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We walked naked into the light, well Louise was naked, but for her heels, I was somewhat overdressed, in a diamante choker and long drop earrings. Like my daughter Louise, I was blonde, and long legged, on my feet, six inch strappy diamante heels. On my left ankle, a diamante strap. I held her hand, or perhaps she held mine. Anyway, we held hands, and walked to where they wanted us, the lights lit us, the camera’s recorded. We knew what they wanted, we both knew. We had known this moment would happen, the fact that it had taken as long as it had was the surprise.
She turned, pulled me to her, our breasts squashing together, then she took my face in her hands.
“It’ll be alright, just let me lead Mum,” Louise whispered. Then she kissed me, her lips soft, and yielding. She tasted of come, her fathers come, it was on her tongue, she shared, her tongue in my mouth. The kiss lingered, the cameras recorded, the audience watched, knowing, knowing that later they would fuck us, fuck us both. But for now, they watched, hushed, as she took my nipple into her mouth, sucking it, teasing it, biting it.
“Ouch!”
She looked up at me, her hand between my legs, cupping my cunt, wet and hungry. Steve had fucked me, well fucked us both, just before we had been brought out to be filmed. I’d wanted more, still wanted more. Her fingers were inside me now, my hands on her head, as she continued to excite my nipples.

I held my fingers to her mouth, wet fingers, wet from her cunt. She licked them eagerly. I pushed her backwards, gently, until she reached the chaise longue. It was red, deep buttoned velvet. She lay back on it, her legs wide and inviting, as was her smooth pussy, her labia parted, revealing her inner lips, which protruded, and curled around her outer lips. A trickle of her juice flowed from her, running down to her anus, her puckered hole.

I was between her legs, my tongue tasting her nectar, drinking her in. Her hand on the back of my head, a leg wrapped around my back.
“Yes little slut, yes….oh god yes……ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck.” She moaned.
I probed her, sticking my tongue in her hole, kept it stiff, pushed it inside her.
“Oh little slut, oh fuck yes, mmmmm, little slut, I’mmmmm…..of fuck yessss, cominggggggggggggggg!”
Her anus pulsated, opening, closing in time with her orgasm. So open. I wondered if mine would be like that after I had been fucked in the arse, knew that was to come, and hoped it would be soon. My two fingers slid inside her dirty place, she tightened herself on them, I shoved them deeper, even as my tongue worked its magic on her cunt. Then she came again, she arched her back, allowing me even deeper access to what should be forbidden to her daughter.
“You really are a noisy slut!” I said.
“Well lets see how alike we are little slut, shall we?”

My legs were like jelly as we walked off our little stage. I needed a drink, not alcoholic, water would do. Natasha was there, waiting, watching.
“You did well,” she said. “Now, drink quickly, you have clients to entertain, I know you won’t let me down.”
I smiled at her, she really was beautiful. I couldn’t resist. I kissed her, my tongue in her mouth, he responded, I felt her hands on my bum. I wanted her, but knew that tonight wasn’t to be that night. Tonight we were to be fucked by others, all of us, Natasha, Louise and me, we had been chosen, tonight we would be used. Our reason for being was to give pleasure, pleasure to our clients, our own pleasure was irrelevant, totally irrelevant…………


I sat at my desk, in my crap office, in a crap town. The door opened, and she walked in, closing the door behind her. She wore heels, fucking killer heels, her legs were gorgeous, gorgeous well shaped, and long, oh so long. My eyes travelled upwards, curvy hips, narrow waist, then her tits, fuck they were a wonder to behold as they jutted out above her narrow waist. I must be dreaming. She smiled at me, her beautiful face framed by her long blonde hair, her lips were full, and red, her makeup perfection.
“Hello Dad, like what you see?”

It had been six months, six long months, since the last time I had seen her, seen her mother. Six months since I had fucked them both. In that time I had been in the arse end of the world. True I had been busy, then again there wasn’t much else to do. I’d fucked a couple of the local sluts, but they couldn’t compare, not to my wife, Abbey, or my daughter Louise.

