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The story below is based on an old Yahoo-chat environment long-since shut down. It was known as Lady Ann's Brothel, and I learned how to role play, as well as enjoy cyber-sex there. I spent a few years in the place and made a great many friends, a couple of whom I still get to stay in touch with, thankfully, but in SecondLife, instead of other chat rooms. If anyone from Lady Ann's ever reads this, they'll understand the conclusion of this chapter.
As with my other works, I have posted this to Literotica, and retain copyright. I hope you enjoy....
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The Day After at Lady Ann’s Brothel
Suzi awoke to find her husband emerging from the shower. He grinned as he took in her nude form snaking around the rich, burgundy satin sheets. She stretched her petite frame across the bed, trying to shake the cobwebs of her dream-filled sleep from her body.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Ben greeter her with a smile as he toweled dry in front of her. His tanned and muscled frame a perfect match for Suzi’s petite but endowed body, making them appear as though they could be cover models for any family or couple’s magazine. Ben even took a moment to stroke his manhood with the towel between his legs, to entice Suzi into maybe a little more of the action they shared last night.
Suzi giggled as she saw Ben’s antic, and replied to him in a sleepy, yet happy voice.
“Lover, if we do it again, there is no way I will escape pregnancy! Three times last night was amazing!”
“So why are you still in bed? I thought you would have to go to work today?” Ben asked.
“Ummm… well…” It was panic time for Suzi. Lady Ann’s Brothel had been raided, and shut down the day before yesterday. Lady Ann, Tessa, Amber, Suzi, and several other girls were very lucky not to still be in jail. Still it had not yet occurred to Suzi to explain her sudden lack of a time schedule. As far as her husband knew, she was still an executive of a marketing and advertising firm and that her company made her sometimes keep an odd schedule. The “company” however, did pay very well, and it allowed her to not only contribute substantially to their finances, but also their retirement.
“I kinda’ got in trouble at work the day before yesterday, with HR and was told to take some time off.” Suzi lamented.
“Oh? Tell me about it!” Ben pressed. Concerned about his wife, but also curious, his legally-trained mind wondering if by some odd chance there might be a lawsuit in the offing.
Shaking her head, Suzi explained. “It’s not like that. I just haven’t taken any vacation time in two years. So they want me to disappear for awhile. They said managers at my level get three weeks per year, and that they owe me 6 weeks worth. Since there are no major projects in the works, now is a good time!” Suzi was amazed at how convincingly the lie rolled off her tongue.
Ben considered her explanation. “It woulda’ been nice if they had given some warning. I might have been able to get some time off, and we could have gone somewhere together!” With that, Ben went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for the day, and Suzi dropped back onto the bed, her heart racing as she left out a long sigh of relief. “Damn!” she thought. “That was too close!”
Suzi drew the satin sheet around her body as she got up to see her husband off to work, the cool, soft and slippery fabric teasing her body. Her body became aroused as she felt her skin softly caressed by the satin. She stood in the open doorway as her husband kissed her goodbye, his hand cupping one exposed breast. The knowledge she was exposed to the neighborhood during the sendoff did more to moisten between her legs, and as Ben left, Suzi immediately began to think about her real job, and how losing it affected her.
She was more hurt than she realized, and as she re-entered her house, she flopped down on the couch and let the cloud of satin float down her body. Seemingly of its own mind, her hand began to caress her body, the slippery satin teasing her skin and making her tanned flesh erupt in goosebumps. As her hand continued, her fingers played with her nipples until they were rock hard, and a small murmur of pleasure revealed her rising excitement. As she continued to manipulate her sexuality, her mind began to become lost in the recollections of her favorite times at Lady Ann’s.
Suzi’s mind went to her first client. She was amazed to find she still remembered him, a young man given her services by the 18 year-olds’ father as a coming-of-age ritual. How nervous he was, how innocent, and how powerful he was when she finally got him on top of her. As she remembered his thrusting, long, deep strokes at the pace of a rabbit, her fingers found her sweetness, and began to circle her button, until her clit was fully raised from under its hood and receiving every brush of her fingertips.
Suzi’s mind then shifted to the most intense and attractive client she ever had. She was lucky enough be able to draw him as a regular client, until he was not really her client anymore, but her lover. When she was with him, she was cheating on her husband, by her own admission. His long, hot, black cock sent a shiver through her every time he penetrated her, and as she dwelled on his lovemaking to her, she had her first in a series of climaxes that morning, her finger teasing her clit and even probing into her vagina to tickle her most sensitive of sweet spots, the climax so strong she cried out as though he was on top of her that moment, that she wanted to be bred and become his black cock slut.
The flood of memories seemed to not have an end, and she daydreamed those many different things she has done to satisfy the many and varied appetites these men. Their kinkiest fantasies of bondage and role-play coursed through her mind until several orgasms had passed, and Suzi was a sweaty, panting, and satiated woman. Still, she was a woman without a job.
