you."

She watched as he searched her face and then looked back and stroked her hair. She knew it couldn't please him as much as it did her and she spread her legs. Gently he continued stroking her and then bent down to lick her. She gasped with the pleasure and pushed up on her elbows to get a better view. He smiled at her and licked her again. "It gets even better. Just relax completely and let yourself feel whatever you feel." Gently he began to suck on her. It didn't take more than three minutes that first time. She groaned and lay back as she started to come and he managed somehow to reach up and rub one of her nipples. She felt all the muscles in her groin begin to pulse and throb with the most wonderful feeling and she relaxed completely and reveled in it. He was above her again somehow and whispered. "I told you it was better." She was almost in tears with joy as she kissed him. She felt his cock against her and raised her knees as he had shown her a few days before. He entered slowly gasping at the tightness. He almost didn't make it all the way in before he exploded. He had told her it would hurt that first time, but she was still on the downswing from her orgasm and he was exactly where she wanted him. She held him to her when he started to withdraw and began stroking his chest and abdomen. He sighed helplessly and began kissing her as she locked her legs around him. He pulled out halfway just before and then pushed in as he went again.

They fell asleep by the pond limbs entangled.

********

A man entered as Lisa woke up. She didn't know where she was, but she saw Gwen sleeping on a cot not far away. She wore contacts and her eyes were dry. She saw her purse and grabbed it as he led her away. She had gone back to the table after the contest to join Heather and Gina and wait for Gwen. When Gwen hadn't come back out she sent the others home and went back to check. Mike had come to the room and told her that Gwen was with Dom and would be out shortly. He had kissed her and pinched her behind and sat with her for a few minutes. After that things had gotten a little fuzzy. Now her head ached and her mouth was dry. She knew she had a huge case of dragon breath and she was trying to decide where she was and how she got there.

The man stepped aside and gestured for her to enter a room. It was an office and a woman was seated behind the desk shuffling papers from a file folder. The woman was in her early sixties, slender and elegant with hair perfectly coiffed. She wore just enough makeup and her nails were immaculate. Lisa looked at the man as he spoke. "This is Detective Becker." Her mind scrambled to make sense of what he had said. The woman gestured her into a chair. She sat mutely as the man closed the door and backed against it. Neither of them was smiling at her. Desperately she tried to remember what had happened after Heather and Gina had left the bar.

"Am I under arrest?"

"Your name is Lisa Secker?" Lisa turned to the woman and nodded mutely. There were two ID's in her purse. They must have seen both. "How old are you?"

"Please."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

The woman nodded. "The cab you were in ran a red light that resulted in an accident. The officers on scene observed you and your friend in the back seat passed out. They found two Drivers Licenses in each of your purses. You were arrested for consumption of alcohol under the age of twenty-one and using false ID to obtain alcohol by fraud. Either one of those offenses would probably get you probation. We ran your criminal record and discovered that you have no previous offenses, however, when the officers searched your purse they also discovered this." Julia reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a shrink-wrapped package of white powder. "Now this on the other hand is much more serious. This will get you jail time."

"But it's not mine!"

"It won't surprise you to find out that everyone we confront says the same thing."

"But it's not! I don't even use drugs!"

"The way that it is packaged and the amount leads us to believe that you are a mule. We believe that someone hired you to deliver this to someone else. If you are willing to tell us who hired you, or who you are to deliver it to, we might consider a deal." 

"I can't. You have to believe me. The drugs don't belong to me. Someone must have put them in my purse without my knowing!"

"Why would anyone do that? Do you know how much it is worth? The street value of that package is close to four hundred thousand dollars. Why would anyone in their right mind put it in your purse and let you walk away with it unless you were hired to deliver it?"

Julia waited, but Lisa couldn't come up with an explanation. "There was another item of interest in the vehicle. A DVD of your participation in the contest at the bar." Julia picked up a remote and slid her chair to view a television attached to the wall behind her desk. She turned it on and brought up the portion of the tape where she was playing with Gwen's breasts. Lisa watched in mute embarrassment as the woman switched from that to the other time she and Gwen were playing with each other. It seemed to her that the woman watched much longer than she needed to and actually seemed to be enjoying it. Julia hushed her when she finally found her voice to object. "We found birth control pills. Tell me, are you sexually active?"

Lisa stared at her and then nodded.

"What you did with your friend, are you a lesbian?"

"No! We only did that because it could help us win!"

"Do you make them use condoms? We found them in your purse."

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes. What business is it of yours?"

Julia nodded assessing her. "You are over eighteen and so what you have done on the DVD is not illegal. You were obviously a consenting party as is your friend. Still it doesn't lend much to your character or your credibility." 

She turned to Robby. "This one is all yours Officer Daniels." She turned back to Lisa. "You will go with Officer Daniels. Anyone who is arrested on possession of drugs is strip-searched. He will strip search you and you will be fingerprinted and processed and escorted to a cell. You can do this cooperatively or not. Judging by the DVD you shouldn't have any problem with it, but if you do, you will be handcuffed and the outcome will be the same. Do we understand one another?" 

Lisa nodded in humiliation. She felt like throwing up. "Oh, and Officer Daniels?" He turned to her and she handed him a clipboard. "Have the lab take some blood and test her for narcotics in her system." The man nodded as he took her elbow and led her out. 

Lisa watched him sideways as he led her down a long cinderblock and tile corridor. He was probably in his late twenties and about six feet tall. He was blond and handsome in a careless sort of way. He hadn't shaved in a day or two and his clothes were casual and rumpled as though he had left them in the dryer too long. He was muscular though and his gaze was direct. She could have been drawn to him in another setting. She thought he might be reasoned with.

"I am telling the truth. The drugs weren't mine. I don't know where they came from."

He shrugged without agreeing or disagreeing.

"Am I going to be allowed to call someone?"

"After you are processed you will be allowed a phone call."

"My father is a lawyer."

"Then I'm sure he would advise you to cooperate so we can discuss a deal."

"How can I cooperate when I have no idea how the drugs got in my purse?"

"That is a dilemma."

Lisa preceded him into the room he indicated. The room had a mirror on one wall and a table with chairs on one side facing the mirror. There was another door on the opposite wall and a filing cabinet in the corner with a phone on top. The officer set the clipboard on top, opened the top drawer and pulled out a plastic bag, surgical gloves, a small flashlight, a tongue depressor, KY jelly and a metal instrument she was alarmed to see was a speculum. He put the bag on the table. "Take off all of your clothes and place them in this bag."

She gasped at his directness and shook her head slowly in humiliation. She glanced at the mirror.

"It is an observation room. It is empty and locked now."

"If I am convicted how long would I be in jail?"

"Probably near twenty years." He waited a moment watching panic set in. When she made no move to cooperate he continued. "You remember what Detective Becker said. This will have to be done one way or another. It's your choice. It doesn't matter to me." As she still hesitated he continued again. "You seemed perfectly willing to show yourself to over two hundred people last night. If you had won, would you have done what the other girl did? Would you have taken all your clothes off in front of that crowd?"

"No."

"I'm not so sure."

"I don't know why Gwen did. She hardly dates and won't have anything to do with the guys. It was completely out of character for her. We had to talk her into coming. We didn't even tell her about the contest until the last minute. None of us could believe she would even be in it." She flinched as the officer approached her. He slid the bag toward her and smiled as she began to cry. "Please don't make me do this."

"No one else will see."

"This is so humiliating."

The officer approached her and took her hand. Lisa looked at him startled and saw sympathy and understanding in his eyes. 

"I know you're frightened. I'm not the bad guy. I'm only doing my job. I know it's hard. You might as well get it over with sooner as later."

Lisa pulled away and brushed the tears from her cheeks. "Do you believe me?"

"What?"

"Do you believe me? That the drugs weren't mine?" She met his eyes pleading for him to believe as he studied her. "They weren't mine. I swear I don't know where they came from. I've never been in trouble before. I'd do anything to prove it to you. You have to believe me. Please."

There was a look in his eye that frightened her, but gave her hope as well. He looked over his shoulder at the mirror and then back to her with a hunger she recognized all too well.

"I might be persuaded." He stood waiting and finally she came tentatively closer. He was looking directly into her eyes. She could feel his breath on her face. She made her decision and kissed him. At first he didn't respond, but then she felt his hand come to her hip and at last she felt him respond. She pulled away slightly with her head down, cheek-to-cheek with him. 

"Would the Detective listen to you?"

"She would take my opinion into consideration."

"What would it take to persuade you?"

"Cooperation. Obedience. Are you ready to take your clothes off now?"

She brushed her tears away and nodded. He stood next to her as she began to remove her clothes. She covered herself after she removed her blouse. She glanced at the mirror again. "You're sure there is no one watching?"

"I promise. Don't you think I would get into trouble if someone were?"

Lisa nodded, persuaded at last, and put her blouse into the bag. The officer smiled as she turned to face him before removing her skirt and the rest of her clothes. She put everything in the bag and then stood in front of him as he looked her up and down and smiled. "Open your mouth." 

She complied, not understanding. He picked up the flashlight and tongue depressor and searched her mouth. 

"Turn and face the mirror." After she complied he spoke again. "Lift your hair up off the back of your neck." She complied again and as he felt through her hair and stroked her neck he continued. "Look in the mirror. Look at yourself. Do you see how beautiful you are? Will you give yourself to me? I might believe you if you are willing to convince me. What do you think?"

"I will do whatever you ask if it keeps me out of jail."

"Put your hands on the table." She turned her back to the mirror and placed her hands on the table. She held perfectly still as she felt his hands on her breasts. She groaned and spread her legs as he placed his thigh between them. She felt his fingers playing with her and groaned again holding perfectly still. It surprised her that she responded so easily. "Don't move." 

She kept her legs spread obediently as he left her side to put on a surgical glove. She watched with dark eyes as he put some KY on his index finger and then returned to her side. He fondled both of her nipples with one hand while he slipped his finger in her rectum and probed until she gasped and opened herself further for him. He removed his finger and the glove and turned her around. "Put your hands on the table behind you and spread your legs again." 

Quickly she did as she was told. She held herself wide as he slipped his fingers in her crack and played with her clitoris. She groaned in spite of herself as he continued. "Don't move. Watch in the mirror." She watched as he played with her nipples and her cunt. She watched as he knelt in front of her and licked her. It was all she could do to hold still. 

Finally he stood again and stood in front of her with his thigh between her legs pressing into her cunt. She would have hugged him, but again he told her not to move as he stroked her nipples and french kissed her. The next time she moved he didn't try to stop her. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers over his chest and then undid his pants. He was already hard as she took hold of him and continued kissing her as she played with him. Both were breathing hard as he backed away abruptly. He stepped out of his pants, but left his shirt on and his voice was a whisper. "Will you kneel?" She nodded. "Not for long and only the tip, then I want you to lay on the table and spread your legs with your hands." 




The Brothel Ch. 04



*** This work is original and no permission is given to reproduce it elsewhere.

ADAM

The man took Gwen's hand and led her from the room into a hallway.

"It's time to get up sleeping beauty."

"Who are you?"

"I work with Dom."

"How did I get here?"

"You don't remember?" Gwen shook her head. "Well, it doesn't matter. You're here now. That's all that matters. We've been waiting for you. Lisa woke up almost two hours ago."

Gwen entered the room he indicated to see the same female shuffling papers behind the desk. Gwen sat as all the others had done. Julia studied her for a moment.

"Do you have a headache?" Gwen nodded. Julia looked at Joseph, "Get her some water, will you?" She reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol. She took out two pills and set them on the edge of the desk. "Maybe this will help. Are you hungry?"

"A little maybe. What time is it?"

"Two o'clock. We finally decided we'd better wake you." 

Gwen glanced at Joseph as he returned with a bottle of water. He was a few inches taller than her at about 5'11". He had dark hair, cut short, and several day's stubble on his jaw. He was attractive. She thanked him with a nod and took the two pills.

"Where am I?"

Julia spoke, "We work with Dom. He had the cab bring you here. He said you were the next big star. We put together portfolios for models and aspiring actresses. You know. Head shots, glamour shots, lingerie shots. The works. Joseph here is one of our top photographers."

"I don't understand. I never told Dom I was even interested in anything like that." 

Julia feigned surprise. "You didn't? I thought it was everyone's dream. You're sure you never wanted to be a model? You could make the big bucks. Enough to pay for your schooling."

"I don't know. I mean, I think I would like it, but I figured it would be too hard to get into."

"Well, once we explained it to Lisa, she was all for it. It's pretty much the next step all the girls take who win the contest at the bar. You do remember that, don't you?"

Gwen smiled a ghost of a smile in spite of herself and nodded. She hadn't had that much fun in a long time. Julia slid a piece of paper toward her.

"Look. It's right here in the contract you signed last night. You agree to allow us to use any footage obtained at the bar for advertising purposes. You also agree, if chosen, to participate in a photo shoot at our expense with the resulting portfolio to be distributed to modeling agencies in the city. If you are chosen to model, you would owe us three percent of any monies received. That means ninety-seven percent is for you to keep. A lot of the top models make upwards of ten thousand dollars a day. That would more than pay for your schooling.

"You know, Dom said he had talked to you about it after the contest, but he said you might have had too much to drink by then. Maybe you just don't remember. You can think it over if you like."

"So it's no money up front and three percent of any contract?"

"That's right."

"What would the shoot consist of today?"

"Well, of course we would let you get cleaned up, shower, hair, makeup. We'd have to get you something to eat. We'll provide clothing and lingerie. And the shoot itself would take three or four hours with clothing changes. Like I said, head shots, glamour shots and the works. Most people enjoy it. If you don't, you know this work isn't for you. We'll call you back in a few weeks to look at the portfolio and approve it before it gets sent to anyone."

"So if I agree to do this today, do I sign something else?"

Julia pulled out a second contract and slid it across the desk. Gwen looked it over. It said exactly what she had just described.

"What the heck. I already missed class. I might as well do something worthwhile today." She took the pen Julia offered and signed the contract.

After sharing sandwiches with Joseph, Gwen was brought to an elegant bathroom and left to shower. She dropped her clothes and earrings on the floor and fingered the short silk robe that had been left for her use. There were rows of hair and skin care products on one wall and a bank of mirrors along another wall with makeup and vanity lights. She chose a shampoo and conditioner and body soap and went to the shower. 

**************

Brian still wouldn't let her have her clothes when they got back in the truck. She snuggled into him and smiled.

"So you like pictures too?"

"Hmm?"

"Pictures of naked girls? They turn you on?"

"I am a guy."

"Do you look at them on the internet?"

"I used to. Not much lately." He pulled her close.

"What would you do if you had naked pictures of me?"

"Oh, I would look at those."

"It would be okay with me if you brought the digital camera."

"You would pose for me?"

"I would do anything you say. I would have to, or you would never give my clothes back."

"You are a fast learner."

"You are teaching me very fun things. I like to learn."

"Sometimes I think you are the teacher."

"Are you going to give me my clothes back tonight, or are you going to make me walk in the house naked?"

"I'll give them back. I hate to, but I guess I'll have to. You are more than sexy, you know. Tonight was amazing. You were amazing."

She slept hard during their lunch break the next day at the pond. Her clothes were locked away in the truck and she was lying on her stomach with her cheek resting on one of her forearms, the other curled in front of her. She heard the shutter of a camera click behind her and smiled. She heard it click in front of her and opened one eye. He was squatting in front of her in his swimming trunks. 

"I need you to raise that arm in front just a little bit." She closed her eye again and moved her arm up. "Just a little bit more please." She moved it slowly until he stopped her. "Perfect. That is perfect." The shutter clicked twice more and she felt that too familiar flutter. She had promised him they would wait until the evening to start in again. She hoped she would be able to keep her promise. She knelt with her rump in the air and did a long luxurious cat stretch as the camera clicked away. Then she sat on her knees facing into the sun and put her arms over her head and down her back and stretched again arching her back. The camera clicked away.

"You brought the camera, I see."

"Along with a few other surprises."

"I saw the weights, what are they for?"

"They are counterweights to use at the barn. I'll show you tonight."

"Will I like it?"

"I think you will like it a lot."

Gwen nodded. "What else did you bring?"

He went back to the truck and returned with a pair of swimming goggles. 

"What are these?"

"What do they look like?"

"Swimming goggles."

"But these are magic. Look closely." She looked at them and saw that the lenses had been painted black. "Put them on."

She put them on. They fit snugly and she was completely blind. She heard the shutter snap as she grinned. She took them off and jumped up kissing him. He smiled helplessly and pulled her bottom to him with his free hand. "I know I promised to be good, but you are making it very difficult."

"I haven't even touched you until now, and you're the one who started that!"

"I'm beginning to think there is something wrong with me."

"Whatever it is, it's one of the things I like the best about you. I just hope I can keep up!"

"Me too. Like you said, it gets better and better. Last night was amazing."

"What did you like best?"

"Best?" She paused for a moment and then answered sheepishly, "I liked best that you didn't laugh at me when I told you I wanted you to tie me up. I liked that you made me feel safe when I was afraid you would think I was crazy."

They exchanged a meaningful look and then he kissed her tenderly. "You are safe with me. You know, some of the guys talk about their exploits. I'm sure some of the girls do too. I don't want us to do that. I want you to be able to tell me all your secrets and I want to be able to tell you and no one else needs to know. I won't tell the guys anything about what you and I do. That's just between us."

Gwen nodded and kissed him again gratefully. He hugged her smiling playfully, "Now do you think you can pose for a few pictures without having to rip my shorts off?"

"I'll try, but I'm pretty hopeless you know."

"I know, but I love you because of it."

At the barn that night she stripped to music and then continued to dance for him as he snapped pictures with the digital camera. He readied the restraints and showed her how he intended for her to use the forty-pound weights. She held out her hands as he fastened hobbles firmly to her wrists. He put the goggles on her, turned the music up, lit two more very bright propane camping lanterns and hung them from wires he had suspended just below the loft, took her clothes and drove away. He told her to dance for three more songs and then carry out his orders.

Gwen danced as she was told with the goggles on. It was disorienting, but strangely freeing for her. When the third song finished she felt her way to the new stall. She felt her way until she found and stepped through the slipknots he had tied and tightened them just above her knees, then she pulled the clove hitches that ran through the lower rings on each side of the stall taut so that she could stand, but her legs were spread wide. Next she felt on the ledges and located the leash clasps and attached the lead ropes to the D-rings on the hobbles that he had put on her wrists. The hobbles were lined with sheep fleece so that they could take the pressure without damaging her wrists. The lead ropes were fed through the upper rings and attached to the weights that were also lying on the ledge of the stall. Her heart was racing by then. She thought about waiting until she heard the truck come back before pushing the weights off the ledge, but he had told her not to wait. He told her he wanted her helpless not knowing when or if he would return. She pushed the weights off the ledge in close succession and her hands snapped up above her head as they dropped. She was completely helpless, her hands spread wide, held firm by the weights dangling in mid-air at the other end of the lead rope. She was nowhere near strong enough to pull herself free. 

Brian had driven the truck out of range of hearing and then returned within two minutes. He had been standing ten feet away with a palm-size camcorder videotaping it all. She weighed a hundred and ten so eighty pounds was more than enough to incapacitate her. He liked it when she was vulnerable to him too. 

He set the video camera up on a tripod on a stool making sure it would continue to record her from head to toe and then picked up the digital camera and began to snap pictures. Gwen still wasn't aware of his presence, but was writhing with anticipation. He sat down in front of her and then scooted under her crotch and took several more pictures with the flash. Still she gave no indication that she was aware of his presence. Her organs were swollen and shiny with her fluids. He came within two inches and breathed in deeply. From her smell he knew she was on the verge. She flinched as he flicked at her crotch with the tip of his tongue.  She struggled against the bindings and he covered her as she came. It was going to be as good as the night before.


He scooted away and stood and went behind her and whispered in her ear. Again she jumped and his heart raced. "You didn't even know I was there did you? It could have been anyone sucking on your cunt and you would have come anyway. I barely touched it. You were so hot you couldn't help it and it's going to be that way all over again just like last night." He reached around her without touching her sides and began massaging her nipples. The camera would see that she couldn't stop him. He spoke slowly, "You're completely helpless, by your own choice, by your own hand and now I can do whatever I want with you and you won't be able to do a thing. And guess what else? You are being videotaped in all your naked glory. Not just still shots with a camera, but there's a real honest to goodness video camera trained right on you. It recorded me sucking on your cunt and it's recording me touching your tits."

"Oh, Brian, I'm coming again!"

"I guess you're on your own then." He began rubbing both her tits with one hand spread wide and fingering her cunt with the other. He moved his hips against her as she gasped and groaned and came a second time. He was still fully clothed. He didn't even wait for her to finish the orgasm as he filled his finger with her juices and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly. He continued to fondle her breasts again pushing them together and working them with his thumbs. "You see, now I'm playing with them again and you are still helpless to stop me. I can even pinch them if I want and you are completely helpless." 

She arched her back and gasped as he pinched her gently. "What I really want now though is to add to those hickies on the inside of your thighs. Where were we when I was creating those? Oh, yes. We were at the river and you were fully exposed there too. I could truss you up in the back of the truck with the goggles on and you would have no idea where you were. Maybe I'll go park in front of the sheriff's office. Or on the low side of the bridge. Or in front of the theater. I think maybe I might even leave the tailgate down and drive around. What do you think?" He dropped to the ground and she felt him sucking on the inside of her thighs. He was right. There was no way she could stop him and the closer he was getting to her cunt the closer she was getting to coming again. She groaned in need when he stopped. 

He untied her legs then, but left her arms stretched wide as he ran his hands up and down her torso until she was writhing again. He left her on the edge of her need again as he unclasped the lead ropes from her wrists and let the weights drop to the ground. She threw her arms around him holding on fiercely as he turned her in profile and french kissed her and then fondled her in front of the camera before removing the goggles. She blinked in the brightness of the three propane lanterns. "Face the back of the stall and put the slip knots back on your legs, then kneel and pull them tight again. Leave just enough room that I can crawl under you." Gwen smiled and kissed him before moving to obey. As she knelt he lowered the camcorder to take advantage of her new position. She waited kneeling as he removed his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on. He spread his shirt on the dirt and lay on his back. 

She bent over exposing herself perfectly for the camera as she began to suck on Brian's tits. He took advantage of hers dangling perfectly for him. Only when he was hidden from the camera did he raise his hips and remove his boxers. Slowly he worked his way toward her hips until she was stretching to take him into her mouth. She felt his hands spreading her cheeks wide for the camera. She was writhing in sweet agony by then and froze when she felt his tongue on her clitoris. She barely managed to hold off her third come until Brian exploded into her mouth. She thought she would never quit coming as he continued to suck her in front of the camera. 

**************

Gwen startled as she heard a knock on the door. It was Joseph. "Are you about ready in there?"

"A few more minutes." She shaved quickly, jumped out of the shower and toweled off and then slipped into the robe. She found mousse and scrunched it through her hair. She decided to go without makeup. They told her they could add it later if they wanted. She would have felt more comfortable with underwear on under the robe, but none were provided. 

There was a girl waiting outside the dressing room door when she exited. She smiled at Gwen. "My name is Michelle. I am to show you the way to the set." She led Gwen down a hall and opened a door and stood aside for her to enter. 

Joseph was in the room with another man in his late thirties or early forties. He was athletic and strikingly handsome. They were watching the DVD from the bar. It was the kissing portion and her hands were tied. Joseph paused the DVD as she looked at him in question. "This is Adam. He helps us with marketing the bar. We are going to pull some of the stills from the DVD to put on the website for the bar. He also directs some of our lingerie shoots and has agreed to help with yours." Joseph gestured to a seat and Gwen sat carefully with one hand in her lap and one to her front to make sure the robe was covering her. She saw Adam smile at her modesty as Joseph began questioning her. "Dom said you are from Nebraska?"

Gwen nodded, "From Monroe. It's a small farming community on the Platte River. The town is about ten blocks square with eight lots on each block. It's pretty small."

"Why did you decide to come to New York?"

"Adventure. Education. Anonymity. Everyone in a small town knows everything about you. I decided I was tired of that." 

"He said you had a boyfriend there?"

"In high school. Well, he was a senior and I was a sophomore when we started dating. We broke up a few months before I graduated."

"And you didn't date anyone after that?"

Gwen shook her head. "I took the break up pretty hard. I wasn't ready to date anyone else from the town. I've dated some here, but I haven't found anyone I've really clicked with."

"Dom said you told him you only slept with one person since you've been here."

Gwen nodded. "Before last night anyway."

"You remember last night?"

She nodded again. "I'm not sure how it happened, but I remember. I'm usually not like that. I mean, I want to know the person I'm with. I dated Brian for six months. I wanted it to mean something."

"He was your first?"

"Yes."

"How long did you date the man you slept with here?"

"A month. He kept pressuring me. After we had sex he broke it off. He said I was just another notch on his gun. I was glad I made him use a condom. That was the end of it for me until last night. Last night I was out of control. I don't know how that happened."

"You were very adventurous last night. Is that usual for you?"

"Yes, but always before it was with only Brian."

"Did he tie you up?"

Gwen nodded remembering.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Gwen felt her face color and Joseph smiled.

"Did he take pictures of you?"

Gwen nodded again, "He did."

"You weren't eighteen?"

"It was from when I was almost sixteen until I was almost eighteen."

"Do you have access to any of those pictures?"

"Anyone who knows where to look does. That's why I wanted to leave town."

"They are on the internet?"

Gwen nodded again and saw Joseph take a deep breath and slowly exhale.

"If you're ready, I'll show you into the changing room and you can choose an outfit from what we've picked for you while Adam and I watch some more of the DVD."

Gwen was shown to an adjoining room twelve-foot square, with mirrors from floor to ceiling on all four walls. There was a bench in one corner with a small pile of lingerie on it. 

"When you are dressed come back and join us."

Gwen sifted through her choices. Only one was anywhere close to modest. A traditional light blue silk teddy with revealing panties, but a top that would cover her adequately. It was the one they would expect her to come out in. She never did like doing what was expected. One would cover her, but was completely transparent. Several were thongs, one with a short t-shirt, a black one with a lacy brassiere, one was thigh high tights and heels and a contraption she had never seen before that was meant to display her breasts pushed up and uncovered. She picked the thong and t-shirt combination.  The t-shirt was low-necked, light weight and only long enough to barely cover her breasts. It was loosely ruffled at the bottom. The outfit was brown and showed off her dark skin to perfection. She changed quickly and pulled the robe on over it before returning to the other room. They were watching the crowd applaud as Dom raised her skirt. Her hands were still tied and the lighting was perfect. She was leaning back against Dom panting as the crowd was going wild. Joseph paused the DVD again strategically as she entered and they exchanged a smile. She felt a thrill knowing they could see everything.




The Brothel Ch. 05



***This work is original and may not be republished without permission.

MORRISON

In the fall Brian had gone to the University of Nebraska in Lincoln. It was only a couple hours away so he either came home for the weekend or Gwen went to visit him. She took a fast food job to earn money for the bus under the condition that she would work no weekends. It was better when she went to Lincoln because they could be by themselves virtually anytime. That was when Brian had created the webpage. She sat watching over his shoulder as he copied the pictures and downloaded the videos. There was no text so it was virtually impossible to hit on the site accidentally, but the potential of getting caught left her euphoric. She was standing naked in the road for anyone to come along and find her.

The next winter she worked for his father again and lived on the farm. Toward the end of that summer was when things began going downhill. It was the first week in August and sweltering. Brian would be heading back to school in less than two weeks. They had just finished supper and the evening chores. Both had showered to go "to the movies". Brian leaned on one of the stalls in the old barn watching Gwen do a striptease and dance in the nude. Her clothes were in a pile at his feet. As the song ended he approached her smiling and she came into his arms.

"I'm going to Clark's house."

"I'd go with you, but I imagine I won't be getting my clothes back quite so easily."

"You know me too well." He picked up her clothes and called out over his shoulder. "It won't take more than twenty-five minutes. Keep dancing."

Brian bought weed from Clark. They had used it half a dozen times that summer and she enjoyed it more now that she had gotten used to it.

She followed him out of the barn and walked partway down the drive to the road until she saw another car in the distance. The fields on either side of the drive were in corn. It was dusk and would be dark before he got back. She decided to take a walk first and wandered across the property enjoying the evening. A breeze kicked up and cooled her skin. She walked back to the road just after dark and paced back and forth retreating twenty-five yards each time a car drove by. She was dark as an Indian by then. It would be nearly impossible for anyone to notice her. The road was still busy though, so she returned to the barn and turned the music back on and lit the lantern. She knew it had been longer than twenty-five minutes, but Clark liked to talk. She knew Brian thought it was funny when she became worried that he might not come back. She began to dance and when she heard the truck pull in she decided to give him a show. She turned her back to the door and moved her hips back and forth to the music with her arms twining overhead. Every now and then she would turn far enough that he could glimpse a nipple, but not far enough to see him. She smiled knowing he was leaning against the doorway admiring her. 

When the song ended he spoke, "Now that was one of the best shows I've seen, I do declare." It wasn't Brian's voice though, and Gwen turned quickly in shock. He laughed as she ran behind the wall of the new stall and peeked over the railing. It was the same deputy that had checked on them the night they had pulled the truck off the side of the road. Morrison. She cast in her mind, but the blanket they kept was in a box in the loft. 

"Go away."

"I don't think so." He stepped just inside the door where he couldn't be seen from the vehicle.

She cringed, thinking about how she had danced in front of him. "I'm on private property. I'm not breaking any laws."

"Oh, but you were about to. And your boyfriend already has. That's how I knew how to find you. He's the one who told me where to look. Why don't you come on out from behind there so we can talk?"

Gwen shook her head.

"See I know most of your other haunts in the county. The river. The wayside. The walking bridge. But this one I didn't know about. I wonder if his daddy knows you come here. I wonder if your momma knows." Gwen gasped. "You sure you don't want to come out from behind there?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes? Well, they're right where your boyfriend left them on the seat of his truck." Morrison gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "It's about three miles up the road. But you like being out on the road naked in the dark, don't you? Maybe you'd like to start walking, or I could give you a ride."

"Where's Brian?"

"He's in the back of my unit in handcuffs. See, he was in a little bit of a hurry and so I stopped him for speeding. He was acting a little hinky though. You know what I mean? Anyway I saw your clothes and asked him whose they were. I already knew, but that's what a cop does... asks questions he knows the answer to. I asked him if he bought any weed off Clark Mason, but I knew the answer to that too. See, we busted Clark a couple weeks ago and let him go on the condition that he cooperate with us. In fact, I told Clark to call Brian and tell him he had some real good stuff if he was interested and then Clark called me to tell me Brian just left. That doesn't sound too fair now, does it?"

Gwen shook her head in disbelief. "I want to see him."

"Oh, you will. In fact, if you and Brian are willing to cooperate like Clark, then no one even has to know that I detained him for questioning."

"Cooperate?"

Morrison smiled, "You just do what you two planned to do tonight, not smoking the pot of course, and I'll have a front row seat. It won't be the first time I've seen you two at it, you know. That night you tied yourself up on the pedestrian bridge... that was something, but I was on the upside watching with binoculars..." She was silent for a moment remembering. Brian had the mag light that night.

"He can't have that much pot. Only a couple joints."

"Oh, but I think he said something about bringing some back for the guys at school. There was a whole Ziploc full of joints behind his seat. It's enough with Clark's testimony to put him away for a couple of years. That would really put a kink in his college plans now, wouldn't it?" He smiled at her. "Now why don't you come on out from behind that wall?"

Gwen heaved a sigh in resignation and slowly stepped out from behind the wall covering herself. She had never felt so humiliated and started to cry.

Morrison didn't care. He smiled in satisfaction. Put your hands down at your sides and let me see the flip side. I already got a great view of the backside. 

Gwen moved her hands to cover her eyes and wipe away her tears and then put her hands down at her sides. Slowly Morrison approached her and walked a full circle around her. She had never felt so filthy. She brushed at her tears again.

"Can I see Brian? I want to see him."

"I can do that." Morrison left and returned with Brian in handcuffs. He had his head down in shame and was crying as well. She went to him and hid herself against him. He positioned himself to block Morrison's view.

"I'm so sorry, honey." She buried her face in his chest and nodded. Morrison had walked away from them studying the weights and ropes in the stall. "Don't do anything for him. You don't have to do anything for him."

"You'll go to jail if I don't. Did you really buy that much?"

"No. He must have gotten it from Clark before. It's his word against mine though and they'll believe him over me, especially if Clark testifies. It doesn't matter though. You are more important. I don't want you to do this for me."

"He said he's seen us before. On the pedestrian bridge. He was in the upper parking lot."

"This is different though. It's like paying for it. You are mine and I am yours. He is making it dirty. He is just using it to get his rocks off."

"She's really into bondage isn't she?" Morrison was studying the restraints in the stall. "I like this. I think that's what I want to see. She can tie herself up and you can stand on the stool until you come into her mouth."

Gwen pleaded with Brian with her eyes. "It's jail. I couldn't live with myself if you had to go to jail when I could stop it. It's just this once. Please, Brian, let's just get it over with."

