The Road is Long

[sallythescorpian]

She was tired, and she knew there was much left to do tonight. She stood from her position at Irving's feet, and went, as directed to the small closet, where she awaited her master.

She did not have long to wait, moments after she got there, he followed her in, closing the door behind him. She exhaled in relief. At least she was not being put on display, but then again, she must have been seen and fucked by close on twenty men tonight.

She was starving! Her belly growled, and she wondered if there was anything at all she could do, to get the free dinner that the inn keeper had promised. It occured to her briefly, that perhaps she could sneak down later, and eat it, but she quickly dismissed the idea - her master might discard her, if he thought that she was going behind his back.

She awaited his instructions.

"Master, how do you want me?....... and .... I am so, so sorry from earlier - but I am also hungry, so I will ask ............ is there anything, anything at all that I can do, that will persuade you to let me have the dinner the innkeeper promised. I am so hungry master, I'd be forever grateful. But, I know that I am your property, and if you choose that I eat nothing but the gut full of cum, I will of course respect your wishes!"

She waited, wondering what he might say.

 

[Frags]

After a short wait, Irving left behind the man and his counter, wanting little more than to fuck his well-fucked whore. The coins clinging at his side told him that she was the definition of his, that he owned her whether anyone liked it or not. After opening the door to the backroom he could smell the stale smell of the place mixed with the strong scent of sex. Just to know that she was half of everything in that room was exciting in itself.

Her apologies fell on deaf ears however as he closed the door behind them. Irving simply didn’t care for them. They were worthless in the heat of that moment. He tossed the bag of coins to the ground, the sound of their clashing disturbing the silence of the room. Then he loosened his clothes, letting them fall to the floor while his eyes remained on her.

“Lose your panties but keep your corset on,” he spoke as his eyes briefly roamed the room. “And bend over that barrel with your legs apart. I’ll think about giving you a meal later but I give no guarantees on it. How many swallows of cum have you had tonight?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

The jangle of the little bag of coins both startled and humiliated her, as Irving threw them to the floor. It also served to remind her that she had earned every single one of them, by letting strange men make use of her body. Flushing deeply, she was pleased when he shut the door, blocking out most of the light in the small, stale closet.


“Lose your panties but keep your corset on and bend over that barrel with your legs apart. I’ll think about giving you a meal later but I give no guarantees on it. How many swallows of cum have you had tonight?”

She hurried to comply, not able to look him in the eye, ashamed of her behaviour, despite the fact that she had been following his orders.

She bent over the barrell, her panties still hooked around one ankle, at least that way she would be able to find them, when Irving was done. At the mention of a possible meal, she redoubled her enthuasiam to please him, determined to do all in her power to get that meal. Right on cue, her stomach grumbled, hungry.

"Master, I have had twenty ..." she began to shudder, aroused at telling him what he already knew, but being forced to put it into words, she felt her clit swell tremendously. Struggling not to cum instantly, she continued ".... twenty........ ooohhh..... mmmm twenty cocks in my cunt.... some came there, but I scooped out their cum, and swallowed it, and more came directly into my mouth, or on my face or my tits, and l made sure that I swallowed all of that too. I didn't waste any, Master, so I reckon I have had perhaps as much as thirty mouthful of cum!" She was a deep crimson, totally and utterly humiliated, but totally and utterly turned on too.

"I.... I hope I have pleased you Master.... I hope I have not dissapponited you!"

 

[Frags]

Irving stood silent as he watched her getting into position, listening to her talk about the things she’d done. He hadn’t paid any attention to the people going in and out of the room while he was at the barcounter, he remained only to break up any possible abuse that could be inflicted on his property. So it surprised him a little when she told him all she’d done, ingesting the cum voluntarily. Before he moved toward her bent body he thought if he should punish her for it or leave it alone. By the time he reached her he decided it wasn’t worth his time.

Loosening his pants he came up to her from behind, letting his cock press against her body. Then with a slight shove he pushed himself inside where others had just been. It didn’t matter to him that other men had had her. It was what she was used for now. To pay their way until he reached where he needed to go. After that, beyond that point he was unsure what he’d do with her. Everything would depend on her and how well she adjusted to his orders.

With another thrust he felt himself wholly inside her, staring over her bare back and prepared to use up whatever was left of the girl. He’d still need to give her a name... it’d probably have to be put off until the next day.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn did precisely what was asked of her, bending over and spreading her legs, as she told him all she had done. He didn't comment, and she was suddenly overcome by the feeling that she had let him down, failed him.

She chewed her lip, wondering if he was perhaps bored with her, was he going to cast her out??? She felt tears well in her eyes, and she fought them down, knowing that he did not want her tears. She felt him thrust into her, and despite her own wishes, she felt her body beginnning to respond to him.

She had been taken over and over, all evening long, she was sore, swollen, and yet still, it seemed, her body craved yet more. The swelling made her much tighter than she otherwise would have been, and, soon she heard ragged breathing, panting, and moaning, and realised that those noises were coming from her, puncuated by the wet slapping of skin against skin.

Other than the sounds of sex, the closet was silent, and it seemed oppressivly so. Finally, an instant after she screamed out in climax, she panted out her thanks to her master for making her cum, realising retrospectively that she had once again omitted to request permission.

 

[Frags]

“Wanting more?” he questioned, feeling her body responding to him. The girl, for being a virgin before she’d met him, was becoming quite the slave slut. The prostitute, the whore, the girl who’d bend over at a moment’s notice...

Their fucking and cumming had become a regular but he wasn’t about to permit her climax this time. The time came to end this betrayal. Just as he came insider her, he pulled her hair back as his breath beat against her ear, “You cum again without asking for my permission? Why don’t you spend the next day and a half there? In the whorehouse. And send one of the girls back my way to replace your ass?”