Suzi awoke with a start, her body unmoved from the position she drifted off to nap in. The sound of the gardener next door using his leaf-blower buzzed through the house with its incessant twang. Suzi glanced out the window, and saw the helmeted-head of the migrant worker as he stepped across the window, he eyes intent on his work. Suzi hurriedly drew the satin across her body to cover herself, as her position when she passed out left absolutely nothing to the imagination, with her crotch in full view of any who wanted to play peeping-tom.
As Suzi cleared her head, she realized she needed to go out. She didn’t know where to, but she couldn’t just stay in the house. After a shower, she walked to the closet to select her clothing. She snorted as she realized she only had a few classic dresses or ladies’ suits remaining in her wardrobe. As she spent more time as a working girl, she changed her purchasing habits to include more revealing and attractive outfits, ones that were designed to show off her attributes well, and hide little. Her husband actually appreciated the change, as he enjoyed being able to show her off, and to be able to show up his professional equals and competitors with who was one to the hottest women in town!
Suzi selected a baby-pink satin tunic and a white satin circle miniskirt and white heels. She also pulled on a pair or white lace thigh-high hose to complete her outfit. The tunic was a new garment, and the long sleeves were so wide that actually tied into the torso to the point they restricted how high she could lift her hands. The extra material in front allowed her bare breasts to jolt freely, and the material allowed the tips of her nipples to show quite plainly. Since the neck opening was so large it caused the top to d**** off one shoulder, it also prohibited her from wearing a bra, not that she minded. Suzi had seen a picture in a magazine of a model in Italy, and was trying to re-create the look. She even pulled her hair into a ponytail angled high on the back of her head and offset to one side. With a final check in the mirror to verify her red lipstick, she grabbed her purse and was gone.
It took twice as long as it would normally have, but Suzi couldn’t stop herself from driving to the old Lady Ann’s. Her usual parking spot down the street was occupied, and so she parked her car close by. After locking it, she double checked to make sure the hide-a-key was still there, a precaution she took after starting her employment at Lady Ann’s. A client had hired her off-site for the evening, and upon her return to the House, she was attacked. Her attacker forced himself upon her, but worse yet, her purse was stolen. It had her keys, wallet, everything. So now she had a few back-ups for critical items, like car keys.
It felt weird to Suzi to be going back there, especially later in the day. The day was getting towards late afternoon, and the evening breeze was kicking up. As she descended the stairwell of the parking structure, her circle skirt flew out to form, fully exposing her body as the updrafts took over. A couple of workmen saw her, and hooted, but Suzi ignored them and continued her way down. She neglected, however, to control her skirt, and let anyone who was watching see her bikini-trimmed sweetness as she stepped down. The updraft tickled Suzi’s hair under her skirt, and she felt a familiar rush of passion, more of lust, really, and she almost reluctantly exited the stairwell when she reached the ground.
Suzi strolled down the street, her hair and skirt flitting about, and the tunic flattening against her form, revealing her breasts and nipples quite plainly. Suzi hadn’t quite realized it, but she had transformed her appearance from a high-class working girl to one who was a little easier, and more slutty. Unfortunately, the pain in her heart was making her yearn for acceptance, to belong to something. It had only been two days, and she really missed Lady Ann’s!
When Suzi reached to door to the former Lady Ann’s, she was surprised to find that the chain and locks were cut, and the glass broken. On a whim, she went in, if just to see the place one more time. The place was nearly dark, as the power seemed to have been cut, with a few beams of light casting inwards through a few windows, and the floor cracked under her heels from the broken glass. After waiting a moment to let her eyes adjust, Suzi began to explore. Her first few steps were tentative, almost afraid. It took a few moments for Suzi to remember that she wasn’t really trespassing here. Even though it was shut down, Lady Ann still owned the building!
Suzi first went to the old manager’s desk. A quick peek through the drawers indicated that everything had been removed. Suzi didn’t know if it had been removed by Ann, or simply stolen. Her fingers dug just a little further, and found the emergency flashlight for use in a power failure. Suzi pulled it out, and yes! It still worked! Suzi took her new-found treasure and proceeded deeper into the house, first going through the offices.
It was obvious that things had been rifled through, with drawers hanging open, papers strewn across the floor. Suzi leaned against one of the desks and just sighed sadly as she played the beam of the flashlight around. The walls were still intact, but the decorations had been vandalized, the computers were all gone, and every drawer had been searched or tossed over. Someone had obviously been searching for valuables. Suzi wondered if any had been found.