Brian crumpled in tears, sobbing and shaking his head. Finally he nodded agreement and Gwen turned to Morrison and nodded. "If we do this, you don't charge him for anything and no one will know?"

"It'll just be our little secret."

Gwen nodded in agreement and turned to kiss Brian for comfort.

"Take his clothes off first and then kiss him."

Gwen paused for a moment until Brian nodded. He was not the exhibitionist she was and had always kept his clothes on as long as possible when he was filming or they weren't in private. His face was burning with shame. 

"You'll have to take the handcuffs off."

"Just pull the shirt off over his head and pull it down to his wrists."

Gwen looked at Brian in apology as she followed Morrison's orders. 

"Now the shorts."

Gwen removed the rest of his clothes.

"Now you can kiss him."

Gwen put her arms around Brian, but it was only to comfort him. He was trying without success to stop the tears.

"Not much of a man, is he? Has that much woman against his naked flesh and not the least bit of a rise out of him? Mmm mmm."

Gwen whispered in his ear. "Don't pay any attention to him. It's just you and me. Focus on me." Brian nodded and they kissed again as Gwen played her hands over his torso. She didn't want to be tied up any longer than she had to.

"I don't know if I can do this Gwen."

"The sooner we do, the sooner he'll leave."

Brian nodded and allowed Gwen to lead him to the stall. She pushed him back against the wall and turned to Morrison. "Can I take him here? I'd rather be on my knees."

Morrison smiled and nodded. "Fine with me."

Gwen knew it would be easier if she had her hands free. She kissed him again and played her hands all over him. When she took hold of his organ it was beginning to swell slightly. She knelt and brought it into her mouth as she reached up and stroked Brian's chest. He was coming up nicely when Morrison spoke again. 

"If that's all you ever get from him, maybe you should let a real man show you how it is." Brian died quickly and Gwen turned in anger.

"A real man would be getting some of his own instead of threatening other people with jail just so he could watch!"

Gwen threw her hands up to protect herself as Morrison raised his hand to strike her. Brian shouted, "No!" and Gwen looked at the deputy in defiance. "Go ahead! Is that what a real man does? Beats on a woman?" Morrison barely managed to stay his hand. She stared him down filled with anger until he backed off and smiled. She turned back to Brian and had to start again from scratch. 

It took much longer than normal, but he finally managed to come. 

Brian had tried to position himself to block Morrison's view as Gwen began to put on the restraints. That was when Morrison noticed the goggles. He put them on Brian and pushed him aside and then leered at Gwen as she tied her legs and then her hands and pushed the weights off the ledge. She never said a word and she never told Brian later how Morrison had touched her, or how he flashed her massaging himself to erection.  

She had to talk to Brian to let him know where she was. He tried to kiss her, but Morrison pushed him to his knees while he played with Gwen's breasts. 

"Leave enough cum for me to check. I want to know she's not just faking it."

She knew he was disappointed at how quickly she managed to come despite what he was doing. When Brian moved away from her Morrison stuck his middle finger inside of her and came to her face as he sucked on it. "Mmm, mmm, mmm."

Brian left shortly after Morrison did to get the truck and Gwen's clothes. He and Gwen spent the night in the barn comforting one another. It was the only place they could be together. His father noticed they were upset and asked Gwen about it a few days later. She told him they had a fight, but they were trying to work things out.

It was never the same after that. It was always desperate and forced, never fun. Even in Lincoln Morrison was always watching. He was always touching Gwen. Brian started drinking more and smoking more pot. And then in January she had gotten pregnant. She was taking the pills like always, but she ended up pregnant anyway. They had always talked about getting married when he finished school. He was twenty, she was eighteen, but when she told him about the baby he said he wasn't ready to have a child. 

That's when he broke it off. She had been stunned. His dad was counting on her to come for the lambing, but when she kept leaving the barn to throw up and when Brian didn't come home for the weekend he confronted her. She loved Brian's dad. His parents were more like family than hers. She had been numb when Brian broke up with her and broke down crying, admitting that she was pregnant. He hugged her, but then he told her to tell her mother. That was when she had gone to Nora. Nora held her hand and drove her home from the abortion clinic, but Gwen had gone to a place deep inside herself. Brian's mom and dad tried to talk to her once or twice after that. Her parents never even called. 

Then she began to notice the looks from people around town. Nora admitted telling one of her friends. Gwen heard Brian was seeing a girl at school. Nora checked her email one day and found Brian's website in her inbox sent to her by Gwen. He knew Gwen's password and when he found out that she had talked to his dad and that somehow everyone knew, he decided to send the link to everyone in her address book with the caption "Gwen naked". Not only that, but he had added text to the site that would get a hit on anything from her name to almost any key word. She got a one-word email in response from her mother that said "slut". Nora said Gwen could stay with her. 

Gwen buckled down and ignored the leers from boys and the down the nose looks from their mothers. She worked almost full time and studied until she fell asleep. She saved every dime she could and applied for scholarships and won them and sent a last minute application to Hudson and was accepted. She never talked to anyone there about it. Never talked about home. She just kept to herself and poured herself into her studies and worked two jobs weekends as a waitress to pay the bills. She never called Nora or her parents. Never talked to anyone from home. She never planned to go back there again. 

************

Gwen came back to the present as she heard the door to her cell click. She felt someone enter and could hear them breathing softly. It was probably Joseph again. He had checked on her periodically and spoken to her, but she hadn't spoken to him or anyone else since she had been dragged out of Julia's office. The feelings of betrayal were intense. All of the old pain was back. She had promised herself after Brian that she would never trust anyone again. It wasn't worth the pain. She would never allow herself to be emotionally vulnerable. She would never believe anything anyone told her. It wasn't until her sophomore year at Hudson that she hesitantly said yes when Cole asked her out. She reaffirmed those promises after Cole when she realized he only wanted sex with her. And now this.

She had lost track of time curled into a ball on the cot, but she knew it had to have been days because her stomach was rumbling with hunger. Still she wouldn't give in to them. She would just starve to death if they wouldn't let her go. Only now it was cold. There was no blanket on the cot, but the room had been comfortable before.

"I was thirteen when I came here. I lived in Connecticut. I was delivering papers at five in the morning when a jogger grabbed me off my bike and threw me into a van. Julia showed me the news releases later on the internet. I couldn't figure out why."


"I don't believe you. Go away."

"Maybe I'll show you some time."

"Go away."

Gwen had a sore throat the next time she woke. Her sleep had been troubled because her muscles were tense. She kept rubbing her arms to warm them, but it didn't do any good. It wasn't cold enough to kill her, she knew, but she was growing more and more miserable. Her feet were aching with the cold. The floor and one wall were concrete. The other three walls were cinderblock. The ceiling was suspended acoustical tiles. There was a dome like the ones in stores with a camera in it, she supposed, a fluorescent light and a night light. There were two ceiling vents, presumably one connected to the heat source and one connected to the cooling source. Everything was controlled from outside the room. There were light switches she could control, but they could be overridden. The cot was woven wire on a metal frame with a thin vinyl mattress. There was a commode and a flat of bottled water. There was a keypad to open the door.

She sat up as Joseph entered again. She stared greedily at his sweatshirt and sweatpants. "The hallway is warm. If you are willing to go with me I have something to show you." He looked at the torn flesh above her navel as she stood hugging her chest. "Where is the stud?"

She shrugged and walked past him. He pulled the door closed and she followed him down the hallway. He took her down a number of hallways. Each time he encountered a closed door he entered a code on a keypad next to it and the door would open. She was lost when he finally lead her down a dead-end hallway lined with several windows. Most of the rooms were dark, but he led her to the one that was lit. It had whips and other items hung on the wall, one wall had rings like the room in the back of the bar. There were two other sawhorse things in the room that could be used to strap people down hand and foot. 

There was a naked girl inside who appeared to be waiting. She was jittery and paced the floor. "They promised her drugs if she would cooperate." There was a tattoo of a skull and crossbones just below her navel. Gwen remembered that the girl who had put the stud in had the same tattoo. Joseph perceived the question and answered before she asked. "It means she has HIV. She came here the same day you did. She sold herself for several years for drugs. Because of the disease her choices are limited, but there are still clients who will use her. Clients who have the virus, clients who are willing to use a condom, clients who use other items to sodomize, clients who like torture, and in the end, clients who like to kill."

Gwen looked at him in shock. Her attention was only drawn away as a naked male entered the room and the girl crouched in the corner. She couldn't watch, but Joseph forced her to listen as the girl screamed in terror and then in pain. Joseph made Gwen stay until she dropped to her knees, her stomach heaving. Even her hands over her ears couldn't block out the screams. Finally Joseph led her back down the hall away from the noise. Her legs could hardly hold her. Again she dropped to her knees and wretched. He stood next to her and watched until she was done. Nothing had come up. She had nothing in her stomach. Joseph took her by the upper arm and helped her to stand. He stood close to her face despite the smell. She tried to back as far away from him as she could, but the wall was impregnable. She was sobbing uncontrollably and trembling violently. She could feel his breath as he whispered.

"She will never see a room that is not concrete. She will have bruises for the rest of her life. Her life will be short. She will be begging for that last client in the end."

He backed away slightly. His face was impassive as she struck out at him verbally, 

"Why do you do this?"

"I don't. I told you I was brought here as a prisoner when I was young."

Gwen shook her head. She still didn't believe him. The girl's screams echoed in her head as Joseph led her down the hallway. She hugged herself, tears streaming in frozen misery.




The Brothel Ch. 05



"That diamond stud is invaluable protection to you. Along with that stud comes Adam's recommendation. Every client is influenced by his recommendation. Because you didn't understand, I will allow you to find it and clean it and tomorrow I will bring you back to Rachel to put it back on. Now that you do know however, you will be expected to cooperate or you will face painful consequences. Do you understand?" Gwen nodded mutely. "There are rewards for cooperation. This first is a grander gesture than others. It is based solely on your decision to speak with me and leave the room at my request. It is symbolic of your change of heart and your desire to be obedient. It also serves our purposes." He opened a door for her and she entered another room. It was a lavish bathroom with plush dark blue carpeting. The shower was lined with dark grey marble tile. Gwen headed right for it without waiting for permission. There were multiple showerheads and more than ample water pressure. She couldn't turn it as hot as she wanted at first because she was so cold that the water stung her skin. She wasn't too surprised when Joseph joined her.

She spoke through her tears without looking at him, "Do I have to be with you to stay?"

"No."

She nodded and put her head under the stream. Joseph stood near her without touching her. She turned the water warmer as she could tolerate the stinging of her skin. Despite her horror she was filled with a strange sense of gratitude to feel the warm water running across her body. Joseph handed her a bottle of shampoo and she lathered her hair. Her eyes were closed as she spoke, "Lisa is here too?"

"Yes."

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine."

"Can I see her?"

"Not for a while. She is in training."

"Like me?"

"Yes."

"Will Adam use her?"

Gwen noticed that Joseph paused at her bitterness and her wording.

"If he chooses." 

She nodded and rinsed her hair.

"Are you feeling better?"

She nodded again. She was warm at least, but her stomach was still roiling and she was so frightened. She was cowed though and stood with her head down trying to control her tears. She didn't want to show her weakness. There was anger. She tried to hang on to that. She wondered if the outside world had even noticed that she was missing. She knew her parents wouldn't care. Nora might. No one else.

"I want to go back."

"I'm sorry honey."

She felt his hand brush hers and flinched away. He backed off as she turned her face to the water so he wouldn't see her tears. He waited until she managed to get her tears under control before handing her a bottle of body wash. He stood away from her as she lathered and rinsed and handed her a towel from a high shelf when she cut the water off. Most of her tears had been spent over the days in her cell. He dried himself off as she did and ran the towel over his head before throwing it in a bin in the corner of the bathroom. Gwen wrapped the towel around her hair.

"Are you hungry?"

Gwen nodded.

"I'll order some food." He opened another door that fed off the bathroom and turned on a switch. A light came on on the other side of the door. "Something else for you to enjoy." Gwen walked past him and peered around the door. The light came from a tanning bed. There was a basket of eye protectors on a small table to the side and an empty basket that had a sign on it that said, "used". There was a timer on the wall also. "You tan easily. Twenty minutes should be fine. In the meantime I'll get the food and come back for you. You won't be able to leave. The door to the bathroom will be locked." He waited for Gwen to position herself in the bed and handed her eye protectors and then set the timer and closed the bed. 

Gwen welcomed the heat seeping into her knotted muscles. She was asleep when the buzzer sounded and the bed turned off. She didn't even remember succumbing. Joseph entered the door and opened the bed. He had put the sweat pants back on. He offered his hand and helped her stand. She was dizzy at first, probably from lack of food. He led her into the bathroom where a small table had been set up with two place settings. There were salads and a basket of buttered dark bread. Gwen dug in quickly, but all too soon she was full and her stomach wasn't happy. Joseph noticed and pushed his own plate away. "We should talk. You can take a bite here and there once this settles." Gwen nodded. 

"How long have I been here?"

"You came in early Thursday morning. We woke you up Thursday afternoon. It is Monday morning now."

Gwen merely nodded. "That wasn't me at the bar. I don't know what happened. I wouldn't have done that under normal circumstances. I know I was a little drunk, but that just wasn't me."

"Dom put Ecstasy in your drink."

Gwen just looked at him and then sighed in frustration.

"I was watching you when we looked at the website. It was painful for you to see him. How long has it been?"

"Two years."

Joseph nodded. "You probably don't trust me now. I wouldn't blame you."

"You work with Dom."

"We brought a lot of that pain back for you." Gwen pressed her lips together. "I'm sorry."

"Then let me go."

Joseph studied her and she met his gaze. "It's beyond my power." He waited until she sat back and looked away from him. "I was angry for a long time."

She waved his comment away dismissively, "How many people are here?"

"Hmm?"

"In this place? What did Julia call it? A brothel? How many prisoners are in this brothel?"

"Three hundred and seventy-two. It can hold five hundred, but the population is based on demand."

"How many men?"

"Ninety-two men. Two hundred eighty women."

"And all of them...?"

Joseph smiled, "Most of them. All of them have, but the older ones aren't requested so much anymore and so to avoid death they have opted to fulfill other necessary functions. They cook or clean or do laundry, work in the infirmary. Some do administrative tasks like scheduling appointments or purchasing. Some run the spa or give massages. Some do phone sex. Some work on the set of the porn films we shoot."

"But eventually they are all 'disposed of'?"

It was Joseph's lips that thinned this time and he nodded.

"What happens to the bodies?"

"We have a crematory."

"Great. How many clients come through in a day?"

"Average is two hundred and ninety-three. Weekends more, special events more."

"I don't think I'm ready to hear about the special events."

"Probably not."

"So how many will use me in a day?"

"You're new and young and beautiful. You will wear the diamond stud. You will be busy. From six to ten a day, I think."

"What do you do to control STD's?"

"We vaccinate against herpes. We run tests on new clients as they enter. Blood and urine. They have to wear a condom until they are medically cleared for HIV. We run urine tests on returning clients. If a returning client happens to bring in a disease, we notify them, and we have medication to treat whomever they were with. Those they were with wear a band around their wrist and they are to be 'used' with condoms only until they are cleared."

"How many have bands on?"

"Now? Six, I think."

"How often does someone get HIV?"

"Only two have contracted it in here in the last five years. Twenty or thirty did in the beginning, but after that all the clients and the males here were made to wear condoms. Now the testing is better. The rest of the people who have the tattoos came in with the disease."

"How many have tattoos?"

"Twenty-three."

"What do you do to prevent pregnancy?"

"Female staff members are given Seasonale. It is the new birth control pill where you don't get your period."

"What happens if someone gets pregnant anyway?"

"The baby is aborted." He shrugged as she watched him. "We have a sterile procedure room. We have among our clients doctors of all kinds and dentists and oral surgeons, anesthesiologists, pharmacists..."

"Perverts." It maddened her that he remained so passive. "How many clients like to kill... what are we called?"

"Once you have passed orientation you are a member of the staff."

"How many clients like to kill 'staff members'?"

"More than you would think, but it is a very expensive habit. When one requests it, or the decision is made for them, they are put out to bid."

"Like on ebay."

"Pretty much. Even the older ones get a good price."

"And all of them are tortured first."

"Pretty much."

"I suppose you sell tickets to watch."

"And DVD's."

"So the winner wears a Zorro mask?"

"Whatever it takes to hide his or her identity from the outside world in case the DVD should fall into the wrong hands."

"How many are on the auction block now?"

"No one now. It happens quickly."

"Where are we?"

"In a warehouse. The complex is six stories tall. There are no windows to the outside that I am aware of."

"Where is the warehouse?"

"I don't know."

"I don't believe you."

Joseph shrugged.

"When was the complex built?"

"In the late 60's."

"Who owns this... enterprise?"

"A corporation. A number of investors."

"Mob?"

"Yes."

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Joseph pointed to another door.

When Gwen returned she sat and waited and so Joseph spoke.

"So tell me about yourself Gwen."

"I'm a white female, nineteen, five foot six, one hundred ten pounds, thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-three, dark hair and eyes, dark complexion, long legs, a cunt."

"Gwen." He sounded hurt.

"Dianna. I'm an object to be used. The rest doesn't matter any more. Don't worry though. I'm a waitress. I was one anyway. I understand that if you are nice to the customers you'll get a better tip. Tell me what I need to know."

"Fine." Joseph leaned forward and crossed his forearms on the edge of the table. "You will be known as Dianna from now on. You are not to discuss your previous life with clients. You are not to ask them to contact the police or family or friends on your behalf. You are not to pass on personal information of any kind about any of the other staff members to clients. You are free to discuss anything you wish with the others who live here.

"You are expected to keep yourself clean. There is a hair salon, manicure supplies, perfumes, lotions, spa facilities, exercise facilities. There's even a pool. You are required to perform sex acts with your trainers. You are welcome to participate in sex on a volunteer basis with the others who live here. You are also welcome to refuse to participate in extra-curricular sex.

"You are expected to be pleasant and professional with clients at all times. You will be expected to do as clients ask with them or other members of the staff. As I mentioned before, we also produce movies that are marketed. You will be required to participate in those. Both the movie from the bar and your performance with Adam are already on the market.

"There is an internal email system where your schedule for the day will be posted. You will be sent a profile of each client listing his preferences, likes and dislikes. You will be expected to cater to those. You will also receive email from clients and be expected to respond. All email is read as it comes in and goes out. 

"During your training period you will be rotated among designated trainers, both male and female. They will report directly to me. Your attitude will be very important. Your performance is very important.

"You are one of the fortunate ones. You like sex. I know you're not where you want to be, but you have no choice about that. Since you have to be here, you might as well take enjoyment where it can be found. The harshness of the stone makes the flower more precious."

Gwen pondered his last statement, "A hot shower."

Joseph smiled, "Your room will be warm when you return."

"Is there any other sort of entertainment?"

"A library, a video library, we get a lot of the latest movies. We have a game room, ping pong, pool, cards, board games. Try and eat some more, then I'll give you a tour. You are scheduled for a physical exam and blood work later, and to have your teeth checked and cleaned."

Gwen nodded. 

Joseph ate more with her and watched her silently. He spoke as they stood, "The towel stays here." She cringed and then walked to the bin and took the towel off her hair. As they left the room he held the door for her. She found his manners odd for her situation. "Did they teach you your manners?"

"They did. And I am required to use them."

"How come you can wear clothes and I can't?"

"Once we pass a certain level of training staff members can wear clothes if they choose."

"How long before I can reach that level?"

"It depends on the individual. You do have some control over how fast things go. We have discovered that if we press some people it ruins them."

"I guess you would want to protect your investments." Joseph didn't miss her cynicism. "I want clothes."

Joseph nodded. "I understand."

He led her to the library first. It was an L-shaped room twenty feet by twelve with another alcove twelve by twelve. It had industrial carpeting and two seating areas. The walls were painted cinderblock covered with plain shelving filled with books. It reminded her of her high school library. A man stood from his reading as they entered. Gwen flushed with embarrassment at her nudity and folded her arms across her breasts as Joseph nodded in greeting and the man approached. "John, this is Dianna. She is new this week. I'm giving her the tour." He turned to Gwen, "This is John."

John took note of her self-consciousness. He held out his hand in greeting and looked into her eyes as she shook his hand. "It will get easier after a while. It's nice to meet you." Gwen smiled ruefully. He looked to be in his late thirties and had on a loose pair of pajama shorts that rode low on his hips. "You like to read then?" Gwen nodded. "What do you like?"

"I haven't read much other than text books the last six months."

"We have some if you like." She couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone. He responded in kind. "May I recommend something then?" He looked from Gwen to Joseph and both nodded. Gwen went to look at the shelves as John left her to look for the book he wanted. There were sections marked romances, classics, historical, etc. John returned and handed her a small tattered paperback. It was 'Man's Search for Meaning' by Victor Frankl. He noted the scab on her navel as he handed her the book and exchanged a look with Joseph. He spoke as she looked up, "It might help." Gwen nodded. She gave it to Joseph as he offered to hold it. He slipped it into his back pocket. 

Before they left Joseph opened a door to a room off the library in between the two L's. The room was dark. "This is where the training videos and books are kept."

Joseph continued the tour taking her through the game room nearby and then on to the salons and spa. He introduced her to whomever they met along the way. Most of the females wore only thongs. None of them were the least bit aware of their lack of modesty. Most took silent note of her navel.

"Do you do anything to watch your figure?"

"Not really. I run and lift, but not for that. I started running a couple years ago."

"Why?" Gwen shook her head and he understood.

The next stop was the gym. There was a woman on the treadmill in a room off to the side. The weight room was empty. Joseph watched as Gwen walked through looking at the free weights and leg machines.

"You like to lift?"

Gwen nodded. She had started running feverishly after the incident with Morrison. It was a way to get rid of the stress. When she came to Hudson she added lifting. It had given her a small sense of empowerment. Gradually she discovered she loved it and carved a space in her busy schedule for that reason alone.

"I'll schedule you to come with me if you like." Gwen shook her head. The thought of lying on her back on a bench with her legs spread was humiliating. 

"If I had clothes."

"After you are trained then."

"So are you in charge of all the training?"

"I am one of three under Julia's direction. Christopher trains the males. He trains females also, but neither Robby or I work with the males. I am in charge of you and a young runaway we've decided to call Katy. The girl you saw first and a pro that was brought in the same night won't require much time. Christopher is in charge of them in addition to the male that came in with you. Robby has Lisa and another girl about your age. We write a report for Julia each evening to keep her apprised and we meet with her every few days."

They entered the room that housed the indoor pool. There were two women making out in the water. They broke apart when Gwen and Joseph entered. Joseph introduced her. Gwen noticed that his voice lacked some of the warmth that she had seen with the others he had introduced her to. "Dianna this is Stacy and Jill. Jill and Stacy, Dianna. They will be assisting with a portion of your training." As he spoke they both pulled themselves out of the water. They circled her like cats, smiling, as they looked her over. 

Gwen couldn't help but shy away and reached for Joseph's hand as Jill moved to touch her breasts. He shielded her and a look from him was enough to wipe the smile from Jill's face. His voice was tight, "Soon enough, Jill." She smiled again slyly and the girls both dove back into the water as he tightened his grip on her hand and led her from the room. He didn't speak again until the door swung shut. "Watch yourself around them. They are both predatory. You have to go through that portion of the training, but Julia or I will be with you the whole time. In the halls though, we have problems with them. They rarely speak, except to each other. They are more like animals."

"Cats."

"Yes."

"I could swim without clothes." Joseph looked at her in confusion. He was still distracted thinking about the girls. He smiled when he understood what she meant. 

"We'll do that then." Gwen nodded as he heaved a subdued cleansing sigh. It was an unconscious gesture on his part. Gwen thought he must do it frequently. "That's pretty much it then, other than the infirmary. I'll show you that tonight when you go for your check up. If you can eat again, I will take you to the dining room and that will end our tour." He turned as Gwen stopped.

"I haven't seen the crematory." Joseph deflated slightly. "I want to see it all, Joseph. Everything." 

He continued to study her for a moment. "It's going to take a lot longer." She shrugged and pegged him with her stare. Reluctantly he acquiesced and led her away sighing. He showed her most of the rest of the complex. Some places he didn't have access to. He showed her the special events rooms and living quarters for the trained staff. He showed her what he called the trick rooms. They were small and held only a bed or a table or a chair like the one she had been so eager to use with Adam.

Some had no furniture, only restraints hanging from the ceiling or mounted to the wall. Some had leather-covered sawhorses with tie downs. There was a hot tub in one and a shower in another. Some were in use. There was a waiting room for the clients with erotic magazines spread on the table and a reception desk. There was a bathroom with a shower at the end of the hall. He showed her the laundry and the studio where movies were filmed. He answered her questions and spoke in short sentences. 

He became silent though as he led her into an area similar to the torture room he had shown her first. He grew somber as they approached, and led her through a door into a darkened room. When he didn't turn the light on she felt for his hand. He stood silently for a moment and she heard him sigh before he opened another door and led her into another room. She let go his hand when he turned on the lights. She had to shield her eyes against the glare. She was inside a pie-shaped room in the corner of two solid walls facing a curved panel of glass that extended floor to ceiling. On the other side of the glass she could see bleachers that would seat thirty or forty people. On the near side in the ceiling tracks were mounted that held cameras. The other two walls were painted cinderblock and the floor was concrete. The cinderblock wall to her right had restraints hanging from metal eyes set in concrete. Immediately to her left was a concrete slab tilted at a seventy-five degree angle facing the center of the glass. There were tie downs on the slab. In front of it was a drain. Between the slab and corner where the glass wall met the cinderblock was the same rack she had seen in the first room mounted on the wall with whips and other instruments of torture. Under the rack was a metal tool cabinet. 




The Brothel Ch. 05



"The sacrifice room." His voice was quiet, but harsh as he continued. "Do you want to see what is in the drawers?"

Gwen shook her head. She hoped she wouldn't vomit. "You've seen someone killed here?" When he didn't speak she looked at him. He was standing with his head down. His stance was wide and his fists were clenched. He sighed again and nodded. "Then let's get you out of here."

He led her into the next room again and turned the lights to the sacrifice room off before pulling the door closed behind them. The room they were in was pitch black. Gwen found his hand again as he backed into the wall. She heard his strangled sob and squeezed his hand in silence. She moved closer standing with her cheek touching his for a moment before he pulled her into his arms and broke down sobbing. She just held him until he quieted and turned the lights on. 

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand without looking at her. She turned to see a large incinerator that covered one wall. "The crematory."

They went through a series of rooms next. The adjacent room held a smaller incinerator Joseph explained was for burning trash. The next was a dock with a truck ramp leading to an exterior entrance. It smelled of garbage and there was a large bin at the bottom of the ramp on one side. "One truck comes to deliver supplies and one truck comes to pick up trash. Both are driven by the man who brought you here. There are a dozen drivers who know where the complex is located. They all work for the mob.

"There are two garage doors," he gestured to multiple cameras around the room. "The room is checked and the doors sealed magnetically before the garage door can open."

The next door led into a large storage room filled with tall industrial shelving and countless supplies. He studied his hand on the next doorknob for a moment. He seemed to be gathering himself and sighed again before he led her through to the back of the kitchen. No trace of sadness showed on his face as he introduced her to the people working there. Two were females in their sixties and two were males in their fifties. They were all fully clothed and happy to see Joseph, though surprised to see him enter through the back door. 

He greeted one of the females, named Edith, familiarly and hugged her. Despite her embarrassment Gwen noticed as his façade slipped for an instant and saw that Edith could tell just from the nature of the hug that he was upset. Edith backed him away, holding him by the biceps, but he just smiled again and said they were famished. 

He led Gwen quickly toward the front of the kitchen and around a partition into a dining area. It was full of people and Gwen backed quickly behind the partition again. Her nerves were so frayed from the continual shame and the emotional trauma of the last few days that she thought she might break down in tears again. She pled with her eyes not to have to enter the room as Joseph turned and returned to her. He simply nodded, "Maybe Edith won't mind if we eat in the office." Gwen nodded gratefully. A flower among the stones.

She sat on a napkin. She ate a little, but not much, Joseph the same, and neither talked. He looked at a clock on the wall and told her it was time for them to head to the infirmary.

Again she followed him through a labyrinth of hallways. He sat with her in a waiting room after checking with an elderly receptionist. There was another man in his fifties reading a magazine next to the door. The look he exchanged with Joseph let her know that his presence was for a purpose. Gwen was taken into the back quickly with Joseph at her side as she submitted to a female in her late forties in a lab coat who weighed her and took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She filled a cup with urine at a commode in full view and then the woman took her measurements with a tape measure and took a full-body picture of her front and back with a digital camera. She entered all the information in a computer in relative silence as Gwen filled out medical history forms on a clipboard the woman had handed her. She had no medical history other than the abortion and she left it off the chart. Gwen was the first to speak when the woman took out a rubber tourniquet and set up tubes and a packaged needle for taking her blood.

"What kind of training do you have to be doing this?"

The woman smiled. "Better than a phlebotomist. I am a drug addict." She pulled back her lab coat from her arm to reveal a line of faded scars in her anicube. "I can hit the tiniest and deepest vein you want." She took Gwen's arm and put the tourniquet in place. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

Next Gwen was led to a dental chair and the same woman covered her with a lead apron, took x-rays and cleaned her teeth. When that was done she and Joseph were left in an exam room. He gestured and she took a seat on the table. 

"More efficient than any doctor's office I've ever been to."

Joseph looked up at her. He had been lost in his thoughts. "I guess. I don't remember."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"You are favored here."

"I am cooperative. I am responsible. I am trustworthy."

"Should I trust you?"

"If you want to."

"Do you like me?"

He thought for a moment. "I think you have spunk. I think you have talent. I think you have courage. I admire those qualities. I appreciated your comfort. I am looking forward to getting to know you better."

"You said before that I was beautiful. Do you want to have sex with me?"

He didn't answer and she couldn't read his face. They both turned as a man in a lab coat entered. He carried a clipboard and had a stethoscope around his neck.

"I'm Jordan. I'm an internist. A general practice medical doctor for adults. When was the last time you had a medical exam?"

"I don't know. Probably when I was fourteen or so. I feel fine."

"Have you had a pap smear?"

Gwen lied, "No."

"Stand up for me."

Gwen stood.

"Turn around slowly." He spoke as she complied. "When was your last period?"

"It's due to start in the next day or two."

"Do you have any problems with your period?"

"No."

"You look healthy enough."

She sat as he gestured. He approached and she had to force herself to sit still as he shown a light in her eyes and then picked up an instrument and looked in her ears and up her nose. He had her open her mouth and checked her throat before palpating her lymph nodes and the back of her neck. He laid her down and did a breast exam and palpated her upper and lower abdomen. He felt the length of her arms and rotated the joints and then did the same to her legs. He looked at Joseph and then back to her as he pulled out stirrups from the bottom of the exam table. 

Gwen rolled her eyes and sighed in dismay as he placed her feet in the stirrups. He pulled on her thighs. "I need you to slide your hips toward me." She gritted her teeth and complied. She felt the speculum enter her vaginal canal and the soft pinch as he took a sample. He entered her with his fingers and palpated her uterus and ovaries and then entered her rectum and did the same. When he was done he sat looking at her with her legs spread until Joseph cleared his throat. The doctor patted her knee and helped her to sit up.

Joseph walked her to her room in silence. When they arrived she was grateful to see that the vinyl mattress had been replaced with a full box spring and mattress with sheets, pillow and blanket.

He pulled the book out of his pocket and handed it to her and then sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"It is what I would have recommended for you to read also." Gwen nodded and set it next to her on the bed.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I know." He leaned back on his hands and shrugged. "I thought about my answer though. I can't explain it all to you, and I don't want you to misunderstand, but I don't want to 'use' you." He shrugged again. "I think you are beautiful. And in case you're wondering I would choose to be heterosexual if I had a choice. But the next few weeks won't be easy for you and what I want most of all is for you to not lose your humanity. That smile you gave John in the library was beautiful. The hug you gave me in the crematory. I want you to know that I see more than that nineteen-year-old female you described to me while we were eating in the bathroom. I hope you won't blame me for the things you will go through. I would understand if you do though. I just want to do whatever I can to help you get through it. I am your friend if you will have me." Gwen watched him in silence. "Do you believe me?"

"I don't know."

Joseph smiled, "At least you're honest." He pulled her up as he stood and pulled her covers back for her. She just watched him as he tucked her in and sat down next to her. He leaned over her with his hands on either side of her balancing himself. "Today wasn't all bad, was it?" Gwen shook her head. "Good then." He kissed her on the temple and left her.



The Brothel Ch. 06



*** This work is my own and may not be republished without permission

FRANKL

Gwen was reading when Joseph tapped on her door and entered. She sat up with her legs crossed under the sheets.

He sat and tapped the book. "What do you think?"

"I finished it last night. I'm reading it again. It's very appropriate." Joseph merely nodded. "I have some requests. If you can't fulfill them it's fine, but if I don't ask I'll never know." She continued as Joseph nodded again. "A pen or a pencil and a notebook. Spiral is fine. Whatever you have. I'll need tampons." Joseph nodded.

