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His grin only broadened as he watched her kneel before him. Of course, Ausus and Minx had already hired her, but as her owner, he reserved the right to deny her the privilege of working here, or anywhere. With this applicant, he held all the cards, and she knew it.

Oh, no... Not there.

A fist latched onto her hair, and the grip was used to push her face into the floor below, her ass thrust obscenely into the air. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, locking the leather cuffs together, leaving her helpless to escape effectively.

He was going to have some fun with her, in this mock interview, and decided first to test he concentration. His shin rubbed against exposed pussy-lips as he stood behind her.


So, cunt. What makes you think you should work here? Why should our clients pick you, over any other girl here? And what makes you think I want anything in those holes besides myself?
 
She offered no resistance as he manhandled and cuffed her, putting her face to the floor and her ass in the air, her red hair fanned out at his feet. His leg moved against her cunt lips and she hoped she wasn't moist down there yet. Master would not be happy if he soiled his suit.

"Well... of course you would keep any money I made Sir." She stammered. "I thought that maybe sadistic clients might want to use me, clients who can't usually find a girl who'll take what they dish out; violence, humiliation, degradation... in addition to more standard kink."

She drew a fairly deep breath, no mean feat given her position.

My holes are yours Sir but I thought you could enjoy the money I'd make. I thought it would be something I could do when you didn't have need of me.
 
returns, having changed into her evening outfit, to see if the place is more lively

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A soft chuckle left his lips as his shin continued to rub up and down on the cunt before him. Her answers were acceptable, but he couldn't let her off that easily.

And you think you can make any money for me? What makes you think I won't just keep you in your cage when I'm not using you? It seems like a perfectly reasonable thing for one to do with a useless cunt, doesn't it?

He slapped the upturned ass hard, laughing with an almost sadistic glee at her misfortune. He could pound her into a bloody stain into the carpet, ignoring her cries and begging for mercy, and she would still be bound to him, as ever. He remembered her safeword well, even though he'd only forced her to use it once. He wondered how far he could push tonight.
 
Never have I wanted so badly to smack a 7 year old.

Never.

Runs her hands through Vail's hair, smiling.

It's nice to settle down with you.
 
His low laugh ricocheted through her. He could beat her bloody but that wasn't his allure. His hold over her was psychological, shackling her mind and soul. She needed his laugh, his mockery, needed to be made worthless, humiliated and abject. She needed to be a slave, a cunt, whatever he decided she was from moment to moment. Her cunt began to moisten as she answered him.

"If you keep me in a cage Sir, I'll atrophy and become even more useless to you."

She gave a low, guttural cry when he smacked her ass. Her Master would know it to be pleasure but to a casual observer, it would seem pained.
 
His laughter continued for a few moments after her answer. It was a good point, but he couldn't let her know as much.

And I need your muscles for something? This is news to me. I could have sworn the only interest I had in you was a trio of holes to shove into, wet, if you're lucky...

To emphasize this point, he licked his thumb and leaned down. A pair of finger were shoved into her cunt, while his barely-slick thumb was thrust into her unprepared asshole.

Without so much as a warning, the digits began moving hard and fast within her holes, and he wondered just how much pain was being induced with this pleasure.
 
His amusement made her flush, he always could make her feel stupid without even trying. She could hear the sneer on his face as he told her how little he cared about her welfare so long as he could fuck her. His harsh words just got her hotter.

When he thrust his fingers and thumb into her, she cried out but in surprise than pain. She knelt there and let him pump her holes furiously. Her ass burned around his thumb but she knew his having fingered her there would make it less painful if he chose to fuck that hole. His fingers probed deep but she resisted the urge to squirm and mitigate the depth somehow.
 
As the fingers and thumbs probed, wiggling quickly, he decided to play his favorite game with her; the game involved mundane conversation while probing the holes he owned, hopefully flustering her beyond her ability to answer. His hand moved furiously as he spoke.

