Brothel Beauties: A Dark Menage Novella

by Sasha Byrne

  BROTHEL BEAUTIES

  BY

  SASHA BYRNE

  Copyright © 2017 by Sasha Byrne

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  Edited by Maggie Ryan Maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com

  Chapter One

  “You had better tell that uppity bitch to back off Jim or I am going to pull her hair out!”

  Maribelle sighed as she took in the disheveled angry whore standing before her. She didn’t have anything against whores, she ran a brothel after all, but this particular whore was a pain in her ass. Lola had been one of her most popular girls going on a year now… and that was the problem.

  The men liked fresh pussy, and the latest favorite was just off the bus from the batch of Hollywood celebrity wannabes. Girls who were popular and pretty in their nothing small towns, but didn’t have the lips, tits or hair to make it on film, came here. Cute farm girls who arrived in Los Angeles hoping for fame and fortune only to find rejection and destitution, were Maribelle’s bread and butter. Too broke or filled with too much pride to return to their dust bowl towns, they found their way to her brothel… and rarely found their way back out. In a way, Maribelle fulfilled their dreams. Just like in Hollywood, there was sex, drugs and money. The only difference was that here, you earned it on your back with your cunt filled with cock and your screams cut off by a ball gag.

  It was no surprise that, in no time, the women started to despise the constant cock pounding they got from arrogant frat boys with their steroid shrunken pricks, married men just hoping someone would fuck them, or bored businessmen looking for some strange. Was it any wonder her girls turned to each other for their kicks?

  Men were such stupid beasts, never suspecting that most of her girls preferred pussy to cock, but you would never convince the businessmen and frat boys who came through her doors of that fact, not that she cared to do so. She wasn’t in the fuck trade for the perks.

  “What’s this now?” Maribelle asked, taking in the garish red silk kimono that did little to conceal Lola’s ample bosom and clashed with her bright, red hair. Lola’s lush curves and saucy mouth had made Maribelle a fortune over this past year. The whore was also the best leather hand in three counties. No one matched Lola’s skill with a whip or paddle.

  “That bitch crawled on top of Jim last night. She knows the tricks from the Hillside Hotel are mine,” Lola huffed as she sat on the edge of Maribelle’s desk. Maribelle pushed her off, ignoring the disgruntled look Lola sent her way.

  “Lola, you know damn well those boys are going to come crawling back to you. They just want a taste of the new flavor,” Maribelle said with a patience she did not feel as she searched her desk drawer for her cigarettes.

  “That is not the point, Maribelle, and you know it! The bitch needs to know her place! She can’t just strut in here and expect to take my tricks,” Lola seethed.

  Maribelle knew Lola would be like a dog with a bone on this one. Pulling the plastic wrap open with her teeth, she gave it some thought. Truth be told, it wouldn’t hurt to take the new girl down a peg or two. Tiffany was one of those beauty pageant bitches. The kind who had a room full of tin trophies and cheap ribbons from running the circuit. She could barely twirl a baton, but the judges obviously had liked the look of her ass as she repeatedly bent over to pick it up, so winner, winner! Problem was those pageants got the girl thinking she was something special instead of just another wannabe failed actress whose only talent now rested between her thighs.

  Tiffany had blonde hair, big tits and a sassy ass to match her sassy mouth. She was an instant hit with Maribelle’s clientele, and now the stupid bitch was flaunting it in front of her other girls’ faces. Pretty soon it wouldn’t just be Lola prancing into her office to complain.

  “What do you want me to do about it?” asked Maribelle, knowing perfectly well from the smirk on Lola’s face what she wanted her to do.

  “I think it’s time the slut got a taste of why I am the most popular girl here.” Lola grinned, an unholy light of anticipation in her eyes.

  “Fine, but no permanent marks, and she better be okay to work by tonight. There’s a big pharmaceutical convention in town, so all the men will be coming in looking for some cheap beer and cheaper pussy,” Maribelle reluctantly agreed. “And use Jasmine; she’ll make sure you don’t get out of hand.”

  “Yes, Maribelle,” said Lola respectfully, feigning a demure posture that fooled neither of them.