"We'll start you on birth control a few days into your period."

She nodded and he waited knowing there was more, "A chair? Something other than the commode to sit on." Joseph smiled.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Joseph?"

"There's more?" She smiled at his playfulness before growing serious.

"I appreciate that you didn't react to my anger yesterday."

He shook his head, "Everyone is angry when they come here."

"But maybe it isn't your fault."

"You believe me?"

"I don't know, but I'm willing to accept it as a possibility. I need a friend. I'm not very good at trust though."

Joseph nodded, "It's more than I expected."

"How much control can I have over my training?"

"As much as I am willing to give you."

"Can I see the checklist?"

Joseph looked at her a moment pondering. "I'm not sure you want to."

"There are things I have to face. I do better if I can prepare mentally first."

"I didn't want to take you to see the girl yesterday. It was protocol."

Gwen shrugged. "Okay." She watched him a moment longer. "I want to meet everyone. I want to get to know everyone. I would appreciate it if you could give me input on what they are like. I would like to volunteer to work in addition to my training. I would like to work everywhere I can, the laundry, the kitchen, housekeeping, the infirmary, the spa. I would like to learn how to give massages. Everywhere except the torture area, but I could clean there I think." She saw the surprise as Joseph nodded. "Is there any sort of counseling service here? Or any sort of formal support groups for the things that people go through?"

"No. People talk informally. There are a few books in the training library on dealing with sexual trauma. I talk to John that you met in the library. He is good at keeping confidences."

Gwen nodded.

"I may be required to read what you write in your notebook."

"I can accept that. Can I read what you write about me?"

Joseph shrugged with a little grin. "Most of it. If you want."

Gwen nodded and crawled from under the blankets stooping to pick up an item from the flat of water bottles. She handed Joseph the stud as she sat next to him. He studied it in his hand for a moment before putting it in the coin pocket in his shorts. "Can I ask you another question?" He nodded. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." 

"Okay."

"Do you have any extra-curricular sex?"

He looked at his hands for a moment before he answered. That little sigh came first. "No." Gwen waited as he paused. "I have always only done what I was required to do." He glanced at her sideways. She nodded. Her next question she spoke in a whisper.

"Do you think I'm a slut?"

Joseph put his arm around her shoulders quickly pulling her close and put his forehead against her temple whispering in her ear. "I think you loved Brian. I think you loved being with him and had no intention of being with anyone else. I think that you never intended for those pictures and videos to become so available. I think that you were under the influence of the Ecstasy at the bar. The Tylenol Julia gave you had some in it as well. It probably affected your actions here with Adam. I think maybe you made some bad choices, but everyone does that. I don't think you are a slut. I'm sorry you are here." He backed off to look at her, but Gwen just stared at her hands in her lap, overcome with the power of his words. She didn't know why they were so important to her. Finally she nodded and heaved her own little sigh.

"What are we doing today?"

He slapped his hands to his thighs and stood. "The pool first, shower, and then breakfast. Then I can show you the list if you're sure."

Gwen pushed herself in the pool. Her arms gave out, but she kicked on her back and stroked when she could. Joseph did laps in the adjacent lane and then rested with his back to the wall at one end until she finished finally, exhausted. Other people passed through the room, but no one joined them in the pool. He had taken his shorts off. He said no one was allowed to wear clothes in the pool. When she was done he led her to a public shower between the gym and pool. The water pressure was ample, but there was no privacy at all. Not even to use the toilets. Joseph shrugged in apology and she turned her back as he sat. He returned to the shower when he was done and washed himself without speaking. 

"We can eat in your room if you want."

"I'll eat in the cafeteria. I'm going to have to get used to it. I might as well start."

"Good. You can start meeting people."

"Okay."

"Let's stop by Rachel's and get that stud put in on the way."

"Okay. Does Adam come often?"

"Once or twice a week."

"How many people are in his 'order'?"

"Forty-two. All women. You'll see the pecking order as you see the studs. Right now you are number one. The girl you displaced is Colleen. She wears a pearl. She won't be happy. You'll have to watch out for her also. The word is already out that Adam has another member, but Rachel is told never to reveal the stud until the girl comes out of her room. The rest of the girls have smaller gems of various colors. He has one remaining stud that is reserved for a virgin. He will name her Eve."

"What are we required to do?"

"The girls who wear the studs are required to bow to him, as you did the first time, whenever he enters a room. Other than that you do whatever he requests."

"Has anyone pulled a stud out before?"

"About half do."

"How many people come here who are virgins?"

"Dom has brought us three through chat rooms on the internet."

"And they weren't acceptable to Adam?"

"Two were boys. And the girl was too young for him... Adam has certain tastes. He will be particular."

"I can't imagine him being the first." Joseph didn't respond. "A lot of the clients are members of the mob?"

"Yes."

"Is Adam?"

"He is an associate. He helps them out with background checks on the clients who come here. This complex has been in operation for thirty-six years and so far it hasn't attracted the attention of law enforcement. They are very cautious about clients and acquiring new talent. And no one has ever escaped to tell their tale."

"How young is the youngest?"

"One of the internet boys was ten. The girl was twelve."

"Damn."

"Yeah." 

"Did you train her?"

"Julia did. She trains any female virgins."

*********

Rachel sighed a knowing sigh and smiled in anticipation as Gwen entered with Joseph. She pointed to the table and Gwen climbed on and lay back. This time Rachel inserted the stud slowly. Gwen kept her expression and breathing even through it all. She wouldn't even grind her teeth. She smiled at Rachel as she finished and sat up. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Gwen didn't miss the confusion in her eyes.

"Can you come now?" Rachel looked to Joseph. His face showed no emotion. Gwen could tell she wanted to. She nodded encouragement. "I'd like for you to come with us." Rachel shrugged.

"Okay."

All the way to the cafeteria Gwen plied her with questions and she answered. At first the answers were terse. She kept looking to Joseph wondering whether he wanted her to give Gwen answers. Joseph made no indication one way or another and under Gwen's questioning she began to open up. She had been a drug addict on the streets and had come to the brothel at seventeen with the disease. She had been there six years. They had treated her for the drugs and she wasn't allowed to have them anymore. She had come with some of the tattoos and a number of piercings. Her navel ring and tongue piercing had been removed. She had been allowed to keep a nipple piercing as well as a row of piercings along her genitalia. She had a boyfriend, Trey, in the brothel who was thirty-six and dying of AIDS. He had been a porn actor when he contracted the disease. The studio he worked for was mob owned. No one who had the disease was medicated. He was also a tattoo artist and had done the rest of the work on her. She had discovered she liked torture after coming to the brothel. 

"Why is it that you like it?"

Rachel shrugged and looked at Joseph and then back to Gwen.

"I am just trying to understand. I'm not judging you. Most people would be afraid."

Rachel nodded and Gwen could see her mind working behind her eyes. Her eyes had been veiled the first time Gwen met her. This time they had a sadistic glimmer at first followed by a small hint of respect when Gwen had not flinched. That was followed by hesitation and tentativeness at the invitation to eat, and now a curiosity. She wanted to answer the question, but she was afraid that they would both think she was crazy. No one but Trey had wanted to know before. None of the people who didn't have the tattoo ever paid much attention to the ones who did.

"It is... cathartic... penance for choices I've made. Things I've done."

Gwen couldn't hide her surprise.

"It's true."

"I believe you. I just didn't expect that answer. Are you ever afraid?"

Sadness crossed her face followed by the hard mask. "Not for me. I deserve what I get."

Gwen took her hand. "For Trey." Rachel looked at her and the mask fell away revealing pain Gwen couldn't even begin to understand. Gwen met her gaze and then came cheek to cheek with her. "Be my friend. I don't know how it works in here, but find me, or email me, or get someone to find Joseph. Just, be my friend, please." Gwen backed away. Rachel was in a daze, not believing, but she managed to nod. "I want to meet Trey." Rachel nodded again and then smiled, an open, friendly, warm smile that Joseph had never seen before. Gwen turned to him and smiled too and grasped his hand as she slipped her arm around Rachel's waist. They received multiple looks as the hallway became busier closer to the dining room. 

Gwen stopped outside the room and glanced at Joseph, "Whenever you're ready." She nodded gathering herself. 

"They'll be staring at you, but only half of the reason will be to see the new girl. Walking in with me will create even more of a stir. I don't remember the last time I ate in the dining hall."

Gwen smiled at her and then nodded to Joseph. It was just what she needed to hear. "Then let's go stir the pot." Joseph gave her a silly grin and held the door for the two girls. Gwen entered with Rachel. There were sixty or seventy people inside and as they entered someone began banging a spoon on a glass. People started looking around and then saw Gwen. She desperately wanted to hide herself against Rachel or Joseph, but she caught a smile of encouragement from Rachel. She turned as Joseph spoke. "Everyone, this is Dianna." Some of them waved or raised their glasses. Some of them smiled. Some whistled. All of them stared. She managed to smile and wave back. A beautiful Asian girl with straight hair looked her over from head to toe and turned disdainfully back to the man she was eating with. Joseph whispered to Gwen. "Lia, Colleen's friend." Gwen nodded. She saw John reading the paper alone at a table and approached him smiling. He glanced up and looked from her to Rachel. 

"Can we join you?"

He smiled at them all. "Of course."

They returned to his table after going through line. Gwen forced herself to stand straight and greet people who approached with a smile. Some were the people she met the day before. Some were new. No one with a navel post approached her. Joseph introduced everyone and all of them took note of the diamond. John offered to let her sit between him and the wall, but she forced a smile and sat across from him and invited Rachel to sit next to her.

"I don't know where you hide 'em in that outfit, but you got a pair!"

Joseph grinned as he sat, "I think you're right about that."

Rachel buttered her bread, "They're overrated anyway." 

John smiled at Rachel, "It's good to see you, Rachel. I think about you all the time."

Rachel studied him, "Dianna talked me into coming out of my cave."

Gwen smiled at her. "It's a shame to hide the artwork."

John smiled at Gwen. "Your hair is wet."

"We went swimming. My arms feel like noodles."

"Joseph always has been one for keeping in shape." Gwen stirred applesauce into her oatmeal and ate it quickly. "Have you started the book?"

"Started and finished it. I'm reading it again. I asked Joseph for a notebook so I could take notes."

"You can have dignity. Even in here."

"Maybe it will come with time. I don't happen to feel very dignified at the moment."

"None of the others would ever guess. You are doing very well."

"I appreciate the words of encouragement. You are a kind man. I asked Joseph if they had any counselors or group therapy here. He said he talks to you. He said you are good at keeping confidences." Gwen glanced at Rachel. John followed her glance, but Rachel was stirring her yogurt and didn't see the look. 

Rachel stood when she finished, "I should go."

Gwen reached for her hand, "I meant what I said." Rachel nodded.

John stood, "I'm finished. I'll walk with you if you don't mind. Maybe I'll look in on Trey."

Rachel nodded and they cleared their dishes and left Gwen and Joseph to themselves. 

"You sure don't mince words." He sipped at his juice. "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it."

"She's a human being."

"John and Trey are friends. He'll see him now. It's hard knowing someone is dying."

"Do you know how long he has?"

"No. Our paths don't cross. He does his tricks and then keeps to himself. I could find out."

Gwen nodded, "I want to check with her tomorrow to see if he'll meet me."

"We can." He gestured with his head. "Let's get out of here. I'll show you the email and we'll get the check lists and our schedules."

"Where are the heating and air conditioning units?"

Joseph gave her a curious look, "I'm told they are on the roof. That way, workers can get to them if they need service. The mob has access to any kind of contractors they need though. They brought them in when they upgraded the security system. They put in all the keypads and the magnetic locks on the doors."

They stopped at a small office opposite her room. Joseph entered and printed off several sheets of paper and put them on a clipboard. Then he showed her the computer and how to check her email. They set up a password for her account, which Joseph wrote down. There was a message from Adam along with several pictures from their encounter. Joseph read it over her shoulder. "You can respond to it later. And here's where you click to send email within the complex. It isn't monitored, or rather, it is only sporadically monitored." 

"Can I email Lisa?"

"No. Once both of you have passed off the first level of training you will be able to see her or email her. Until then, you can't. It's for good reasons." He emailed requesting a chair and end table for her room and emailed Rachel about meeting with Trey.

He led her to her room and seated himself on the bed with his back to the wall. He put her pillow against the cinderblock next to him and patted the bed inviting her to sit. When she was settled he showed her the first page and watched her as she read. 


"Some of the items you'll see have been completed." 

TRAINING: LEVEL I

Orientation Rules and Protocols Issue of Supplies

"I explained some of the rules to you yesterday."

Medical Medical History Exam Blood Work Urinalysis Drug or Alcohol History Measurements and Pictures Dental X-rays Dental work as needed

"I have a form for the Drug and Alcohol History, but the rest is taken care of. You don't have any cavities, but Elaine said your wisdom teeth look like they will have to come out. When the oral surgeon sees the x-rays he will verify that and put you on the schedule."

Personal Personal History Family History Romantic History Sexual History Psychological History Record of Arrival Portfolio

"Julia puts together the portfolio. There are questionnaires for all of the rest of the Histories that we will need to fill out."

Public Display Remove clothes Tour facilities Meals in cafeteria Urinate and Defecate in public bathroom Record of Voluntary Display 1. To staff 2. To clients

"You've completed the first three items, and I was so impressed with your composure in the cafeteria this morning. I know that you were uncomfortable, but you did what you had to do. That courage will serve you well. How comfortable are you with me?"

"Pretty uncomfortable still."

Joseph nodded, "It is perfectly normal. At least you are pleased with your body.  The ones who come in feeling they are ugly have the hardest time. We spend a lot of time working with them to get them to understand that they are beautiful the way they are. If they don't feel beautiful, they have a hard time pleasing clients. If they feel self-conscious in any way it makes it more difficult to please a client. You have no problem at all in shedding your clothes when you are aroused. My goal for you is to have you become completely uninhibited even when you are not aroused. What do you like best about your body?"

Gwen shrugged, "I don't know." Joseph smiled at her and she ducked her head in embarrassment. "Okay, then. My skin... my thighs, I guess."

He smiled at her. "Your skin is beautiful." She waited as his next thought formed. "What I think is the most beautiful thing about you is that you don't even seem to realize just how beautiful you are. It doesn't matter to you. You are just you... the person inside you, not the physical person. I think that's what drew Rachel to you. The person inside you saw the person inside her body in spite of what was on the outside. I find that incredibly attractive. People sense it without being able to define it." He looked at her. "I don't want you to lose that. I hate what we do to people, what I do to people. It makes a lot of them emotionally vacant." He saw the hesitation that passed through her eyes. "What?" Gwen shrugged and shook her head. "Tell me."

She looked at him again, "It's that trust thing. I just wonder... I just wonder if you are doing this because you're good at what you do."

Joseph smiled more feebly, "I do what I do because I have no choice. It was the best of my options. I am probably good at it because I have a gift for reading people. We all have to be here, but we can still be human. You have to be trained. It's like breaking a horse though. You can whip them into submission, or you can gentle them through kindness. A horse that is gentled through kindness is much more responsive. I know you may question my intentions, but listen to the words that were said. Regardless of my intentions, they are true."

Gwen sighed and nodded, "Okay."

Joseph looked back to the list. He paused just for an instant before he continued, "The voluntary displays are assigned by Julia.

Required Reading Slut Talk BDSM 101 The Joy of Sex

Required Viewing Jenny and the Salesman Cunnilingus 101 Fellatio 101

"Required reading... you see the list. The books are in the small room at the back of the library. There is a sign out sheet for whatever you want to bring to your room. I'll get you that notebook so you can take notes. Each book has quizzes and tests that you will have to pass. The same with the required viewing, but it is in a different room and I am required to be with you as of right now."




The Brothel Ch. 07



SKULLS

There had been poached salmon and salad, bread and rice pilaf waiting on a small candle lit table when they finished. Even so, Gwen was famished when she woke in the morning. She couldn't help but smile. She was lying in Jacob's arms. They had talked until late in the night. Not about life outside. Not about life inside. They had talked about books and movies and actors and authors. She was surprised to find out that under John's tutelage Jacob was widely read and a thinker. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Let's go swim." Gwen nodded. He rolled out of bed and urinated in the commode and then waited watching her as she did the same.

There were others in the pool. Jacob introduced her and then they swam. Gwen's arms were tired from the previous day, but she pushed herself again. There was another tanning bed in an alcove off the shower room. Jacob left her to tan with a timer on, returning when it sounded. There were half a dozen others, two women and four men, in the locker room when they showered. Jacob didn't seem to notice or care. Gwen was still warm from the tanning bed but she lingered in the shower. When she finally turned off the shower Joseph pointed to two handles in the middle of the room above her head.

"Hang on to those. I am going to dry you." Gwen looked uncomfortably at the others. They seemed to be minding their own business, but they were stealing sideways glances at her. "It will help you become more comfortable." He gestured again. 

"Joseph."

"Remember the rules." He smiled as she complied, "I'm proud of you. You are beautiful. Remember what I told you about chambering. Do it if you need to. Now is a good time to practice." She nodded. "I want you to smile at the others as though you feel no discomfort at all. Invite them to enjoy looking at you." Gwen nodded and gathered herself for a moment before smiling at the others. One of the males approached. Joseph glanced over his shoulder as he patted Gwen with the towel, "Dianna, this is Christopher. He is one of the other evaluators I told you about."

"You train the men."

"I do."

"And you are training the girl I saw. What is her name?"

"Her name here is Sandra."

"Will you let me meet her?"

"Of course."

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine. We told her to scream. The client likes that, but he is not that violent." He folded his arms and smiled at her, openly flirtatious. Gwen smiled back self-consciously, but left her hands on the handles. She spread her legs as Joseph prodded her gently with the towel to dry between them. Joseph was taking his time and Gwen was wishing he would hurry as the others gathered around them. 

"Dianna, this is Glen, Scott and Greg, Anna and Lucy." She smiled at them all weakly as Christopher handed him lotion. Joseph set the towel down where he knelt. "They are all trainers." Gwen felt a flutter as she looked at him and then at Christopher. They were all naked. Christopher picked up on it right away and moved a hairs breadth away smiling. Joseph began rubbing lotion on one of her legs. Her breathing began to change as he worked his way up her leg. Christopher kissed her and she turned her face to him helplessly and opened her mouth wide. Glen extended his hand palm up and Joseph poured lotion in it. He knelt next to her other leg as Christopher kissed her again and put one hand on her waist as he held out his other hand. Gwen gasped helplessly as Joseph poured lotion in his hand and Christopher began on her torso. Gwen didn't even notice as Julia entered the room with a clipboard. The others were applying lotion on her arms and back and bottom. She was still kissing Christopher. He glanced away and stepped back so Julia could see her. Gwen couldn't help but writhe watching Christopher hopefully. Gwen groaned as Julia smiled and Christopher approached her again continuing to rub her stomach and ribs and breasts. 

"We call this lotion hickey juice. It tastes like bubble gum. Keep holding onto the handles and we are going to suck on you wherever we choose. Then, if you like, we'll take you to the cafeteria and everyone will be invited to add to your collection." Gwen nodded. He pulled her to him as he kissed her again, running his hands over her breasts and torso. He pulled away as he felt her muscles contracting in need. The others all backed away watching her as she writhed helplessly. "Don't go yet."

"I can't help it. Please."

Julia spoke softly, "Go ahead and start in on her. If she comes, she comes." She approached as Christopher fingered Gwen's breast and then began sucking on the side of it as Gwen groaned again. "Take your time Christopher and enjoy her." Julia spread Gwen's legs and pointed to the inside of her thigh just below her hair. "Joseph, here." Joseph started in and someone else started on her behind. One of the other girls started on her breast and another on her throat below her ear. They were all stroking her and Gwen convulsed as she came. Julia smiled, "That's one." They continued sucking on her as the waves subsided. Joseph dropped back as Christopher nudged him aside and went to his knees in front of her burrowing his nose in her cunt and breathing deeply. She gasped as he sucked on her and felt the passion rising again quickly. Julia patted Christopher on the shoulder and he backed off. "Now, now, Christopher, no need to be greedy." Gwen tried to steady her breathing but her chest was heaving. Her need was overpowering. Julia nodded in satisfaction. "I see that you are ready then. This will count as your public display. Are you willing to come to the cafeteria now? There are handles like these." Gwen nodded. She would have begged if Julia had asked her to. Julia looked at Joseph and Christopher. "Shall we?" They each took her hand and the entourage followed them. Gwen found herself in the cafeteria with the usual sixty or so people. There was a table in the center that had no chairs. She noticed for the first time the handles above it. Joseph led her to the table with his hand at the small of her back and she climbed up lingering to give everyone a view. Joseph followed her up and stood in front of her as people whistled and clapped. He had a cordless microphone. "This carries throughout the complex." He held it up to her mouth.

"This is Dianna. I'm new here. We're partying in the cafeteria. You're all invited!"

Joseph jumped from the table and stood back as she held onto the handles. She saw him stand at the edge of the wall with Julia. She was smiling in satisfaction and they were talking to one another. She saw John. He was at his table with his arms folded watching her. Julia handed Joseph the clipboard and then tapped the people at the end of the food line on the shoulder. All of them approached Gwen. Five women and three men. Julia kept up the rotation every few minutes as Gwen continued to hold on to the handles. A line began to form at Joseph and he was jotting things on the clipboard. After a while she only remembered faces as they appeared and the throbbing need in her body. She came again and again. 

She saw the girl with the pearl standing among several others off to the side. Julia approached her crowd and all of them approached. Colleen smirked at her and then chose a place on the back of her thigh. Gwen jumped and then gritted her teeth as she felt her bite her. The others were sucking harder as well, but she was too aroused to care. John was in front of her then and kissed her before taking her neck in his hands and raising her chin. She sank into him helplessly aroused as he added to her collection. 

Her arms were like lead weights and she was dazed when she felt someone patting her on the thigh. She looked down and saw Joseph standing next to the table. At some point he had put his shorts on again. "You can put your arms down now." She felt the ache in her arms as she lowered them and sank down on the table. Joseph touched the side of her face and she tried to focus on him. She felt sticky and sore in some places, but still heady from the repeated orgasms. Joseph began rubbing her shoulders, still watching her. "Are you okay?" She nodded and looked around. The room had mostly cleared. "It's been two hours. Three hundred and twenty-six people gave you three hundred and twenty-six hickeys. Are you hungry?" Gwen nodded and he kissed her as she closed her eyes and leaned in to him. "After breakfast you have twenty-four more to collect from the people who had to be other places. Then your public display will be considered officially complete." He smiled, "You did very well." 

She looked around the table and saw that it had semen on it. She was still dazed and the need was still flowing through her. She put an arm around his neck and kissed him and he responded to her. She pulled away though, remembering his feelings. If he responded to her she wanted it to be because he wanted her, not because he was required to. He cradled her in his arms smiling down at her. Gwen looked down at herself to see the blotches already forming. She smiled at him and kissed him again. She noticed that he had to gather himself. He pulled her off the table and toward the kitchen. "I spoke with Julia. She said it was all right for you to watch movies with Christopher and Sandra. There are some though that I want you to watch with me."

"Okay."

"Trey has agreed to meet with you. He wants us to come to his room after we eat."

In the kitchen Joseph told her to offer herself to the four staff members she had met on the tour and she willingly complied. It was all she could do not to groan when Edith began sucking directly on her nipple. Gwen couldn't help but come again.

When they sat down to eat she noticed Joseph was still smiling at her. She shook her head. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Joseph shrugged. "You have a gift for giving yourself over to pleasure. That last made thirteen orgasms that I counted in two hours. It will make things easier for you here. Don't judge yourself too harshly."

"I told you before, I have no self-control."

"The hickeys are a mark of passage. Wear them proudly. Let me know if you need to poop today and we will knock almost everything out on that category. Julia wants to speak with you later today also. After we catch the other workers we missed and see Trey, we will meet with Greg for Anatomy. This afternoon you are scheduled for Etiquette with Dinah and then she will bring you to Christopher to watch movies. I'll pick you up later for dinner and bring you to Julia."

After breakfast they went to the infirmary. Elaine was there along with several others who were sick. Gwen submitted to each in turn. There was another group waiting outside at the stairwell and she smiled as Joseph offered her to them as well. Joseph still had the clipboard and was jotting again.

"What are you writing?"

"The names of everyone. We want to make sure we don't miss anyone. I also marked down how many times you came." He smiled. "There are only ten more. They should be just upstairs." 

Sure enough, the last ten were waiting as they exited the stairwell. Again Gwen submitted. 

"What about the skulls? I didn't see Rachel there."

"She was there for a while watching, but they don't get to participate."

"I can't get AIDS from a hickey, can I?"

"Not unless they penetrated your vaginal opening or your anus or an open wound, but there isn't much interaction between the skulls and the rest of the population."

"I need to shower."

"You can't until bedtime. Anyone all day long that you meet in the halls now can stop you and add to the collection. You probably won't get much done today." Gwen just smiled.

"Oh well!"

Gwen pondered as Joseph led them to a door and knocked. Rachel opened the door and smiled pulling Gwen inside. Joseph followed. The room was cluttered. Trey was sitting cross-legged on the bed. He smiled as they entered. He was tall and lanky. The lighting was subdued, but even so, Gwen could see his pallor and that he was short of breath. He wheezed slightly as he spoke.

"It's good to see you Joseph. John yesterday and now you." He smiled and took Rachel's hand as she sat next to him on the bed. "And this must be Dianna. Rachel couldn't stop talking about you." He turned to Rachel, "You're right. She is beautiful." He patted the bed and Gwen sat.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Since I first came here. A couple years."

"She said you did her tattoos. They're beautiful."

"I had a beautiful canvas." Rachel smiled and leaned into him.

"Dianna went through her staff initiation today."

"I see that."

"Only three days out. That was quite a show."

Gwen looked at Joseph. "It was what I was told to do. It was part of the training."

"Right! You will never be able to convince anyone that that was the only reason! That wasn't just performing. That was hot by anyone's standards in here."

Gwen smiled and held her finger over her lips as though to share a secret. "Okay. It was just a little fun. Jacob told me I had to find flowers among the stones." 

"John said all the men here are going to fall in love with you, even the men who love men. He said maybe even Joseph. He said you reminded him of someone." Rachel looked at Joseph. Gwen looked at him, but his face was a mask. The only thing she caught was a flicker of irritation directed toward Rachel. Gwen turned to Trey.

"Do you have sketches?"

"Hmm?"

"You're an artist aren't you? Could I see some?"

"Of course." He looked at Rachel. "Would you get the green pad?"

Rachel handed her the pad and she looked at the drawings. Some were dark in emotion, but others were beautiful landscapes and portraits.

"This is my younger sister. Clara. And this is my mom." Gwen looked at him, but he was studying the pictures. He turned the page and there was a field with mountains in the distance. He looked at Joseph and didn't saying anything. Gwen felt a pang of sadness. She took his hand.

"It's flat where I come from. Where is this?"

"The Blue Ridge. Near Waynesboro, Virginia."

"Are they still there?"

"Last time I heard. I haven't spoken to them in over ten years."

"It's beautiful. It is a gift to be able to bring those memories to life in here." She looked into his eyes to reassure him that it hadn't been a mistake to reveal himself to her. He nodded and set the book aside.

"How did you come here, Dianna?"

"I was a student at Hudson. I went to a bar to party and woke up here." Gwen looked at Joseph. "Joseph. If Trey were to draw a picture on me, could the skulls stay within those lines and everyone else stay outside them?" 

Joseph sighed and shrugged, "Why not."

"What do you think Trey? Are you up to adding to my collection?"

Trey smiled. "Where?"

"Wherever you'd like."

Rachel spoke up quickly. "He's definitely an ass man."

Gwen looked at Trey and he nodded. She crawled on the bed and turned her back on him straddling his legs and backing close to him on her hands and knees. Rachel handed him a marker and giggled as Trey began drawing. 

"It's Mickey Mouse. Everyone will just have to fill in his nose and ears." Gwen waited as he handed the pen back to Rachel and then felt the juices begin to flow again as she offered herself to him. He took his time tonguing and sucking on her. Rachel sat next to him and joined in. When they finished they sat back admiring. Rachel giggled and leaned into Trey kissing him. Reluctantly Gwen crawled off. "If it's okay with Joseph, spread the word to everyone with the skull. Tell them, just for them, I'll be back on the table at lunchtime." Gwen looked at Joseph. He shrugged acquiescence. Gwen smiled back at Rachel mischievously. "My arms are sore though, so tell them I'll be on my hands and knees."

"Oh, I think they won't be too disappointed!"

Gwen grinned, "I'll name him Hickey Mouse!"

They walked in silence for a while after leaving Trey and Rachel. "Was it okay?" 

"Yes. You're not at risk for the disease, but I'm not sure it's okay for you politically."

"They are outcasts."

"There are a few who associate with them."

"I want to know everyone. I told you that before."

He smiled and shook his head. "You are definitely going to take the place by storm."

"Next on the list are the girls in the order." Joseph rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You should have warned me about this morning."

"You did fine. Julia wanted to press you to see if you would perform this soon. You have to be ready to take whatever comes."

"This is the same Greg who helped you apply the lotion?"

"Yes. No one here has the same name."

"I'm hot Joseph. I can't help it, but I still am. Tell me this is going to be show and tell."

Joseph smiled. "Show and tell and I'm sure Greg would be happy to indulge you if you are still having trouble."

"I wanted you on the table in the cafeteria."

"You wanted sex."

Gwen nodded in agreement, "I did, but if I just wanted sex, I could have had it." 

Jacob nodded. 

"The hickey you gave me this morning was just because of Julia." 

Jacob nodded. 

"Is it true what John told Rachel?"

Joseph shrugged uncomfortably, "Maybe." There was a pause before he continued. "Both John and Rachel should have kept their comments to themselves." 

Gwen looked at him. "Can you at least tell me her name?"

"Who?"

"The girl you loved." This time Gwen saw him shove the emotions in the box. Click. The lid was locked. 

"Carrie."

"I told you that I wouldn't trust anyone else because I wouldn't place myself in a position of vulnerability again. You told me I wasn't avoiding pain. You told me I was avoiding happiness." Joseph just walked next to her with his hands clasped behind his back. "Tonight will you come to my room after dinner?"

"Yes."

A walk that should have taken three minutes took them twenty. Joseph explained the Hickey Mouse and Gwen collected a number of additional hickeys. She saw Joseph watching dispassionately as she submitted. 

Greg and Anna were waiting when they arrived at the trick room Joseph had shown her earlier with the obstetrical chair. It had posters of males in erection and female genitalia. Some were labeled and intended for instructional purposes. Some were purely meant to be erotic. Anna smiled at them and hugged and kissed Joseph. She took Gwen's hand and turned her front and back to see the hickeys. She saw the Mickey Mouse and looked at Joseph.

"It was her idea. She's named him Hickey Mouse. It's reserved for the skulls. We only have a little over an hour. She promised them she'd be on her hands and knees on the table for lunch."

Anna looked at her in surprise.

"My arms were tired."

"Everyone else is going to be on you too, you know."

"If we only have an hour then we'd better get to work." Greg looked at Anna. "Ma'am."

Anna rolled her eyes good-naturedly and climbed in the chair putting her legs in the stirrups. Greg and Joseph strapped her legs down and spread the stirrups. Greg handed Gwen a paper towel and slid a rolling chair toward her. As she sat he rolled her chair to Anna's genitalia. "Behold the external female genitalia. It consists of the Mons Pubis," he pointed as he explained, "the rounded part in front of the pubic bone which is formed by a collection of fatty tissue between the skin. It becomes covered with hair during puberty." 

He pointed again. "The Labia Majora are these two folds. They form the outside boundaries of what is known scientifically as the pudendal cleft or rima, which is the opening to the vagina and urethra. Say it in your own words."

Gwen looked at him and then spoke. "The Labia Majora form the outside edges of the pudendal cleft or rima which opens into the vagina."

Greg nodded and continued pointing. "The labia correspond with the scrotum in the male. They have two surfaces. The outer is pigmented and covered with strong, crisp hairs. The inner is smooth and has large sebaceous follicles, which secrete a fatty or waxy substance. In between the two are fat, what is known as alveolar tissue, which is also found around the nipples, and another tissue called dartos tunic that is like the tissue on the scrotum. There is also a large blood supply and plenty of nerves. These labia are thicker in front and meet. In the back they do not join but become lost in the skin at the posterior boundary of the pudendum. The pudendum or vulva is the whole of the external female genitalia. The skin between the pudendum, or vulva, and the anus is the perineum. 




The Brothel Ch. 08



***This work is my own and may not be republished without permission.

*

SOLITARY

She used the time to write everything down. At the front of the book she started a journal. At the back she wrote what she could remember of the people she was coming to know. John's real name was Keith.

After the episode with Stacy and Jill, Jacob had cancelled her afternoon session with Dinah and taken her to the infirmary.