The next stop was the bar and game room. As in the offices, Suzi found the games vandalized and broken into, and the bar was a total mess of broken glass, empty bottles of alcohol, large spots of dried urine on the floor. Suzi stepped carefully as she worked her way around the bar, even looking behind it. Again, nothing but looting and destruction everywhere she shone the light. A sad frown crossed Suzi’s face as she began to accept that Lady Ann’s as she knew it was done and over with. Her steps drew her back across the house, to the bottom of the stair case. She smiled as she remembered many times going up those steps with her client, her heart pounding with excitement at what sexual mystery lay just ahead of her. She looked up, and shone the flashlight. Nothing seemed amiss, so she shrugged and began her ascent.
As she reached the landing, she was surprised to see things in much better shape. It was obvious people had been here, as the linen cabinets and other storage had been also emptied. But the walls were not vandalized, and even the paintings still hung straight on their nails. Suzi started to poke her head into some of the other girls’ former rooms as she made her way down to hers. Some looked to have been used, even slept in, while others did not look as though they had been touched. The flashlight finally shone on the door to room #21, Suzi’s old room. The door was closed, and she took a deep breath before opening it. The door swung with only a slight squeak as it opened for her easily.
Suzi played the light around the room, focusing first on her bed. It looked perfect! No one had been there since she had left. For some reason, that made her feel good, like a small part of Lady Ann’s was still intact, deep within Suzi. Her next inspection was the closet, and she expectantly opened it up, only to draw a breath in shock. Her closet was empty! That small elation she had felt was instantly crushed, and a small tear formed and then ran down her cheek. Each room had a small, hidden compartment in the closet, one that Lady Ann insisted every girl place some essential belongings, as well as her purse, to protect themselves in case a client became a problem. Suzi didn’t even bother to check it, and simply stumbled to her bed, crashing onto it as the tears began to flow. She lay on her side, her head on the soft satin pillow, the folds of her white satin circle skirt pooling on the pink satin comforter, the hemline high on her hip, exposing the tops of her thigh highs to no one in particular.
The sounds of sniffling and sobbing obscured Suzi’s ears from the carpet-muted creak of the floorboards. The darkness hid the approach of a shadowy form as it closed on Suzi, one cautious, careful step at a time. Arms stretched out as they were mere feet away from her body, her back to the intruder, her thoughts lost in the memories of times past, times she already missed. The only warning of impending danger Suzi got was when an errant candy wrapper was under the foot of the intruder, and the crackle made Suzi begin to bolt upright, just as the arms grabbed her by the mouth and throat, forcing her flat on her back!
Her body writhed and wriggled under her attacker as he climbed onto her bed, straddling her waist with his thighs. Suzi’s arms thrashed out, but the high-fashion sleeves severely limited her movement, making her effectively defenseless. As her attacker realized his advantage, he began to reach around for something to restrain his captive, and after brief searching, his fingers grasped the soft and supple leather restraints Suzi would use with a client, either tying him up, or being tied up by him. In this case, they worked as the latter, and in short order, Suzi was tied, her arms down and away from her body, and her ankles firmly apart, her knees bent and wide apart, causing Suzi’s skirt to fall gently back onto her stomach. As a final binding, the pink satin pillow case was tied around her head as a gag, and also as a blindfold!
Suzi heard her captor call out to others, yelling that he had found something, and they had better hurry. The stampede of feet running through the former brothel nearly masked the sound of clothing being shed at a near record speed. As the friends of her captor burst in, she felt his body climb onto the bed with her, his knees between her feet, as he inched his way towards her. The crowd that had gathered let out a series of whoops and hollers, making many different vulgar expressions as to what to do with her. Suzi’s head turned to and fro as she struggled with the bonds holding her. Deep down, she knew it was useless, as these restrains had held her before many times. Still she had to try.
All her efforts came to a crashing halt as she felt her captor lower himself onto her, laying his hard and throbbing cock at her pussy, his hips grinding against her body, dry-humping her. Suzi could do nothing but lift her head and try to scream as she felt his next advance, and his cock pushed at her labia, forcing them to part, to accommodate his girth. As she did so, the collection of men around her hooted and yelled more dirty thoughts, as to what was going to happen when it was their turn to fuck her.
Suzi was amazed at how easily her first r****t was able to enter her, and she had the thought that he must be that well endowed. Judging from his pace, he must also have not been that experienced as he climaxed quickly, depositing his semen into Suzi’s womb without her having the benefit of any protection.
More yelling and catcalls followed as she felt another man take the place of the first. This one knew more than the first, as he spent a few moments using the head of his cock to tease Suzi’s clit. By this time, her breasts were also becoming aroused, and her nipples were rock hard and erect, the thin satin fabric covering them allowing them to show plainly. Her new lover groped them with big, meaty hands before guiding his hips to force his manhood deeply into her. Her back arched as she felt his entrance, a long, loud grunt encouraged this man, as well as his friends. It showed them she could feel the pleasure of a man, regardless of why she was being serviced. His strokes were longer and slower, and it was evident he was taking his pleasure from her, and at the same time, forcing her to share in it. His thrusting took much longer, until his cock became a jackhammer, his head buried deep to her cervix as he erupted, adding a considerably larger gush of semen to that of his friend. He then lay his full weight on Suzi for a few moments as he suckled the skin of her neck, marking her as used merchandise!
