The Road is Long

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn hung her head, thinking over Irving's question, and avoiding all the eyes she felt were on her. Whether they were or not was immaterial, she felt as though they were.

“Did you enjoy your time there? The taste?”

Bronwyn spoke quietly "No Sir! I did not enjoy whoring myself! I was hungry and desperate, and in these uncertain times, one must put aside ones morality and take care of the most basic needs first! " she blushed. What she had said was not altogether true. Certainly, hunger had been the motivator, but he had not asked WHY she had done it, but whether she had enjoyed it, and the horrible truth, that she did not want to admit even to herself, was that she had! " I will own, however, that the ..um.. fluids of the men, were...... not altogether unpleasant, not so repulsive as I had imagined"

 

[Frags]

As Irving let time pass and for the meals to arrive he set his eyes on Bronwyn, “You didn’t enjoy it at all? Perhaps then it was someone else’s screams of ecstasy I was hearing just a short time ago?” He spoke in a way so that his questions weren’t really questions, rather accusations. “If you’re going to be traveling with me then I have to be able to trust you. If I can’t trust you then you’re a danger and I may have to end our trip together before it even begins.”

It was a situation Irving could be satisfied with. Already he’d received a number of coins from her prostituting herself and the sex was enough to keep him satisfied until he could reach the next waypoint, spending money on another whore, money Bronwyn had in fact earned.

“So,” he added as the food and drink arrived, the barmaid standing next to their table, “Did you enjoy whoring yourself?” Then he looked up to the woman, dismissing her with a smile before returning to Bronwyn. Taking a drink from his cup he leaned forward a little, beginning to cut apart the meat on his plate. “And,” he added almost as an afterthought, “be truthful about the taste. Remember, be honest.” His tone had taken on the sound of a warning.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Did you enjoy whoring yourself?”

Despite what she had done earlier, Irving's blunt question shocked her, and she gasped and had to shut her mouth quickly and firmly to cut off the automatic denial, before it began. He had warned her about total honesty, and she knew there was only one answer that would suffice.

Looking about furtively, trying to ascertain if anyone was within earshot, Bronwyn whispered "I admit it, I enjoyed it!" she reddened and looked about making sure no one had heard, and then she answered the other part of his question, after she shovelled a few spoonfuls of her dinner into her mouth, eager to savour the food she had worked so hard to get. "And I did enjoy the taste too!" she hissed, eyes darting about, before she began on her dinner once again.

 

[Frags]

In spite of her apparent cries earlier, he was just as surprised to hear her admit it no matter his threats. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he blatantly stared at her body, covered by the dress as it was. Then he added before taking a stab at the meat on his plate, “Hm, maybe someday we’ll make a day out of it, with a number of different people. Would you like that?”

With a humored smirk he shoved the meat into his mouth, chewing at he kept staring at her. But not a moment was spent on her face, neck... it was all on her chest. Irving didn’t care if she noticed. With a slight twist of his tongue as he swallowed the piece of meat, he added, “Tonight I think I’ll fuck your ass.” These words were said with the same volume as the others; it seemed as though Irving didn’t care what the others thought, or if he was overheard. “Would you like that? Remember our code of honesty,” he spoke, momentarily putting down his fork and knife to clean his mouth. In the end, it didn’t matter if she’d like it or not because he could always get another girl in town if he needed one that badly. What with the money she made, he’d be kept for a good, long while.

 

[sallythescorpian]

It occured to Bronwyn that perhaps Irving wasnt just careless, perhaps he was activly trying to humiliate her. His blunt statement hit her hard -

"maybe someday we’ll make a day out of it, with a number of different people. Would you like that?”

No! Of course she wouldnt like it, would she?? Her heart beat a little faster and she blushed, shamed at the knowledge that her answer was affirmative. Unable to actually voice it, she nodded once. She was barely able to acknowledge it to herself, she could not say it aloud!

She ate her meal quickly, in case he changed his mind, and she had several drinks of the strong alcohol from him, drinking from his mouth, and finding herself, very quickly, a little inebriated.

She was just getting herself under control, when he looked up from his meal once more and said, in his normal tone of voice, at the same volume as his general conversation - “Tonight I think I’ll fuck your ass - would you like that?"

Bronwyn smiled with embarrassment, her face red once more, and then she whispered "I dont know! I have never tried! Will you like it? Do girls ususally like if? You'll have to tell me these things, because I have no one to ask if it is normal to enjoy it or not!"