"Your Hickey Mouse turned out perfect." Gwen smiled weakly and nodded as John came to sit in front of her smiling.

"That's what Joseph said. Maybe it'll start a new fad. So you've been elected to baby sit." She was on her side with an ice pack between her legs. John nodded.

"Yep."

"Tell me stories then."

"Stories?"

"I want to hear about Carrie."

She looked at him in the silence that followed. "That is a story Joseph will have to tell in his own way. He already fussed at me for my comment to Rachel."

"Did he tell you he was in love with me?"

"No." Gwen waited for him to continue, but when he didn't, she changed course.

"Then tell me about you."

"That's a safer subject, but about as boring as watching grass grow."

"I would love to be able to watch grass grow." John stared at her and then looked away. "Please, John. I'm sorry."

He nodded and then looked at her. "Okay, then. I was twenty-seven when I came here. I've been here twelve years. I am married and have a little girl. She is fifteen now. Emma. My wife is Lisa. She is beautiful. I have no idea why she chose me, but she did. I had finished my Bachelors degree in secondary education, but I wanted my masters. I taught during the day and took night classes. I got mugged on the way home from studying at the library late one night. I was beaten and knocked unconscious and woke up here."

"What have you learned here?"

John smiled. "Lot's of things. I read books and study them. I was the one who started the library."

"A regular Ben Franklin."

"I learned that you can make any place better. I learned that I can love anyone. I learned that I can choose to be happy."

"Flowers among the stones."

"Have you found any flowers today?"

"Trey and his art. His love for Rachel. Hers for him. Lots of new friends. Laughter."

"Joseph said you weren't very close to your family." Gwen shook her head. "They will start looking a little better the longer you are here."

"How do you bear that?"

"Missing my family?" Gwen nodded. "It's hard. Joseph needing me helped at the beginning. His responding to me and coming out of his shell. Service to others. I am deeply religious in my own way. I believe in Christ. He understands what I am going through. I pray all the time. I reaffirm my love for Lisa and Emma all the time. I feel a connection to them even though I can't be with them. I like to believe they think I am still alive." 

*********

Gwen outlined several chapters and then turned back to the journal and began writing. 'John brought me to the back room in the library. Christopher and the male he is training were there waiting. He said his name was Damon. He looked a little down, but he was staring at me. I felt dirty. I had my ice pack and sat down gingerly. Christopher asked me to show him what Stacy had done. I showed him and he told me I could lie down on the couch while they sat on the floor. I started talking to Damon, trying to draw him out, when Christopher put a DVD in and turned it on. He shut the lights off. It was porn. 

He started at my knees giving me hickeys and worked his way up. I was turned on by the movie and becoming aroused. He ordered Damon to join him and he did, but then he pushed him away as he crawled on top of me. I told him I didn't want sex. I reminded him about the rules. I told him I had the right to refuse extra-curricular sex. He backed off and we watched the rest of the movie. He dropped me off at my room. 

'Later in line for dinner with Joseph, Robby came and told Joseph that Julia wanted to see us both. Christopher was in the office when we arrived. He was smiling like the cat that caught the canary. Julia told me that when I was with Joseph, he was my evaluator. When he handed me over to Christopher, he became my evaluator and I had to be obedient to him. She said, "Christopher, do with her as you will as long as you don't leave any permanent marks or scars." Then she told me I was to be locked in my cell for forty-eight hours with no food or contact after he was done. 

'He almost crushed my wrist as he pulled me out of the room. I tried to fight, but he backhanded me across the jaw and punched me in the eye. My neck is so sore. He punched me over and over in the stomach and in the ribs. Joseph and Julia came back in when he was done. Joseph knelt at my side checking to make sure I was okay. Julia just looked at my eye and left. I hate him. There might not be scars on the outside, but there are on the inside.'

***********

She dedicated a fourth portion of the book to flowers among the stones and began to list them. She finished 'Man's Search for Meaning' a second time taking notes.

She slept in fits and starts. Her stomach was rumbling and her injuries were nagging. She was having nightmares. She would sleep and then read and study, then sleep a little more. She had no way of knowing how much time passed. 

She was asleep when she heard the door open and close. She played possum as he lifted the covers and began to rub her back and then leaned over her and kissed her hair. He knew she was awake.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved!"

"Good, 'cause Hickey Mouse is dying to be shown off!"

Gwen rolled over and sat up. Joseph touched her black eye. She looked him in the eye and he smiled in relief knowing that she was okay. 

"How about you, Joseph. Are you okay?"

"Missing you. Worried. Rachel decked Stacy."

"Not for me?"

"For you, but she said it was for something Stacy had done to her."

"Julia didn't punish her did she?"

"How could she? It's what Rachel lives for." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Are you really okay?" Gwen nodded.

"The pain is better. My bottom doesn't hurt much at all now."

"It looks like a flower. The kind a child would draw."

"What did you do, spend the whole time watching me on the camera?"

Joseph shrugged and smiled. 

"I wish I would have known. I would have shown off for you." Joseph smiled again and she punched him. "Feed me!" He jumped up and offered her his hand. 

"It's sheet day. You strip and I'll get you another set. There's an extra hamper in the bathroom for the old ones. 

"You're telling me to strip? That's pretty funny."

"Hah."

Gwen wrapped the sheets around herself and then giggled as she stripped for him. She was just so happy to see him again and she could see his joy too. He took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. She backed off, looking at him and then relaxed in his arms and kissed him with her mouth open. There was a flicker of doubt along with the flood of passion. She pulled away again to look at him and he pulled her close initiating the contact again dispelling her fears. He pulled away again and she was amused by his dazed expression. "Food for you first and I want to talk to you."

"You get me all riled up and then you want to talk."

He grinned and nodded. "Are you going to be able to listen?"

"I'll try. Let's go then." She stood at the door waiting for him to unlock it. "What time is it anyway?"

"Dinner time."

"Does anyone know about the rape?"

"Everyone knows everything here. They all know about Stacy and Jill pinning you down in the hall and Rachel hitting them. They know that you came out of the room and went to the table smiling. Robbie must have told someone about what happened with Christopher. He's been taking quite a bit of flack too. It'll get worse when they see your bruises."

"You haven't said anything to him have you?"

"I wanted to. Julia told me if I did she would trade one of his girls and give you to him to train." 

Gwen nodded. "I'm glad you didn't."

"I have been nothing but polite."

"So what have you been doing other than watching me on the camera?"

"Working with Katy. I finally got her out of the room. All she does is cry."

"Can I meet her?"

"When your bruises fade a little I would like you to. She's young. She's frightened. What sex she's had has been demeaning. She doesn't know that she can enjoy it. She's going to take a while. I don't want her to end up on the violent track."

"I want to talk to Julia."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"I want to talk to her without you there. I have a favor to ask."

"The night you got in trouble with her she was going to ask you to do a trick. She said they are already clamoring for you, but a man named Tobias who is an underboss has requested you. She won't show you to any clients with the bruising though. She will want you to look perfect your first time. She was angry when she saw how deep the bruising was around your eye. You have about a three-week reprieve I'd say."

"Good then."

"The skulls gave you a nickname and it's picked up pretty quickly."

"What's that?"

"Diamond Di."

"Diamond Di? I like it."

"Julia likes it too. She already put it on the web site. Adam was here. He asked about you. He reminded me that you haven't answered his email yet." Gwen held her hands up in a smart aleck gesture. Joseph laughed. "I told him you hadn't had much time on the computer. He said to tell you he's waiting."

"I don't know how to talk dirty."

"You'll learn. That's one of the books you have to read."

"I should have known."

Gwen turned as a tall white male with breasts and makeup came running toward her. She remembered his name. She smiled. "Belle, how are you?"

He hugged her gushing words, "Honey I'm so glad to see you. We were all so worried about you. Everyone is waiting inside. Joseph told Rachel when you would be coming." He backed away and took her by the arms and looked at her. "You are okay, aren't you? We gave Christopher what for! All of us." She managed to nod as he turned her around. "Let me see Hickey now. Mmm hmm. He's looking good! You are so funny." He turned her back around. "You need anything, honey, anything at all you can ask any one of us. Come on! They'll be so glad to see you!" She looked over her shoulder and saw Joseph shrug with an amused smile as Belle led her away.

The hugs in the cafeteria did almost as much to lift her spirits as seeing Jacob again. She had to show off Hickey and her flower and managed to do it with humor. Someone produced a felt pen and she let them add a stem and leaves to her flower. Christopher was there with Sandra and received more than one glare. She kept telling everyone she was all right. She whispered to Rachel about a favor she wanted to ask Trey. She thanked her for decking Stacy.

"She deserved it. We all have your back."

Gwen finally broke away from the group to stand in line. Christopher was clearing his tray and avoided looking at her. Gwen started to approach him, but Joseph held her back. She turned to look at him. "It's okay. Please let me talk to him alone." Finally he nodded and looked at Christopher as Gwen approached. Christopher couldn't miss the animosity in his eyes. He looked back at Gwen.

"Can we talk in a corner?" He nodded in confusion and motioned Sandra toward Joseph as Gwen led him to the corner. He stood like a chastised schoolboy with his head hanging. She let him have his back to the room. She knew all the attention was on them. "I wanted to apologize." His brow furrowed in confusion. She shrugged, "I should have considered you my evaluator at that point. Julia was right." He sighed and finally looked at her, wincing at her bruises. "Joseph said Julia was angry, but he said the bruising gave me a reprieve." She leaned toward him smiling secretively. "I want to thank you for that!" Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he shook his head in disbelief before he saddened again.

"Does it hurt too badly?"

Gwen shook her head. "My jaw and my ribs still. Joseph says you are catching it from people in the halls." He nodded. "I can fix that." He looked at her. "I would rather have you as a friend." He snorted in surprise. "I don't think that I have to worry about it happening again." He shook his head and looked at her.

"He could leave you with me again. It wouldn't happen."

"I'm glad to hear it.

"I was angry. I didn't expect to be rejected. Damon was there."

"Okay." Gwen brought her hand forward and he took it desperately. "You ready to fix it then?" He nodded. She smiled encouragement and put her arms around his neck. It hurt her ribs when he picked her up, but she didn't care. He buried his face in her neck, but everyone in the room saw his face as he turned and put her down. She took his hand and turned to the room. It had gone deathly still from the time they had gone to the corner. 

"Christopher was functioning as my evaluator and I disobeyed him. Julia ordered him to do what he did as punishment." She looked back at Christopher and smiled encouragement as she led him back to Joseph.

The look on Christopher's face was enough for Joseph. He gathered Gwen in the crook of his left arm as he shook Christopher's hand with his right. She knew he could feel her trembling.

It was quiet as Gwen set her tray down at Rachel's table. John had joined them.

"Why in the world did you do that?"

John piped up. "The best way to conquer an enemy..."

"Is to make them your friend." Gwen met the eyes of the others at the table. "If I don't have a problem with him anymore then you shouldn't have a problem with him anymore." Rachel shrugged and the others assented through body language. "Now Stacy and Jill, on the other hand, I might need some help with. But just to keep them away from me." 

Belle piped up as he flopped his hand, "Oh we can help with that honey, sure enough." Gwen smiled at the mirth in John's expression.

"And you, oh sage, I have a favor to ask in private." John looked at Joseph who rolled his eyes and shrugged helplessly.

"Will you eat first at least?"

Gwen looked at Joseph, "Okay, fine!"

"Well, you haven't eaten in two days!"

Gwen grinned as she was chewing and Belle piped up, "You just say the word, honey and Joseph is toast!"

She smiled and squeezed Jacob's hand.

*********

"Did John agree to your request?"

"Of course! Why would you think he wouldn't?"

Jacob smiled. "I can't think of one good reason." He slipped his arm around her, "Facing up to Christopher took courage."

"He was more nervous than me. I think he feels better now."

"I like that about you."

"What?"

"That you were concerned about helping him. That you were willing to take the first step."

"He said it wouldn't happen again even if you left me alone with him again."

"I won't leave you alone with him."

Gwen sighed in relief and hugged him as they walked down the hall.

Jacob stopped and pecked on Julia's door. There was a camera and an intercom.

"Enter Joseph."

The door clicked and Joseph ushered Gwen inside. This was a different office than the first one. It was carpeted and plush. There was a triptych showing a panorama of the city at night. Joseph handed Gwen a washcloth from a stack on a credenza. The couches were leather.

Gwen and Julia exchanged smiles. Gwen thought to herself that Julia was the ultimate politician. Nothing would crack her demeanor. Gwen stood as Julia approached her and took her chin in her hand studying her eye. "You've been locked away for two days and you still manage to create a stir. Christopher tells me that he has been accosted in the halls."

"I think we took care of that. I spoke to him in the cafeteria. We're good now."

"Good now?" She looked at Joseph and he shrugged.

"I apologized to him. You were right. I think in here your punishment was right. He can't have his charges refusing to obey him."

Julia removed her hand from Gwen's chin and studied her with renewed interest before taking her forearm and turning her around. "And this has created another stir."

"Do you like it?"

"It's amusing. Joseph told me what you call it."

"I didn't even get to see it until just after dinner. I like it."

"And you've added a stem I see."

"I figured I might as well."

"So you recovered from the rape? How are you emotionally?"

"I'm sure it won't be the last time." She looked at Julia. She thought better of a lot of the responses she considered. "I was pretty rough right after. I appreciate you letting Joseph come then. I might not have done as well otherwise."

Julia gestured to the couch and sat at her desk. "I monitored your room from time to time. Are you ready to take some tests?"

Gwen and Joseph sat, "I am. Joseph said we could get on the computer and I could take a few tonight after we are done here."

"Your inbox is flooded and I received an email from Adam wanting to know why you haven't responded to him."

"I'll do that first thing."

"Your period?"

"This is the third day of six."

"I don't want you in the pool."

"I'll jog then."

"How is Trey?"

"He's fine."

"He seems to be more tired lately."

"I don't know. I didn't know him before. I did want to ask you about him. Have you seen his work?"

"Work?"

"He's an artist."

"I guess he would be, wouldn't he."

"I was wondering if you could ask him to do a landscape mural. In a common area? Something to bring the outdoors in."

"I'll consider it."

"I appreciate that. I have something else I would like for you to consider."

"What is that?"

"Therapy groups. Somewhere people could meet to talk through their problems and learn positive ways to deal with them."

"John."

"I love John."

"I'll think about it."

"He might be able to knock out a rough draft of concepts and coping skills."

Julia nodded.

"I have another favor to ask you if I could speak with you in private."

"You can say anything in front of Joseph."

Gwen said nothing. After a few moments Julia nodded and Joseph left them.

"What is it that you can't ask me in front of Joseph."

"He's talked to me about Carrie." Julia waited, but Gwen noted the momentary spark of surprise in her eyes. "I asked John to collect good memories of her from other people she touched. I want Trey to do a portrait, but he doesn't know what she looks like. I thought you might be able to find one that Joseph particularly liked."

Julia nodded. "I know just the one."

Gwen smiled, "I told Rachel to ask Trey for me. If you could email it to him I would appreciate it."

"I'll do that." Julia studied her. "Thank you for coming to speak with me."

Julia's body language was subtle but impossible to misunderstand. Gwen admired that. The meeting was over. She was being dismissed, but ever so politely. Gwen stood and smiled as she bowed her head politely and let herself out. 

**************

"We have to talk."

"You keep saying that." They were sitting on her bed and they had been kissing, but Jacob had taken her forearms and moved her away gently. He leaned back against the wall and cradled her. 

"I want you to tell me about the rape."

She looked at him uneasily. "I don't want to talk about that."

"You can't just pretend it didn't happen. You have to face it. You have to tell me so that we can establish a pattern of being there for each other through everything."

Gwen put her fingers to his face, "I did just what you said. I gave you my heart. I was so glad you had come."

Jacob kissed her on the forehead, "Talk it through. Let all the emotion go if you can and talk it through."

Gwen nodded, "He pulled me into the other room just down from her office. He slammed me back against the wall and then backed off while he undressed. He was smiling because he was angry at being turned down by me, but now he could take it anyway. I tried to get out the door, but it was locked. He started to come at me and I tried to fight, but he hit me on the jaw and I spun around and hit the wall. He punched me in the back in the ribs and I couldn't breathe. 




The Brothel Ch. 09



***This work is my own and may not be republished without permission.

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BONDAGE AND TRICKS

Within two weeks Gwen had completed all the first level requirements except for the public display for the clients. The bruising was the only thing that was holding her back. Her schedule had fallen into a rhythm of working out with Joseph, tanning, eating breakfast and doing sessions in the morning followed by study in her room between lunch and dinner and the evening spent emailing, taking tests, or watching the required movies with Joseph. 

Anna seemed to be an assistant trainer and showed up both in Joseph's session with toys and in the session on female sexuality and cunnilingus. That was by far her most challenging session and Joseph had saved it for last. Homework for both genders for the oral copulation sessions was to find ten people to complete the act. If she knelt in front of someone, they had to comply. They had the option of being in a public or private venue, but Joseph was always present. Joseph had told her not to ask why, but to choose girls from the order. 

The men lined up once they found she was doing her homework. The girls from the order scattered, but Gwen and Joseph managed to catch a few in the halls and a few in the cafeteria and gradually she completed her requirements. Joseph couldn't lay with her on those nights. It was hard enough for her to maintain control while they showered. He understood her need and tucked her in each night kissing her on the forehead.

Jacob had shown her the newspaper clippings from John about both she and Lisa. Police were still investigating numerous leads. The Monroe newspaper had large articles also with interviews of her parents and sister. They were hoping that she was found safe and sound.

Gwen continued seeking out new friends, mostly in the cafeteria. She would choose a new table of people to sit with every few days and Jacob sat by in silence as she questioned the people carefully. At first people were reluctant to open up, but Jacob sat watching in amazement at she worked on them and they responded. The word spread and Jacob saw the looks of welcome as she chose a new table. Even a group of Gems smiled in welcome when she chose their table. Each evening she would record what she found out so that she could refer to it if she couldn't remember. Jacob showed her how to print out the pictures from the emails she received and she clipped them out and taped them in the book. Jacob had added a stack of steno books.

One day in the cafeteria when they dropped off their dishes the pile was building. She and Jacob went in the back to find that Edith was sick that day and even though someone had been called in to replace her, the rhythm of the workers was thrown off. She and Jacob stepped in and began cleaning the trays and loading the dishwasher. When John finished his meal he took over for Gwen and she found a replacement for Jacob and two more to replace them when they finished eating. Jacob had to grin at her as they left the cafeteria.

"What?"

"Nothing! I just really, really like you!" He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Can we visit Edith?"

"Of course."

They found Edith in the infirmary. She had a urinary tract infection. Apparently she had them frequently. Elaine had started her on an antibiotic, but she was still feverish and uncomfortable. Edith told them she had diabetes and when she had an infection it came on strong and was hard to fight. It made the sugar problem worse. Gwen told her how they had helped in the cafeteria and promised to continue to help until she was back on her feet.

Gwen's favorite class by far was dancing. She was able to lose herself in the rhythms and music and Tina was full of energy and positive reinforcement. Julia had come to watch her third dancing session and met with she and Joseph at that time. Julia told her that the clients wanted to see her dance. She told Gwen that would fulfill the requirement for her public display if she agreed. Gwen agreed and a date was set. 

Julia sent her an email advising her that she would have her first three clients that night after she finished dancing. Joseph had been reading the email over her shoulder and she leaned into him for comfort. He had whispered in her ear. "Everyone is nervous the first little while. Don't waste time on it now. Wait until after the dance and by then you'll be worked up so maybe it won't be as bad as you think." She began working on her second level in the intervening time.

Jacob explained that in order to pass the second level she would have to be inducted into Adam's harem. In order to do that, she had to track down the rest of the gems and perform oral sex on them. Ten down. Thirty-one to go. After that there was a ceremony. He was not allowed to tell her what it involved.

Her first session was positions. Glen was a close friend of Jacob. He let them use a dildo to practice the positions and as Gwen begged for relief they brought her with it twice. The room they were in had a dividing wall that divided nothing. There were three holes in the end of the wall, each lined with a phalange with rubber inside. There were handles above shoulder height about a foot from the end of the wall. There was a KY dispenser and rubber sheaths that were larger than condoms. She had seen the same setup in other rooms, but Glen was the first she saw use it. 

He slicked up as he called it and put a rubber sheath in place in the middle hole then slid his organ in and out of the hole until he came. He told her he would much prefer her hole and it was only out of deference to how Jacob felt about her.

Bondage was another story. Scott enjoyed his craft too much. He had seen Gwen's videos from the bar and the webpage. Jacob warned her before. If she responded too favorably she would be requested by a rougher clientele. It would be better if she did the minimum only and didn't appear to enjoy it too much. 

Scott pulled in a man named Charlie to help with the sessions. Gwen remembered him from the cafeteria but hadn't visited with him. Joseph tensed when they entered the room and saw him there. Scott smiled and Charlie approached Gwen and ran his hand down her cheek and chest. Gwen looked at Jacob. He was Joseph. His anger was barely perceptible. She switched to Dianna. 

The room had an observation window. At Joseph's first sign of irritation Scott spoke up quietly but firmly. "Joseph, why don't you watch through the window? You can turn the sound down." Joseph looked at Dianna and she shrugged and nodded. If he tried to intervene, Julia would punish him. As soon as he walked out of the room Scott and Charles backed her into a corner. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face and they grinned. Scott spoke up again. "You are friends with Lisa?" Gwen nodded. "Robbie let us have her that first day she was here. She is one fine bitch but nothing compared to you. She doesn't like bondage at all. Thing is, we don't care either way whether you like it or whether you don't. It's still fun. We saw your video."

"I was drugged. That wasn't me."

"Oh, we saw the other videos with your boyfriend on the farm. It was you all right. We are going to have you begging." She flinched as he stroked her stomach and then touched her nipple. 

Gwen shrugged and gathered Dianna closer. She hoped her bravado was convincing. She kissed him as though she wanted him, "Then let's get to it. Tell me what you want me to do." It must have been convincing. It took both men by surprise. 

The next few hours were a mix of gritting her teeth and complete elation that she tried to mask as well as she could. There were a series of bonds that she placed on Charlie and that they in turn placed on her. At Scott's order she copulated Charlie as he was bound and helpless. They left her trussed up and opened the door to the room. They allowed people in and out as she struggled in frustration. Well, she let them think she was frustrated but she knew her sex organs gave her arousal away. Her skin tingled as fingers and tongues brushed across her. 

They blindfolded her and wrapped her arms to her sides and put her in a box barely large enough for her to lie flat with her legs pinned together. The box was lined with foam and they filled it with packing peanuts and then put a foam-lined lid on the top and locked it shut. There was a small hole at her mouth for her to breathe. It was quiet after that. Gwen knew it was hopeless to struggle and would only make matters worse. She jumped as she felt fingers on her lips and could barely hear a muffled voice.

"Are you okay honey? Gwen, its Jacob. Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"They went to lunch. They are gone. Are you okay?"

"Okay." She could barely breathe. "Alone?"

"Yes."

Gwen groaned as she came. She could hear Jacob's muffled laughter. After that she lay quietly. She could feel Jacob's fingers on her lips. She didn't know how much time had passed when she woke but she was filled with panic. Jacob still was there tracing the outline of her lips.

"Hot."

"Not again!"

"Sweaty."

"I'm sorry honey. They should be back soon. It's been almost two hours."

"Thirsty."

"I'll get you some water."

A wave of nausea flooded her and she panicked even more thinking of what would happen if she vomited. "No!" She could hardly get her breath. "Sick." The box flipped over and she vomited. She could hear him yelling just before she passed out.

***********

"Do it again."

Scott looked at Joseph. She was still pale from the day before but her jaw was set with determination. It had taken Jacob another ten minutes before they had located Scott and Charlie after she passed out and another five before they could undo the locks on the box. Gwen came to in a cold shower with her arms still tied to her sides and Jacob's underneath them holding her up. The sense of panic was still with her and she tried to struggle but she had no strength. With Jacob's help she managed to stand as Scott cut the tape that bound her arms and ankles. She passed out again as she was carried to the infirmary and woke to smelling salts vomiting again. Her body temperature had soared in the box. They had covered her with wet rags until she was shivering.

That night she had awakened screaming filled with dread. She clung to Jacob sobbing as he stroked her face and soothed her. Both were tight-lipped when she showed up for the second half of the session that morning. And they had been at it again for almost four hours.

"Fifteen minutes."

They had fulfilled all the requirements, but Scott and Charlie were subdued and held back. After Joseph's report to Julia she had raked them over the coals. The infirmary advised her that Dianna could have suffered permanent kidney damage and was at risk if her temperature were to rise again.

"Fifteen minutes. That's all. I'll tell you if I can't handle it." Still he hesitated. "You've treated me with kid gloves all morning." Hesitation. "I had a nightmare last night. I have to conquer it."

"She'll kill us."

"She won't know." Scott looked at Jacob. There was no expression on his face. Scott sighed reluctantly and nodded. Once Gwen knew it was going to happen again her knees almost buckled. She submitted quietly as they bound her ankles and her hands to her sides. She almost panicked when they put the blindfold on her but she gritted her teeth, "Do it."

They waited for her to regain control of her breathing after they lowered her into the box. When she nodded Scott spoke. "Fifteen minutes, or sooner if you say the word."

"Do it."

"Wait." Scott left the room and returned in a few moments with five cubes of ice. He tucked two in each of her hands and put one on her stomach then nodded to her. She managed a weak smile and nodded. The hasps were closed and locks placed but not locked. She sighed through her lips.

The next fifteen minutes were the longest Jacob had suffered in a long time but he couldn't help it when Scott unlatched the hasps and he saw Gwen's smile of triumph. He laughed, giddy with relief. He helped them remove her from the box and undo her bindings. He looked at Scott. "Are we done then?" Scott nodded. Jacob took her by the hand and led her from the room and into the observation room. He pulled the blinds and left them in the dark as Gwen pushed him into the corner frenching him. He laughed and pulled her to him.

*******************

Jacob brought her to meet Katy toward the end of those two weeks. Gwen's hickeys had all faded to yellows and greens. The deep bruising on her eye and the back of her ribcage was all that was clearly visible. They brought dinner to Katy's room that evening. Katy had completed her tour of the complex but was still so uncomfortable with her nudity that Joseph hadn't pushed her to eat in the dining room. Gwen couldn't believe that it no longer bothered her that she was naked. She had even gone back to lifting, alternating with swimming or running in her workouts.

Katy's room was next to hers. Gwen and Jacob entered with dinner and a board game. Katy was curled under the covers with her back to the door. Jacob sat down next to her and began rubbing her back. 

"I brought a friend. She was hoping to meet you. Her name is Dianna and she came here the same day you did. She lives in the room right next door. I am her evaluator also." He continued rubbing her back and Katy gave no indication that she heard. 

He gave her a few minutes and spoke again. "Come on, honey. You can do it." She was crying as she sat up and he allowed her to keep the sheet pulled up over her chest. Gwen came toward her and the girl slid over to make room for her and let her crawl under the sheet next to her. Gwen pulled the sheet up to cover herself also. Joseph masked his emotions and handed them each a Styrofoam tray and silver wrapped in a napkin. There was salad and spaghetti, beans and bread and they ate in silence. Joseph left them alone for a few moments as he took the trays out to a larger trash bin. Gwen looked at Katy and smiled.

"My real name is Gwen."

"Karen."

"It's pretty scary in here."

Karen nodded. "I want to go home."

"We all want to. Even Joseph."

Karen looked at her in surprise and then cowed slightly as Joseph entered the room. He pretended not to notice as he picked up the game and set it on the bed in front of them. "Even Joseph what?"

"Would like to go home."

Joseph looked at Karen. "I would. More than anything." He sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed and began setting up the board between them. "But tonight I can pretend. This was one of my family's favorite games. Have you played before?" Both girls shook their heads. "Aggravation. A one or a six gets you out to here." He pointed, "You move this way. If you land on a point you can move around the points. You can't jump your own men. You have to have an exact number to get into home. If you land on an opponent's marble you send them home to start all over again. Any questions?"

Karen shook her head as Gwen spoke, "Nope."

"Highest roll of the die goes first."

Karen and Gwen picked up the game quickly and both Gwen and Joseph shouted in mock dismay when Karen won. They played again and Jacob just barely beat Gwen. Gwen was pleased to see Karen smile. Jacob boxed the game and slid it under the bed.

"We'll keep it for a few days. We can play again if you like." He leaned over Gwen and kissed her hair. "We might even let Gwen win!"

"Let me win? I don't think so! I'm going to cream you both the next time!"

"Time to shower."

Gwen looked at Karen as she heaved a sigh of frustration. She looked back at Joseph, "We'll meet you in the bathroom." Joseph bowed his head and left the door open. Gwen looked back at Karen. "Has he been mean to you?"

"No."

"He doesn't want sex."

"They all do."

"I don't think so. Have you noticed how he tucks you in at night? He's like a big brother." Karen looked at her in disbelief. "He knows you're scared. He knows it's hard. He says he doesn't like doing this. He doesn't have a choice."

"You believe him?"

"I've decided that I will believe him until he shows me differently. He's been nothing but a gentleman."

Karen rocked back and forth hugging herself. "I hate my body."

"You feel self-conscious."

"More than that. I hate it. I hate it!" She broke into tears anew and Gwen put her arms around her as she leaned into her. "He wants me to go in front of everyone! I wouldn't even change in the locker room. The only reason I did what I did was because I was cold and hungry and tired. I hated it! I hated the sex! It was disgusting! I can't do this!"

"What?"

"All of it! I can't do it!"

Gwen pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead. She rocked her until she calmed and kissed her on the forehead again. "Take a deep breath." Gwen waited until Karen took a deep breath and sighed. "Can you listen while I tell you a few things?" She waited for Karen to nod. "I'm scared too." Gwen nodded to reinforce what she was saying. "I would love to be anywhere but here, but this is where I am. I have a friend who was kidnapped with us that I haven't been able to see. Her name is Lisa. I like her because she never cared about what anyone thought. I was always worried about what everyone else thought. It's why I left home. I made some bad choices and it got around town. I couldn't handle the things people said and the way they looked at me. But, when I was around Lisa I could just be me without worrying about others and she liked me just the way I am. It made me so much happier."

"But you are beautiful."

"I don't think so and in here it won't help at all. I'm still just as naked as you and really uncomfortable with it, but there isn't anything I can do about it. Here, more than anywhere else, everyone is who they are with nothing to hide behind. They accept each other just as they are. They are real and some of them are so kind."

"I can't do this though. I..." She trailed away as Gwen put her finger to her lips.

"All you have to do right now is take a shower. You've done that before haven't you?" Karen nodded reluctantly. "Can you do it again?" Gwen waited until Karen finally sighed and nodded. Gwen smiled, "With style? Or with silliness?"

"With style I guess."

"Style it is!" Gwen slipped from under the sheets and waited for Karen. Karen managed a weak smile as she crawled out from under the sheets and slipped her arm through Gwen's as she offered her elbow. She was barely five feet tall and had the body of a child. Gwen dreaded to think what would happen to her. She smiled reassuringly and led her to the bathroom.

Joseph had his back to them. He was getting ready to step in the shower. He looked over his shoulder just far enough to see that they were there. Karen hid herself behind Gwen and Joseph smiled at the wall. "I'm proud of you Karen." Gwen looked at her and smiled. Joseph stepped in the shower and kept his back to them as they followed. 

Gwen let Karen curl into her as Joseph turned around. She was crying again. Joseph took Gwen's hand and whispered loud enough for Karen to hear. "You are the kindest person I know." He turned a second showerhead on and stood away from them as they showered. Karen stood with her head down as Gwen washed herself and shampooed her hair. She washed Karen's hair for her and turned her to rinse it. She exchanged a look with Jacob and he reached for towels as they stepped out of the shower. Karen finished as they dried themselves and Jacob handed her a towel as she came out. She turned her back and wrapped the towel around herself. Gwen's towel was around her hair. She came to Karen and smiled and took her hands as Jacob dried her hair and shoulders. The tears were gone for the moment and Karen closed her eyes at Jacob's touch. Gwen exchanged another look with Jacob and he left them in the room. 




The Brothel Ch. 09



Gwen led Karen to the mirror. "Joseph told me I had two advantages over others when I came here. I think he had you in mind when he said it. One advantage was that I was satisfied with my body. He said I wasn't preoccupied or concerned with how I looked. I think he is right. I never spent too much time even paying attention to it growing up. I just scrunched my hair and threw on clothes and ran. I hardly ever even looked in the mirror. My clothes only matched because my mother made sure. Sometimes at the end of the day I would be brushing my teeth and realize that my hair was sticking out everywhere. People that liked me didn't care. They liked me anyway. For a couple years I had acne pretty bad. I never even cared about that and neither did my friends. 