The process began again, and after two more men ****d her, Suzi crossed the point of endurance, no longer able to resist, and almost not caring about what they did to her. The party went on for a length Suzi did not know, but she was eventually left alone. She thought there were eight of them, but wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure what race they were, or even where they came from, other than they were obviously a street gang. All she knew was that she was exhausted beyond measure. sleep mercifully took over, and she slept with the conflicted dreams of losing Lady Ann’s, losing her security, and possibly even having been impregnated by someone she would never know.
Many hours had passed when Suzi awoke. She lay very still, her eyes still blindfolded, and her mouth dry from lack of water, the exertion of being ****d, and the satin pillowcase gagging her. She tried to move her arms and legs, and finding them still tied, she began to cry, thinking she was tied down, unable to defend herself, vulnerable to whomever would come along and take his pleasure from her, and no one could rescue her. Nobody knew where she was!
Suzi then heard a deep, menacing laughter from across the room. Suzi froze for a minute. She knew that voice, but it wasn’t a friendly one. The man had been a former manager at Lady Ann’s, and had been using his position to take advantage of several of the girls. He had tried it with Suzi, but was interrupted by Tommy. The guy thought Suzi had set him up, and when Lady Ann fired him, he threatened Suzi with revenge. Suzi had taken it as a threat made in anger. Now she knew she was wrong.
Footsteps announced the new presence next to her, and she felt her breast cupped in his hand. He began to caress it through the satin tunic, making her nipple rise again. She then felt the hand slide down her body to her crotch, and cup her already cum-filled moistness, massaging her sore labia, making her body ready for more mating. It was obvious he hadn’t known about her previous gang****, as he kept talking about making her bear his baby, and taking his sweet time to make sure it happened. If she was going to become pregnant, or indeed already was, then this guy was too late for that.
Not that he cared, as the former manager of Lady Ann’s clambered up onto the bed between her thighs, and prepared to mount Suzi. His impaling her was more anticlimactic that she expected. His shaft was definitely hard, and longer than many, but rather thin. What he had, however, was great staying power. He lay on top of her, thrusting in and out of her vagina for almost 30 minutes. It was long enough to force an orgasm in Suzi twice, before he spilled his seed into her. His thrusts were so hard, she could actually feel his testicles bounce off her rear as he bottomed out in her repeatedly.
When he finally withdrew, he released her leg restraints, and drew her ankles to his shoulders. Bending forward, her ankles hovered over her shoulders, and her vagina was pointing straight up. He was using gravity to ensure his semen went all the way into her womb, in a race with the seed of 8 other guys. As he held her there, he kept bragging about how she was now more worthy because of his gift to her, and how she was also worthless to Lady Ann, since Suzi was now going to bear his c***d! His final act on her was to place his lips hard against her inner thigh, just below her pussy, and suckle a large, dark mark, so her husband would know what he had done to her. As a final gesture of confidence, he even loosened the bond on Suzi’s right wrist, so he would have enough time to get away before she was free. As he left, Suzi took the opportunity to twist and turn her body, to try and stretch her tired and taut muscles, sore from fighting against her restraints, sore from being held so firmly, and sore from so much sex.
Suzi waited a few minutes, and then struggled to free herself. As she turned too and fro to work herself free, a casual observer would have been completely aroused by the sight of her trim body, still sexily attired in satin, with her white thigh high hose and white heels, struggling as a damsel in distress. But Suzi was not thinking of any of that. She had no idea how long she had been held, or what time it was, or even what day it was. All she knew was she wanted out of there, immediately!
Finally, Suzi was able to gain her freedom. Her flashlight was down on the floor, and as she picked it up, she noted the batteries were long dead. She dropped it, and walked unsteadily to her closet, and her hidden compartment. She heel tripped as she found her purse the hard way, and she landed heavily, the hem of her circle skirt laying up on her back, exposing her cheeks. She pawed through it, only to discover her money and keys were gone, as well as her credit cards. She shook her head in frustration. All of this was caused by one sick-minded fucker who liked little girls, instead of full-grown women, and others like him!
Suzi finally made it to her closet, and was able to open up the secret compartment. Inside was all the things that she had left there, items that could allow her to restart her life if she needed to. Duplicate keys, separate credit cards in a spare wallet, and a tidy amount of money. Enough for her to spend two or three weeks in another country, if it came to that! Also inside were a pair of cotton panties. White, bikini-cut cotton panties. Suzi took a moment to hold them. She agonized over what to do with them. She thought about it, and finally came to the realization that she had no choice. Lady Ann’s was shut down. She didn’t have any way to stay in touch with any of her friends or co-workers, or anything. She was alone, and after the events of the last day, or night, Suzi still wasn’t sure, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. She put everything down and bent over, stepping into the panties and pulling them up snug against her body. She collected her things and made her way of the former Lady Ann’s Brothel, for the last time! Or so she thought…
As with my other works, I have posted this to Literotica, and retain copyright. I hope you enjoy....