 

[Frags]

Irving sent her a smile when she nodded her head ever so slightly. The wheels in his head began spinning and he thought that maybe she’d even become a profitable little whore. Thanking the gods that she found him, in her nervous tones, he took another bite from his dinner as he watched her rapidly eat. When she needed a drink, he gave her that as well, allowing her to take as much as she wanted. His road, in these last few moments, was made so much more simpler after her agreement. He doubted he’d have to pay for food out of his own pocket again.

After she responded to his last question he looked across the table toward her, “It doesn’t matter if its normal. Normal means nothing in your world now. You’re traveling with me. But don’t worry. You’ll find if you like it later on tonight. If you want some kind of lubricant to make it easier on you, you’ll have to go out and earn the coin to pay for it.”

Glancing toward the window before looking back to her, he added, “Its going to be dark soon and the whorehouse will be open all night. You could ask to work for them for a little while, until you’ve earned enough. I’m sure they sell whatever you might need. If you don’t know, guess, but remember our rule. You greet people with your pussy. The rest of your body is mine.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn was totally humiliated, and wondered how it had come to this! The very thing she had wanted to avoid now awaited her! He intended to take her ass, and would do so dry if she didnt get some kind of lubricant.

She most definitely did not want to enter the doors of the whore house. She finished her meal, all but licking the plate, and she contemplated what to do. Excusing herself to the ladies retiring room, she experimented, by pressing one of her fingers into her ass dry. It hurt like Hell, and made her reaslise that as big as Irving was, he would split her in two if she didn't get something!!

She stood in the doorway of the inn, and wondered how best to go about this, then she spied the Ostler, and she approached him cautiously. "Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but I am in dire need of some oils. I know you have them for cleaning and oiling the tack, and I wonderd if you might spare me some?" The man's eyes flicked over her scandalous attire, and came to a quick conclusion about her. "Show me your coin?" he said tersly, and Bronwyn blushed at what she was about to do! "Sir, I have no coin, but perhaps you would be so good as to give me just a little, and I could perform a service for you!" Only the darkness concealed Bronwyn's red face!

The man told her he wanted her to suck his cock, and she replied that only her pussy was available. The man grumily agreed, and had her bend over a tying post outside, and hitch her skirts. He pumped her quickly, and then finished, his cum leaking from her, and then he said, "you'll have to do my son too!" She looked around to see a young, fresh faced young man of about 18. Before she could say more, he grasped her hips, and entered her swiftly, plumbing her depths until he came. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a hand print, and she quickly readjusted her skirt, before turning and receiving a small corked bottle of saddle oil.

Tucking the bottle into the folds of her skirt, she re-entered the inn, pleased at least that she had avoided the whorehouse! As long as she could do so, she could pretend that she was still a respectable girl, and blot the other instances from her mind. She looked around the bar, garnering a few lascivious glances, before she saw Irving, and went to him, setting the little bottle of oil discretely on the table.

 

[Frags]

Irving sat silent as they continued their meal, allowing her to leave the table when she excused herself. While she had disappeared he called down the barmaid for another drink while he waited for Bronwyn. He kept watch of the girl while he could until he returned to his drink. Silently Irving wondered if she was going through with it. He was sure she was. She had seemed to enjoy selling her body so much for so little.

It didn’t seem like she was gone long to Irving, but time wasn’t something he had to follow right now. When she returned he found her, his eyes remaining on her until she found the table, showing him what she’d bought with her body. Looking to the top of the table he saw the little bottle of oil she set there.

Taking his time his eyes followed her arm, to her chest and up along her neck until they rested on her face. “Tell me how you secured this. Stolen? Or did you pay for it?” Irving didn’t care one way or the other, he only wanted to hear the girl say it. If she had indeed gone through with some kind of taboo trade. Then he waited for a few moments.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go up.” It seemed, by how he spoke, that he was willing to let her choose the time. No matter what he was going to make sure it happened but he wanted her to tell him. It was minor humiliation compared to what she’d already gone through since their meeting but he couldn’t resist himself.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn wondered if this day was ever going to end!! All she had endured, the depths to which she had plunged, and still she would need to go further.

"I, er... approached the ostler, and I transacted business" she looked around furtively, hoping that no one would hear her whisper, "with both him and his son" and in case he might misinterpret that, she added "first the father, then the son" she indicated her bottle of oil - "its saddle oil!"

She sat and endured the stares from some of the patrons, some of whom she had serviced earlier, and others, who had no doubt heard of her. She dreaded what was to come, and spent the next hour trying t force heself to remain where the men stared and the women tittered, and pointed at her. finally, unable to bear any more she turned to Irving and said "would you like to retire now?"