The other advantage Joseph said I had coming in was that I liked sex. I had a boyfriend when I was your age. He was my first. He was very patient. He said my body was a gift that I should give only when I was ready. He took time and taught me how to enjoy the feelings and I was so in love with him. It was wonderful with him." Gwen stepped back and looked into the mirror. Karen looked and then looked away. "It's all right, Karen. There is nothing to hide." She looked at Gwen's eyes and then at her body. After a few moments Gwen took the towel off her hair and put it in the bin. She turned her back on Karen. "When you are ready, take the towel off and put it in the bin. Look at yourself. You are different, but you are beautiful. Inside and outside, you are beautiful."

She waited until Karen put the towel in the bin. She gave her time to study herself in the mirror and Karen slipped her hand in Gwen's and leaned her head against her shoulder. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll turn around." Again Gwen waited until Karen spoke softly.

"I'm ready."

Gwen turned and took Karen's hand again. Karen was looking at the floor as Gwen carefully studied her in the mirror and then turned to face her. She began whispering encouragement to Karen. "You can look at me whenever you're ready. I know this is hard for you. You're beautiful. Inside and out you are beautiful. You are you and you're different from anyone else. That is what makes you beautiful." 

Gradually as she continued whispering Karen's eyes lifted up her body studying and then she looked into Gwen's eyes. Gwen met her gaze smiling and continuing to talk. Gradually light filled Karen's eyes and love for Gwen and she began to smile in return. Suddenly she hugged Gwen fiercely. Gwen felt her heart wrench as she spoke, "I have a sister at home. I would love it if you would be mine here." Karen nodded into her shoulder. Gwen hugged her back for a long time before Karen pulled away. "Joseph is waiting outside. We'll wait until you're ready. When you come out, look into his eyes. You will see beauty there." She kissed Karen on the cheek and squeezed her hand before she left.

Jacob was just outside the door listening. He took Gwen's hand and pulled her close. He offered his hand to Karen as she followed close on Gwen's heels. She looked up at him and he met her gaze. "Everything Gwen said is true. You are beautiful inside and out. I am very proud of you." He kissed her on her cheek.

"Can Karen and I have a sleepover?"

"You can."

Gwen nodded and led Karen to her room. "I have some things to show you."

Jacob sat in the chair and read as Gwen showed Karen the pictures of the people she had met and told Karen about them. Karen watched Gwen as she spoke.

"How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Go in front of people naked?"

"I just decided I had to and set my jaw. I didn't want to but I didn't have a choice. It helped that Jacob was as kind as he was. It helped to forget myself and reach out to other people. Clothes don't make me who I am." Karen studied her, thinking. Gwen colored and chided Karen gently. "Quit! You're embarrassing me." 

Karen grinned at Jacob. "She's naked as a jaybird and we're embarrassing her because we think she is nice."

Later as the girls settled into the bed, Joseph tucked his book back in his pocket and sat next to them. He smiled at Karen and brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "It was good to see you smile tonight. I was worried about you." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "That's why I had to pull out my secret weapon." He smiled at Gwen as Karen snuggled into her. "What were some flowers from today?"

Gwen smiled and squeezed Karen's hand. "Besides a new-found sister?" Joseph nodded. "Edith being well enough to work today. Trey setting up to paint the mural and seeing the sketch. The look in Rachel's eyes when she is helping him." He smiled at her and there was no mistaking the love in his eyes.

Karen looked from Joseph to Gwen as Jacob touched her cheek. "You know what I think is most beautiful about Gwen, Karen?"

"What?"

"Today when we went to lunch she looked around the cafeteria. She saw a girl who came in the same time you did. She has AIDS and her situation here is going to be very difficult. She sat with her and visited with her and poured her strength into her. She does that over and over. That is beautiful to me. 

"She is filled with courage. The day she went on her tour she was miserable and frightened and horrified. I introduced her to a friend of mine and he gave her a book. I was shocked the next morning when she went to the cafeteria and, instead of hiding herself, she sat where everyone could see her. She was so uncomfortable but the only people who knew were a handful she had befriended. Everyone else just saw poise. 

"Another thing I find beautiful is her ability to find humor here. She lightens my spirit just when I am around her. I used to like to laugh. I had forgotten. God forgive me for wishing this insanity on anyone, but I am so glad she is here with me now." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. As he backed off slightly Gwen put her hand on his face. He stopped and she put her arms around his neck.

"You are a good man, Jacob." He heaved an uncomfortable sigh and then nodded and kissed her on the lips.

The next morning Karen told Joseph she would go swimming with them. She returned Joseph's smile as he took her hand and slipped his arm around Gwen's waist. Gwen caught a glimpse of Lisa as they were leaving the shower. She craned her neck to see, but Lisa hid behind Robby as he led her to her room. Lisa's room was only two doors down from her own. Gwen was shocked at Lisa's decline. She looked at Joseph and he shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. 

Gwen turned away and smiled encouragement as they led Karen to the cafeteria. Karen stayed by Joseph as Gwen moved from table to table speaking with a number of people. Karen breathed a sigh of relief as Gwen rejoined them in line. John was subdued as they joined him at his table. Gwen's thoughts were on Lisa and she had to force herself to join in the conversation, but she could see John's mood and understanding the reason spoke to Karen.

"John has a daughter your age. He hasn't seen her since she was three." Gwen looked at John. He was chagrined that she had shared his information, but accepted it as an opportunity to reach out. He smiled weakly at Karen.

"This is no place for adults, let alone children. Joseph has been worried about you."

"He told me."

"You were a runaway?"

"My mom's boyfriend." Gwen nodded encouragement as she glanced at her. "He was abusive to her and coming on to me. She wouldn't do anything about it. I don't think she really cared." She looked at Gwen. She had shared details in the dark with Gwen.

"It is unfortunate you ended up here, but we will do anything we can to help you adjust."

"Gwen helped a lot last night. I'm going to try to be brave."

**************

As soon as she hugged Karen and the door to her room was closed she looked at Jacob with searching eyes.

"Where is she in her training?"

"Not far."

"You should have told me."

"I couldn't."

"Tell her to try. Tell her I love her. Tell her I want to see her."

"I can't."

"What can you do?"

"Honey..."

"Can you talk to Robby?" Joseph nodded reluctantly. "I want to see her. Ask him what it would take."

"No!" He grabbed her wrist as she turned away from him in frustration, "Christopher is nice compared to Robby and you saw what he did. I won't allow you to place yourself in a position where you owe him. It's too dangerous."

"Think of a controlled situation then. A training session." The hesitation was manifested plainly on his face and she kissed him and clung to him afraid for Lisa. "Please, Jacob, I have to see her."

Jacob pulled her away holding on to her forearms and she was surprised to see anger on his face. "Don't do that."

"What?"

"Don't use yourself to barter. Don't do it."

She twisted her arms free, but fought the anger as it rose and forced her face to remain composed. Jacob knew this place better than she did. He knew the people. She nodded. "You're right." She noted his relief. "You're right and you're wrong. I wasn't trying to barter with you. I'm just worried about her. I wanted you to comfort me." She moved close to him. "Obey me." She closed her eyes as he took her hand and leaned toward her. She could feel his breath on her cheek.

"You're not angry with me?"

"No. You were trying to protect me."

She felt his lips brush her temple as he spoke, "I'm sorry I misread your intentions."

"You are forgiven." 

Gwen put her arms around him as he pulled her close. "That's another reason I forgot to tell Karen that I love you."

"What did you think of her this morning?"

"It's what I expected. Like I told her, you are my secret weapon."

"Will you tell Robby?"

"I will tell Julia. The rule is hers. I wouldn't allow you to break the rule. It has nothing to do with him, but he is a manipulator. He is a predator. He doesn't give anything for nothing. Julia may give permission, but it will still be left up to him. He doesn't care about Lisa or about you except as he could use you."

"I am afraid for her."

"I know. So am I. I'll talk to Julia. In the meantime you need to go practice with Tina."

Tears sprang to Gwen's eyes and anxiety flooded through her as she thought of dancing in front of the clientele and what would come after. Jacob cupped her head and pulled her into his shoulder as she broke down. "I don't want to do this. I've been trying to push the fear away, but I can't always do it. I'm so afraid." He held her close but didn't speak. She only heard him sigh as he rocked her.

"We will do for you what we did before the public display." He looked at her. "It will help a little." He gathered her in his arms as she nodded weakly. "Try not to think about it as much as possible." He rubbed her back and then pulled away. She brushed the tears back and nodded.

*************

Gwen smiled as she wakened. Jacob was stroking her face with a plume he brought in the night before. He embraced her as she came to him. Karen was making progress now and once Joseph had explained Gwen's roll in Karen's progress to Julia, Julia ordered Robby to allow Lisa to spend time with her. She had given Lisa Man's Search for Meaning and held her and listened to her. Lisa was close to her family and they had taken a much more public roll in the investigation, pleading with the media and citizens everywhere to assist in locating her. Robby had shown her the news clips and abused her time and time again. She was traumatized and still hadn't accepted the situation. 

According to Joseph Robby used the girls he trained as his private playthings until they were trained. What Lisa said verified that. Gwen explained that when she was through with the training she no longer had to submit to him. It was in her best interest to train quickly. Lisa was so traumatized Gwen didn't know how much she heard, but Lisa promised to try.

The nights Lisa spent with Gwen Joseph stayed with Karen. Gwen could tell that Karen was beginning to open up to Joseph and it tugged at her.

He had asked her gently again, "How would you have me be?" Gwen had nodded and teared up as he touched her cheek.

"Kind. I would have you be kind and loving and gentle. I would have you be you."

He crushed her to him and kissed her. "You are the most beautiful person. You are sunlight to me, and fresh air. You are diamonds dancing on the waves."

They had talked a long time that night creating a fantasy world that only they would share. He took her on their first date, to dinner and a play. He described the play in great detail and then they walked home through the park and he kissed her chastely on the cheek before he said good night. He asked her if he could call on her again as he held her in his arms. Reluctantly he pulled her close as they lay together in her bed. He heaved a sigh of regret and reassured her that he only cared for Karen as a human being and he was trying to help her adjust. The next day Gwen spent some time at Jacob's request explaining to Karen the pleasure involved in arousal and orgasm before he took her to anatomy with Greg and Anna.

This was the day of Gwen's presentation to the clientele though and anxiety made her heart flutter. The smile faded from her lips as she looked at him. She and Jacob met with Julia the day before. Julia had explained that she would be expected to do two different shows and that there would be over a hundred clients each time. She described the three clients and what they liked and explained the importance of pleasing them. Gwen's expression showed her protest and Julia squelched it with one of her own. Gwen slipped her hand in Joseph's and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. After they left Julia Jacob had whispered reassurance to her until she fell asleep in his arms. 

"This is why you have the new name. When you are doing the things Gwen would not choose to do, you are Dianna. When it is over you can return to being Gwen. It helps you to chamber. Dianna is the girl from the bar. She is sexy and erotic and willing to do anything. Gwen is monogamous and loving and chooses who she wants to be with carefully."

"I choose to be with you." She snuggled into him. "I don't want to be with them."

"I know." 

He took her by the hand and lifted her from the bed. They swam and showered and ate. Then he led her to the spa and waited as they readied her. She wasn't surprised to learn that their sleeping habits had been adjusted so that what seemed mid-morning was actually evening when the bulk of the clients arrived. 

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"Take your clothes off, Joseph." Gwen turned as Julia entered. Julia looked her up and down and nodded approval. Gwen didn't even feel like herself. Her skin still tingled from the waxing. Her cuticles on her fingers and toes were tender from the manicure and pedicure. They had given her a full body mask, lotions and perfumes, makeup heavier than she would ever wear and done her hair up in a bun. That wouldn't last long she was sure. As they had worked on her she had given herself over to become Dianna. 

She studied Julia without expression. "Are you ready?" Dianna nodded. Julia approached and stood close to her face-to-face studying her eyes. "I believe you are. Make me proud."

"I will."

A small smile flitted across Julia's face as she spoke to Joseph. "Bring her just to the edge." She turned to Dianna. "You are not to come until you are with Tobias. Do you understand?" Dianna nodded and Julia lifted her chin with a finger. Dianna responded as Julia kissed her on the lips. Gwen was locked far away as Julia's fingers ran up Dianna's torso and over her nipples. Julia turned and left the room. 

Dianna turned to face Joseph. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he stood waiting. They were in an interrogation room with an observation window. It contained only a table. For a moment Gwen flashed to the surface. Joseph saw it and approached her. "You are Dianna and I am Joseph. It is a performance, but this time we will take pleasure in the giving and receiving. You are beautiful and sensual and erotic. Give yourself over to the feelings and pleasure."

"How long do we have?"

"Ten or fifteen minutes."

Dianna came to him and he kissed her.

It was the first time they had been together. He had watched her climax countless times. She had never even seen him more than mildly aroused. He undressed only to shower and swim and during the anatomy lesson. His demeanor toward her had always been chaste and mannerly. After hearing what Robby had done to Lisa she was more than grateful. 

"Do you remember what I told you?"

"I don't know if I can."

"Maybe not at first, but I began to more than survive when I made a conscious decision to try to love them in spite of what they were doing to me. You did it with Christopher. You did it with me. You have a gift.

"I don't want you to feel guilty about what you are doing. I don't want you to feel guilty because you are doing it with me or with another. There is nothing we can do about that. We have no control over it. Let yourself go and enjoy what you must do anyway." Gwen nodded.

As they kissed she took both his hands in hers. She felt him gasp and backed away to look in his eyes. She smiled as he studied her. "I have wanted you since the morning after your tour." She rubbed her body against his still holding his hands and backed away again looking down. He was becoming erect and she smiled at his size. She pulled a hand to her face and kissed his palm and then licked it. She pulled his other hand to her breast and arched her back as she leaned into him and kissed him again. He gasped again as she ran her fingers down his ribcage and across the small of his back and buttocks rolling her hips against him. 

She turned her back and he played his hands over her breasts as she moved against him. He hugged her to him and she offered her neck as he nuzzled into it. She raised her arm around his neck as he continued to fondle her. She turned back to him and watched his eyes as she sank to her knees. She watched it grow as she merely looked at it. She looked back to him and smiled as she saw his desire. He watched her take the tip of his organ with her tongue. It jumped as it throbbed and he exhaled with desire. 

She smiled at him and continued to tongue the tip of it as she ran her fingertips over his thighs. She was filled with desire for him and a desire to please him. She put everything out of her mind but him. The people watching on the other side of the mirror. The place she was in. The things she would have to do. She was Gwen and she was with Jacob. There was nowhere else she would rather be.

She dropped his cock from her mouth and knelt with her eyes down. One of her hands was on his thigh. She could smell the nutty aroma of his arousal as she breathed in deeply. She leaned in and nuzzled his sac, licking the front of it and just at the base of his penis. It was engorged and rigid. "I love you Jacob."

He pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the wall as she collapsed against him. She responded as he kissed her and then backed away. Both were breathing heavily as they looked into one another's eyes. There was apology in his and desire and sadness for her. 

There was fear in hers and reluctance and resolve. He whispered to her. "Put your palms against the wall and spread your legs." She complied and he put his hands against the wall by her shoulders and rubbed against her chest to chest and pressed his cock between her legs. She felt her groin muscles spasm and writhed against the wall.

"It's because it's you."

Jacob burst into laughter and she looked at him perplexed. "I know you better than that! It's because you are hopeless."

Gwen studied him a moment and then grinned. "Okay then, its better because it is you!" He laughed again and she pushed him playfully. He pulled her to him and kissed her. His need was raging and he pressed into her as he pulled her legs and buttocks to him and pressed her into the wall again.




The Brothel Ch. 09



He smiled filled with mirth. "I love you anyway!" Her arms slipped around his neck as he kissed her and pressed into her again. He backed away again. "Spread your legs again and put your hands against the wall." She did and he knelt in front of her. They grinned at each other and then she watched as he sank toward her cunt. He smelled her and she began to groan as he nuzzled her. He never even touched her with his tongue. He just nuzzled and smelled and she writhed helplessly with pleasure. He took her to the edge by smell and then stood, stopping on the way up, to lick both her nipples. He smiled at her and then burst out laughing again as she grabbed his cheeks and sucked on his nose. He pulled her to him again becoming more serious and held her cheeks looking into her eyes. "You are beautiful. Inside and out. I love you. I love you."

"Are you going to be watching?"

"On the monitors. Dance for me."

"I will."

"Are you ready?" Gwen nodded. His cleansing breath was the only giveaway to his anxiety. He nodded and gave her a push. "I'll be waiting. As soon as you are done with Anthony I will be there."

Gwen entered the special events room quickly. It was filled and men began to clap and hoot. The music was already playing and she went to her first mark. Tina had walked her through several days before. She had to hit certain places and spend time at each. The men were at tables throughout the room. There was a bar and hor d'oeuvres. The first mark was a pole. Other girls would follow her and hit the same marks. 

She tried to remember that she loved to dance. She tried to remember that Jacob was watching. She tried to remember that she was Dianna. She was smiling on the outside and playing to the clients but she felt like the room was filled with Morrisons. 

One of the men tried to pull her to him. She pushed away but ran her hand across his chest. She wanted to slug him. She was allowed to tell them she was booked for the night and they weren't allowed to do more than steal a hug and kiss if she let them. There were a few she allowed more liberties. Those Carrie had liked. Those who were kind. Joseph had shown her pictures. Others she smiled and turned away from as she danced. She wanted to cover herself and run from the room.

Joseph felt Julia standing at his shoulder as he watched Gwen on the monitor.

"She looks like a seasoned pro." Joseph made no comment as he continued to watch. He knew how Gwen would come to him in a few hours. And he knew Julia didn't care.

Gwen passed from the first room to the second. She managed to chamber sporadically. She tried to lose herself in the dance moves. The second room was more sedate. There were more business suits and older men. There were girls with serving trays here. This room was filled with power. 

She saw Tobias as soon as she entered the room. He was near where she would finish. She nodded to him and smiled as he nodded back. He was immaculately groomed and wore a dark suit and striking blue tie. His hair was silver but his face was unlined and dark. His eyes glittered. He was a handsome man. Julia told her she was fortunate to have captured his eye. Lucky me, she thought.

She saw the other two men as well. Guiseppe, her second trick was a drunk she was told, outwardly amiable, but he could be cruel. He was a heavyset man with white hair. His face was red and he raised his glass and leered at her. 

The last was Anthony. He was an accountant for the mob. In his mid-forties with a touch of gray in his sideburns, he watched her with his fingers interlaced and his chin against his thumbs. He was tall and lean. His features were angular but he was pleasant to look at. 

She wondered what kind of men could use others so. She would have to be on her mettle. It would be a challenge the way her stomach was turning. Tobias raised his chin in command and stood as she approached him. She hoped her loathing didn't show on her face. He took her hand and she returned his smile. She couldn't remember being this nervous before.

"Are you nervous?" Gwen's smile faded and she nodded. So nervous she hoped she wouldn't burst into tears. Tobias kissed the back of her hand, "Come." He led her to a small room elegantly furnished with a bed, chair and nightstand. He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed and stood watching her. "We'll talk for a few minutes." She sat at the edge of the bed and tried to smile at him again. "I know who you are. I know how you came to be here." He took off his coat and tie and folded them over the back of the chair before sitting back with his legs extended. 

Gwen nodded. She wasn't allowed to speak of her life before. "Did you like my dancing?"

"Very much. You like to dance then?" He picked up on her change of subject. She nodded and smiled. "Tell me about yourself, Gwen."

"Dianna." 

Tobias nodded deferring. "Julia tells me that you are getting to know everyone here. She says that you are networking."

"They are my family."

"Perhaps you would like to come to know me."

She looked at him quizzically. It hadn't occurred to her that he would want a relationship. "I would."

He smiled at her response. He did have a charming smile. "What would you like to know then?"

He waited while she sifted through her thoughts, "I would like to know about the organization of the mob and your place in it. I would like to know how it works. I would like to know what your responsibilities are. I would like to know whatever you would like to tell me about yourself."

Tobias laughed. "That would take hours to tell."

"Then perhaps you will have to come back to me another time." She smiled tentatively.

He stood and pulled her up by the hand, "Come to me." She stood in front of him looking up into his eyes. "We'll talk. This much I will tell you now. I am widowed. I loved my wife. I was not faithful to her but she understood and she didn't expect it of me. She was beautiful and she died a horrible death from cancer. I am lonely now."

Dianna reached up and touched his face. "These encounters will not fix that. Why don't you marry again?"

Tobias heaved a melancholy sigh. "I am in a position of power. Women come to me because of that. There is not one I can trust."

"I do not want anything of you." She could tell he didn't believe her.

"Tell me about yourself, Gwen."

"The rules forbid it." His lips tightened ever so slightly and she leaned into him. "I have been punished for disobeying the rules. Please don't be angry. I am new here. I am frightened. I am feeling my way." 

Tobias nodded in acceptance and leaned down to kiss her. She put her arms around him gratefully and returned the kiss. He pulled away and looked at her. "It surprises you that you are responding." Her breathing had deepened and he looked down to her chest and back to her eyes.

She nodded and then closed her eyes and kissed him again grateful that she was. He was an attentive lover. She could tell she pleased him as well. She lay in his arms when they were done and suppressed the feelings of sadness and loss. She was a whore now. There was no going back. He touched her cheek and she smiled at him.

"Ours was an arranged marriage." Gwen failed to hide her surprise. "It is more common in the mafia. I was raised in Italy until I was sixteen. I came here to go to boarding school and then college. I was groomed to follow in the family footsteps. My father stayed in Italy and my uncle was here. He had no sons. I worked hard and played hard. I had all the women I wanted but they were objects to be used. I knew that I was promised to my wife and made no other formal ties. She was an infant when I left Italy, the daughter of a distant relation but a strong ally. It was a political decision made by the family but I had no objection. She moved here when she was eighteen and I was thirty-three. Her whole grooming had been toward pleasing me and I was... astounded when I fell madly in love with her. She understood her duty but it took a while before I earned her love. She was a virgin when we married and a devout Catholic. She raised our daughters and gave my sons over to be raised as they needed to be raised."

"How many children do you have?"

"Six. Two daughters and four sons."

"Are you a good father?"

Tobias shrugged. "This isn't an easy life. My children are devoted to the family. They have no more opportunity to escape it than you do here. They find their joys. They honor me and I love them."

"Do you have grandchildren then?"

His eyes filled with tenderness as he smiled, "I am a doting grandfather! I have two grandchildren by my oldest daughter."

"Do you have pictures?"

Tobias pressed up on one elbow and reached for his pants hanging on the corner of the chair. He extracted his wallet from the back pocket and showed her the pictures. "This is Sophia. She is three... and Vincente. He is fifteen months." Dianna looked at the pictures. They were handsome children. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be raised in that culture. She glanced at Tobias as he sighed and closed the wallet.

"Do any of your sons come here?"

"Alfonzo. The others patronize other establishments."

"How long have you been widowed?"

"Six years."

"I'm sorry."

Tobias shrugged and Dianna kissed him. She sat up next to him and kissed him again leaning to rest her arm at his opposite side. She pulled away as he touched her cheek. "I would like to see you again." Her fingers brushed his cheek and she nodded in agreement.

"I can't give you much, but maybe I can comfort you. I can listen. I will keep your secrets if you choose to share them." 

Tobias pushed himself onto his elbow and cupped his hand at the back of her head. They kissed again more passionately until he pulled away. "You shouldn't keep Guiseppi waiting." She nodded again and left the room. 

There was a shower at the end of the hallway. She showered quickly and washed her face. She toweled herself dry and then looked in the mirror. She didn't even know the face that was reflected back. She sighed. She couldn't stop to think or feel now. If she did she would never make it through the night. She threw her towel in the bin and found her way to the room she had danced in. Guiseppi stood quickly as she entered. He left his drink where it sat.

He didn't want to talk and pawed at her and kissed her roughly as he led her quickly down the hall to an empty room. The things he wanted her to do sickened her. She chambered completely and smiled. She would survive. He couldn't get to her unless she allowed it. He was obese and slovenly and smelled of alcohol. He was more than drunk and she thought he would never come. 

He crushed her with his sweating body when he was done. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw up. She gathered herself and was surprised when he rolled off her. She kissed him until he began pawing at her again and then went from the room. She forced herself to walk upright and sighed in relief when she got to the shower. She had to keep gathering herself and giving herself pep talks.

Dianna returned to the main room to meet Anthony. There were other girls in there now servicing other clients. She ignored what was happening and found Anthony's eyes. He stood and approached her as she entered. He took her hand and held the door as he escorted her out. He was very tall. He led her into another trick room and backed her into the wall. There was a stool in the room and a pole and a chair. 

He raised her chin and kissed her. She tried to put her arms around him, but he took her wrists and guided her hands to the wall and then stroked her torso as he continued to kiss her. He backed away and nudged the stool against the wall and led her to it. She was only inches shorter than him once she stood on it. Again he placed her hands against the wall and began to stroke her as he kissed her. Even though she felt like crying, she felt aroused at his touch. 

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and bound her wrists together in front of her. "Dance the pole for me." Dianna complied noticing a hook high up on the pole. Anthony walked around her as he watched her. He took off his jacket and hung it over the chair. His tie and shirt and wife beater followed. He sat on the chair in his trousers and beckoned her with his chin. 

She approached him dancing and allowed him to guide her into his lap straddling his legs and with her arms around his neck. She felt the need as he looked at her and stroked her torso and between her legs. She kissed him as her body writhed. He lifted her arms and stood her up placing her bonds over the hook on the pole. She could stand on her toes. He continued stroking her torso and then backed away leaving her writhing as he took his pants off. She groaned as he stroked her nipples and then sucked on them. She was filled with need as he kissed her again and stuck his tongue far down her throat. She arched her back offering her breasts to him as his hands played over her. He left her again and stood back smiling. She came to him as he unhooked her wrists and untied them. He laughed softly as he pulled her away and handed her the handkerchief. "Tie me." She smiled mischievously and tied his wrists firmly behind him around the pole. 

It was her turn and she walked around him admiring his nakedness. He was engorged and hungry. She ran her hands over him over and over until his legs were trembling and he was begging. Then she pulled the chair in front of him and sat. He exhaled as she took him in her mouth. She showed no mercy as she played with him. She stopped only when he begged and stood on the chair. 

His breath was coming in great ragged gasps and he kissed her eagerly. She put her hands on the pole above his head and offered him her breasts. He moaned as he took them each in turn. She hung from the pole and straddled him placing her heels in his palms with her knees folded. She let go with one hand to guide him into her cunt. He spread his legs to brace himself against the pole and groaned as she worked him slowly in and out until he exploded and she came with the tide. She stood back on the chair and offered him her breasts again before climbing down and untying him. He swept her into his arms and kissed her over and over as the waves subsided.

Dianna leaned against the pole and watched him dress. Before he left he smiled at her and kissed her with his hand on her waist. She watched as he walked out and closed the door. 

Gwen didn't even know she had fallen until the floor hit her bottom. She felt like she was suffocating. She was gasping she knew, but there was no air. Joseph appeared out of nowhere at her side. She looked up at him in confusion. She could feel every place she had been touched and the saliva drying. She could feel where her wrists had been bound and where she had been entered, but her arms and legs would no longer obey her. They were as limp as noodles and still she couldn't breathe.

The next thing she knew Joseph was holding her up in the shower and telling her to relax. Her whole body was trembling. It took her a few minutes to realize she was crying. Sobbing hysterically. She still couldn't breathe. She clung to him desperately and he held her close. He was a rock in the middle of a raging river. He was talking but she couldn't make sense of his words at first. Gradually she was able to make them out. 

"Come back to me. Come back to me, Gwen. Come back to me." Suddenly she found she could breathe again. She pushed away the waves of nausea and gasped for air. Joseph backed her to the wall and turned the spray on her. He held her by her forearms until she could stand on her own. When she looked into his eyes it wasn't Joseph there, it was Jacob. His eyes were swollen and filled with tears. This was the time he had spoken of. He could chamber to protect himself, but he was taking on her pain to help her. The pain was raw in his eyes. He had been through worse and he was reliving it now. He understood perfectly how she felt. 

Gwen handed him a bottle of body wash. He shook his head and exchanged it for shampoo. "From the top down, I'll wash it all away." He guided her into the spray and she closed her eyes as he wet down her hair. He took his time washing it and rinsing it thoroughly. There was makeup remover on the shelf and he took that and a q-tip and carefully removed the eye makeup before washing her face. He patted her eyes dry when he was done so that she could meet his gaze as he washed her neck and arms and torso. He didn't miss a spot. 

He pulled her into his arms briefly and kissed her on the lips as he poured more body wash into his hand and began on her hips and bottom. He worked his fingers into her crack and between her legs before he knelt in front of her. She spread her legs as he washed her thoroughly inside and out and rinsed her carefully. He washed every inch of her legs and feet and between her toes and then he kissed the front of her thigh and she spread her legs again as he nuzzled her pubic hair and breathed in deeply.

Gwen looked at him as he stood. He was smiling. "What was that for?"

"I was just making sure." His voice was slightly playful.

"Sure?"

He slipped his arms back around her waist and pronounced, "You are perfectly clean. You are Gwen again."

Gwen smiled and took his cheeks in her hand and sucked his nose clean.



The Brothel Ch. 10



***This is my original work and may not be republished without permission.

*

SUBMISSION

"Dianna left suddenly. Gwen was still unconscious. It's why your body wouldn't work." Gwen was nestled in his arms in her bed. There had been a candlelit dinner for two when they returned to her room, which she had only been able to pick at, followed by a hot oil massage and another shower. Julia had given her diamond earrings. She wouldn't have worn them, but Jacob advised her it was mandatory until she was fully trained.

"What is the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Whatever you want. Showers whenever you want. Hugs whenever you want."

"What about Karen?"

"John has her. She likes him. You are queen for a day."

"Then let's go to the mural."

"As you wish." 

Gwen was on a roller coaster of emotion vacillating from barely hanging on to falling apart. Her muscles were tense and then quivering like jello. Waves of nausea were still threatening to overcome her. She had to crawl into Jacob's arms repeatedly for comfort. Rachel had emailed her that her surprise was ready. Maybe if she could concentrate on anything but what happened she could pull herself together. Jacob said she would have to talk about it before they went to bed that night.

************

Trey was sitting cross-legged on a scaffold about four feet off the ground. Julia had allowed him to paint in one of the main hallways just outside the cafeteria. The mural was more than half done. The viewer was looking up at a dark rock face broken by riots of purple blooms that grew on ledges in the rocks. A stream cascaded over rocks nearby and a dark path separated the two. On the path was a tiny fuschia crawdad with his claws raised to engage in battle. Rachel stood next to him and her smile faded as she saw the diamonds in Gwen's earlobes and the expression of anguish on her face. 

Gwen crumpled into her arms sobbing. Anger flared in Trey and he thought about chastising Joseph until he saw the same agony reflected in his expression. He pressed his lips together and rested his forearms on his thighs in silence. Rachel backed Gwen to the wall and slid down gathering her in her arms.

Trey's pallor had deepened. Jacob could hear the ralls distinctly as he labored to breathe. "It's coming along well."

Trey gestured to the crawdad with his brush. "I was hiking there one morning in the rain. I came upon him in the middle of the trail. He didn't care how big I was. He was going to take me on. He reminds me of Gwen." Trey paused and breathed in deeply. "I'm glad she'll be here for Rachel." 

Jacob glanced at the girls who were whispering quietly to one another and then looked back at Trey. "How long?"

Trey shrugged. "Not long after I finish this, I think. It was good for me to do this. Something positive."

Jacob put his hand on Trey's. "I should have been a better friend. I'm glad Gwen brought us together. If there's anything I can do..."

Trey studied Jacob for a long time before speaking. "Morphine." Jacob looked at him for a long time and then nodded. Trey nodded and turned back to his work. "Gwen has a gift for you." 

Gwen brushed away her tears as Jacob approached. He pulled both girls to their feet. He took Gwen's hand as Rachel squatted and reached into a canvas bag and pulled out a wrapped package. She set it on the scaffold and stood to his side as Gwen led him to the package.

"Is this what you were conspiring with everyone for?" 

Gwen nodded. He glanced at Rachel and Trey before unwrapping it. He gasped as he saw the picture Trey had painted. It wasn't what he expected and Gwen worried that he was angry. He never raised his eyes from the picture. She could see them filling with tears. He caressed Trey's arm again and picked up the box in one arm and took Gwen by the hand leading her swiftly down the hall. They rounded a corner and he let them into the first locked door they came to. His hand was shaking as he keyed in his code. He handed Gwen the box and sank against the wall with his hands hanging at his side.

"I'm sorry, Jacob."

He shook his head violently and choked on a sob. He couldn't speak as he broke down. She watched him as he sank to the floor. She started to apologize again but he shook his head. His voice was choked with tears as he explained. "After I killed her... I destroyed every reminder of her...every picture... every memento... every gift she ever gave me... All I could remember was that day and I had to forget it... people tried to say kind words and I cut them off... I had to shut it all away. It had to be like she never existed. John and Julia finally backed off. Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of her in a kindness I observed. I came to regret... destroying what was good..."

Gwen smiled, "Then you should read this."

Jacob took the box as she offered it and stood, pulling her into his arms. "Let's go to my room." He glanced at the camera. "There's no camera there."