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The Day After at Lady Ann’s Brothel
Suzi awoke to find her husband emerging from the shower. He grinned as he took in her nude form snaking around the rich, burgundy satin sheets. She stretched her petite frame across the bed, trying to shake the cobwebs of her dream-filled sleep from her body.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Ben greeter her with a smile as he toweled dry in front of her. His tanned and muscled frame a perfect match for Suzi’s petite but endowed body, making them appear as though they could be cover models for any family or couple’s magazine. Ben even took a moment to stroke his manhood with the towel between his legs, to entice Suzi into maybe a little more of the action they shared last night.
Suzi giggled as she saw Ben’s antic, and replied to him in a sleepy, yet happy voice.
“Lover, if we do it again, there is no way I will escape pregnancy! Three times last night was amazing!”
“So why are you still in bed? I thought you would have to go to work today?” Ben asked.
“Ummm… well…” It was panic time for Suzi. Lady Ann’s Brothel had been raided, and shut down the day before yesterday. Lady Ann, Tessa, Amber, Suzi, and several other girls were very lucky not to still be in jail. Still it had not yet occurred to Suzi to explain her sudden lack of a time schedule. As far as her husband knew, she was still an executive of a marketing and advertising firm and that her company made her sometimes keep an odd schedule. The “company” however, did pay very well, and it allowed her to not only contribute substantially to their finances, but also their retirement.
“I kinda’ got in trouble at work the day before yesterday, with HR and was told to take some time off.” Suzi lamented.
“Oh? Tell me about it!” Ben pressed. Concerned about his wife, but also curious, his legally-trained mind wondering if by some odd chance there might be a lawsuit in the offing.
Shaking her head, Suzi explained. “It’s not like that. I just haven’t taken any vacation time in two years. So they want me to disappear for awhile. They said managers at my level get three weeks per year, and that they owe me 6 weeks worth. Since there are no major projects in the works, now is a good time!” Suzi was amazed at how convincingly the lie rolled off her tongue.
Ben considered her explanation. “It woulda’ been nice if they had given some warning. I might have been able to get some time off, and we could have gone somewhere together!” With that, Ben went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for the day, and Suzi dropped back onto the bed, her heart racing as she left out a long sigh of relief. “Damn!” she thought. “That was too close!”
Suzi drew the satin sheet around her body as she got up to see her husband off to work, the cool, soft and slippery fabric teasing her body. Her body became aroused as she felt her skin softly caressed by the satin. She stood in the open doorway as her husband kissed her goodbye, his hand cupping one exposed breast. The knowledge she was exposed to the neighborhood during the sendoff did more to moisten between her legs, and as Ben left, Suzi immediately began to think about her real job, and how losing it affected her.
She was more hurt than she realized, and as she re-entered her house, she flopped down on the couch and let the cloud of satin float down her body. Seemingly of its own mind, her hand began to caress her body, the slippery satin teasing her skin and making her tanned flesh erupt in goosebumps. As her hand continued, her fingers played with her nipples until they were rock hard, and a small murmur of pleasure revealed her rising excitement. As she continued to manipulate her sexuality, her mind began to become lost in the recollections of her favorite times at Lady Ann’s.
Suzi’s mind went to her first client. She was amazed to find she still remembered him, a young man given her services by the 18 year-olds’ father as a coming-of-age ritual. How nervous he was, how innocent, and how powerful he was when she finally got him on top of her. As she remembered his thrusting, long, deep strokes at the pace of a rabbit, her fingers found her sweetness, and began to circle her button, until her clit was fully raised from under its hood and receiving every brush of her fingertips.
Suzi’s mind then shifted to the most intense and attractive client she ever had. She was lucky enough be able to draw him as a regular client, until he was not really her client anymore, but her lover. When she was with him, she was cheating on her husband, by her own admission. His long, hot, black cock sent a shiver through her every time he penetrated her, and as she dwelled on his lovemaking to her, she had her first in a series of climaxes that morning, her finger teasing her clit and even probing into her vagina to tickle her most sensitive of sweet spots, the climax so strong she cried out as though he was on top of her that moment, that she wanted to be bred and become his black cock slut.
The flood of memories seemed to not have an end, and she daydreamed those many different things she has done to satisfy the many and varied appetites these men. Their kinkiest fantasies of bondage and role-play coursed through her mind until several orgasms had passed, and Suzi was a sweaty, panting, and satiated woman. Still, she was a woman without a job.