He slapped her ass hard with a blazing eye as he hooked his trousers back up and around his waist. “You can get your meal over there and you better believe it, you’re going to deserve it. If you want to continue to do things without asking, just remember that I can grab anyone along the street and teach them the same thing. Head over there now and ask for the exchange.”

There was no alterations in his voice when he spoke to her. Because of her betrayal, how minimal it may have seemed, it mattered. And she was going to have to spend the time to work it off. She’d soon learn to have to plead for her pleasure, as well as her pain.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Why don’t you spend the next day and a half there? In the whorehouse. And send one of the girls back my way to replace your ass?”

What?? Tears filled her eyes, and she wanted to object, to plead with him, to beg for mercy.... but she didn't, knowing it was ultimately useless. Soon the tears overflowed, and streaked her cheeks.

Her Master slapped her ass hard, and re-fastened his trousers, and she knew that she had disappointed him hugely. But to send her to the whorehouse???? NO, no, he wouldn't. He was just teasing her..... wasn't he???

“You can get your meal over there and you better believe it, you’re going to deserve it. If you want to continue to do things without asking, just remember that I can grab anyone along the street and teach them the same thing. Head over there now and ask for the exchange.”

She rummaged around, and found her dress, pulling it on over her head. He was serious, totally so. What if the Madam of the Whorehouse didn't like the deal offered? What if her Master preferred the new girl to her??? What if he didn't come back for her?? All these questions filled her mind, consuming her, terrifying her.

She crossed the street, and knocked on the door. The madam came out, and brought her into a room to talk with her.

"I have disappointed my master, and he has sent me here, for the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, in exchange for one of your girls, and I am to serve here instead of her!"

Bronwyn was shamed, humiliated to be asking to work here! The Madam examined her, demanding she strip and present her body for examination. Finally, after feeling and probing every part, the Madam agreed, and called in one of the other girls, telling her to find Bea, and to send her to the Inn instead of Bronwyn.

Bronwyn was questioned in detail about her sexual experiences to date, something that the girl answered honestly, and in detail, and she was then shown to the room vacated by Bea. It was basic, with loud decor, but the large four poster bed had shackles of each post, which worried Bronwyn. In fact ,the only thing that pleased her was that the Madam had sent her least attractive, most jaded whore to Irving, and happily advertised the fresh meat downstairs.

 

[Frags]

The girl had to learn and he was through with leniency. If spending the night at a whorehouse wasn’t going to right her, what she seemed to fear most, then he wasn’t sure if there were anything that could scare her straight. But going from somewhere where she wasn’t even allowed to be touched to going to a place where she was used every night was quite the alteration in lifestyle but Irving wasn’t Freud. He wasn’t looking for reasons why. All he wanted was some action.

Irving opened the door of his room when he heard the footsteps outside, discovering the girl that had been sent over. He’d been so annoyed with Bronwyn that he didn’t care what the girl look like, ever if she were uglier than sin mirrored on four sides.

Momentarily he looked her up and down before telling her, “Strip down and climb onto the bed.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

ANNA:

She went to the room she was sent to, eager to have a night away from the whorehouse! She had no idea what this guy was like, but he had to preferable to the 15 or so men who had her each night in the brothel. Also she wouldn't need to work the crowd, competing with other girls for the men's attention.

“Strip down and climb onto the bed.”

She bent her head, and removed her simple dress and lay down on the bed, following his instructions.

Her pale blonde hair lay like a fuzzy halo around her head, and she waited for whatever order he might have for her.

BRONWYN:

The whorehouse was every thing she dreaded and more! she had to go down to the "reception room", a fancy name for what was pretty much a tavern, where the girls vied for the men's attention, getting them to spend coin on alcohol, and then on time with the girls.

Bronwyn was painfully shy, and humiliated from having to tout her wares for the random men. It wasn't all that different from things she had done with her Master, when they had needed things, but this wasn't about bartering or anything like that, this was her being an out and out whore, about actively trying to persuade men to sleep with her!

It was eased a little by the fact that she was the "new girl" and consequently was a novelty, something different for the jaded patrons of the brothel!

 

[Frags]

Irving approached Anna from behind as he dropped his clothes to the floor. Moving next to the bed he looked down at the near stranger, just like Bronwyn, yet to even have learned her name. The humor wasn’t lost on him.

Without a word he moved onto the bed, straddling her waist. But he wasn’t into fucking her just yet. He edged up along her body, his cock swaying with the shifting from knee to knee until he hovered just over her head. Still silence reigned as he lowered himself, his cock landing on her lips.

Feeling her breath against his dick he spoke, “Open your mouth and take me in.” His eyes bore down toward hers to see her expression, to see her reaction. He couldn’t help but think of Bronwyn, how she would’ve done the same if ordered but she had certain things to learn. While he got his fix with this well-used cooze he was sure Bronwyn was getting hers.

 

[sallythescorpian]

the night passed quickly for Bronwyn, as she found herself to be the toast of the whorehouse. She had no fewer than 16 men, that evening, overnight, and the following morning.

She was humiliated by one of her customers, a man who had frequented the castle at which she was a lady! He had belittled her, and made their sexual activity as degrading as he could for her.

She was completely lacking in sleep, and feeling at a low ebb when she returned to the inn. What would she do if Irving didn't want her back?? What would life hold for her, if he decided to keep the whore? Would she be left in the whorehouse?? Brian, the man from her castle had threatened to buy her and bring her back to her home as a whore, to be used indiscriminately as a whore! She shuddered, terrified by the thought.

She knocked on the room door and waited, hoping that Irving had not left already.