I hugged her, feeling her tits through my shirt. They were never this big, I thought.
“Mmm, Daddy you are pleased to see me,” Louise said.
I went to break away, but she pulled me back, holding her body against mine, as my erection grew.
“I didn’t expect to see you, no one told me you were coming, I would have…” I stammered.
“I’m a surprise, a present from Charles. I’m a messenger too.” She said, still holding me. “But first a kiss.”
She kissed me, full on the lips, her mouth open, her tongue touched mine, then it was gone.
She put a leg on the desk, then pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair a white knickers, through which I could see her pussy, see that it was waxed. My mouth was dry, my cock now hard.
“Dad, you can look at my fanny later, now write the number down,” Louise said.
“Number?” I asked.
“Look, on the inside of my thigh, at the very top, the number!”
I looked, there right at the top of her thigh a number. Twenty four digits, written very small, in indelible ink.
“It’s the code for an encrypted site they want you to go on, Charles said you can access it tomorrow, between ten and ten fifteen, not before, and not after. Understand?”
“Yes Lou, got it.” I said. I stayed were I was, admiring the alluring view.
“He said something else, he said I’m your reward, for a job well done. So you can fuck me if you want, but first, can we eat, I’m starved, and I need to remove this number.”
She put her leg down, smoothed her skirt back into place, the vision gone.

The cabin was open plan. One huge living space, the only bedroom was on the mezzanine level, where the ensuite was located, all open, no doors. The place was warm, heated by a huge log burner. She walked down the stairs, rubbing her hair with a bath towel. She smiled.
“Well, what do you think,” she asked.
“Think?” I asked.
“Oh come on, you haven’t taken your eyes off them. My tits, what do you think?”
“Well Lou, they’re….fucking awesome,” I said.
“Awesome! I like that, they are aren’t they, Charles sent us to Poland, it was cold there too, bit big, but I love them.”
“Us?”
“We, me and Mum, hers are the same, E cups, 36E, both of us, want to feel, or are you just going to look?”
“Your Mum has tits like this?”
“Sure, they’re a really good shape, sort of teardrop,” she said.
I felt them, they felt….well real. I ran a finger over her nipple, it hardened immediately.
“Charles said you can have me until tomorrow at nine. So are you going to fuck me with that big cock of yours, its hard enough!”