 

[Frags]

Listening to her as she spoke he smiled a little. She was becoming more of a professional after every passing hour. And there were still many of those left before morning came. Then he looked toward the oil she brought, it sitting in the middle of table like a harbinger of what was left of their night. Through the next hour he drained his drink, setting it to the side. And when Bronwyn mentioned she wanted to go upstairs he laid a few coins on the table.

“Let’s go, then,” and he started to get up. “And be sure to bring your oil. You’ve worked hard for it.”

He started toward the stairs, climbing them and heading down the hall until he came to their room. Stepping inside he let the door remain wide open for her to follow behind. “You’ve had a busy day so far,” he spoke as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. “But there’s only one way to break you in.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

The hour, during which Irving sipped his drink seemed to be never ending to Bronwyn, who was struggling to deal with allthat had happened. Twenty four hours ago she had been a virgin, now she had ten men!! Irrespective of whether or not she was in a whorehouse, the end effect was the same, and she was whoring herself our, or rather Irving was. But even at that, he was still there to protect her to some degree, and she was not totally vulnurable, and as difficult as it was to admit it, she had enjoyed it to some extent, at least.

Finally, his drink was empty, and the buzz which she had got from alcohol was now worn off, and she was very nervous of what was to come. She followed him upstairs, not lagging behind, as she was still drawing the attention of some of the men.

“You’ve had a busy day so far, but there’s only one way to break you in.”

Break her in?? Dear God what was coming?!

She undressed, and stood nervously, naked by the bed, the little bottle of oil still clutched in her hand.

 

[Frags]

After she began getting undress, Irving moved toward the door, closing it behind her. Although he was tempted to leave it wide open just to get another priceless reaction from her. But with a lock he secured their visual privacy as he walked across the room, now noticing her standing there naked. Closing the distance between them his hand reached toward hers, stealing away the oil she held.

Near enough, he also placed a gentle kiss against her lips, his lips moving aside, brushing against her cheek until they reached her ear, whispering, “Get on the bed and stick your ass in the air.” Then he pulled away from her, removing the cap on the oil. He tossed it to the floor, walking around her to set the bottle on a small standing table.

While waiting for her to get in position, he removed the rest of his clothes, tossing them on the floor toward the corner of the room. They needed to be washed after the day they had, a day full of excitement and never-ending need. Irving figured she could attend to that during the night after he was through with her.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn was trembling with fear at the thought of what was to come, and naked and feeling terribly exposed and vulnurable, she clutched the little bottle of oil that she had paid so dearly for.

When Irving took it from her grasp, she had been terrified that he might discard it, and had almost cried out to stop him, but she had contained herself in the last minute.

She knelt on the bed, in the way he wanted her, ass in the air, and she waited, her heart hammering, her anticipation builing, as Irving completed his disrobing.

 

[Frags]

By the time she was on the bed his clothes were in the corner and his hand was around the oils she brought. As he walked by her he poured some of the liquid onto his fingers, some of it dripping onto his hardening cock below. Stepping behind her and on the bed, he knelt, coating a finger again before moving his hand toward her ass. Taking his time, and with repeated dips into the oil, he shoved his finger up her ass, coating her insides.

When he was sure he could fit a second, he coated that one too in her oils. As each knuckle was inserted, until he could barely see his fingers his excitement grew as the moment drew nearer. When he was satisfied he removed his fingers, pouring the oil over his cock before adding a bit more to her ass. With the bottle nearly empty he tossed it over the side... she was going to have to find more tomorrow morning but he wasn’t going to reveal that to her right now.

On his knees behind her he moved closer, his hands on her hips as his cock neared her ass. Pulling gently at her skin to allow him easier access, he pushed his cock against her ass, feeling the head go in. Then he waited for her reaction, for her to get used to him.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Time seemed to distort, dragging out into slow motion. Bronwyn trembled on the bed, feeling so completely exposed and accessible, her entire being vulnerable. What was he doing? Was he examining her, looking at her most private places??

Then she jumped as she felt the touch of his finger to her rosebud, and she clenched involuntarily, her body trying to protect itself. It was so hard for her to hold her position, and just wait there.

Irving was working his finger into her, popping it through her anal ring, and pumping it, working it fully in, then a second joined it and she cried out, unable to contain hr reaction any more. He pumped and pumped and then stopped, and touched her with a little oil and a finger tip once more, and it seemed to Bronwyn as an almost tender touch.

The the head of his cock against her, pressing against her forcing his way in, bit by bit, and she cried out "Oh, no! dont! please dont! stop!"

 

[Frags]

When he first entered her he heard her calling out so he stopped for a moment, with just the head of his cock resting inside her. His hands held her hips tight so she couldn’t scurry away or slam backward into him as he waited for her to adjust to him. “What is it?” he casually asked, as though it could be anything in the world.