  ***

  Tiffany laid sprawled naked on her bed among crumpled covers, discarded silk stockings and cheap lingerie. Her smooth peaches and cream skin was the perfect complement to her golden hair. She was on her stomach with one knee tucked up, giving a tantalizing peek at her smooth, pink pussy lips. Lola admired the slope of Tiffany’s lower back which ended in two dimples just above her pert little ass. She could not wait to see that soft, creamy skin with a harsh, red blush from a paddling.

  Lola raised her bull whip and, with a flick of her wrist, cracked it in the silent room. Tiffany awoke from the loud thunderclap with a startled scream. She scrambled up to the bed rails, reaching for something to cover her breasts. Lola cracked the long, black evil looking whip again.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you crazy cunt!” Tiffany screeched.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Better watch your language, whore,” Lola warned. “You wouldn’t want me to get offended,” she said as she cracked the whip again.

  “I don’t give a fuck if I offend you,” Tiffany scoffed as she raised up on her knees. “Get out of my room!” As she pointed to the door, the sheet covering her left breast slipped, exposing the full, high curve topped with a dusky pink nipple.

  Lola leaned against the metal frame at the foot of the bed and ran the long tail of the bull whip across her palm, loving the feel of the cool, braided leather… soft but firm.

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m not leaving for a long time, not till you learn your lesson,” Lola smirked.

  “The only one going to learn a lesson is you, bitch!” Tiffany lunged with a fist raised.

  Lola was ready for her. Arching her arm back and flicking her wrist, she sent the tail end of the whip flying through the air to expertly snake around Tiffany’s raised arm. Lola increased the tension on the whip, pulling a screaming Tiffany forward to lie flat on her stomach.

  “God, can’t you shut up all that whining?”

  Jasmine sauntered into the room with a large basket filled with Lola’s toys. Jasmine had been at the brothel for longer than Lola. She’d been a teenage runaway who just showed up, a bedraggled mess, on Maribelle’s doorstep one night looking for food. Maribelle took her in and gave her shelter in exchange for odd jobs around the brothel till she was old enough to earn her way on her back. Her golden skin, slim hips and long, silky black hair were in stark contrast to Lola’s lush full curves and red flaming hair.

  Jasmine crossed the room, grabbed Tiffany’s other hand and quickly secured it to the metal rail of the bed with one of the discarded silk stockings.

  “You’re going to pay for this, bitch! Untie me!” Tiffany squawked.

  Ignoring the screaming, restrained woman sprawled on the bed, Jasmine grabbed Lola by the back of the neck and crushed her mouth to hers. Pushing the tip of her tongue past Lola’s lips to swirl and taste, she ended the kiss with a quick bite of Lola’s bottom lip between her small, white teeth.

  “So did
you tell her the good news yet?” Jasmine asked as she meandered around the room picking up small objects and sniffing Tiffany’s various perfume bottles.

  “I wanted to wait for you, kitten,” offered Lola, sending Jasmine a playful look. “Come help me tie down our new fuck doll.”

  Tiffany had been twisting her wrist in an attempt to unwrap the evil bull whip and free herself. She cried out when Jasmine straddled her hips, fisting her blonde locks and wrenching her head back to a painful angle.

  “You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, Tiffany,” Jasmine taunted in a baby voice as she bit down on Tiffany’s earlobe, eliciting another scream from the captured whore. Lola unwound the bull whip and then secured Tiffany’s wrist with a second silk stocking.

  “Hmmm, bet you can’t wait to get your hands on this cheeky bottom,” growled Jasmine as she reached back to squeeze a handful as Tiffany screeched in indignation.

  “It will look a great deal cheekier once it has a few dozen red welts,” smirked Lola. “Grab her legs.”

  Jasmine rose up on her knees and flipped around, once again straddling a still protesting Tiffany. She ran her hands down the backs of Tiffany’s long legs, starting at the bottom curve of her ass, till Jasmine was stretched along her length, grasping her ankles.

  Lola quickly secured them, leaving Tiffany tied spread eagle to the metal frame of the bed.