Suzi awoke with a start, her body unmoved from the position she drifted off to nap in. The sound of the gardener next door using his leaf-blower buzzed through the house with its incessant twang. Suzi glanced out the window, and saw the helmeted-head of the migrant worker as he stepped across the window, he eyes intent on his work. Suzi hurriedly drew the satin across her body to cover herself, as her position when she passed out left absolutely nothing to the imagination, with her crotch in full view of any who wanted to play peeping-tom.
As Suzi cleared her head, she realized she needed to go out. She didn’t know where to, but she couldn’t just stay in the house. After a shower, she walked to the closet to select her clothing. She snorted as she realized she only had a few classic dresses or ladies’ suits remaining in her wardrobe. As she spent more time as a working girl, she changed her purchasing habits to include more revealing and attractive outfits, ones that were designed to show off her attributes well, and hide little. Her husband actually appreciated the change, as he enjoyed being able to show her off, and to be able to show up his professional equals and competitors with who was one to the hottest women in town!
Suzi selected a baby-pink satin tunic and a white satin circle miniskirt and white heels. She also pulled on a pair or white lace thigh-high hose to complete her outfit. The tunic was a new garment, and the long sleeves were so wide that actually tied into the torso to the point they restricted how high she could lift her hands. The extra material in front allowed her bare breasts to jolt freely, and the material allowed the tips of her nipples to show quite plainly. Since the neck opening was so large it caused the top to d**** off one shoulder, it also prohibited her from wearing a bra, not that she minded. Suzi had seen a picture in a magazine of a model in Italy, and was trying to re-create the look. She even pulled her hair into a ponytail angled high on the back of her head and offset to one side. With a final check in the mirror to verify her red lipstick, she grabbed her purse and was gone.
It took twice as long as it would normally have, but Suzi couldn’t stop herself from driving to the old Lady Ann’s. Her usual parking spot down the street was occupied, and so she parked her car close by. After locking it, she double checked to make sure the hide-a-key was still there, a precaution she took after starting her employment at Lady Ann’s. A client had hired her off-site for the evening, and upon her return to the House, she was attacked. Her attacker forced himself upon her, but worse yet, her purse was stolen. It had her keys, wallet, everything. So now she had a few back-ups for critical items, like car keys.
It felt weird to Suzi to be going back there, especially later in the day. The day was getting towards late afternoon, and the evening breeze was kicking up. As she descended the stairwell of the parking structure, her circle skirt flew out to form, fully exposing her body as the updrafts took over. A couple of workmen saw her, and hooted, but Suzi ignored them and continued her way down. She neglected, however, to control her skirt, and let anyone who was watching see her bikini-trimmed sweetness as she stepped down. The updraft tickled Suzi’s hair under her skirt, and she felt a familiar rush of passion, more of lust, really, and she almost reluctantly exited the stairwell when she reached the ground.
Suzi strolled down the street, her hair and skirt flitting about, and the tunic flattening against her form, revealing her breasts and nipples quite plainly. Suzi hadn’t quite realized it, but she had transformed her appearance from a high-class working girl to one who was a little easier, and more slutty. Unfortunately, the pain in her heart was making her yearn for acceptance, to belong to something. It had only been two days, and she really missed Lady Ann’s!
When Suzi reached to door to the former Lady Ann’s, she was surprised to find that the chain and locks were cut, and the glass broken. On a whim, she went in, if just to see the place one more time. The place was nearly dark, as the power seemed to have been cut, with a few beams of light casting inwards through a few windows, and the floor cracked under her heels from the broken glass. After waiting a moment to let her eyes adjust, Suzi began to explore. Her first few steps were tentative, almost afraid. It took a few moments for Suzi to remember that she wasn’t really trespassing here. Even though it was shut down, Lady Ann still owned the building!
Suzi first went to the old manager’s desk. A quick peek through the drawers indicated that everything had been removed. Suzi didn’t know if it had been removed by Ann, or simply stolen. Her fingers dug just a little further, and found the emergency flashlight for use in a power failure. Suzi pulled it out, and yes! It still worked! Suzi took her new-found treasure and proceeded deeper into the house, first going through the offices.
It was obvious that things had been rifled through, with drawers hanging open, papers strewn across the floor. Suzi leaned against one of the desks and just sighed sadly as she played the beam of the flashlight around. The walls were still intact, but the decorations had been vandalized, the computers were all gone, and every drawer had been searched or tossed over. Someone had obviously been searching for valuables. Suzi wondered if any had been found.
The next stop was the bar and game room. As in the offices, Suzi found the games vandalized and broken into, and the bar was a total mess of broken glass, empty bottles of alcohol, large spots of dried urine on the floor. Suzi stepped carefully as she worked her way around the bar, even looking behind it. Again, nothing but looting and destruction everywhere she shone the light. A sad frown crossed Suzi’s face as she began to accept that Lady Ann’s as she knew it was done and over with. Her steps drew her back across the house, to the bottom of the stair case. She smiled as she remembered many times going up those steps with her client, her heart pounding with excitement at what sexual mystery lay just ahead of her. She looked up, and shone the flashlight. Nothing seemed amiss, so she shrugged and began her ascent.