The house was fab, and clean and tidy. I liked it, somewhere to chill and relax, there were stables out back, they just needed a couple of horses. His cock was hard, and I was looking forward to him fucking me again. Mum had wanted to come, but she was working, with bookings for the entire week. Whatever it was couldn’t wait a week, so I had been sent, the number carefully written on my thigh. It was gone now, Dad had it, my job done, well almost. I was to let him fuck me, or do whatever he wanted with me. The cut off was nine tomorrow morning.
He was big, and I slowly impaled myself on his length, and again I remembered how Mum would scream when he fucked her, and how I would masturbate as I listened to them, once I watched through the half open door. I had confessed as much to Mum, after we began working for Charles of course, she had laughed. Now he was deep inside me, I gripped it tightly with my cunt muscles, savouring the feeling. Last time he fucked me, I had to share, with Mum. But now, now I had it all to myself. I didn’t mind sharing, it was part of what we did, and could be fun. I was trained, yes trained I admitted, to be shared, to give pleasure to my clients. If I received pleasure in return, then that was a bonus, but it wasn’t important, my enjoyment was secondary. I was here because I had been instructed to be here, instructed to deliver a message, instructed to fuck the recipient, my father. I didn’t question it, I just did it. I was a trained slut.
“Mmm….” I murmured, biting my bottom lip, “you like that don’t you, you like my tight young cunt, don’t you.”
“Fuck yes!” He enthused.
“Fuck me harder, deeper, fuck me with that big hard cock……ahhhh, yesssssssssss, more.”
His hands gripped my arse, his cock thrusting in me, so deep, I rode him, and he used me, used me like the whore that I was.
“Make me come, make me beg for it, make me beg for more…..mmmmmm……oh fuck yes,” I gasped.
He fucked me harder, then harder still.
“Turn over, I want to fuck you from behind, you mother likes it from behind, lets see if you do.” He said pulling his cock from my wet, hungry cunt.
I was on all fours, my arse pointing towards him.
“Fuck my arse if you want….you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” I teased him.
“You arse?” He asked, tempted by my offer.
“Mmmm, didn’t you watch the footage of me loosing my anal cherry?” I said.
I looked at him over my shoulder.
“You did, didn’t you, naughty Daddy, watching his little girl give up her bum, did it make you hard, when that big black cock split me in two, did you hear me scream, did it make you come?”
“Oh fuck yes!” He said.
I felt his cock on my sphincter, I relaxed, it parted, and he was in me, in my naughty place, in my anus. He pushed forward, deeper, then deeper still.
“Oh yesssssssssss, fuck my arse, fuck me hard, I’m just a whore, use me, fuck me harder…..oh yes, I can feel you………..so big.”
He was grunting, thrusting for all he was worth, close, so close.
“Come inside me, I want to feel you come deep inside me, oh yes, yes, that’s it,” I moaned, pushing my arse back to meet his thrusts.
He came then, I felt his cock throb deep in my anus, then he came, rope, after rope, his come in my arse. I held it, his cock, squeezed my anus, trying to close it, but not succeeding, trying to milk all his come out of him, I wanted it all.
“Mmmmm, Daddy, that was so naughty, now let me suck your cock clean, make you hard again, you want to fuck me again, don’t you, …… you do. Did Mummy suck your cock, straight from her arse?”
“No, no she never did,” he said, breathlessly.
“Mmmm, you’d have liked her too wouldn’t you?” I breathed.
“Fuck yes,” he said.
“She does now, its call ATM, arse to mouth, she likes to do that, she likes to do it when its been in my bum, she’s such a slut, maybe if your good you might be allowed to do it, from my bum, to her mouth, or if you prefer, her bum, to my mouth.” I felt his cock twitch, “Oh you would!”
“I do, I want you both!” He said.
“Poor Daddy, we’re not yours, we belong to the firm, so fuck me again, before your time is up, it’s a shame but you can’t pay for extra time”
“Pay?”
“Of course, I’m a prostitute, just like Mummy, we fuck for money, do you want to know how much they charge to let clients fuck us, we’re not cheap.”…………….

“How long will she be in America?” I asked Charles.
“Not long Abbey, I needed to get something urgently to Steve, a wife or a daughter visiting, nothing suspicious, and well you were unavailable, so her.”
“I haven’t seen him, well since that night, the night he……….”
“Fucked you both, yes I remember.” Charles replied.
“I’d like to…., well sort a few things out, face to face, you can’t do that sort of thing on Skype. Everything’s ok, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Everything is fine Abbey, better than fine, she took a message, and she was his reward, a reward for a job well done, very well done.”
“Oh….you mean…..yes of course you do…..” I said.
“You mind?” Charles asked.
Did I? I knew I should, it should matter that my daughter was fucking her father for a second time. Did I mind?
“No, I don’t mind, not anymore, perhaps I’m a little jealous,” I said.
“Well it won’t be long before you see him, next month in fact, I’ll make sure you have time together, the three of you.”
“Thanks,” I said. Grateful my boss was going to let me see my husband. He was my husband, but I wasn’t his, not anymore, not since we had been chosen, chosen and now used by the firm.
“Now, shall we?” He asked.
I smiled at him, and took his arm, as we walked into his casino. I’d been surprised how plush the place was, the first time I was taken here, and plush it was, strictly members only, heavily vetted, codes of conduct and dress strictly enforced, one of the enforcers opened the door for us.