Irving wasn’t ready to let her go without some kind of discussion, or at least giving this whole thing a chance. If it turned out she wanted to reject him then he’d let her ass go to the strangers as well. It didn’t matter to him for her mouth was still available, as were her tits. But he wasn’t about ready to return to her pussy, not after he offered it to the world. After all, he couldn’t take back a gift.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"What is it?" Irving had asked her, as though he wasn't ripping her in two!! It hurt! It hurt so bad!! She panted trying to get control of herself, but failed miserable.

Tears formed in her eyes, and she wondered what might happen, if she prevented him from completing his task.

Instinctively, she pushed out with her anal muscels, trying to push him out, but in doing so, it seemed to ease his entry, and she felt him slip deeper. Perhaps she manage.

"It feels so wrong! so dirty and it hurts!" she cried, in answer to his question, "but, continue, if you wish" she said hesitantly, "I am here to serve you, and I'll try my best!"

 

[Frags]

“Remember what I said,” he spoke before doing anything, “It doesn’t matter what’s normal. Doesn’t matter if it feels wrong or dirty.” In spite of her complaints, he heard her give the go ahead and he was going to take it. His fingers gripped her skin hard as he pushed himself deeper, gradually climbing farther into her. It was a long start/stop process, letting her get used to the size of his cock until he’d completely buried himself inside her, the slick oil making everything much easier than it would’ve been.

Only then did he stop movement for a minute, again, letting her get used to his size to make his reentry a little easier than it had been. It didn’t matter to him how she felt about it as he stared down at her ass. Then he began pulling his hips away from her slowly but he wasn’t going to withdraw just yet.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn was trembling - her nerves threatening to get the better of her. She was panting, and trying to control her rising panic by controlling her breathing. She didn't have an option - so she might as well try to bear this, in the hopes that it would get easier.

Why, she wondered, would he want to do something like this to her? Didn't he have her pussy to enjoy himself in, was that not enough - but she knew he wanted all of her, a total possession.

Quivering, bracing herself on her shoulders and knees, she felt him working his way in, deeper and impossibly deeper still with each thrust. It hurt. She felt as though she was being split in two - as though she could take no more, but she did. Despite all, she appreciated the consideration he was showing her, in entering her slowly, she could only imagine how much worse it would have been had he simply thrust forward, all the way in.

Finally, fully seated within her, he stopped, and she was able to pant her way through the pain, and then he began to move, as slowly the pain subsided, and a dark pleasure rose within her. Suddenly she felt her body reacting, her pussy dripping, and an overwhelming desire to be ridden hard by this virtual stranger, as he fucked her ass. She thrust back against him, crying out loudly as he took her, her body convulsing as a massive orgasm took her, and she begged him for more!

 

[Frags]

Irving leaned forward, his cock climbing into her deep hole again as he spoke aloud, “How does it feel having a cock buried in your ass?” It was blunt, yet factual and he was sure it’d embarrass her if her position hadn’t already. Slowly he began to moved his hips back and forth, abusing her tight little ass.

His hands didn’t move, rather they reaffirmed their grip on her hips. Irving wasn’t about to touch her pussy or move his hands toward her tits. Whether she was excited by the act or not was of no concern to him as he used her like a common whore, speeding up their rhythm as he increased his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin resounded around the room as he pounded against her.

Then he felt her thrust back against him and he grinned a little. She was becoming exactly what he wanted her to be. A well-used girl who’d learn every trick of the trade... and like it. In the back of his mind he wondered what she’d do after they parted. Take part in a whorehouse no doubt. Her reputation, he hoped, would precede her no matter where she went.

 

[sallythescorpian]

The sound of skin slapping against skin punctuated Bronwyn's constant cries and moans. She tried desperately to stifle them, acutely conscious of being heard by people in the next room, or passing in the hallway. God! Se hoped she could not be heard in the bar downstairs!! Hopefully, there might be singing down there, and that would drown out the whorish, sexual noises she was making.

“How does it feel having a cock buried in your ass?”

Irving's blunt words gave her pause, but then, recalling what he had said about her having to tell him how she felt, she answered honestly "It hurt bad to start, but now....... Oh, now, ...... its good! Its so gooooooooood!"

She pressed her face into the mattress, her ass pressing back in counterpoint to Irving's thrusts, and she felt it, rising up within her, a huge, powerful orgasm, and she fought it with all she had, desperate to keep her animalistic noises to a minimum. She hated it, but this dark and taboo act, was exciting her on a primal level.