As she reached the landing, she was surprised to see things in much better shape. It was obvious people had been here, as the linen cabinets and other storage had been also emptied. But the walls were not vandalized, and even the paintings still hung straight on their nails. Suzi started to poke her head into some of the other girls’ former rooms as she made her way down to hers. Some looked to have been used, even slept in, while others did not look as though they had been touched. The flashlight finally shone on the door to room #21, Suzi’s old room. The door was closed, and she took a deep breath before opening it. The door swung with only a slight squeak as it opened for her easily.
Suzi played the light around the room, focusing first on her bed. It looked perfect! No one had been there since she had left. For some reason, that made her feel good, like a small part of Lady Ann’s was still intact, deep within Suzi. Her next inspection was the closet, and she expectantly opened it up, only to draw a breath in shock. Her closet was empty! That small elation she had felt was instantly crushed, and a small tear formed and then ran down her cheek. Each room had a small, hidden compartment in the closet, one that Lady Ann insisted every girl place some essential belongings, as well as her purse, to protect themselves in case a client became a problem. Suzi didn’t even bother to check it, and simply stumbled to her bed, crashing onto it as the tears began to flow. She lay on her side, her head on the soft satin pillow, the folds of her white satin circle skirt pooling on the pink satin comforter, the hemline high on her hip, exposing the tops of her thigh highs to no one in particular.
The sounds of sniffling and sobbing obscured Suzi’s ears from the carpet-muted creak of the floorboards. The darkness hid the approach of a shadowy form as it closed on Suzi, one cautious, careful step at a time. Arms stretched out as they were mere feet away from her body, her back to the intruder, her thoughts lost in the memories of times past, times she already missed. The only warning of impending danger Suzi got was when an errant candy wrapper was under the foot of the intruder, and the crackle made Suzi begin to bolt upright, just as the arms grabbed her by the mouth and throat, forcing her flat on her back!
Her body writhed and wriggled under her attacker as he climbed onto her bed, straddling her waist with his thighs. Suzi’s arms thrashed out, but the high-fashion sleeves severely limited her movement, making her effectively defenseless. As her attacker realized his advantage, he began to reach around for something to restrain his captive, and after brief searching, his fingers grasped the soft and supple leather restraints Suzi would use with a client, either tying him up, or being tied up by him. In this case, they worked as the latter, and in short order, Suzi was tied, her arms down and away from her body, and her ankles firmly apart, her knees bent and wide apart, causing Suzi’s skirt to fall gently back onto her stomach. As a final binding, the pink satin pillow case was tied around her head as a gag, and also as a blindfold!
Suzi heard her captor call out to others, yelling that he had found something, and they had better hurry. The stampede of feet running through the former brothel nearly masked the sound of clothing being shed at a near record speed. As the friends of her captor burst in, she felt his body climb onto the bed with her, his knees between her feet, as he inched his way towards her. The crowd that had gathered let out a series of whoops and hollers, making many different vulgar expressions as to what to do with her. Suzi’s head turned to and fro as she struggled with the bonds holding her. Deep down, she knew it was useless, as these restrains had held her before many times. Still she had to try.
All her efforts came to a crashing halt as she felt her captor lower himself onto her, laying his hard and throbbing cock at her pussy, his hips grinding against her body, dry-humping her. Suzi could do nothing but lift her head and try to scream as she felt his next advance, and his cock pushed at her labia, forcing them to part, to accommodate his girth. As she did so, the collection of men around her hooted and yelled more dirty thoughts, as to what was going to happen when it was their turn to fuck her.
Suzi was amazed at how easily her first r****t was able to enter her, and she had the thought that he must be that well endowed. Judging from his pace, he must also have not been that experienced as he climaxed quickly, depositing his semen into Suzi’s womb without her having the benefit of any protection.
More yelling and catcalls followed as she felt another man take the place of the first. This one knew more than the first, as he spent a few moments using the head of his cock to tease Suzi’s clit. By this time, her breasts were also becoming aroused, and her nipples were rock hard and erect, the thin satin fabric covering them allowing them to show plainly. Her new lover groped them with big, meaty hands before guiding his hips to force his manhood deeply into her. Her back arched as she felt his entrance, a long, loud grunt encouraged this man, as well as his friends. It showed them she could feel the pleasure of a man, regardless of why she was being serviced. His strokes were longer and slower, and it was evident he was taking his pleasure from her, and at the same time, forcing her to share in it. His thrusting took much longer, until his cock became a jackhammer, his head buried deep to her cervix as he erupted, adding a considerably larger gush of semen to that of his friend. He then lay his full weight on Suzi for a few moments as he suckled the skin of her neck, marking her as used merchandise!