Natasha had been right, Charles did treat us well. I had been surprised at how generous he was with the monies we were paid, our wardrobes fabulous, and regularly changed. And he was refreshingly honest, which was quite frankly nothing short of amazing. I didn’t mean honest as in obeying the law of the land, but honest with us, he told it straight, and treated us with a certain amount of respect, but we never forgot, we had been chosen, and coerced. We were his whores, whores he used to further his companies needs, there to be used, or to make money for them, in whatever way produced a profit.
“Do you know why you were chosen?” He had asked.
“No,” I had replied.
“Do you remember a girl from room service watching you give Steve a blow job?”
“I remember,” I said, remembering the girl.
“She was one of mine, she said you liked being watched, and you do, don’t you!” Charles said.
“Once I would have blushed at that remark, but yes, yes I do,” I replied.
“Then, the following morning, she saw you with your daughter, almost sisters, just what we wanted. We made enquires, and well here you are.” Charles said.
“Enquires?”
“Had you both watched, asked questions of your friends, then made the decision. Louise was easy, s*******n and desperate to be fucked. And you, we thought you’ be the difficult one, turned out not that difficult after all.”
“Easy?” I asked.
“Never that, never that!”

“No more bets.”
We walked past the roulette tables, the balls spinning, the punters placing their bets. My heels sunk into the carpet as we walked through. Punters greeting him, a handshake here, a kiss on the cheek there. Then through a coded door, to his private area, his office, a lounge, low couch’s, a bar, and with the bar a barmaid. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. When she brought my gin and tonic back, I asked her.
“We’ve met, but…?”
She smiled then, she had a beautiful smile. It was the smile that did it, remembering instantly, before she answered.
“I remember you, sucking that big cock,” she said.
“Room service,” I said.
“And if you’d only asked, what service I would have given, now if you’ll excuse me.”

“Renewing acquaintances?” Charles asked.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“Tonight I have other plans for you,” he said.
“Yes, of course,” I replied. I was a professional, of course he had other plans for me.
He worked the room, this was business. Alan stood by the door, ensuring our privacy, that I was there, a mark of his trust perhaps.
“Ali, good to see you, now you want some girls for the weeks celebration?” Charles asked.
“A dozen, my friend, plus Ashley,” he said.
“Ashley, and her mother?” Charles asked.
“Of course, and this one?” He asked, looking me up and down.
“Might be difficult,” Charles said.
“Nothing is difficult my friend, just send me the bill, I want her.” Ali said.
“She is yours, and her daughter, a gift for the week.” Charles said.
“You know me too well my friend.”
“Yes I do, you want to fuck her tonight?” Charles said.
I was accustomed to being pimped, but it was unusual for me to be present when the deal was being done.
“That is most kind of you Charles, most kind. Perhaps I could offer you something in return.”
“Well, I need to, how shall I put it, I have some money……”
“Ah you need it washing?”
“Its been through several……washes, it just needs a final rinse, if you understand me,” Charles said.
“In that case…..a week may not be long enough!”

His suite was the entire top floor of the hotel. He closed the double doors behind us.
I reached behind me, unzipping my dress, it dropped to the floor, and carefully I stepped out of it, and stood in my underwear, blue lace bra, with matching high cut panties, and suspender belt. The stockings, navy, with Christian Dior embroidered on the tops. He ate me with his eyes, no, he devoured me with his eyes. Feasted on me. I shivered.
In my heels I was taller than him, he embraced me, his face in my breasts, breasts that I was still getting to know, their shape, the feel of them. Their size, their weight. He unclipped me, then his mouth was on my nipple, my thankfully still sensitive nipple.
I lay on the bed, my legs spread, his face in my crotch his tongue probing me. He was good, in fact he was very good. A thumb inside me, searching for, and finding my G-spot. I came then, almost instantly. He didn’t stop, working it, teasing me, then denying me, I nearly begged for release, then his cock was at my mouth, then in my mouth. I slowly used my mouth on him, my lips. I was good, I was experienced. I was a professional. I nibbled, bit, licked, sucked. His cock wasn’t big, compared to Steve’s he was small, which meant he was barely average.
“Mmm, fuck me with that big cock, mmm, its so hard,” I cooed.
He pushed it in me, slipped it inside my cunt. He grunted above me, fucking me, but not satisfying me.
“Oh fuck yes, oh yes…….ahhhh yes, fuck me harder with that big cock, fuck my cunt….fuck, I’m cummmmmmg, oh yessssssssssssssssss,” I moaned.
I gripped his arse, pulling him into me, gripping his cock with my kergel muscles, milking him. He came, his cock twitched, his seed inside me, then he rolled off, panting. Then he slept.