  “I’m going to kill you fucking bitches,” Tiffany raved into the rumpled linens. “I’m going to pull out your hair and slit your goddamn throats!” Straining against her binds, she shook the small bed with her struggles.

  “She really has a mouth on her,” observed Jasmine, who was now lounging along Tiffany’s side. “Should we gag her?”

  Grabbing a black chemise lined with cheap lace that scratched when you touched it, Lola tore it in half and handed the shredded fabric to Jasmine. “God, yes, shut the whore up with this.”

  Jasmine once again fisted Tiffany’s hair to force her head back and mouth open. She pushed the silk past Tiffany’s open lips and secured it behind her head.

  Tiffany continued to yell and curse, but it was now low and garbled.

  Jasmine jumped off the bed and ran over to the basket of toys. “What should we play with first?” she asked, her eyes lit with eagerness.

  “Grab me the riding crop first, kitten,” Lola demanded as she caressed Tiffany’s vulnerable backside, smiling when she felt the slut stiffen under her touch. Tiffany may be putting on a good show of defiance, but Lola knew she was frightened. “We need to warm up our little fuck doll before we can really start to play.”

  Jasmine handed Lola the riding crop then crawled atop the bed to position herself between Tiffany’s outstretched legs. She shoved two fingers between Tiffany’s pussy lips. “Fuck, she’s not even wet,” pouted Jasmine.

  “Patience, kitten,” Lola cooed as she crossed to stand in front of Tiffany’s prone form, raising the girl’s chin with the leather tongue of the riding crop.

  Tiffany radiated insolence and anger… that would change. Lola kept the crop in contact with Tiffany’s body as she slowly walked to stand to the side of the bed; stroking her shoulder, back and buttocks with the cool, soft leather.

  Refusing to meet her gaze or even acknowledge Lola, Tiffany buried her head in the bed linens and did not see the first hit… but she felt it. Against her will, a screech was wrenched from her lips at the first, stinging strike. Tiffany had never even been spanked, so she was unprepared for the heat and pain caused by the stiff riding crop. She struggled with her binds as Lola continued to rain down blow after blow. Tiffany’s pale, creamy flesh was quickly marred by angry, red welts and still the punishment continued. Her backside pricked with a burning heat, and Tiffany finally broke down into sobs, begging through her silk gag for Lola to stop.

  “What was that?” Lola asked as she grasped Tiffany’s jaw and forced the girl’s flushed face up. Her blonde locks were plastered around her face, wet from tears and sweat. She looked pitiful as she tried to plead around her gag. Lola removed it.

  “Please, Lola. Please stop. I can’t take anymore,” begged Tiffany.

  “Oh, poor baby, we are just getting started,” Lola soothed in a voice that belied her words.

  “Such pretty red welts!” Jasmine stroked each welt with her finger, bringing a groan from Tiffany’s lips.

  “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

  “Because you are an uppity whore who needs to learn her place,” answered Lola. “Tell you what, to show that I’m not an unfeeling bitch, I will give your ass a rest.”

  “Thank you, Lola. Thank you,” sobbed Tiffany.

  Lola smiled. “I will just start on those pretty titties of yours.”

  “No!” screeched Tiffany as Lola and Jasmine quickly undid her binds and flipped her on her back.

  The sudden rush of dizzying pain Tiffany felt the moment her sore ass hit the mattress distracted her from all thoughts of escape. Soon she was once again tied spread-eagle to the bed frame, her vulnerable tits and pussy on display.

  “Kitten, why don’t you prepare Tiffany’s titties for punishment?” Lola offered as she stroked Jasmine’s long, silky hair as if she were stroking a cat.

  Jasmine moved to lean over Tiffany, her mouth suspended over Tiffany’s right breast.

  Tiffany could feel Jasmine’s hot breath against her nipple and shivered in fear, rolling her shoulders forward in a weak attempt to protect her exposed flesh.

  Jasmine locked her gaze on Tiffany as she slowly opened her lips and pulled Tiffany’s nipple into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled, drawing the nub in deep as she swirled her tongue around the tip.

  Tiffany moaned and lifted her hips in invitation as Jasmine’s hand grasped her left breast and squeezed while she continued to lave the right with her tongue.