**************

Jacob's room was larger than hers. The walls were drywall. There was a sound system and a queen-size bed. There were hooks on the wall and a small dresser. There was carpet. On the wall was a poster-size picture he had taken of Gwen in the brown thong and t-shirt top. He led her to the dresser and took out a t-shirt and pair of shorts with a drawstring at the waist. Gwen clutched them to her and then put them on quickly. Jacob was already stretched out on the bed looking through the book. He patted the bed and Gwen joined him. "When I asked Julia she said she knew just the picture."

"It was my favorite."

"John collected the stories."

"I took a lot of photos of Carrie that were never used on the website. I kept all the CD's with the other portfolios though. Julia must have pulled this one when I destroyed the others."

The stories were typed and in sheet protectors. Other photos were included. Julia must have given John the CD to work with as well. They spent the afternoon reading the book and Jacob began reminiscing. Gwen enjoyed the light in his eyes as he told tender and silly stories. It was as though a dam had burst within him. 

"I didn't know what to get you for your evaluator's reward."

"More than the meal and the massage?"

"Of course!"

"The clothes are wonderful even if I can only wear them in here."

"When you are done with your training you can move in here with me, but until then you have to stay in A block. In the meantime you can visit me and borrow my clothes."

"I'd rather borrow Belle's."

"Funny."

She smiled, "It's cozier in my bed anyway."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"About being cozy?"

"No, silly. Any ideas about your reward."

"My passcode."

"I hate to give you that."

"Why?"

"Because up until now whenever I wanted to see you I knew exactly where you were. Now I will have to find you."

"I'll leave a trail of crumbs."

He grinned and pecked her on the lips, "I have to give you that anyway. Something else... I need some ideas."

"There is something."

"What?"

"An oxygen tank for Trey." Gwen studied him. "He's getting worse."

"I know."

"Would he take it?"

"Maybe."

"Could you get one?"

"I'll talk to Julia."

"Soon."

"I will." He pointed at the book. "I can't tell you how much this means to me. I feel so much better. I have tried to reach out to others when I see a need."

"Then everything that was good about Carrie wasn't destroyed."

Jacob paused.

"I thought of something else."

"What?"

Gwen pointed at the poster. "One of those of you. Clothed."

"I don't understand why you would want it, but I can do that."

"The same reason you wanted one. When did you put it up?"

"The picture?" Gwen nodded. "After Christopher raped you. The two days you were locked in your cell." Gwen nodded again. Jacob studied her a moment and then brushed a stray hair from her face. "If you can talk about it now we can just get past it and enjoy the rest of the day."

Gwen teared up immediately and heaved a sigh before nodding. "I got through it is all. I tried to chamber. I wanted to run. They didn't do anything horrible. I just felt violated. I wanted to stop it and I couldn't. Joseph just nodded and stroked her as she nestled in the crook of his arm.

******************

Gwen jerked awake in the middle of the night. She felt like she was being crushed and she couldn't breathe. Her arms were pinned above her and she blinked as a light shone harshly in her eyes. Jacob was on her and a bead of blood was forming in one of the furrows she left on his neck. She relaxed and he rolled off of her. She sat up on the edge of the bed trying to calm down. Jacob reached out to touch her. She felt like his touch seared her and she flinched. She jumped up and paced the floor.

"I need to run." Jacob nodded and sat up scrubbing his fingers through his hair. "You don't have to come." She punched in her code and headed for the treadmills ignoring him as he padded behind her. 

She was still running an hour later when he left her and went to the showers. Shortly after he left another man entered. He was wearing spandex shorts and no shirt. He watched her run for several seconds and then set down a small bag he was carrying on a bench and began putting on weight lifting gloves. The man was thick and muscular. She had seen him in the cafeteria but not the gym. His hair was cut short and dark. His skin was dark. He approached her as he put on the gloves staring at her breasts as she ran. She stopped suddenly cutting the machine off and made a move toward the shower to find Jacob. The man cut her off without a word and grabbed her wrist as she tried to get by. He didn't have to work hard at all and Gwen found herself trapped in a corner. 

"Leave me alone."

He didn't say a word and smiled. Gwen tried to push him but she was unable to move him. He began to touch her and she fought him off as well as she could but he pinned both of her hands with one of his. When he started to work his shorts off with his other hand she began to scream. Jacob appeared holding a towel.

"Back away from her now!" The man stiffened in anger and then smiled at her and dropped her hands. When he didn't back away she pushed by him. He was exposing himself as she did. She ran past Jacob and headed back to A block and straight for the shower. Her movements were harsh and he could tell she was near tears.

"You should cry now or you might break down with a client." She stopped scrubbing her shoulder and stared off at nothing and then nodded slightly and the tears came. Jacob moved toward her but stopped as she shied away. She spoke more harshly than she intended.

"Leave me." She reached out in apology but came short of touching his hand. "Please. I'll come find you in the cafeteria." Jacob nodded reluctantly and left.

She had pulled herself back together by the time she found him in the cafeteria. He watched her as she milled through the crowd and spoke with several people including Scott and Charlie. She even stopped and massaged Scott's shoulders. Her smile for the others was genuine and he couldn't see anything of the person he left crying in the shower. Her eyes were apologetic as she sank into the chair next to Jacob. "You'd better hurry if you're going to eat."

Gwen shook her head slightly and looked at John. "I would like to speak with you this evening. After dinner?" She turned to Jacob. "I spoke with Elaine. I told her I want to learn the ropes in the infirmary. She said I could go there after lunch." Jacob nodded. "She said she gave Trey a bottle of oxygen and Julia ordered more."

Jacob nodded again. "I will do whatever you want me to do to help." A flash of anger passed through her eyes and she pressed her lips together. She was barely holding on now. She gathered herself and her eyes hardened.

"Put my makeup on for me? Help me shut Gwen away for a while." Jacob flashed a look at John and stood. Gwen caressed John's shoulder as they left the room.

There was only time for Gwen to read the profiles of her clients for the day and to submit as Joseph put on her makeup. He escorted her to another room where she was to wait until she was summoned. Wait with the other whores. She barely nodded to him as he told her he would be waiting when she was through. She did what she was trained to do. 

She smiled and flirted and acted as though she wanted them but they were only on the periphery. She barely remembered them. She remembered what they did to her though. She said nothing as Joseph led her back to her shower. She took off her own makeup and was silent as she showered. He allowed her the distance she thought she needed. 

There was a large bouquet of flowers on the table beside the chair in her room. Joseph watched her as she stopped and stared at it. Her jaw clenched and the vase shattered on the floor as she struck at it blindly. He glanced at the camera and tried to hold on to her but she pushed him away again and went back into the shower. She tried, but she couldn't seem to wash it away. She couldn't get clean. She scrubbed her skin raw. Joseph was gone when she came out but there was a note on her bed. The flowers and broken glass were gone. "I took Karen to lunch. I'll bring you something to eat. I won't be long. I love you. Jacob."

She was trembling all over as she sat on the edge of the bed. She forced herself under control and gradually her breathing stilled and the trembling stopped. She left a note on the bed when she left. "Work with Karen. I'm not hungry. I'll be in the infirmary. Dianna."

************

"I just feel so empty and sad."

"Like when you had the abortion."

Gwen nodded. John sat in the chair next to her bed so she could curl up under the sheet.

"I won't lie to you. It will take a while for those feelings to go away. What did you do then to cope?"

"I ran. A lot."

"Did you cry?" Gwen nodded. "Did you talk to anyone?"

Gwen teared up struggling to speak. "No. Brian shocked me so badly. Everyone in town had seen the pictures. My sister had violated my confidence. My mother disowned me. My father never reached out. 

"So you made it through all of that basically without any help?" Gwen nodded. "You are very strong. Have you felt happy since then? At school? Or even here?" Gwen nodded again. "So if you give it some time, you might find that you can be happy again?" She nodded. "You didn't have access to many resources to help the first time. Maybe you could have gone to the guidance counselor or your minister."

"They were both friends of my mother."

"A lot of times when we are in pain we push away the very people who might be willing to help us." Gwen acknowledged the comment with a small nod. "It took a lot of courage for you to request to speak with me." A weak smile. "Sometimes we hate to appear weak in front of others. I doubt that anyone in the cafeteria even knew how you felt." He waited watching her.

"What?"

"Most of us know exactly how you feel right now. It might have been a long time ago for some. Some have buried the pain and not dealt with it. Some may not understand because they grew up with it. But most of us went through the very same thing." He paused again. "Use your resources. Give yourself time. Continue to serve others. Don't push offered help away. People here will help you through."

**************

"Julia tells me you didn't like the flowers."

Dianna glanced at him. "She said you could have me killed."

"Not for something so petty." Tobias smiled. "I want to understand." 

Dianna nodded but she didn't believe his words. Or his smile. "Yesterday wasn't a good day." She smiled and embraced him with one arm as she stroked his chest with the other. She loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his buttons. "Couldn't we just forget it?" 

She looked up at him slowly as he grasped her wrist. He didn't hurt her but it was firm enough that she couldn't move her fingers. The memory flashed. Joseph said the man from the weight room was Jerry. She tried to hide her fear.

"Explain." His voice was low and patient but filled with the expectation of being obeyed.

Dianna sighed. "You won't like what I have to say."

There was a hint of a smile. "Say it anyway." 

She glanced at his hand holding her wrist and he loosened his grip. "I am not doing this because I want to. I was kidnapped and I am being forced. I am not doing it for money or gifts. I don't want gifts from you or anyone else. If I accept them then I am a whore." She tried to read his expression. He let go her hand. He pushed her away gently and unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed the tie on the bed and handed her his shirt.

"Put it on." She looked at him not understanding. "Please. Put it on. I don't mean to command...." He waved his hand in frustration and sat down on the bed. She turned her back as she put on the shirt and turned back to him as she finished buttoning it. It was long enough to cover her. She still couldn't read his expression. "You..." he smiled and shook his head. "People don't often surprise me." He looked back at her. "You did the other day. When you offered to keep my confidences. When you said you would listen to me. When you asked about me. I don't think anybody ever has before."

"Any whore."

He cringed and nodded. "Will you sit?" Dianna nodded hesitantly and sat with a space between them. "Would you wear makeup like that normally?"

"Dianna does. Gwen doesn't wear any at all."

"The flowers were because you surprised me. They weren't for the sex." She forced her face to remain smooth. "I am what is called an underboss." She looked at him not understanding. "A Don is the head of the whole organization. Then comes the underboss. That is me. The Don is my uncle. He is in his eighties but still vigorous for his age. He has a counselor or advisor called a consigliere. Then come the capos. They run various businesses for the family. The capos report to me. I report to the Don."

"What businesses do you run?"

"A number of them. Nothing very interesting. Two of my sons are capos."

"How old are your children?"

"My oldest daughter, Carmen, is twenty-six. They are stair steps. Alfonzo comes next. He is twenty-five. Bernardo is twenty-four. Carlos is twenty-two. Anna is twenty-one and Rudy is the baby. He is nineteen." Tobias paused. Anna looks just like her mother. It brings me such sweet pain to look at her. She graduates from NYU in a few weeks."

"Did you arrange Carmen's marriage?"

Tobias shook his head. "She fell in love when she was fifteen. Georgio was twenty-four. He is a good man. Her mother and I both approved. They were married when she turned twenty."

"Does he come here?"

"No." 

"Does everyone in the family want to be there?"

"In the family?"

"Yes."

Tobias studied her intently. "It is dangerous to try to escape. You are no longer trusted."

"You said they were prisoners." She pondered a moment. "What of you?"

"I am an old man. I wish to make no changes now."

"How do you become a member of the family?"

"You are given a challenge. Once you complete it you take oaths. Then you are a made man."

"A made man?"

"An official member... accepted."

"Does it involve bloodshed?"

"Most of the time."

"What sort of oaths?"

"Oaths of loyalty and obedience and silence."

"Silence?"

"Omerta. It is an old code. We grow up with it."

"So no more flowers?" 

Gwen shook her head. She had reluctantly returned Tobias' shirt and he was fastening the buttons at his wrists. 

He had his back to her nakedness. "I wish there were something I could do in their place."

"The shirt for a time was gift enough." Not making me have sex with you.

He turned to her, "Some consider me a generous man." He saw the wheels turning in her mind. "Perhaps there is something then?"

"Perhaps."




The Brothel Ch. 11



***This is my original work and may not be republished without permission.

*

INITIATION

"The party tricks don't count toward your first fifty."

Of course they don't. You wouldn't want to make it too easy. "Whatever it takes."

"Once you pass the second level you will be required to do more tricks. More challenging tricks." It doesn't matter. I'm a whore now. Dianna watched her in silence. Julia leaned against her elbows and studied her. "How is Joseph?"

"Fine." Your property will recover to be used again.

"You didn't sleep in your room last night."

"I slept with him in the infirmary."

"It's against the rules."

"I know."

"Joseph was punished for breaking the rules."

"He had his reasons. He took his punishment." Punish me.

Julia continued to study her. "Your infraction was minor. After your tricks this morning you will seek out Jerry to whip you ten times on the table in the cafeteria."

Gwen nodded in assent. No emotion showed on her face. Assent and compliance. After Jerry's session it was easy. "Do you have any idea how soon you will be able to schedule the parties and initiation?"

"I already told Adam that you were nearly done with the girls. He is coming in two days. I think he will agree to schedule the initiation at that time. I can schedule both parties tomorrow if you like. The sessions are two-hours each. For the party that doesn't involve bondage the clients pay a flat fee for whatever they choose to do in the party room. For the bondage session six will be allowed to participate while others will pay a lesser fee to watch."

"How many clients can you schedule me for over the next three days?"

Julia smiled. "Even now I could keep you busy around the clock."

"Schedule thirty-two then." 

Julia nodded. "As you wish." She shuffled papers on her desk and then set them aside. "I may not be able to be so choosy on short notice."

"I'll leave it to your judgment."

"Why the rush?"

"I want as much freedom as I am allowed. I want clothes." I want to marry Joseph. "I want to be able to decline Jerry's advances." I want as much as possible over with before Joseph gets out of the infirmary.

"I think you are misjudging Jerry."

"I know what he did to me." Julia studied her expressionless face. "I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Keep Joseph in the infirmary until after the parties."

"Why?"

"I don't want him to think he needs to intervene."

"I can't promise anything. I'll talk to Elaine."

*********

"This isn't going to be like the last party."

Gwen looked at Scott. It's going to be better. "Just tell me what to do."

The first party had been easy. Christopher had escorted her. The clientele was younger. The parties were cheaper than individual tricks. Other than feeling like a broom handle had been forced inside her she wasn't too much the worse for the wear. She turned eight tricks in two hours, but of course they didn't count toward her thirty-two. Eighteen now. She had done fourteen that first day after talking to Julia. And been whipped at lunch. 

And Jerry had made her sleep with him that night. He wasn't happy to learn what she had done. He found out after they had lifted and before he whipped her. The whipping left welts on her backside that would be there a few days but she didn't care. She jumped off the table and gave Jerry a lingering kiss before she had run off to do the rest of her tricks. 

She was exhausted now and missing Jacob, but she was focused and determined. She had received an email from Julia that morning asking her how she felt about missing a little sleep. She told her she could find her eighteen tricks before the initiation if she was willing. The initiation was scheduled after lunch the next day. Gwen replied, "Let's do it." 

Scott handed her a collar. "For now, put that on." She complied and he handed her a leash. She clipped it to the collar and handed the end back to him. "I will lead you inside. You will put on a blindfold and submit while I put on wrist restraints and lead you around the room to be petted. After that is the harness." 

Gwen tried to keep the anticipation out of her eyes. She sighed heavily. "Are you okay?" 

She nodded. Why did she like the bondage so much? Remember not to smile. Remember not to smile. 

"Six clients have paid to have sex with you during this session. There will be two ten minute periods when the others will be able to enjoy you."

"No discipline."

"No. Only bondage."

Gwen nodded. "Let's go then." 

She grabbed at the leash as he playfully jerked her into the room. There were twenty-seven clients. Scott led her to a small dais in the center of the room. There was a rope and pulley system with several carabiners hanging down from above it. The clients were hooting or clapping. Gwen took a small bow with her hands at her hips, one foot in front of the other. Scott walked around her and she turned to face all the men. He handed her the blindfold and she obediently put it on. She tried to hide the rush of excitement as he stood behind her and ordered her to cross her wrists. She lowered her head as though ashamed.

He led her through the group slowly and she kept her face straight as they touched her. Sometimes she pretended to want to move away but Scott would jerk slightly on the leash and she would comply. She tightened her jaw and shook her head. By the time he led her to the dais she was breathing hard but she hoped they were taking it as fear or distress. 

They had to know her body was responding though. Her tits were hard and erect. Her pussy was throbbing and swollen. She could feel the juices running down her legs. 

Scott tied the leash to the carabiner and then clipped a nylon strip to the back of the collar. The strip was an inch wide and had eight metal rings at intervals down the length. It came to a triangle just below her waist and split in two. Scott brought the two pieces between her legs and back around her thighs. He pulled them taut and secured the Velcro with the loose ends underneath so there was no chance they could break open. She couldn't help but writhe as he unexpectedly brushed her nipples. The strap was putting some pressure on her throat. 

Next he attached two long ropes to the front of the dog collar with clasps. He left them brushing against her as he undid the Velcro on her wrists and refastened them in front of her before raising them to the carabiner and tying them with the rest of the leash. She continued to writhe as he brushed her breasts while crisscrossing the ropes from front to back across the top of her breasts, through the loops in the strap, below her breasts and crossed in between. He released her arms again and wrapped the ropes around her upper arms pulling them tight against her body before looping them through the next set of rings. 

He brought the ropes firmly around her torso under her arms and then around her arms at her elbows bringing them slightly behind her and pulling the ropes taut. He did the same with the next set of rings crossing her forearms and placing black coverings on her hands that required her hands to be fisted. He replaced the Velcro wrist fasteners more firmly this time and lashed her hands firmly to her back and the strip on the last set of rings before looping the leftover ends of the ropes between her legs to the front and underneath the two lowest crisscrosses drawing them close together. 

He went up the front drawing each set closer together and putting more pressure on the bonds. Gwen felt the pressure with her breath as he tightened the last crisscrosses on her breasts. She groaned in pleasure hoping that he would take it as discomfort. She writhed inside as he ran his thumbs in circles around her nipples, but she knew her swelling cunt would give her away. 

When he was done he placed a bar between her knees to force her legs apart and fastened the Velcro straps around her knees. Then he fastened the carabiner to a loop he had formed above her breasts and lifted her from the ground. The pressure was uncomfortable as her chest was drawn up. Her knees came forward as her feet left the ground and she knew her cunt was on display for all to see. She was completely immobilized. 

She groaned helplessly and came as Scott spun her slowly around. She could hear a distant buzz of people yelling.

He set her down and invited the first client to come forward. She knew if he smelled her heat it would be the end of it. Scott must have had directions on what the clients liked because he strapped her shoulders in a truss as the man came forward. She felt hands brushing and pinching at her nipples and opened her mouth as his tongue went down her throat. She felt his hand searching her cunt and fingering her clitoris and gasped. 

Scott fastened the carabiner to the truss near her shoulder blades and leaned her forward lowering the carabiner. The client had a padded strap in front of her hips and was standing behind her. Her hips bent as the client pulled back on the strap while Scott lowered her. Again she was perfectly presented. She groaned with pleasure and came again as his cock slid inside. She felt his fingers move down her crack and came again as his thumb slid in her rectum. Slowly he worked his way in and out. He had to feel the pulsing in her vagina. Gwen couldn't help but gasp as he exploded inside her.

She didn't realize until he pulled away that the strap at her hips had been attached to a carabiner also and she was hanging. Again Scott spun her slowly as he invited the next client. He liked feet. He took hold of her left ankle and brought her foot to his mouth. Slowly he tongued her foot stopping when he found the most ticklish spot. She was groaning loudly as she came again and again on the other foot. He entered her forcefully and played with her clit as he moved in and out. She couldn't help but come again as he did. Scott stood her up as he finished and the man kissed her. She responded helplessly as he fondled her breasts and her clitoris. She wanted to know what he looked like. 

Scott released the bar and turned the hip support around. He released the truss and hooked the carabiner to her breasts again and lowered her back. Willingly she spread her thighs. 

Two hours went by in euphoria. Scott removed the blindfold after the six were done and introduced her to each. She kissed them all. He allowed the rest to fondle her as he slowly released the restraints. She knew they had to know how much she enjoyed it. She loved sex. She pinned Scott to the wall and frenched him before she ran to the shower.

**************

"Whatever you want." Gwen had her arms around Jerry in the shower. "I only have four hours before I have to be back for my last three tricks and the initiation."

"You must be tired."

Gwen smiled. Her cunt was so sore. 

Jacob was waiting in the shower outside the bondage room when she finished. She was all over him as soon as she saw him grinning from ear to ear. She had to be careful not to hurt him.

"Julia told me."

"I am hot! I am hot! I am hot!"

Jacob laughed, "I see that!" He led her to the shower and looked into her eyes. She watched him hungrily as he washed her. The redness from the bonds would last for a while. The design was interesting. He played with her nipples and her cunt as he washed her. She hung onto the showerhead and sighed with pleasure.

"I love you Jacob. I missed you so much." She bit back the request. She wanted him so badly she would willingly beg. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Resist!"

"It is almost impossible. I am so glad to see you." He looked deeply into her eyes as he held her chin and jaws between his palms. She wanted to go chest to chest with him and cunt to cock, but she resisted.

"I'm starving!"

"Let's go. You don't have much time. I'll wait in the waiting room so I can see you between tricks for a while before I work with Karen."

***********

She responded as Jerry kissed her. He released her suddenly and she smiled as he looked at her.

"What?"

He shrugged and shook his head.

"What?"

He spoke hesitantly. "I don't know. You just seem so... willing."

Her smile faded and then returned. "I am. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to answer my questions truthfully."

The smile faded again, "Ask."

"Do you want to be with me?"

Gwen sighed and studied his eyes. "I am required."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"It's what you taught me."

"You forgave Chris."

"That's not a question."

"Why?"

"Because I violated the rules and Julia ordered the punishment."

"I was following the rules. Julia orders me to do what I do." 

Gwen watched him silently. 

When she said nothing he continued, "I alienate everyone. Every female who comes in here."

"Why?"

"Because I'm doing my job."

"Sometimes it is good to go the second mile. When what you are doing is helping others. In your case it isn't. Maybe you are required to rape everyone who comes through and complete the session with certain requirements, but are you required to be with us after or are you just allowed if you want to insist on it?" Jerry hung his head. "That sense of entitlement dehumanizes you." He nodded slightly. "I care about Joseph. You hurt him. I think it was harder for him to forgive Chris." Jerry nodded with his head down. "Do you ask everyone these questions?"

"No."

"There is another question you haven't asked yet. You've danced around it." Gwen shut the water off and handed him a towel, taking one for herself. Jerry nodded and began to dry absently.

"I studied martial arts before I came here. Jiu Jitsu, Kenpo, Karate. I was a bouncer but I got high one night and I had made the wrong enemies. I fought and fought here but it didn't do any good. They kept me in a darkened cell and shoved a tray in." He stopped a moment with his head down. "They shoved things up inside me. I had a lot of anger. They allowed me to get rid of it, but they cultivated it too. There is a market for what I do."

"Your life depends on it."

Jerry nodded. "I don't think that Chris felt like he deserved your forgiveness. I think he is trying to earn it even now. To earn the right to be forgiven."

"Are you frightened?" Jerry sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Of what?"

"Of doing what it would take to earn it."

"It would be more difficult for you." 

Jerry nodded again. 

What have you done? How many women have you raped? Men? Rachel. "We need to think. I need to talk to Joseph. This involves him too. What are your expectations tonight?"

He snorted wryly and shrugged. "I don't know."

"I'm really tired." He snorted again and held his hands toward her palm down indicating that he had no intention of pressing himself upon her. She acknowledged his response waving a hand. "My head hurts. My back hurts. Everything is tense. I could use a back rub." 

The look on his face. He needed a hug. 

"What is your real name?" He didn't expect the question, or he didn't remember. He had to think.

"Michael."

"Michael. I am Gwen." She dropped her towel in the bin and took his hand. 

**********

She woke up feeling like she had been run over by a truck. Jacob was stroking her shoulder. Jerry had his arm draped across her curled into her back. He didn't even stir as she crawled out from under him.

"I let you sleep as long as I could. You barely have time to shower before your first trick." He glanced at Jerry. "I was watching on the monitor. What happened?" He waited as Gwen turned and pulled the sheet over Jerry and stroked his cheek before leading Jacob from the room. 

She didn't speak until they were in the shower and she was nestled against him. "I'm so tired. I'm so sore." He pulled her close kissing her forehead and rubbing her back. She sank into him as he rocked her slowly back and forth rubbing and stroking her back. He didn't realize she was crying until he pulled her away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just such a relief to be with you. To feel your arms. I was so worried about you."

He heaved a sigh and took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. "I told you I was okay."

"I know, but I didn't believe you." He laughed and she closed her eyes as he kissed her again and took her back into his arms.

"Tell me where you hurt."

"My cunt."

"I'm sorry."

"My heart." Jacob looked at her again. "He wants to talk to you. I think someone needs to watch him for a few days. He might be suicidal. I told him not to talk to Julia until he spoke with you and maybe with John." Jacob nodded. "He's agreed to meet us for lunch." Gwen noticed the frustration in his sigh. "The things he has done."

Jacob nodded. "There won't be much time at lunch. I have to tell you what I can and get you ready for the initiation. Have you been eating enough?"

"No. I haven't had time. And I needed sleep worse."

"You did." He turned off the shower and handed her a towel. "You're beautiful." They both glanced aside as Jerry entered. His eyes pleaded with Joseph's a moment and then he turned from them and began washing his hands in the sink. Jacob turned to Gwen and pulled her close so he could whisper. "I want to be worthy of your love." Gwen gasped and looked at him. 

"You are the most beautiful man." She kissed him for a long moment and then broke away. Jerry was drying his face and jumped when she touched his waist. He looked at her and she smiled and hugged him before slipping out of the room.

**************

"That's all you can tell me?"

""I'm sorry."

"Selfishness on my part."

"I guess I can forgive you for that." She put down her fork. "What do you think?"

"He's rough. I've never seen him this way. He always was an automaton. He could beat someone senseless and walk away. He doesn't talk to anyone. Everyone is afraid of him, but since I have been here he has never broken the rules."

"How long has he been here?"

"Not much longer than me. Maybe a year." Jacob looked at her. "He's done things to me." He dropped his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know if I can do it Gwen."

"I know it wouldn't be easy. It is between you and him. I will love you no matter what you decide."

Jacob nodded. "Did you get enough to eat?"

"For now."

He reached and squeezed her hand, "Good. Because here they come."

Lia, the silken haired Asian girl, led three other Gems to the table. She knew them by name, but nothing more. They were Colleen's friends and hadn't warmed up to her status. "Are you ready?"

Gwen smiled at her and glanced at Jacob before nodding and rising.

The only thing Jacob had told her was that she would have to go with the Gems who came for her and do what they said. She would be brought to Adam and he would direct the initiation. Lia and the others were fully dressed. Gwen had ignored their smirks as she was led to the spa and left for a facial and to be waxed. When she was finished the four came again for her and led her to a dimly lit party room. The rest of the Gems were there fully clothed, sitting encircling a round table. 

The four led her to it and took their places at the edge of the circle. Music was playing and they ordered her onto the table to dance. There was giggling. It would be over in a few hours. She smiled and began to dance. Why would they laugh? They had all been through the same thing. Thank you, Jerry. She shut out all but the music and lost herself in the dance. They couldn't take her dignity. She would dance for Jacob. He was probably watching with Adam even now. She smiled to herself.

One of the girls ordered her to touch herself and she did, running her hands up and down her torso, playing with her nipples and cunt. One of the girls joined her on the table and kissed her and began stroking her. It took Gwen a moment to notice as some of the others dropped to their knees and bowed forward with arms outstretched. Her back was facing in the direction of their bow and she looked up at the ceiling pretending not to notice as she continued to dance. 




The Brothel Ch. 12



BUKAKKE AND DOM

"What do you think?" Gwen smiled. Jacob stood behind her as she surveyed herself in the mirror in the bathroom. Her nipples were pierced with gold figure eights and a medium weight gold chain hung between the two. 

"I like them. I just wish I wasn't so sore. Can you at least take off the chain?"

"I can't. It requires a tool. When you're done with the third level. But you have a few days to baby them." 

"While I recuperate from having my wisdom teeth removed. Oh boy."

Jacob kissed the nape of her neck. "Does it hurt there?"

Gwen smiled. "No." She felt a flutter as he nuzzled and licked his way up her neck and behind her ear. He was beginning to swell as he slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his hips into her.

"I could kiss them better." 

A weak smile flashed. "Did you watch?"

"I did. There were cameras everywhere recording everything. You were hot."

The smile faded. "How can you still love me?"

Jacob stopped and turned her to face him. "How could I not? You sacrificed to give me a gift. To protect me. I understand why and I'm grateful, but I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around. The price you paid was high."

"Protecting you was protecting me. You don't know what it did to me to see you like that." Her eyes grew large as she caught his expression and remembered Carrie. "You do know what it did to me. Then you understand why. What you did was for nothing. It didn't keep anything from happening, but I could make what you have to go through easier."

Jacob nodded. "You're right. My reaction was instinctive. I understood the consequences, but it was worth the price to me. What does that tell you about how I feel about you?"

Reassurance flooded through Gwen and he enfolded her in his arms. "Hold me close. Hold me close." He crushed her to him. It hurt but she didn't care. She cried herself out as he held her rocking her back and forth and stroking her face and hair. Her tears were tears of horror over what she had done and what had been done to her. They were tears of relief to be with Jacob and away from Jerry.

Finally he pulled away again and looked into her eyes. "I think you set yourself a pretty heavy schedule the last few days. You're a little frazzled. You're hurting. You haven't seen me enough. You're tired. A little empty?" 

Gwen heaved a huge sigh and nodded. 

"There are sandwiches in your room. You're scheduled for a massage. Then we can go to my room if you like and you can sleep." Gwen nodded. "I have Tylenol."

She whispered, "Yay."

*********

Gwen felt like she was floating. She could see stars. They were so close she felt like she could touch them. Jacob had told her the Doctor would use her and to expect it. There was nothing she could have done to stop him anyway. Still, it nagged at the back of her mind. He kept asking her questions and she heard the buzz of her voice, but she had no idea how coherent her responses were. 

She woke with a start. There was pain in her right nipple.

"She's with us now."

"Are you okay, Honey?"

Gwen squinted at Jacob. She felt dizzy even though she could tell she was lying down. There were butterflies in her stomach. He was talking to her but she couldn't make sense of the words. Her jaws felt like someone had clapped them in a vise. Someone else was talking. To Jacob. It was such an effort to breathe. 

***********

The next time she woke up was to the murmur of voices. She was in Jacob's bed. He looked at her and smiled. "You have visitors." She pushed up awkwardly. She was in a t-shirt and shorts. Her nipples were so sore. Her jaws were sore. She looked at Jacob in confusion. "You don't even remember how you got here, do you?" She shook her head and sat up. John and Jerry were there.

"We brought you soup." John pointed at a large Styrofoam cup with a lid. "How are you feeling?"

Gwen shrugged, "'kay." Gwen sat up and reached for the cup. Jerry looked like a whipped puppy. He looked down quickly as she looked at him. "Jerry." She waited until he looked at her. She patted the bed and he moved to sit next to her. He was wringing his hands. Gwen whispered, "If you have something to say then just come out and say it. Maybe you'll feel better." Jerry glanced at John and Gwen saw him nod. 

"I have been apologizing to a lot of people." She waited as he stopped to gather himself. "A lot of people have just walked away.... Some of them have slapped me.... I didn't expect much...." He stopped and looked at her wringing his hands. "Even Joseph..." Gwen glanced at Jacob and back to Jerry.

"I have talked to Joseph. It's not that he won't forgive you. It's that he is going to have to work at it." She sighed. "There's no doubt in my mind that you are sincere. I know you are hurting and struggling. What you are doing now is hard, but it needs to be done. Everyone isn't going to forgive you, but you need to apologize and ask for forgiveness. I told you I was going to have to work on it too. In the meantime I want to do whatever I can to support you." She paused before continuing. "I think you should go by Michael from now on. I think Jerry is long gone." 

He nodded. 

"Have you talked to Rachel?" He shook his head violently. "I think she might surprise you. You know how sick Trey is?" He looked up at her. "She needs support now. You might be able to help her. Let John talk to her first."

"I want to talk to Julia."

Gwen looked at John. He shook his head. "You can. But help Rachel first if she'll let you. At least until Trey is gone. And talk to John and I first. Can you do that?" He nodded reluctantly. "You owe me." He looked at her startled and she smiled and shrugged. She bumped into him playfully with her shoulder and he smiled weakly and then was immediately serious. She could tell he was hanging on by a thread.

"Only because I owe you."