The cab pulled over, and I got in. I gave the driver the address, and he pulled away. I sank back into the seat. He looked at me in the mirror, accusingly, he knew what I was. Knew what I’d been doing. Knew I was a whore.
Ali had fucked me again, once during the night, and again half an hour ago, his cold sticky come even now leaking out of me, soaking my knickers.
I used my key, and opened the door to the apartment, the one I shared with my daughter.
“Hello darling,” he said.
“Steve! Oh my God, Steve, its you!” I gushed. “But Charles said you’d be here next month!”
“Hi Mum,” Louise called, “been working?”
“Where else would I have been at this time in the morning dressed like this! Good to see you too!” I called.
He went to kiss me, but I stopped him.
“Later Steve, I’ve been with a client, let me clean up, please.”

I towel dried my hair, and walked into the kitchen.
“You look great Ab,” he said, looking at my chest.
“You mean nice tits!” I laughed.
I opened my dressing gown, giving him both barrels.
“You like? I asked.
“Fuck yeah!” He said.
“Shall we fuck now, and talk later?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

I adjusted to his size as he penetrated me, my pussy remembered his cock, my labia parted, and he was inside me, filling me, my legs gripped him.
“Fuck me hard big boy, just fuck me,” I said.
He didn’t just fuck me, he pounded me, pounded my pussy.
It didn’t take long, I felt it , it started deep inside me, slowly building, then it washed over me, before giving voice.
“Oh fuck, yessssssssssssssssss, yes, oh yes, I’mmmmm, fuck I’m cummmmmmg,” I screamed, raking his back with my long red nails.

“You two! Do you have to make so much noise?” Louise asked.
She was curled up on the sofa, her legs under her.
“Get you excited?” I asked.
“Mum, you know me so well, it was just like when we lived at home!” Louise said.
“Wonder you didn’t watch through the door.”
“Mum! As if. Well I would have, but I thought I’d give you a little privacy.”
“Steve we need to talk, the three of us.” I said.
“Do you think we need to? He said.
“Yes, yes we do.” I said firmly.
“Well if its about you two working as, well, prostitutes its ok with me.”
“Oh really! How the fuck can that be ok with you, you don’t get to fuck me unless someone else says you can, how the fuck is that is that ok!” I shouted.
“Hey, hey.” He said, then embraced me. “Lets start again,”
“Louise, you enjoy your work. If you could change, would you?” Steve asked,
“Well we can’t can we.” Louise replied.
“But if you could?” Steve persisted.
“No way.” Louise said.
“That’s what I thought. Ab, you?” He asked.
I thought, as he held me.
“The truth is, I’m frightened to tell you,” I said.
“Frightened? Of me?” Ab, for fuck sake!” Steve said.
I took a deep breath. “No Steve, I don’t want to change. So if you want a divorce, I’ve seen a solicitor, and it, and its..…”
“No, fuck no!”
“So what then, our relationship is way past anything………., you fucked our daughter, I’ve fucked our daughter………..”
“I know, of course I know, but if its not a problem for her?” He said.
“Well little slut?” I said.
“I’m cool, I like working with you, Mum, we get to go to some great places, this flat, come on, its fabulous, and you know it. Fucking you, that’s hot, even if we pretend….yes we pretend its just for the clients, don’t we!” Louise said.
“Yes,” I almost whispered.
“I knew!” Louise squealed. “ And as for Dad fucking me, I don’t mind, he’s got a well big cock, and I like that. So far I’ve only fucked him when I’ve been told to, he’s been a client, but if he wants to fuck me, I don’t mind.”
“I’m going to be away a lot, Charles is sending me away again, somewhere warm this time. So shall we?”
We were about to take our family party somewhere comfortable, when my phone rang. Reluctantly I answered.
“Its me, you have three days, both you and little slut, make the most of them, and if you want me to come over to show you how it should be done?” Natasha said.
“Fuck off!” I said, pressing end call.
I laughed, then couldn’t stop.
“Mum?” Louise asked.
“Its alright honey, just Natasha asking if we need her to pop down and help out.”