She tried to think of something, anything to distract herself, but images of the men fucking her earlier in the closet, the men outside the tavern, and Irving's total use of her body, tipped her past the point of no return, and she screamed, a dark, primitive cry of passion, of need fulfilled. Her body convulsed and she moaned, a long continuous, shuddering moan, as satisfaction took her.

 

[Frags]

The girl was loud, making him wonder if she hadn’t startled the people eating downstairs. But he was too wrapped up inside Bronwyn to give it much thought as he hastened his pace, slamming his cock repeatedly inside her. Her cries, her words seemed to only drive him further as he repeatedly invaded her.

Staring down at her ass he watched his length disappear inside her in repetition, taking all the pleasure she was capable of giving. Irving was going to make her find more oils by morning. They’d need plenty for the road before they hit the next stop and he wasn’t willing to go without this now that she’d given it to him.

Hearing her moan, feeling her body underneath him he dropped any kind of rhythm they had as he slammed his cock into her as quickly as he could. His hands gripped her upper thighs tightly, holding her in place and strengthening his thrusts as he pulled her toward him every time. His eyes turned over her body, noticing that her face was in the mattress and he grinned, taking pleasure that he was driving her face into the bed.

 

[sallythescorpian]

It seemed to Bronwyn as though it might never end. She was bathed in sweat, and her ass was hot and she was totally consumed by the sensation of Irving filling her over and over and over again.

She was humiliated, as the thought occurred to her, that her position, and the light from the candles in the room, meant that Irving had a bird's eye view of her asshole, as he pumped it. What an embarrassing sight. The only good thing was that it was only him to see it.

He seemed to be lasting an awful long time. The men in the closed, or indeed outside the tavern had finished up in perhaps six or seven minutes a piece, whereas Irving seemed to have been taking her ass for nigh on an hour. As stretched as she was, she wondered if her ass would ever again close up properly.

Time passed, and Irving sped up even more, grasping her upper thighs very tightly, preventing any movement from her. She was hoarse by now, with all the screaming and moaning she had been doing, and as she came again, she was pleased that her voice was almost gone, and she hoped that Irving had not caught her cry of "Yes! More! More - I love it, want more.... please!!"

 

[Frags]

Irving kept pumping and pumping inside her, hastening his pace, his speed as lust overtook him. He wanted nothing more at this moment than this girl crying out underneath him. When at last he felt the tension build between them and the tightening of his cock, he plunged himself deep inside her. His balls slapped against her pussy as his hot seed slid deep inside her ass. With a few hesitant breaths he leaned against her body, searching for support while he regained his strength.

When at last it was regain he gave her another pleasurable nudge against the ass before pulling his dick from her asshole. With an easy glance he looked at the hole he left as he sat breathing heavily on the side of the bed, his feet barely touching the floor. Looking back to her he ordered her quickly, “There are a few things you must do yet tonight.” No, it wasn’t over.

He looked down toward his heated cock as he ordered her, “Lick it clean from the messes created tonight. Then, I want you to take my clothes from the floor and clean them by morning. I don’t care how you get it done but be sure it gets done lest I leave you by the roadside come morning. For morning is when we’ll leave. And remember, no one gets any part of you but your pussy.” Then he quoted verbatim, “‘They only get your pussy. The rest of your body. Your mouth, your tits, your ass, its all mine. Your pussy is how you’ll shake hands.’”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn screamed and came again as she felt the jets of Irving's cum coat the walls of her bowel, she pressed her face harder into the matress, trying to suppress the sound.

He leaned against her and then withdrew, and she blushed as she imagined his eyes on her. She remained where she was, immobile, as she recovered her breath. She slowly sat up and heard his order.

“Lick it clean from the messes created tonight".

She hesitated, her mind recoiling at the thought, but she knew she had to, and before she could dwell on it any more, she leaned forward, and began to lick him clean, trying not to focus on what she was licking from him. Finally she was done, and he reclined on the bed, and she bent to attend to the other part:-

"Then, I want you to take my clothes from the floor and clean them by morning. I don’t care how you get it done but be sure it gets done lest I leave you by the roadside come morning. For morning is when we’ll leave. And remember, no one gets any part of you but your pussy.”

She gathered up his clothing and went to the basin of water near the fire. She spent the next hour and a half, washing his clothing and hers, and then stoking the fire, and hanging the clothing near the fire so that it would dry before morning. She thought of what he had said about him having her ass, and realised that he intended to take her regularly. She left the room, and went to the inn keeper, and forty minutes later she returned to the room with a small bottle of cooking oils, then she curled up on the end of the bed, and slept until morning.