  “Oh god!” Tiffany closed her eyes and groaned as Jasmine moved to suck on her left nipple. No one had ever played with her breasts before. She had never been with a woman, and the men in her trade usually just gave them a perfunctory squeeze before fucking her. When Jasmine moved away, Tiffany whimpered and arched her back, trying to press her nipple back into the wet heat of the Asian beauty’s mouth. Instead, she felt the harsh, stinging heat of the riding crop.

  “Thank you, dear, for perking up her nipples for me,” offered Lola as she gave Jasmine’s tit a playful spank.

  Lola hit Tiffany’s engorged nipples with the leather tongue of the crop.

  Tiffany screamed and desperately tried to shield her breasts from the assault by shifting from side to side, but she could not escape. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. “Stop! Stop! It hurts! Oh god, it hurts!” Tiffany wailed in a confusion of pain and arousal.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Poor baby. Do you want Jasmine to kiss them and make it better?” cooed Lola.

  “Yes. Yes, please,” Tiffany begged, wanting the soothing touch of Jasmine’s wet mouth on her sore nipples.

  Jasmine crawled up Tiffany’s prone body, licking her lips in anticipation.

  Tiffany’s nipples were a bright, harsh red with the purple outline of the crop slowly appearing on the top curve of her right breast. She whimpered when Jasmine gently closed her lips around her nipple, softly laving it… before biting down with her sharp teeth. Tiffany bucked her hips to get away from the piercing pain as Jasmine latched on even harder. Only when Tiffany ceased to struggle and mournfully accepted the pain, did Jasmine let go.

  “Good girl,” placated Lola. “You’re learning.”

  Lola walked over to her basket of toys and rummaged through till she found one of her larger dildos. It was three inches wide and ten inches long. She made sure Tiffany saw the large object in her hand as she slowly approached.

  “Get away from me with that… that thing, you bitch!” Tiffany warned, forgetting her vulnerable position as well as the fact that as long as she was tied up, she was subject to Lola’s whims and punishments.

  “Looks lik
e you still need some training,” Lola admonished as she stroked her knuckles down Tiffany’s cheek before slapping her. Lola relished in the large crimson hand print that quickly marred Tiffany’s delicate features. Straddling Tiffany’s chest, Lola began to rub the tip of the dildo along Tiffany’s full bottom lip.

  “Open up, baby.”

  Tiffany tightened her lips closed and turned her head to the side.

  “Open up or I’m going to shove this hard dildo up your dry pussy and ruin you with it,” growled Lola.

  Tiffany quickly opened her mouth, not wanting to feel the pain of having it tear into her unprepared pussy.

  “Good girl,” said Lola as she slowly pushed the head of the dildo past Tiffany’s trembling lips. “Wider,” Lola instructed as she grabbed Tiffany by the back of the neck and raised her head, pushing her mouth down onto the smooth, rubber shaft.

  Tiffany began to choke and gag, her eyes swimming with tears. Her lips stretched over the false cock as it pushed closer and closer to the back of her throat. Her eyes pleaded with Lola to relent.

  “Use your tongue to get it nice and wet. We wouldn’t want to tear that pretty pussy would we?”

  Lola held the dildo still as she fisted Tiffany’s hair and used it to force her head back and forth onto the punishing fake cock.

  Tiffany made plaintive gurgling noises each time the dildo pushed against the back of her throat. Her jaw ached. It felt like the corners of her mouth would split trying to accommodate the dildo’s girth as she pushed her tongue around the foul tasting rubber, wetting it with her saliva.

  “Open your mouth a little wider. You’re almost there,” coached Lola as she continued to force Tiffany to fuck her own mouth with the dildo. “Kitten, perhaps you can help Tiffany open her mouth wider?”

  “With pleasure.” Jasmine smirked. From her position, she had the perfect view of Lola’s lush, full breasts as they bounced each time she forced Tiffany’s head up and onto the false cock. Jasmine reached over Tiffany’s head to grasp her nipples. Ignoring Tiffany’s whimper of fear and pain, Jasmine ruthlessly squeezed the already swollen nubs.