I walked into the kitchen, I’d just showered, fuck Dad had some stamina, and then some. He’d fucked Mum, then me. He’d come, then watched as I’d fucked Mum, he’d liked that Liked that a lot, but then all the men did, some women too. Once he was hard again, and it didn’t take long, he’d fucked us again, doing what he’d fantasised about through those long Wyoming nights, alone in his bed, watching our dirty movies on the internet. I’d watched as he’d fucked her arse, remembering how he’d stretched my anus only days before. But then I’d been his paid whore, him, just a client. Tonight I’d been his daughter. He’d taken that big cock out of me, and she’d licked it clean, my mother. We were whores now, sluts, sluts to be used, used by men who paid to fuck us, and enjoyed by them. Tonight we hadn’t been paid, but we had been enjoyed. But who had used whom?

I put the coffee machine on, and stood waiting. The door bell rang, which was strange as we didn’t get many visitors. Many! I couldn’t remember the last.
I looked through the peephole.
“Alan?” I said.
He stepped into the room, and I closed the door. He looked embarrassed, and not because I was just wearing a pair of knickers, and nothing else.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Well, if its no trouble Lou,” he said.
“Course not. Let me make us both one, then you can tell me why you’re here, I’m guessing not good news!”
He took his cup from me, “thanks.”
“Well?” I asked.
“Well Lou, good and bad.” Alan said.
“Good and bad what?” Mum said walking into the room.
“Look, sorry, Abbey, but you’ve got a booking this evening,” Alan began.
“I see Alan, not your fault.” Mum said, ever the professional.
“Sorry Ab, its Ali, wants you again, that’s the bad news.” Alan said.
“And the good news?” Mum asked, “it had better be fucking good!”
“He’s brought you a present, as an apology, you’ll love it sweetheart.”
“She’ll love what?” Dad asked.

I walked into the kitchen - diner, there my daughter was drinking coffee with one of Charles’s heavies, I remember seeing him before, the big bastard with the scar face. Louise was just wearing a pair of knickers, which had ridden up into her pert bottom. She didn’t seem to mind that he was copping an eye full. She didn’t, I did. If that wasn’t bad enough my wife, Abbey was also there, in a short silk wrap, which only seemed to enhance the fact she was naked underneath.
“He’s brought you a present, as an apology, you’ll love it sweetheart.” Scarface said.
“She’ll love what?” I demanded.
“Darling, you haven’t met Alan, Alan this is my husband, Steve,” Abbey said, introducing us.
“Look, I’m really sorry, but……..well here is the present, from Ali.” He said.
He handed Abbey a box, all gift wrapped, and tied with a ribbon.
“Don’t you think you should both put on some clothes?” I asked.
“Dad, don’t be a prude, Alan has seen us naked plenty of times,” Louise said.
“Yes, well………” I began.
“Well open it Mum,” Louise said.
She stood there, the box open.
“I don’t understand Alan,” she said.
“Nothing to understand. Ali has brought you a car, a present. Its all insured, the V5 will be sent here, all in your name, legal and proper sweetheart.”
“A car?” I asked.
“A Merc cabriolet, now, I need to go. Thanks for the coffee luv,” he said.
Louise kissed his cheek, the Abbey hugged him, pressing her tits against him.
“Pleased to have met you,” he said, offering his hand.
His handshake was firm.
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” he said before leaving.