The process began again, and after two more men ****d her, Suzi crossed the point of endurance, no longer able to resist, and almost not caring about what they did to her. The party went on for a length Suzi did not know, but she was eventually left alone. She thought there were eight of them, but wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure what race they were, or even where they came from, other than they were obviously a street gang. All she knew was that she was exhausted beyond measure. sleep mercifully took over, and she slept with the conflicted dreams of losing Lady Ann’s, losing her security, and possibly even having been impregnated by someone she would never know.
Many hours had passed when Suzi awoke. She lay very still, her eyes still blindfolded, and her mouth dry from lack of water, the exertion of being ****d, and the satin pillowcase gagging her. She tried to move her arms and legs, and finding them still tied, she began to cry, thinking she was tied down, unable to defend herself, vulnerable to whomever would come along and take his pleasure from her, and no one could rescue her. Nobody knew where she was!
Suzi then heard a deep, menacing laughter from across the room. Suzi froze for a minute. She knew that voice, but it wasn’t a friendly one. The man had been a former manager at Lady Ann’s, and had been using his position to take advantage of several of the girls. He had tried it with Suzi, but was interrupted by Tommy. The guy thought Suzi had set him up, and when Lady Ann fired him, he threatened Suzi with revenge. Suzi had taken it as a threat made in anger. Now she knew she was wrong.
Footsteps announced the new presence next to her, and she felt her breast cupped in his hand. He began to caress it through the satin tunic, making her nipple rise again. She then felt the hand slide down her body to her crotch, and cup her already cum-filled moistness, massaging her sore labia, making her body ready for more mating. It was obvious he hadn’t known about her previous gang****, as he kept talking about making her bear his baby, and taking his sweet time to make sure it happened. If she was going to become pregnant, or indeed already was, then this guy was too late for that.
Not that he cared, as the former manager of Lady Ann’s clambered up onto the bed between her thighs, and prepared to mount Suzi. His impaling her was more anticlimactic that she expected. His shaft was definitely hard, and longer than many, but rather thin. What he had, however, was great staying power. He lay on top of her, thrusting in and out of her vagina for almost 30 minutes. It was long enough to force an orgasm in Suzi twice, before he spilled his seed into her. His thrusts were so hard, she could actually feel his testicles bounce off her rear as he bottomed out in her repeatedly.
When he finally withdrew, he released her leg restraints, and drew her ankles to his shoulders. Bending forward, her ankles hovered over her shoulders, and her vagina was pointing straight up. He was using gravity to ensure his semen went all the way into her womb, in a race with the seed of 8 other guys. As he held her there, he kept bragging about how she was now more worthy because of his gift to her, and how she was also worthless to Lady Ann, since Suzi was now going to bear his c***d! His final act on her was to place his lips hard against her inner thigh, just below her pussy, and suckle a large, dark mark, so her husband would know what he had done to her. As a final gesture of confidence, he even loosened the bond on Suzi’s right wrist, so he would have enough time to get away before she was free. As he left, Suzi took the opportunity to twist and turn her body, to try and stretch her tired and taut muscles, sore from fighting against her restraints, sore from being held so firmly, and sore from so much sex.
Suzi waited a few minutes, and then struggled to free herself. As she turned too and fro to work herself free, a casual observer would have been completely aroused by the sight of her trim body, still sexily attired in satin, with her white thigh high hose and white heels, struggling as a damsel in distress. But Suzi was not thinking of any of that. She had no idea how long she had been held, or what time it was, or even what day it was. All she knew was she wanted out of there, immediately!
Finally, Suzi was able to gain her freedom. Her flashlight was down on the floor, and as she picked it up, she noted the batteries were long dead. She dropped it, and walked unsteadily to her closet, and her hidden compartment. She heel tripped as she found her purse the hard way, and she landed heavily, the hem of her circle skirt laying up on her back, exposing her cheeks. She pawed through it, only to discover her money and keys were gone, as well as her credit cards. She shook her head in frustration. All of this was caused by one sick-minded fucker who liked little girls, instead of full-grown women, and others like him!
Suzi finally made it to her closet, and was able to open up the secret compartment. Inside was all the things that she had left there, items that could allow her to restart her life if she needed to. Duplicate keys, separate credit cards in a spare wallet, and a tidy amount of money. Enough for her to spend two or three weeks in another country, if it came to that! Also inside were a pair of cotton panties. White, bikini-cut cotton panties. Suzi took a moment to hold them. She agonized over what to do with them. She thought about it, and finally came to the realization that she had no choice. Lady Ann’s was shut down. She didn’t have any way to stay in touch with any of her friends or co-workers, or anything. She was alone, and after the events of the last day, or night, Suzi still wasn’t sure, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. She put everything down and bent over, stepping into the panties and pulling them up snug against her body. She collected her things and made her way of the former Lady Ann’s Brothel, for the last time! Or so she thought…
Nanette
- 23.01.2022
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