Having fun, cunt? Tell me, for the record... Of your fantasies. Something we can share with potential clients when they're considering you for hiring. I have to talk you up, make sure I get some money out of your worthless ass.

The nails of his free hand dug into her ass, then dragged down slowly. The flesh turned whiter, then red soon after, as the nails scraped sensitive skin.

And what about the mark I put on your ass? What do you think will be said when they find you're branded property?
 
His fingers worked their magic swiftly, probing, curling and scissoring inside her by turns as he yanked all three digits back and forth. She emitted a low, soft moan as her arousal built, having to make herself focus on what Master was now saying.

"Well... you know that I have fantasies of double penetration and gangbangs Sir. It makes me hot to think of someone paying you so they can use me." She paused and cast around for something else to say. There wasn't all that much fantasy that she hadn't made reality yet.

"I see the pictures around Lit; sex and submission, public disgrace, the upper floor, all those scenes excite me Sir." She found herself pressing back against him and checked herself, wanting to be obedient and unwilling to anger him.

"As for my mark Sir, people here will know I belong to you. I will tell them that you are my Master and receive my wages. They can say what they like Sir." She announced, her tone becoming more spirited as her arousal built.
 
She was behaving rather well tonight, only a few moans in between her answers, which were rather inventive. She must really want this job... Time to step it up a bit.

He pulled his fingers and thumb out quickly, and pulled her upright by the wrists. He opened her bag, knowing she would have some clamps in there somewhere. There they are. He pulled them out, dangling the trio of pinching metal clips connected by chain in front of her face.

It was easy to attach them to her engorged nipples, but the wet clit was another issue entirely, and it took an extra minute to get it in place. But soon, it was in place, and he gave the chain a tug, causing all three points to tug hard.


I do so love these on you, little cunt...


This scene is placed on hold, until it can be finished...
 
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*Quietly slips through the establishment and places a rather large bouquet of lilies and roses with a small card upon the front counter. She shyly nods to the patrons that remain and blushes deeply before quickly slipping back out*

The card reads:
Dear Minxy and Ausus,
Congratulations on your success! It has only been a week and look how busy you both have been! You both should be so proud. I hope the last gifts came in handy.

I wish you both continued success. Who knows, I may even pop in one day to see what it is you offer here.

Best wishes,
Shy
:rose:
 
I wander in the front door and make my way straight to the bar, mixing up a Hell Mel and falling into a couch with a sigh. Lacking motivation or desire today, thinking I should blame he who exhausted me and then questioning whether or not that's the reason....or maybe Fanged really did wear me out! Wearing...

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I look up from my thoughts and smile as Ausus walks in, giving a low whistle as I admire her attire.

Very nice babe. Nothing yet but then I have been such a very busy Minx entertaining elsewhere the last couple of days. Neglected our sweet Whorehouse terribly.

How about you?
 
I smile at Shy's note and mentally smack myself for not sending a thank you note.. again. I look up at the Minx

Umm.. no.. no clients for me. I've been occupied elsewhere also. We may need to plan a party or something...
 
I perk up a bit as she speaks and I sip from my glass, twirling the olive around absent mindedly.

Nice, a party...I do those pretty well...that was one idea I had for my Boudoir awhile back, do you remember when I wanted to throw that BDSM party?
 
Nods slowly as I walk over and grab Minx by the hair, I casually drag her to a barstool and bend her over it. My tone not changing.

I do. Or at least I think I do.. I am not so sure about the BDSM part, I would want it to be inclusive of the vanilla's...

I smack her ass hard once, still considering..

We could offer a special to new clients..
 
I gasp as she grabs my hair and I scramble as she drags me, utterly shocked by the almost casual way she's walking and talking to me. I groan as she bends me over the bar stool, the dress riding up to reveal the black thong beneath it. I listen as she speaks and yelp as her hand lands on my ass, my fingers gripping the edge of the bar stool tightly. I gasp out in my attempt to pretend she's not phasing me.

What kind of special?
 
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