I rolled the stocking up my leg, my foot on the edge of the bed. Steve watched, laying on his side, watching, lusting, his cock semi hard. I clipped the stocking top to the suspender. I smiled at him, then clipped the other three suspenders onto the stocking. I switched legs, and repeated the process. I took my panties off the dresser, and stepped into them, pulling them up over my stockings, over the suspenders, adjusted the gusset, pulled them up fully.
“Steve, stop gawping, and make yourself useful, come on, buckle my heels,” I said, “or shall I get Louise to do it!”
“Do you really have to go?” He asked.
“Yes, you know I do.”
“Ring in sick! Tell them you have a migraine, tell them….”
I fastened my bra. I checked myself in the mirror, the lingerie fitted perfectly, another present from Ali, silk, designer, revealing, transparent, edged with black lace.
“Why don’t you ring Charles, you tell him……no I didn’t think so. Look you know I’d rather spend the night with you, at least you can fuck, if nothing else,” I said.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ali has the most wonderful tongue, little dick, great tongue!”
I smoothed the dress. I was ready.
“Look it happens, a client wants one of us, he gets one of us. When he fucks me, I’ll think of you,” I said. “Now go and fuck Louise, and stop feeling sorry for yourself.”
“You don’t mind?” He asked.
“No, just save a little for me.”…………..

We stood in the warehouse, somewhere I could hear water dripping. It was cold, cold and damp. There were two of them, although only one of them had done it. Done the deed. They had both been there that night. Two hooray henries, both born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They were sweating, frightened, and so they should be. Charles had been incandescent with rage. An anger which almost boiled over.
“We can pay, pay for any…….” One of them began.
“You dare to disrespect me!” Charles raged.
“Oh come on Charles, she is just a whore for fuck sake, just a whore!” The other whined.
She held my hand, and squeezed it tightly. The bruising to her eye, now a vivid blue.
“And not a very good one, she couldn’t get my cock hard, I mean what short of whore can’t do that,” the whiner continued.
“She is my whore, my property. You’ve damaged it, you little bastard!” Charles said.
“And we can………pay?”
“Your not here because I want your money, you’re here to be punished, as an example to others. Alan!” Charles shouted, his fists clenched, his knuckles white.
“Louise, which one, which one struck you?” Charles asked.
She held up her hand, and pointed, “the one on the right,” she said quietly.
“The one on the left?” Charles enquired.
“No, he just watched.” Louise said.
“Alan, show our friend here what happens when someone does nothing.”
Alan stepped forward. He was always so smart, dressed carefully. Always in a black suit, black tie, white shirt. Tonight, the jacket was gone, as was the tie. His muscles bulged. He had never been anything but a gentleman around us. Charming even. A gentle bear, occasionally a shoulder to cry on. Only the scar on his face hinted at something else.
His fist was a blur, a blur of exploding energy, his body twisted at the same time, it connected with a nose. A dull crunch, as it broke, then a fountain of blood, blood which sprayed on Alan pristine white shirt. There was silence in warehouse, all but for the dripping water, and the gentle sob as Louise cried. Alan had knocked him u*********s, and he hung from the butchers hook, swinging from the blow.
“No Charles, no, I mean for fuck sake…….just a whore old boy!”
“Natasha, I think you should take Louise and Abbey out, this isn’t going to be something they should witness,” Charles instructed.
As she closed the door, I heard a sharp crack, and a scream, high pitched, a scream of agony.
The car was warm, driven smoothly out of the industrial estate, Louise sobbing.
“It’s not your fault Louise.” Natasha said.
“What will they do to them?” Louise asked her.
“Break a few bones probably, they should count themselves lucky, fuck if it had been Katerina Petrovna in there…….” Her voice trailed away….“Katerina Petrovna, the Kosovan’ woman I suppose you’d call her. A man in town, and his wife were abusing young girls, touched up my Emily when she was about twelve, anyway they went further with Katerina’s daughter, thirteen I think she was, he ****d her, while Alice held her down. The Kosovan wanted to kill them both, Charles too, but not her. So Alex, that’s his name, he is the fuck toy of several hundred salt miners, somewhere in Uzbekistan, or somewhere like that. It would have been kinder to kill him.”
“And her?” I asked Natasha.
“Alice, you’ll meet her, I’m sure, the most stuck up woman I’d ever had the misfortune to………anyway, she is a….a slave I suppose you’d call her, pitiful really.”