After they left Jacob asked, "Is it bad?"

"Achy."

"Would Tylenol do it?"

"Maybe." He didn't miss the question in her voice. "Elaine would probably give me more if I complained about it hurting in a few days."

"I think she would. If you need it though, tell me."

Gwen nodded. He hadn't told her and she hadn't asked, but she knew.

************

"You'll be disoriented." Gwen submitted as Jacob taped her eyes shut. "I hate this."

"I'd rather have you do it."

"I mean this part of the training. Honey..."

"I'll be fine. I'll get through it."

"Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes."

She sat quietly as he put in earplugs and covered her ears with soundproofing headphones. She was scared to death but she didn't dare show him. After the headphones came a confining hood made of leather that covered her whole head. It laced up the back and there was a hole for her mouth and nostrils. It fit snugly around her neck. It was only two days since her surgery. Ice packs had kept her jaws from swelling, but they were heavily bruised. Julia wanted her back at work but her mouth was off limits to the clients until it was healed. The hood would be on for three days. Two of her training sessions would be conducted during this time and in between she would be expected to turn tricks. She felt immediately claustrophobic. And turned on.

She reached to touch his face and he pulled her fingers to his lips. "I'm horny." She felt his muscles tense and his breathe as he laughed. She could feel his smile and then he shook his head. 

Then she felt his fingers slip into her cunt. The unexpectedness of it thrilled her and she gasped and opened herself up to him. "I want to kiss you." He turned her away from him and pinned her arms to her sides in a one-arm bear hug as he continued to play with her cunt and nibbled where he could on the center of her back. He took her hands and placed them on the wall and then spread her legs. She waited expectantly until he finally touched her and exhaled in ecstasy as he stroked her torso and genitals.

Jacob told her he would only be allowed to monitor her training while the hood was on. She had urged him to spend the time she was in the hood with Karen. He had spent the whole of the day following her initiation and the two days she recuperated with her in his room leaving only to check on Karen briefly. With John occupied with Jerry, Karen had been left in Anna's care. Gwen knew from what little Jacob had been allowed to tell her that it would be almost impossible for him to watch her the next three days without intervening. 

She hated taking the t-shirt and shorts off. Her nipples were still excruciating. The piercings were beginning to heal, but the weight of the chain and sleeping in it at night was continuing to cause irritation. 

After Adam had taken her, the Gems had pinched and chewed on them until they were sore even before they held her down and pierced her. The Tylenol brought her jaw under control but didn't do much for them.

Jacob took her hand and led her for a time. She took another hand that was offered and felt the pressure against her cheek as he hugged her before leaving. She could hear nothing and she could see nothing.

**************

Gwen groaned. Her arms were shaking. The collar at her throat was chained above her and stretched taut. She was in the position to do a push up. Her arms were bent and holding her weight. If her arms collapsed she would strangle. The chain between her nipples was stretched taut and attached to something below her. If she pushed up any farther it would tug at them. It hadn't been bad at first. There had been play between the two. But as her arms tired and she lowered herself, someone had tightened the chain at her breasts. Her legs had been pulled far enough back and spread so that her knees were of no use. 

She knew she had been like that, supporting her weight with her elbows bent for at least thirty minutes and the pain in her nipples was searing. The pain in her arms was searing. At last she collapsed. She almost blacked out before the chain around her neck was released and she fell to the floor gasping and coughing. That was when the whipping began. Again. She didn't care. She couldn't do anything about it if she did. 

Six tricks a day during which time a net was added over her mouth and nose so that no one could kiss her, and then the sessions which were three to four hours, but felt like forever. Her arms were sore from the day before. She had slept like the dead on a bare concrete floor probably during the night, but she didn't know. 

Someone had put pills in her mouth and water had followed. There had been soft food and she had been taken to the bathroom and to shower. Her sockets had been rinsed. She was grateful for the tricks because they weren't as cruel. The one just before this had been more than kind and she had thanked him. Having her senses masked made her more aware of body language.

At last the whipping stopped. She felt the chains being undone and rolled to her side so they could unfasten the one at her breast. She felt hands helping her to stand. Kind hands. Someone was massaging her arms. 

"Thank you. I don't know who you are, but thank you." Hands took her by the waist and then a thumb drew a cross across her navel and entered it. She collapsed into Jacob's arms. "You didn't do anything to get you in trouble?" She felt his chin against her head as he shook his. "How come you can be with me? Is something wrong?" She winced as she lifted her arm to touch his chin. He supported her hand and nodded. She felt his other hand drawing on her chest. "T... R... Trey?" He nodded again. "Is he sick?" He nodded again. "Can I see him?" He nodded again and she submitted as he led her away.

She felt her way to sit next to Trey on the bed. She felt his forehead and the oxygen mask. She rested her hand on his heaving chest. His carotid pulse was bounding. He was burning up. 

"Is he awake?" She felt Jacob draw a Y on her back. "I love you, Trey." She took his hand and he squeezed weakly. "I know you and Rachel have talked.... I just want you to know how much I value your friendship. Yours and Rachel's. I want you to know how much I admire your courage and kindness and your willingness to share your work to make our lives better. Jacob loves the picture of Carrie and everyone loves the mural. In your relationship with Rachel and in your art you have lived a full life. When the time comes it will be hard to let you go, but know that we will be happy for you because it will be better than this." 

She felt Rachel's arm slip around her legs. She must have sat on the floor. Gwen put her hand on her hair and face and felt her tears. She stood and pulled Rachel into her embrace. Her body was tight with tears. Gwen rubbed her back until Rachel relaxed. "I love you too. You were my first friend here. You gave me courage by your example." She felt Rachel's head bob and Rachel pulled away. Jacob was pulling on her hand. He spelled on her chest. G... o... "We have to leave?" He lifted her arm to his chin and nodded.

He stopped probably to pull the door closed and Gwen spoke, "I need to see Elaine." He led her a short way and he put her hand in Elaine's. "Elaine?" Elaine held her hand to her face and nodded. "Is there any way I could get some more of the pain killer? They keep grabbing my jaw and my nipples are killing me." She felt Elaine look at Jacob and then nod. "Thank you." Moments later several packs of pills were pressed into her hand and Jacob led her away. 

She waited until they were in the shower, "Are we alone?" He nodded. "Tylenol is fine. I'm okay." He nodded again. 

Gwen smiled as she felt him put a Velcro strap on her wrist. "What are you doing?" He kissed her as he wet the suction cup and fastened it to the wall. The other arm and both legs were spread eagle in short order. He was rubbing her nipples with some sort of cream. She groaned and arched her back in spite of the pain. The shower was hand held and he carefully washed her from the neck down as she writhed with pleasure. He took special care with her genitals and she felt his tongue as he checked to make sure she was clean and then rinsed her under the flow of the water. He continued to play with her until she was moaning and then she felt the vibrator.

***********

The next day they added a cattle prod. A rod of some sort that shocked her. They used it over and over anywhere. She never knew where. She started begging when she felt them hook the chain to the back of her neck and the straps that were in place around her ankles. They held the rod just above her pubic bone until she lost control of her bladder. They used it at the back of her knees until she knelt in the puddle. Then slowly they began pulling her feet back until she had to use her hands to support herself. She was in tears before they chained her breasts. Her muscles were so sore from the two previous days. 

The rod made her muscles twitch and quiver. Her begging became more desperate as they worked the rod between her legs and she screamed over and over as they touched her genitals and rectum. The rod shocked her in the armpit and she went down hard on her face into the puddle of urine. It shocked her repeatedly in the center of the back as the chain at her throat choked her. She knew she couldn't last long and she was getting to the point that she didn't care. Slowly she pushed herself up as far as she could. The rod shocked her over and over up and down the length of her arms. In the end she lay in the puddle cringing and crying as she could feel the jolts through the hood. The bones in her head felt like they would explode before it finally stopped. Then the whipping began again.

They released her at last and stood her up. She forced her legs to support her even though they were trembling violently. They left her standing for quite a while occasionally shocking her with the rod or whipping her. She swallowed her anger and frustration and took the assault in silence. Then she felt them spread her legs and hook them to something. It was a bar that kept them spread a little more than shoulder length. 

They ran one chain from her hands to the rod and one from her neck to something above. They began shortening the chain that held her hands until she began to choke. She pushed to stand with her legs to relieve her throat. They put a dildo inside her and continued shortening the chain to her hands, leaving her to stand for minutes at a time in between. Her legs were burning even worse than her arms and she started to give in. That's when she realized it wasn't a dildo. It was the rod inside her. 

She screamed as it shocked her. It didn't stop shocking her until she was straining against the chain that held her hands. Each time her legs gave out she received another shock. 

Gwen was vomiting as she came to. Someone was holding her by the stomach and she was on her knees in the shower. They were working on the laces at the back of the hood. She couldn't stop trembling and she couldn't support her weight. She groaned in frustration as the tears came. She blinked against the light as he worked the hood off her head. 

It was Jerry. She pushed feebly away from him and collapsed on the tile and then wretched again. Her eyes wouldn't focus. She could smell urine. He tried to approach her but stopped as she held her hand up. She lay there a moment catching her breath. He was talking but it was still just buzzing until he mentioned Trey.

"Start over. Go slow. My brain...." Her head was screaming.

"Connie is looking for Joseph. He told me to come get him as soon as you were done." He paused to make sure she understood. Gwen nodded. "I have cream that will take some of the pain. I'll put it on if you'll let me." She burst into tears again and nodded.

"What about Trey?"

"He's still bad but they are going to let him go back to his room."

"Is he dying?" Jerry nodded reluctantly. "Are they going to snuff him?"

"I haven't heard. Elaine is trying to play down how sick he is to Julia."

"Did you talk to Rachel?" Jerry nodded. "What did she say?"

"She said... that there was nothing to forgive." Gwen crawled to him and he gathered her in his arms. He continued, whispering as he squeezed lotion from a tube onto his finger and inserted it into her vagina. "I didn't do anything. Joseph wanted me there and I was supposed to be. I told him I didn't want to come, but he wanted me to be with you because he couldn't. It was all Stacy and Jill, but it is over now. You are done with all the sessions." 

He pushed back a stray hair. "Can you stand?" Gwen nodded and he helped her up. "Usually they wouldn't do all three sessions in a row. Julia is pushing you for some reason."

"I don't care. As long as it's all over. That's all I care about now." Another wave of nausea came over Gwen and Jerry lowered her to the ground as she wretched again. 

*************

"I will give you my shirt if you want it, but I would much prefer it if you allowed me to enjoy the view." Gwen took Tobias' hand and bowed her head with a smile. She came close as he admired her with a smile and kissed him. "Julia said you had your wisdom teeth out. Are you recovering well?" 

"Thank you for asking. My jaw is almost well."

"I asked for you last week. I've missed you."

Gwen sank into Tobias. "I missed you too." He was a comfort. Julia hadn't made her available to him. It must be that he wouldn't have liked to see her with the hood on. "You like the jewelry then?" She backed away so that he could look again.

"It is very erotic. Does it hurt?"

"Not so much anymore." Now that they stopped jerking on it and that the heavy chain had been replaced. "I'm so glad to be with you."

"You seem sad."

Gwen shrugged. "It has been a tough week is all. There have been good things though."

"Tell me."

"Being able to help a friend." Help them obtain enough medication to commit suicide. "A kind man in the midst of difficult training." 




The Brothel Ch. 13



"I hear you are getting married in a few days. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Gwen wouldn't have brought it up, but she couldn't hide the twinkle in her eye. "Does Julia tell you everything?" 

She had worn the black evening gown and her hair had been in an elegant bun. Tobias kissed her on the forehead and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. The bun was long gone and their clothes were strewn around the room. He was very sated. "Everything I ask her about you."

"No one else would care."

"But I do."

Gwen smiled. "That I'm happy?"

"Of course. I want you to be happy."

Gwen crawled on top of Tobias quickly and straddled him. She looked deep into his eyes, smiling as she kissed him. Her breathing changed as he played his fingertips up her ribcage and over her breasts. She rolled back into the crook of his arm and lifted her chin as he continued to play his fingers across her breasts and throat. "I am giddy."

"He is a good man."

"The best." She arched her back into his fingers. "Thank you for the outfit."

"You like it better than my first gift?"

"I like you better than I did then!"

Tobias chuckled, "You're just using me to fund the shelter."

"That's why I like you -- because you let me use you!"

"They needed a new place. It didn't take much to convert that old hotel."

Gwen studied Tobias with a smile, "You can't deny that it makes you feel good to help... In your own way, you are a good man too. I'll keep your secret safe though!"

Tobias smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "You looked very elegant this evening. I enjoyed our time."

Gwen became suddenly more serious and kissed him deeply again, "I did too. I want for you to be happy as well, Tobias."

He swatted her bottom and smiled, but she didn't miss the wistfulness in his eyes. He was lonely and she was becoming more than a whore. "You'd better get going."

Gwen finished her morning tricks and joined Jacob and Karen for lunch. She went in the nude for Karen. For the most part, they had worked through Gwen's feelings about her having sex with Jacob. Karen said she wouldn't do it again, but Gwen could tell that she would seek out Jacob's comfort again when things got rough. Gwen had promised herself that she would try to comfort Karen as much as possible over the next several months.

Lisa was in the cafeteria as well and joined them. She still had dark circles under her eyes, but she had passed her first level and was well into the second. She joined them at their table as well, setting her tray down in silence. Gwen put her hand on Lisa's forearm and she erupted.

"I don't know how you did this!" It was Lisa's mantra of late.

"It wasn't easy, but no doubt Joseph is more help than Robbie."

Lisa smiled cynically and snorted. "And he's taking his new assignment to heart." She looked at Karen. "At least you'll only have him through your second level. I'm stuck with him the whole time."

Karen's eyes widened and Joseph admonished Lisa with a glance.

"He doesn't realize how many enemies he'll make." Robbie had volunteered and been chosen to take Jerry's place in training for resistance and submission.

"He doesn't care!" Tears of frustration came to her eyes. "Look at all the girls he has trained! He doesn't care!"

"I know it is virtually impossible, but once you get through the training he won't have access to you."

"It's what I keep holding on to. I don't have any control over it though. He is the one who is slowing it down now."

"Email Julia. She should be eager to have you fully available to the paying clients."

********

"Joseph! Oh, Joseph!"

"I told you you would like it!" Joseph glanced, grinning, from Karen writhing on the sybian to Gwen.

Karen groaned euphorically and then shrieked as the orgasm struck. The sybian continued with its mindless pleasure working Karen through three more orgasms before Joseph shut it off. Karen sank forward still groaning and moaning. She had been hanging on to handles over her head and her ankles were loosely tied.

"I couldn't help it! It was wonderful! Wonderful! Oh, Joseph, I want to do it again!"

"I'm thinking that Julia will let you do that for your public display. What do you think?"

"Yes! I'd do anything to experience that again!

"Well, you did everything in here tonight."

Gwen smiled. Karen was beginning to enjoy sex. She had actually been excited at the prospect of having the toys used on her. And they had done everything in the toy room that night with the exception of the violet light and the heavier shockers. The orgasms on the sybian weren't her first.

At one point Joseph had the two girls restrained side by side and hooked up to tens units. Gwen was as gooey and flushed as Karen when that was over. Joseph was a master of pleasure. 

Gwen had washed up all the toys and put them away while Karen was erupting. Together she and Joseph untied Karen's ankles and helped her wobble off the sybian. Karen fell into their arms and hugged them both. She kissed Joseph and looked in his eyes and then smiled at Gwen apologetically.

"I have a favor to ask." She looked from Gwen to Joseph and he nodded encouragement. Karen blurted in her embarrassment. "I was with Laura today..."

Suddenly Gwen understood. Laura was the instructor for fellatio and female copulation. Karen wanted Gwen to be her first. Gwen was obligated to submit, but it would help Karen to have to ask.

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind helping me with my homework."

Gwen smiled and hugged Karen. "I will make it as easy as I can for you. Let's go take a shower, shall we?"

Relief washed across Karen's face and she nodded. "I haven't ever done it before today, but I want to make it good for you. You know... to make up to you... for what I did."

"No need to make up for anything, but I appreciate the gesture." Gwen put her arm around Karen as they walked to the shower. Karen had lost most of her inhibition about her looks. She and Damon had spent some time together commiserating and had been together several times. And in addition to John she had made friends with a couple of the other girls.

Karen hugged Gwen around the waist. "Thank you."

"Don't be nervous."

"I'm not. I'm still all squiggly inside."

"Ahh."

Joseph smiled and turned the shower on. The two girls stepped in as soon as it was warm and Joseph joined them after he undressed.

In ten minutes flat Gwen was begging. It became obvious that Karen and Jacob had connived previously as she was led quickly to the adjacent room and ordered into the baby chair. In moments her calves were secured wide-spread and Karen started in on her exposed sex as Jacob began kissing her deeply and concentrating on her breasts. Jacob obviously wanted to make it easier on Karen as well, but what Karen lacked in experience she made up for in attentiveness and enthusiasm. Gwen was groaning into Jacob's mouth in bliss as her abs clenched in pleasure. Jacob broke his kiss long enough to whisper to Karen, "Keep it up 'til the cows come home." Then he went back to work as well. He giggled as Gwen screamed into his mouth.

It was Gwen's turn to wobble on the way back to the trick rooms. She was scheduled for four more tricks before her shift in the infirmary. 

Anthony was Gwen's last trick for the afternoon. Their bondage games had escalated and Anthony liked to switch. When she arrived in the trick room he was on his knees wearing only a tie. Gwen smiled. It was just what she happened to be in the mood for today. She approached him smiling in Dianna's best Domme mode and wrapped the tie around her hand. She pulled him to her cunt and spread her legs. She hadn't showered after her last trick. He liked her messy.

Anthony grunted as he began to lick her. He stopped suddenly as the tie tightened around his neck.

"Not like a dog. Do you think I'm a bitch?"

"No Mistress!"

"Try it again, then. Finesse." She drew out the s's in the word.

Anthony nodded and she slowly allowed him enough length of the tie to work her again. This time she closed her eyes wondering if he could taste her arousal through the other man's come.

Again the tie tightened and he waited, watching her. She smiled. "Better." She dropped the tie and turned to a closet. This was the same trick room they were in the first day with the pole and the stool. She returned to his side quickly. "Hands."

Anthony extended them and she tied them quickly and then led him to the pole and stepped on the stool to stretch and tie them up high. Next she produced a cock ring and slipped it over his turgid member. She dropped to her knees with a smile as he protested feebly, "Mistress, please, it will hurt."

"Of course it will, Anthony. It is what you wish, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress." It didn't take long for her to arouse him and she smiled as he groaned in pain. She continued to lick the length of his cock as it swelled and turned an angry red.

"What would happen if I told the others what you like?"

"You wouldn't, would you, Mistress?"

"They would make fun of you, wouldn't they?"

"Mistress, please, I beg you."

"I was with Tobias earlier today. He and I talk all the time. Perhaps he would be interested."

"Mistress Dianna, I will do anything you ask! Please don't say anything!"

Dianna produced the flogger next. "Beg me, then." Anthony looked at her uncertainly and licked his lips. "You must pay for my silence."

"Yes, Mistress." His voice was a dry whisper. Dianna took a few tentative swings with the flogger. 

And waited, "I can't hear you."

Anthony was practically dancing on his toes. His cock was at full attention. "Yes, Mistress. Please... please flog me."

"Where do you think I should flog you, Anthony?"

"Everywhere, Mistress, but mostly on my cock."

"Very well, Anthony. You have pleased me." Dianna smiled. Gwen wasn't pleased at all. It was a scene. 

She began swinging the flogger in a circular motion. It was light-weight, but enough to cause quite a sting. She had had it used on her in discipline training with Cory and she had been trained in its use. Her turn ons were more along the line of bondage, helplessness, and exhibition. Pain -- causing it or taking it -- didn't do as much for her. But turning Anthony on turned her on as well, and -- as Joseph taught her -- she was an actress. 

Dianna began at his ankles and worked her way to the backs of his knees. When he raised his foot she ordered him to keep it raised and spent quite a while on the sole. He squealed when she randomly struck his cock. She went back to the back of his other knee until he raised his foot. Then she struck him on the chest twice with force and then an upper cut to his balls.

"Spread your legs."

"Yes, Mistress." He was moving to obey as he spoke. 

Dianna moved to the closet again and pulled out a spreader bar. "To make sure."

Anthony merely groaned and tried furtively to draw his knees together, but kept his feet apart as she dropped to her knees again and quickly fastened the restraints to his ankles. His cock was dripping glete.

He groaned again as she started in on him more decisively. The first two strikes to his cock, two more uppercuts and then a dozen and more to his nipples and chest. Then she concentrated on his armpits and never let up until he was begging and yelling obscenities. He still hadn't used his out word. She returned to his cock, but held back on force and soon he was begging again. Soon he spasmed and hot strings of semen shot from his cock as he screamed in agony. The cock ring was close to imbedded in his swollen member. 

Dianna released the spreader bar and then his wrists. She slowed his fall to the ground and he rolled onto his back groaning. She cradled his head and stroked his face and neck until he was somewhat recuperated. Then she slid the ring from his cock and led him to the showers, washing him down gently. He drew her into his arms and they kissed. She patted him dry and applied healing balm before helping him dress. He drew her into his arms again and kissed her. "Thank you."

"Your secret is safe, you know."

"I know." He held her hand until she finally pulled away with a smile. She dominated him on the internet as well. From all indications he was doing what she ordered in spite of the humiliation. 

************

Jacob wasn't in the cafeteria when she arrived. Michelle entered when she was almost done with her dinner. "I need you to come now. Elaine sent me for you. Stacey is going off. They have Jill sedated, but they're hoping you can reason with Stacey. Cory is with her now."

"What happened to Jill?"

"They've called a Doctor in. Head injury and they think it's a fractured skull. She has a fractured collar bone as well. Things got a little rough."

"I guess."

Gwen followed Michelle at a trot.

"Why me?"

"She asked for you."

Gwen couldn't figure that out. She hadn't spoken to Stacey or Jill at all since they had left her vomiting in the hallway on hickey day.

There was a quiet flurry of activity going on in the infirmary when she arrived. Gwen caught a glimpse of Elaine through a treatment room door as it was closing. Her expression was strained and there was another man and woman in lab coats in the room. Jill was on the table, but all Gwen could see was a pale hand.

Gwen lowered her hand and pushed the door to the private waiting area open. The door bumped Cory, but he stepped aside when he saw it was Gwen. Stacey was pacing the floor wearing a pair of black leggings and a sports bra. Her eyes were bloodshot and glazed. She had bruises as well, a goose egg on her cheek, a bit of blood drying under her nose. Her hair was disheveled and her lip was swollen. There were whip marks on her exposed flesh and marks on her wrists and torso where she had been tied with ropes. Cory nodded in greeting and took his place back at the door after Gwen entered.

"How is she?" It was the first time Gwen had heard her voice. She could tell it was little used.

"I don't know. They are working on her. What happened?"

Stacey turned away and Cory explained. "Claudio. He was drunk. He got rough with her." He gestured at Stacey's goose egg. "Jill tried to help and he threw her into the wall."

"He's a big man?"

Cory nodded and Stacey sank into a chair with her hands clenched over her mouth. Gwen could see her forcing the emotions down. It wasn't working though. It was evident from Cory's positioning and stance that he had been guarding the door.

Gwen didn't like Cory, or trust him. He ran in the same circle with Jill and Stacey. He seemed to like inflicting pain on others. He had never bothered her outside of the training though and they had a tentative unspoken truce. She had no idea what he thought of her.

Gwen had watched Jill and Stacey from afar. Rachel had been a sub with them, but of the two Jill was the true dominant. Gwen assumed that Stacey submitted to her in private.

"Stacey loves Jill. She would do anything for her." Gwen saw Stacey tense, but she was listening. "And she is smart. I think that she won't do anything that might jeopardize Jill's care."

There was just the slightest give in her body language. "Cory. Will you step just outside the door?" He looked at Gwen dubiously, but left them alone. Gwen didn't even give it a moment. She needed to catch Stacey off guard. "Will you submit to me?"

Momentary panic and distrust was replaced by utter relief and Stacey sank unbidden to her knees with her head down. Tears began to fall and Gwen watched for a quarter of an hour before Stacey brushed her eyes with the back of a hand. Gwen handed her a Kleenex from the box on the end table. "You are only mine until we find out what is going on with Jill and where you want to go from there. Do you understand?"

Stacey managed a nod. 

Gwen pulled a chair facing her and sat down. Now there was uncertainty and nervousness. "You don't have to talk."

A small nod and relief.

"Is this because of Jerry -- that you came to me?"

Another nod.

"It made me very sad when he died. Did you and Jill trust him?"

Another nod.

"You should sit in a chair."

Stacey rose gracefully and sat.

"I have to do my work here in the infirmary. Straighten the rooms and refill everything. You can help me."

Another nod.

"We have to let the doctors do their work. We won't be able to find out about Jill for a while. They had to sedate her."

She almost crumpled on that one.

"Look at me." 

Slowly her eyes rose.

"You are strong." Glances were exchanged -- disagreement, command, acquiescence and gathering of emotions. "Jill must love you a great deal to have risked injury to save you. You want to please her, don't you?"

Stacey nodded and her jaw firmed with resolve.

"Let's go."

Cory was still standing outside the door as Stacey followed docilely behind Gwen. There were more than a few questioning looks as Gwen circulated through the rooms with Stacey in tow. Stacey took out the trash and swept the floors as Gwen chatted with the patients and restocked and straightened. Together they changed sheets. 

Cory was still in the vestibule outside the patient rooms when they gathered the sheets. 

"Did you eat?"

"No." Cory looked relieved that she asked. She looked at Stacey who shook her head, but seemed reluctant to leave. 

"Then if you two will drop these off at the laundry on the way to the cafeteria." She didn't leave much room for discussion, saw Stacey's reluctance, and spoke again. "Get takeout if you don't want to be gone so long, but she was sedated. It could be hours. I can come get you if anything changes." She smiled as she handed her armload of sheets to Cory. "Stacey, thank you for your help." She gave Stacey a quick hug before she could avoid it.

Gwen stood up as Elaine exited the room. 

"She's bad." 

"How bad?"

"Skull fracture. Swelling. He said she needs surgery to relieve the pressure."

"Is Julia going to consider it?"

"No. We're giving her oxygen to keep the swelling down and we're supposed to keep her under for a few days and then see how she is when she wakes up."

"Can Stacey see her?"

"For a while."

Gwen was shocked when she saw Jill. She was on a rebreather and had an IV in each hand. She looked more dead than alive. Gwen was concerned about Stacey's reaction, but Stacey merely went to Jill's side and took her hand. Her eyes were shiny as she glanced shyly at Gwen.

"Dom is here. He wants you." Jacob had pulled her out of the room where Stacey was sitting with Jill.

Gwen sighed and nodded. She slipped her arms around Jacob's waist. "She's in sub mode. Elaine said she could only sit with Jill a little while."

"The nurse that came with the doctor is going to relieve Elaine tonight. How is she doing?"

"Jill is the same. Elaine says she needs surgery. Stacey has been fine. She hasn't said anything though. Jerry told them to come to me if they needed anything."

"Turn her over to me then. You'd better get going." Gwen nodded. Jacob chucked her under the chin until she looked into his eyes. "I love you." 

The words twisted her heart and misted her eyes. Gwen nodded again. "I love you too." She led him into the room. Stacey was still holding Jill's hand.

"Joseph is here. I have a trick tonight. He has agreed to be your Master. I expect you to obey him. Do you understand?"

Stacey nodded.

"Elaine said you could only sit with Jill a little while. When she says you have to leave you can stay in one of the patient rooms with Joseph for the night so that you will be close by."

***********

Dianna went into the room where Dom was waiting. He wore black slacks and a dark green dress shirt. She had taken the time to freshen her makeup and redo her hair. She wore the see-through teddy Anthony had given her and a pair of white stilettos. She smiled and offered Dom her hand. He held her at arm's length admiring her, his face filled with lust.




The Brothel Ch. 14



Gwen showered after her tricks and ran back to their room. Jacob told her she could have it to herself to get ready. She had picked one of the bridal gowns from wardrobe to wear. It was the most flattering to her figure, but there were tears and stains from the use it had seen. Still, it was the best of poor choices. She decided to make the best of it. It wasn't the dress that mattered, it was the promises they would make to each other. That morning she had laid it out carefully along with the white stilettos, stockings and a set of faux pearls. 

As she entered her room she was startled to see Stacey waiting. And it was no Stacey she had ever seen before. This Stacey was dressed in a pale orange sherbet form-fitting formal with her hair in an elegant bun and her makeup tastefully done. She wore a short strand of pearls and pearl earrings. She smiled shyly.

"Stacey! You look beautiful!" Gwen hugged her and was gratified to feel a squeeze in return.

"I'm here to help you."

Gwen tried to keep the surprise off her face. "Thank you! I'm in such a rush! I'll put my makeup on and then you can help with my hair." She stopped as Stacey moved aside and she saw the dress. She looked at Stacey in shock as she handed her a card. 

The card was from Tobias. "Dearest -- A beautiful bride should have something beautiful to wear."

The old dress was gone. In its place was a beautiful, sleek, white gown, gathered horizontally across her breasts, the center was gathered by an x-shaped strap that went around her neck. The rest of the dress was clingy and form fitting, with a small train that would follow. There was another train in two pieces, narrow and sheer that hung from the back of the gathers looking almost like a veil. There were new stockings as well and a box with pale yellow long-stem roses.

Gwen whispered, "water-proof makeup, I think."

Stacey grinned.

Gwen was trembling as they walked to the conference room cradling the roses in her arm. Stacey had put her hair up with tendrils hanging down. She had woven tiny bridal pearls through it. Gwen only grinned momentarily as Belle, in blue chiffon, waved before dashing into the room to give the heads up. She could hear music from the sound system. Lisa and Karen were waiting outside in pastel, off the shoulder formals, Lisa's yellow, Karen's green. Karen looked nervous. Lisa tried to smile, but Gwen could see through the façade. She hugged them both and Lisa whispered, "You look perfect." 

"I'm trying not to cry."

Lisa kissed her cheek. "I'm so happy for you." The music changed. "That's our cue." 

Tobias slipped out the same door as the three girls entered. They looked at each other a long moment in silence before Gwen hugged him. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined. Radiant. Love has that effect." He handed her a small jewelry box, "and I have one other gift."

Gwen looked at him, still in his arms. She opened the box to find a man's wedding ring, a plain, gold band. There was so much she wanted to say, but her gratitude was spilling over. Tobias produced a handkerchief and blotted her cheeks. "I'll give it to John to hold until you need it." Gwen nodded. "Will you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you down the aisle?"

Gwen nodded and managed to choke out a thank you.

The music ended and there was a pause, "Jacob said to gather yourself."

Gwen nodded and took a deep breath.

Lohengren's bridal march began as Glen and Cory opened the doors and they entered. Gwen had a death grip on Tobias' proffered elbow. Her legs had turned to rubber. She tried to memorize the entire tableau, but the edges began to blur and it felt like she was walking through a tunnel of clouds. Jacob was at the end smiling, but she could tell he was trying not to cry as well. John was at his side and both were in black tuxedos. Everyone else was dressed in their best and there was more than one tissue clutched in hand as they stood to watch her walk down the aisle. Chris, in a dark suit, stood on a dais draped with a pale green cloth. Dinah was taking stills and someone else was behind a video camera.

It was so normal it was surreal. Tobias smiled and pressed his handkerchief in her hand as he left her with Jacob and took the empty seat next to Julia. Jacob took her hand and someone took the flowers. 

She tried to listen. She did. But all she could hear was her heart racing and all she could see were Jacob's eyes. In them were reflected his heart and soul. They were standing close and their faces were inches apart. Her chin was slightly upturned. She could feel his breath stroking her cheek and see the pores in his skin. And he smelled so clean and fresh. Her vision blurred as the tears spilled over and she felt his nose brush her cheek. An arm slipped around her waist and the other shifted to cradle her forearm. His voice was choked as he said, "I do," his lips nuzzling her cheek. 

Only then did she notice that Chris's voice was thick with emotion. She didn't want to miss her cue. "Do you, Gwen, take Jacob to be your husband, to cherish above all others, to celebrate the good together and comfort one another in times of sorrow, to love, honor and obey, to share all things, mind, body and soul?"

She was glad that they had waited. That she had something to offer him this day. The tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked into his eyes. "I do."

"Then without further ado, Jacob."

Jacob held out his hand never breaking eye contact with her. He groped for her finger and slid a ring on and then pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it. He took a cleansing breath -- one of the first things she had noticed about him and come to love. "I am yours alone. You are my joy and the air I breathe. You cradle my heart in the palm of your hand. I will treasure you forever."

He leaned to kiss her, but Chris stopped him with a gentle smile. "Not quite yet." There were a few chuckles. "Gwen."

Gwen had slipped her arm around Jacob's waist. She felt John's fingers press his ring into her hand. She hated that they had to break their embrace, but stepped back and took his left hand with her own and put the ring on his finger and then came back in his arms. "I am yours alone. You are my joy and the air I breathe. You cradle my heart in the palm of your hand. I will treasure you forever."

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Now you may kiss the bride!" Gwen melted into him as he cradled her in his arms kissing her tenderly.

The wedding was on a slow night. Julia had conceded the extra half hour for the celebration. There was rice after the kiss and then Gwen managed to hug Tobias and thank him properly for all he had done. They kissed and he was gone. 

"You do make a lovely bride."

Gwen smiled at Julia. "Thank you."

"You have the rest of the night off, as you know, and for your graduation present, you will have tomorrow all day to make a movie with Joseph and several others."

Gwen grinned this time and squeezed Jacob's hand. "Thank you, again." She turned from Julia and smiled at Jacob before others came to congratulate them and Julia excused herself. 

There were hugs for a few minutes before others had to excuse themselves to tend to their duties. At last when they were alone Gwen turned to Jacob and he smiled down at her. "Have you come today?"

"No. I have managed to hold off all morning!"

Jacob grinned at her pride. "I know what a sacrifice that must have been for you!"

Gwen smiled, "Some sacrifices are worth the effort!"

"Well hopefully you can hold off just a little longer. Julia has arranged for a wedding portrait and Edith has a special meal prepared for us."

"If you'll give me a kiss, I'll try to behave through that as long as it doesn't take too long."

"I think we have time for a brief, chaste kiss." Jacob pecked her cheek and then chuckled at her startled look and took her in his arms, kissing her soundly. "Now Mrs. Wheeler," he offered her his elbow. "Shall we?"

"Yes, Mr. Wheeler." 

"What are you wearing under that anyway?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out!"

"It couldn't be much. You look stunning, by the way."

"Thanks to Tobias."

"Well, the dress is beautiful as well, but I happen to think that the gift inside needs no wrapping or bows."

Christopher took the portraits in the same room where Joseph had taken pictures of her in lingerie. There was a bridal arch wreathed in vines and flowers. There were the traditional pictures of the bride and groom as well as pictures of the bride looking over her shoulder with the train draped around her feet. There were pictures of the hands and wedding rings and then Jacob spoke.

"Are you ready for some fun now?"

"Fun?"

"Just enough to tantalize you a bit."

"I guess we couldn't stay vanilla forever."

"You have never been vanilla."

Gwen returned Jacob's smile as he dangled a white satin armbinder. 

"I am going to take you for my own tonight."

"I am yours."

Gwen turned and interlaced her fingers behind her. Jacob taped her wrists first and then slipped the snug binder over her hands and zipped it up her arms. Chris was taking pictures throughout the process. This armbinder had eight straps beginning at her wrists and soon her arms were immobilized with her elbows tightly bound. Gwen could feel the electric pulses begin even before Jacob slipped the straps over her shoulders and under the neck of her dress and drew them snug.

He looked at her a moment then, smiling. "Kiss me."

Her breasts were pressed forward and she rubbed against him as she obeyed.

Jacob pulled back immediately and held up a finger, "uh, uh, uh! Chastely. You are a bride."

Already the passion was surging through her and she didn't know how Jacob could resist, but she nodded and raised her lips to his. Her tongue met his and he pulled back again with the finger raised. But his eyes were dancing.

"Melt. Open yourself. Submit. Allow. I am going exploring."

Gwen studied his eyes. He looked so happy. She blushed suddenly and nodded.

This time, as he kissed her, she offered herself. She offered herself and was flooded with tenderness and love. His tongue began to softly probe the recesses of her mouth. There was space between their bodies, but she could feel his fingers resting lightly on her hip. His touch was electric. Instinctively she understood that he wanted to make it last and that it would be better if it did, but her body was responding powerfully to him.

"You realize this dress is very easy to remove."

"An added perk, but you weren't thinking of doing that here, were you?"

"Actually, it was exactly what I was thinking!" He caught the look in her eye and continued quickly. "We will be alone soon enough. Julia just wants a few more pictures. It will be just you and I in them. Enjoy."

Gwen nodded and Jacob kissed her again. She was surprised to see his eyes glistening as he pulled away and took a cleansing breath. He began to whisper to her as he cupped her chin in his hands and led her in circles face to face. "We are alone. I am Jacob and you are Gwen. We have just come from the church and are in our room on our honeymoon. We have saved ourselves for each other." 

There was no music and there was no beat, but they were dancing a mating dance. For months they had continued their fantasy dates as they courted. 

"Do you remember where?"

Gwen nodded. Their foreheads were touching as they continued to circle. "A cottage on the beach in Fiji. The materials are native. Tile floors, wood timber frame work, woven palm walls, thatched roof, a ceiling fan and an open archway that looks out onto our private stretch of beach. The arch is covered only with curtains on rings fluttering in a warm breeze."

"We can smell the ocean salt and hear the waves on shore and I am most curious about what you have on under that dress."

Gwen smiled demurely. "A gift is meant to be unwrapped."

"Are you giving yourself to me, Mrs. Wheeler?"

"If you will have me."

"Oh, I think I will have you more than once before the end of the night and the ebb tide." Gwen looked into his eyes, helpless in more ways than one as he produced a white silk scarf and blindfolded her. He then reached behind her neck and unfastened the three hooks of her dress. 

Her heart was racing as he lowered the straps and she shivered as he pulled the bodice of the dress away from her protruding breasts and cupped them in his fingers, pressing the palms of his hands to her ribcage. She barely noticed as Chris worked his way in closer with the camera and Jacob subtly positioned her to take advantage of the shots.

Jacob wasn't the only one who grunted as he unzipped the dress and slowly lowered it from her hips. All she wore was a sheer white lace thong and white lace stockings held up with a delicate satin garter belt. Amazingly she blushed and nosed into Jacob's chest. 

Jacob lifted her chin gently and kissed her lips before dropping his hands and stroking her breasts. She subconsciously arched her back and offered them to him. He traced circles above them on her chest and then slowly closed in on the puckered flesh, pinching and twisting gently. She groaned and wriggled trying to rub her knees together for stimulation. 

Jacob turned her swiftly and pulled her to him spooning. One arm was around her waist and the other captured her throat until she relaxed her head back against his shoulder. He moved his fingers aside and bared her neck to his lips. Gwen groaned in bliss leaning into him. The hand around her waist moved into her thong as he whispered into her ear. "Don't come. Wait for me." She groaned again as his fingers played slowly over her sex. She was soaking wet.

Her hands were at his groin but she couldn't do anything about it with the fingers laced together. She twisted them from side to side to rub him as well as she could while at the same time moving her feet slightly apart to allow him access. "Do you hear the waves? We are out on the beach now where they are louder. Standing in the sand. Feel the breeze." He blew on her neck and ear and across her chest and she shivered slightly.

Gwen felt the clasps for her stockings release, but Jacob's arms remained in place as the stockings and shoes were removed. 

"Anyone could come along here on the beach." His fingers were still working her slit and clit. "They might see you, but you would welcome the audience." Gwen moved her hips subconsciously at the thought and the stimulation. "They would see you spreading your legs begging for more with your desire streaming from your cunt. Would you like me to take off your thong so they can see it all? See your sex swollen, begging for my attention?"

Her voice was breathy and raspy, "No!"

Jacob chuckled, "You say no, but you don't mean it. I can tell by the way you are moving." He watched as Chris set the camera aside again and began to slowly pull off the thong. Gwen groaned and squatted slightly to press Jacob's finger more firmly into her clit. She didn't notice, but Jacob did, as Chris took the opportunity to lean forward and breathe in deeply. She moved her legs closer together to ease the removal of the thong and stepped out of it. She was completely oblivious as Chris picked up the camera again and resumed shooting.

"Now you are naked! I see a couple coming along the beach. Perhaps they would like a closer look!" Gwen groaned again. "Don't come!" He drew his hands up her torso to her breasts and began to circle and tease and pinch and tweak. Her whole body was undulating and writhing with desire as she imagined the couple standing in front of them watching. She could feel the wetness from his fingers on her right breast and smell her juices.

"Please, don't let them see me!"

"It's too late. They already do. They are standing just in front of you watching. They want you to come, but that is for later when we are together. For now they are enjoying the view and your need." Jacob went back to her clit and her hips jutted out to meet him. He played until she was drawing in ragged breaths and he knew she was close. He pulled away and she groaned in dismay. He left her alone in the picture frame as she continued to undulate and groan while Chris continued documenting.

"Are you okay?"

Gwen smiled shyly and nodded. She was still in the armbinder. A posture collar had been added, but she was otherwise nude. Jacob was still in his tux at a table set with crystal and fine china and candles. She was kneeling on a white pillow at his feet. He had been alternating bites with her and she had been begging prettily. Chris finally left after taking pictures of this as well and the food was almost gone. It wasn't food she was interested in although she had been famished. Jacob had continued to keep her on a razor edge of orgasm and the only reason she hadn't fallen over the edge was sheer determination to honor his command.

At last the chicken and salad were gone. She had only been able to take small bites and chew them slowly because of the restraint around her neck. Jacob had blotted her lips clean and offered her a drink of sparkling grape juice.

"You're ready to go then?"

"Ready to come!"

"Are you!?" Jacob grinned playfully and reached for her nipple. 

"Very!"

"Then you should follow me. I might be willing to help you with that!"

"I was hoping you would say that!"

It wasn't far. Gwen was glad they didn't pass anyone in the hallway. She thought all her inhibition was long gone, but it was her wedding night and she felt like an innocent bride. An innocent bride trotting nude and bound down a hallway where she might be seen... hoping that her new husband would get her off if she followed him around long enough... 

One of the trick rooms had been prepared for them on Jacob's instructions. There were candles there too. It was one of the larger rooms and someone had moved a fake palm tree with white Christmas lights into one corner. The bedspread was a beach print and there were beach balls and a futon with towels laid out on top. 

Near the foot of the bed were two blocks of wood about six inches high and held about eighteen inches apart with a dowel across the back. In between the two, two ropes dangled from the ceiling. 

Jacob shut the door and turned to her. She melted in submission again as he began to kiss her. She couldn't believe that it was finally going to happen. He led her to the blocks and guided her feet into place, tying rope around her ankles and to the dowel. She was as tall as he was now, but he didn't look at her. He was concentrating on the ropes that dangled down. He took one and tied it off to the ring on the posture collar below her left ear and then followed quickly with the other rope, tying it below her right ear. He pulled them both snug so that she was forced to stand straight.

Next he dropped to his knees. She couldn't look down because of the collar, but Gwen groaned in bliss as his tongue began to play through her slit. She managed to hold off for several minutes before Jacob's eyes swam before hers. His were glazed and filled with need and hers were filled with tears. "Tell me what you want Gwen."

"I want you, Jacob. I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me. I love you so much."

"And I you." He burst into tears. "This is real. This is real. I love you, Gwen. More than my own life. You are my heart."

Gwen groaned as she felt the tip of his cock enter her and she immediately erupted into orgasm as it continued its path. His arms encircled both her waist and her arms both, crushing her as he kissed her and worked his hips back and forth. She felt everything. Felt her vaginal walls contracting. Felt his organ as it plunged in and out. Felt her heart beating in concert with his. Breathed the air that he breathed as their tears mingled between their cheeks. Jacob began to groan and then roared as his phallus jumped within her and throbbed over and over as his warmth filled her. His hands dropped to her thighs as he pulled her close and plunged in to his full depth, his pubic bone grinding into her clit as he rotated his hips against her. She screamed again as he sent her over the edge once more.




The Brothel Ch. 14



They were both still crying several minutes later. Jacob had encircled her waist again and hung on as much as supported her until he recovered somewhat. Then he looked at her and brushed the stray hair from her face. He was searching her eyes to know that she was okay. She nodded, too overcome for words.

He untied her neck first and then her ankles. She dropped to her knees and took him in, cleaning their spend from his turgid organ. He lifted her then and laid her with her hips at the edge of the bed and returned the favor until her back arched and she came again. Only then did he remove the armbinder and collar and lead her to curl up in the bed. 

Jacob woke first since Gwen was still recuperating from a long night the previous night. She woke to his exploration and lip service. She groaned and smiled and pushed the covers away as she rolled on her back and spread her legs. Jacob straddled her face and she willingly took in his engorged organ as she arched her back. Neither wanted to rush things, so they played languidly, searching out the spots that were pleasing to the other. Soon Jacob turned and plunged into her as he watched her eyes and smiled. Gwen grinned back and then moaned in pleasure.

After they cuddled for a while Jacob spoke. "You have a big day today."

"Just what is this movie about?"

"A wedding."

"We did a wedding yesterday."

"Well... this one will be different."

"Different how?"

"This time you will have half a dozen grooms."

"Are you one of them?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'll try to suffer through it."

"Julia is doing some advance production."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean -- she isn't planning on using these pictures and movies for a little while."

"Then why is she doing them now?"

"Well -- the wedding presented an opportunity and she thought you would enjoy doing them now because there will be bondage."

"So it is a reward?"

"A reward that serves Julia's purposes, but I think you will enjoy it too."

"Well -- you know me pretty well."

"And now I 'know' you in the Biblical sense!"

Gwen smiled and rolled over on top of him. "So who else am I marrying today?"

"Chris, Greg, Glen, Scott, Andy and me."

Gwen kissed him. "I enjoyed our honeymoon."

"We'll have more."

"I know."

"I've been thinking that I would like to be the first every day."

"That sounds very reasonable to me. We could get up earlier if you like!"

"We could!"

"You're distracting me!"

He was tracing circles on her bottom with feather light fingers. "Do you like it?"

"Yes." She shifted her legs so that she was straddling his hips and 'other things' and he continued stroking her and taking advantage of her exposure.

"What did you like best about after the wedding?" Jacob saw the wheels turning and her hesitancy. "Tell me."

"You'll think I'm weird."

"No I won't."

"I guess working with Stacey the last few days and seeing how she needs to submit to someone else..."

"If you are submissive it isn't because you saw someone else who is."

"I guess the bondage plays into that as well, but I especially liked the meal. I liked everything and I was very horny, but I liked kneeling next to you and having you take care of me."

"I noticed that you blushed a lot yesterday."

"Me too. I don't know why, but I felt shy around you. I felt like a bride. I felt like a virgin." Gwen sank down and laid her head on his chest.

"I like you submissive, but not all the time."

"I liked the collar."

"Well good, because you will be wearing it again today!"

"When do we have to be there?"

"We have time to swim and eat breakfast. They will be waiting for us. This is our day even though we have to do this."

"I have never asked you what you like."

"You know what I would like. I am grateful for what I have. I will never take you for granted and I will revel in you as long as I am allowed."

"But I want to please you. You will have to tell me what you like and what your fantasies are."

Jacob smiled. "I'll think about it." He swatted her behind. "Now it is time to swim though."

"I like teasing. That turns me on."

"I would never have guessed!" Gwen started into another lap as the egg vibrated away deep inside her.

"It amuses me when you are needy and ready to beg for my assistance."

"Well, you're going to have to wait because I'm not begging for anything!" She grunted as the vibrator turned up a notch.

"Don't come until I give you permission." Jacob grinned as he pinched her and she started into her next set of laps.

Her legs would barely support her as she headed to the shower, but she blamed her heaving chest on the exertion of swimming.

"And your nipples are pretty perky!"

"The water was cold." 

Jacob chuckled, "I like false bravado... Hold onto the straps. I'll take care of making sure you are clean."

He washed her very thoroughly and then made sure that she was well moisturized both artificially and naturally. He even took time to work lube into her rosebud with his finger. She looked at him in question, but he just smiled.

"I like it when you are off balance wondering what will happen next. I like that hint of doubt and fear in your eyes." 

"I see you are still enjoying your honeymoon?" 

"I know I am." Jacob smiled at Chris. Gwen blushed and turned into Jacob again. She was sitting on his lap in the cafeteria with her hands bound behind her back. She was nude and he was dressed. He had been pushing all of her buttons and was playing with her nipples in between feeding her bites of breakfast. The vibrator was still whirring away and her eyes were glazed with lust. And Phillip was videotaping the whole thing. "Look at him Gwen." He turned back to Chris to explain. "She's feeling a little submissive. And a little turned on. I don't know why though," he spoke innocently. Maybe she is imagining what will be happening to her in a little while."

"You mean when the six of us have her tied and helpless?" He smiled at Gwen who was obediently looking at him as Jacob twiddled her nipple. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused.

"Jacob!" Gwen's plea was whispered, but urgent and Jacob stopped what he was doing and pressed the button on the remote to stop the vibrator. 

"She is only allowed to speak when orgasm is imminent. She is forbidden to come until the, 'I do's'."

Chris smiled mischievously as Gwen looked back at him pleading silently, rocking slightly and chewing on her bottom lip.

Others paused in front of their table knowing that the humiliation was turning Gwen on. Jacob had her turn her back to him and spread her legs while he played with her slit until she spoke his name in desperation again. 

At last when breakfast was over she was led nude and bound to another room to be dressed. Dressed was a relative term. Adorned would be more accurate. And Jacob was doing the adorning. And, of course, Phillip was ever present, and had been joined by two others with large cameras from the film crew.

The egg was vibrating again. "acop!" She was quivering and dancing with her legs apart and then the egg fell out with a clatter and rolled across the floor. She looked up at him startled and he laughed. 

"You seem to have dropped something! You should be ashamed! What kind of bride would wear that up the aisle?"

Gwen continued to prance back and forth slowly. Her mouth was stuffed with a large white ball gag. "Wha kine ob goom ud tuff it up my cun!"

"Ooo... good point, but that attitude will get you punished later!"

"Cam I come, pwee!"

"You most certainly cannot!" He held up a white lace garter. "Now lift your foot."

Gwen huffed, but complied and Jacob slowly slid it up her leg taking liberties along the way.

"uuunngh... pwee, acop! I pwomith I come agang!" Back to dancing back and forth. Nodding hopefully and promising ever so sincerely with her eyes.

"No, ma'am! And I thought I told you not to speak. There's another punishment!" He pulled on the garter and snapped it and she squealed. "Everything down here is juicy and swollen." He stuck his nose close to her sex and breathed in deeply. "Ahhh, nectar of the gods."

Gwen groaned again.

"What happened to 'I'm not going to be begging you for anything?"

Gwen dropped to her knees as he stood, careful to keep her knees spread and still rocking back and forth. She tried batting her eyes and looking pitiful again.

"It's not going to work!" Jacob was chuckling and tugged on her elbow, "Come on now. Stand up." He continued mumbling in amused resignation. "I wasn't going to do this, but you're in danger of coming if you accidentally bump your knees together, so..." He went to a cupboard and rummaged until he returned with white thigh cuffs and an eight inch spreader bar. Gwen groaned again. Several snaps of the garter belt later the thigh cuffs and spreader bar were in place. Phillip squatted for a quick close up. "Now this I was going to do." Jacob reached up on the counter and took hold of white ankle restraints and a twelve inch chain. Those were followed by white stilettos.

Nothing he did was helping. Well, it was helping his cause, but not hers! It all only served to arouse her more. She groaned again as she felt a drop of saliva land on her chest. "Now for the posture collar!" He was enjoying this way too much! His eyes twinkled as he held it up. "You had better lift your chin. With the gag it will be even more restrictive than it was yesterday." 

Gwen's eyes closed as she tried desperately to hold on to her orgasm. At least the drool would go down the back of her throat now. The restriction to her throat was more pronounced and she shivered as she heard the lock snap into place.

Next Jacob produced white shiny cotton rope, "A karada!" He found the center of the rope and fed the loop through the ring in the front of the collar and then fed the rest of the rope through the loop. "We'll have to make sure it doesn't come near your clit though! It's standing out like a mountain! We don't want you having any accidents!" He untied her hands. "Hold your arms out now!" He held up his finger as he remembered something, "but first..." He turned and showed her, "My next torture device!" It was a silver bullet anal vibrator about the size of his index finger. "I'll make sure I lube it thoroughly! Hands on the counter!" He turned her and put his hand on the small of her back and a finger next to her rosebud. "Stick your butt out!"

Gwen complied tentatively and received a playful swat on her behind. 

"Oh, come on now! You can do better than that! You're going to be skewered by six guys! Show me that ass!" Jacob laughed as she humphed through her gag and stuck it out for him. "That's what I'm talking about!" He pressed the bullet to her slit. "You'd better not come when I push this in, or you'll be feeling more than my hand!" 

Suddenly the pressure she hoped for and dreaded was gone. "I don't know what I am thinking! I forgot your train!" He set the bullet back in front of her and she straightened. 

This time he swatted her much harder. "I don't remember giving you permission to change position!" Gwen squealed and then stuck her ass out again. There were three white boas on the counter and a fluffy bunny tail. Gwen watched as Jacob carefully fastened them to the chain at the end of the vibrator. The chain itself was three-eights of an inch. Once the vibrator was inserted she would be feeling that. Once the vibrator was turned on... she didn't even want to think about it.

Gwen closed her eyes as Jacob brushed the boas over her nipples and then slowly down the center of her back and up the inside of her thighs. "acop, pwee." She groaned and squatted further.

"There's plenty of lubrication here." Slowly he pushed the butt plug into her cunt and turned it. The feathers and fluff were murder. He worked it in and out slowly several times until she squatted suddenly and growled. As he pulled it out slowly he watched her inner labia trying to grasp at it. They were blood red and shiny.

"You remember to push?"

It was the only time he sounded business-like. Gwen nodded. Jacob slowly pushed the plug into place as Gwen exhaled. Other than a few fingers it was the first alien object up there. And it definitely felt alien as her muscles closed around the thick chain. She could feel the feathers and fluff in her most sensitive tissues and she knew it would only be worse when she began to walk.

"Now you may stand and hold your arms out to the side." Gwen complied and Jacob made quick work of the karada making sure that the ropes through her crotch straddled her sex and the plug chain. The karada was tight though and served to stoke the fires further.

"Alright, then. Only a few more items. Back like you were before. Ass out -- hands on the counter."

Gwen jumped as Chris burst through the door. "How are things coming? We're ready for you guys." 

Gwen jumped again as Jacob slapped her bottom hard again. She quickly put her hands back on the counter and stuck her ass out. Chris grinned as she blushed. "Almost ready. What do you think?" He held up the straight armbinder and one in which her arms would be folded behind her back. 

"That one. It won't block the bunny tail."

"That's what I thought too."

"Karada looks hot."

"It does, if I do say so."

"Smells like sex in here. You haven't been humping her have you?"

"It's all her."

"Figures. Everyone in the audience will smell it all the way down the aisle."

"That's what I'm hoping. Give us another five minutes."

"I'll let 'em know."

Chris shut the door. "Now you may stand and fold your arms behind your back."

Gwen complied and her arousal shot up the scale as her arms were restrained. She had been completely ignored during their exchange. The karada was hot? What about her?

After the armbinder, which was chained to the back of the posture collar, came two smaller garter belts that matched the first, but fit tightly around her boobs with scratchy elastic, and clamps with bells for her horny tits. They didn't hurt, but they drove her insane. "Your tits are white -- they're so hot."

"Pwee eh me come!" Her whisper was a plea.

"Not until I say!"

"oo're ebil!"

Jacob grinned. "Yes... yes I am. Feeling a little sorry for yourself?" She didn't reply, but he knew from her expression. "It will only get worse and that kind of comment will do you no good." He reached up and placed a veil with a comb into her hair and pulled the heavy lace down over her eyes. Then he knelt down in front of her with the last item and smelled the heavy musk. "You had better be very careful." He carefully clipped the tiny clamp on the front of her clit hood as she groaned mournfully. 

Her chest was heaving with effort as he walked her slowly down the short hallway to the exterior of the room where the wedding was being filmed jingling all the way. She felt clumsy trying to walk with the spreader bar between her legs and her feet were almost toed in because of the short chain between her ankles. Then there was the humiliation of being exposed and horny while everyone around her was fully clothed. The boas and tail were tickling her mercilessly, not to mention the chain dangling out her asshole. Her breasts were starting to swell against the elastic and her tits were becoming more and more sensitive. The strings from the bells dangling from her clit were brushing back and forth across it maddeningly. The three camera men were around them and a guy named Barry was waiting outside in his dark suit. He and Jacob smiled at one another.

"Dianna -- remember, you can't come until after the 'I do's' when the minister says we can kiss the bride and then I will give you the signal."

Gwen nodded, but looked apprehensive. She was just hoping she would be able to obey.

"You know Barry. He is going to be giving you away."

She managed a weak smile of acknowledgement.

"I'm turning the vibrator on now. Stand up straight!" He kissed her cheek with a mischievous smile. "I'll see you in front of the chapel!"

Gwen groaned loudly as the vibrator kicked in. 

"osef!! Way!! Mo!!!!" The chain was vibrating maddeningly. It took everything she had not to come right then. Jacob grinned and left her quickly. Two of the camera men entered as well.

She looked at Barry like a deer caught in the headlights. She was barely managing to control herself. "Ready?"

"Mo!"

"Good then!" He produced a chain leash and hooked it to the front of her collar.

She tried to stand up straight as she hobbled her way in. She thought she was ready for anything, but the room was filled with forty or more 'guests' all dressed in wedding finery, not counting the camera men, grooms, and preacher. She was immediately overwhelmed with shame and had to fight all the harder. She felt her juices running down her legs and her slobber running onto her chest as she closed her eyes and took a few slow steps. There was no music. All eyes were on her. The bells were deafening and she saw one of the men lean into the aisle and breathe deeply. The aisle felt like an airport runway. Halfway to the rostrum she had to stop and half squat with her eyes wide, grunting. The buzzing in her ass stopped, but started again after she took a couple more steps. All the grooms were leering at her with grins on their faces.

Three grooms would be standing on her right and three on her left. There was a gap between the two groups and in the gap was a two foot by four foot rectangular platform painted black. On either side of it were two pair of vertical galvanized poles attached with flanges and at hip height they were joined by a horizontal pipe to make two upside down 'u's. All the pipes were painted black as well. 

Barry led her to the platform and positioned her behind the first set of pipes. Once there, Jacob on her right and Chris on her left produced ropes from their suit coats and tied the thigh cuffs and ankle cuffs to the vertical posts. A hand went to her back and she was forced to lean over as Jacob used the leash to secure her to the second set of pipes. Now her bottom was on display for everyone to see. At least the boas...

Someone flipped the boas over the pipes as well, to expose her slit. They must all be getting their jollies out of this. She squealed as someone pinched her bottom. She could feel the pressure of the bands on her breasts more significantly this way and the clips on her tits were adjusting to the downward pull on the bells. She tried squirming, but it was no use and she realized she was giving the audience a great show. It did result in the chain from the vibrator falling across her slit and close to her clit though. She took a breath and held it before groaning loudly.

"Who gives this slut in marriage?" 

Gwen waited, but no one spoke. She tried to look at George who was playing the minister, but she couldn't quite see him. 

He repeated, "Who gives this slut in marriage?" There was another long pause and then Jacob nudged her thigh. She realized that he wanted her to respond and remembered that he had mentioned it earlier. Drool was making a puddle below her mouth. She spoke a clearly as she could.

"I oo."

"Excuse me?"

"I oo. I iv myfelf."

"This is most irregular... you give yourself. You agreed to this treatment?"

"eff."

"Why ever for?"

"Becauve I'm a flup, fir, ike oo faib, an I wam com, 'n I camp com umpil I fay I boo!" The vibrator kicked up a notch and she writhed and groaned. Damn that chain!

"What is a flup?"

"Whap oo faid, fir. A flup! I uff feks iff mem! A flup!"

"Ahhh, I understand now. A slut! And you like sex with men! So you want to marry all of these men because you aren't aloud to come until you say 'I do'?"

"eff fir. 'm I meed oo poo! Hoowey, pwee!" She was oblivious to her continued whining and writhing. 





The Brothel Ch. 14



"Very well. If you agree and they agree, then let's get to it!"

"Dearly Beloved..."

"And do you, as her husbands, agree to use her repeatedly and enthusiastically in all available holes, to humiliate her and render her helpless, to force her to plead and beg for what she so desperately wants and needs?"

The men answered as one, "I do!"

"And do you, slut, agree to obey any and every command as they use you, doing the most humiliating and degrading things just so they will let you come? Sucking cocks and even pussies if you are commanded, enduring..."

"IIII BOOO! Pwee! O Pwee hoowey!"

The quasi-minister looked at the grooms with a small smile. "Well... By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and slut! You may now fuck the bride!"

The vibrator went up another notch. Gwen was groaning on every exhale. Jacob, of course, was first and speared her firmly. The others had backed away to give the camera men the best view as they all produced their organs and began to stroke them. They were all around her as she continued to grunt and then scream, "I'm comin'! I'm COMINNNG!" 

One camera caught Jacob shaking his head, shrugging with a smile and softly saying, "Now..." as she began shrieking. In moments he grunted loudly and Chris took his place while he moved to her mouth and removed her gag quickly before inserting his cock for cleaning and plumping. She was still screaming and talking incoherently as she worked him back into service order while three others used her cunt. By the time Jacob got back around to her cunt again semen was dripping down to her knee. He looked at Greg who was busy teasing her. She was grunting and snuffling and straining to reach him. He was letting her have the tip of his cock occasionally and she was beginning to squirm and moan in frustration. 

One of the others had a rubber band and was snapping it across her shoulders. She would jump and squeal, but continued her rooting after Greg's evasive tool. Jacob dipped his fingers in cum and began drawing lazy circles around her clit as Andy began mauling her swollen tits. She couldn't evade any of it and was a constant, writhing mass of flesh. Beautiful flesh.

This time Jacob took his time. He could feel the vibrator buzzing away merrily. Chris took over clit duty as Jacob slowly sawed in and out. Greg matched his rhythm and one entered as the other pulled out. Gwen calmed immediately humming in ecstasy. She opened her throat to Greg and he bottomed out. Once again her groans became louder and more rhythmic and she orgasmed loudly again.

At last they released her neck and let her stretch for a moment, but they didn't give her long as they didn't want her arousal to subside. They moved lights and props, including setting up a small buffet table and drinks of punch, gave her a drink and then briefly described the next scene. The collar and veil were removed. The men picked up the platform to which her legs were still attached and pivoted it around to face the audience. Gwen couldn't believe how it made her heart race still to be in front of the large group that way. The bells on her clit and tits had fallen off. She groaned as they were replaced. One of the older females who helped with filming came in and straightened her hair and face before she was once again bent over the pipes and her neck was re-secured.

The podium had been replaced with the bridal arch from the previous day and this time all the grooms were to her right, leaving plenty of room for the cameras on her left. It had become a receiving line. Drinks and snacks were being distributed and people were mingling as though at a reception. Gradually people, a few at a time, began to queue up to greet the group. The grooms were fully dressed once again and Gwen could hear the bells tinkling merrily as she writhed in her bonds.

She heard Chris's voice as he spoke with one of the male guests. "That's right. It shocked us too, but she said she wanted to be used as nothing more than an object and so it is what we intend to do. She will be available to any of us at any time and we plan to keep her in bondage and naked for the most part. She truly is a slut at heart."

The other man responded. "Well, we certainly appreciate your generosity in sharing her with the rest of us."

Gwen squealed her only line in this scene with what she hoped was enough consternation, "Sharing me!" Acting took such concentration...

Chris continued speaking, completely ignoring her outburst, but Jacob gave her a hard crack on the behind and she squeaked, "Think nothing of it. None of us do. She exists only to obey and please us."

"Well, then, I would love to be pleased!"

"Help yourself!"

It was Louis and he went through the motions of greeting the other grooms, but soon enough his cock was presented and Gwen tried not to smile as she opened her mouth hesitantly. She should get an Oscar for this! She almost bit his cock off as a hand slapped her smartly on the behind. 

Valiantly she greeted each guest, male and female as they congratulated the grooms and used her. Most used her orally. Quite a number spanked her at length with their hands or any of the assortment of crops and paddles and floggers that were thoughtfully provided. Gwen came she didn't know how many times as people made comments about her as though she were an object provided for their amusement! Well, she was, wasn't she?

In the end she could barely hold her head up and the muscles in her mouth and tongue were screaming. There was jizz all over her face and her hair was matted with it. Joseph had thoughtfully helped her hold her head in position for the last ten or so and smeared the cum around a bit as she panted between each guest. Her bottom was stinging and she knew it must be red. After the first surprise strike she had offered her bottom and wiggled it eagerly. They weren't trying to hurt her. They were just trying to warm her up and she didn't mind it a bit. Most of the guests or Jacob casually played with one or both of her tits and as she felt each orgasm overtake her she would stop suddenly and then seize as she moaned her way through. The anal vibrator was doing its job intermittently and the surprise was as effective as anything at enhancing her arousal.

At last the group tapered off and then cleared. The camera men spent quite a bit of time taking pictures of her limp, bedraggled state. The guests threw rice before leaving and the little kernels stuck all over her face and hair. Many of them thanked the grooms, but no one even spoke to her except Ruth who squatted in front of her face, "You are such a filthy slut!" 

She felt so well used!

The cameras were still rolling when Greg spoke up, "Now it is time for the wedding night!" and Gwen just groaned.