by Sasha Byrne
Tiffany screamed in excruciating agony, opening her throat and allowing Lola to push the dildo in several inches. Tiffany gagged and sputtered, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth. The dildo was deeper down her throat than any cock before it.
Lola waited one more moment. Waited to see the stark fear in Tiffany’s eyes before she relented and pulled the dildo out of her captive’s abused mouth. Tiffany gasped and choked for breath as Lola moved to kneel between her legs.
“Now. Let’s see if we can stretch this tight, little pussy the men are so fond of,” threatened Lola as she placed the now wet tip of the dildo at the entrance to Tiffany’s small passage. They all knew none of the men who visited the brothel came close to the length and girth of the dildo in Lola’s grasp.
“Please, Lola. Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry! God, I’m sorry,” pleaded Tiffany. “I promise I won’t take any more of your customers. I’ll even leave this brothel. Just please don’t push that up inside me!”
“Shhh… it’s far too late for your apologies and promises,” mewed Lola as she slowly pushed the dildo against Tiffany’s pussy. The tip glistened as it swirled around Tiffany’s wet cunt. “I think the whore protests too much. You’re a pain slut. Admit it.”
Tiffany squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head side to side, refusing to answer. This shouldn’t be happening. These bitches were torturing her with leather whips for fucks sake! Yet her body was responding. The pain. The forceful, unfeeling handling. The rough play. The degrading talk. With every disparaging remark… every humiliation… every lick of Lola’s whip… she was getting hotter. And worse… wanted more.
Lola teased the entrance of Tiffany’s now slick passage with the thick shaft. “Say I’m a pain slut or I won’t pound your pussy raw.”
“I’m a pain slut,” whined Tiffany as the dildo pushed inside her body another inch. The burning as her body stretched and strained to accept its girth spurred her on to even greater heights of demented pleasure.
“Louder,” ordered Lola.
“I’m a pain slut,” screamed Tiffany in response.
“Good little slut,” cooed Lola.
Lola twisted the rubber shaft as she forced it deeper into Tiffany’s wet hole.
Tiffany whimpered, her tight passage stinging as the muscles stretched to accommodate the harsh shaft as it forced its way into her clenching body. Lola laughed when she saw how poor Tiffany’s pussy lips were opened obscenely wide around the large end of the punishing dildo. Tiffany’s head lolled to the side, her eyes closed, as she moaned in tortured pleasure. Her stomach muscles cramped. Her body clasping around the offending object.
“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t!” cried out Tiffany as her knees fell open wide, her hips raised, desperate for Lola to continue her assault on her body.
“That’s it, bitch. Cum for me. Cum for your new mistress.”
Tiffany screamed as the dildo was forced deep. Her eyes rolled up as she gasped in gulps of air. Her whole body spasmed before she went limp against the sheets.
***
Lola gave Tiffany’s pale face a few quick slaps. “Wake up, little girl. Time to put that mouth to better use.”
Tiffany opened pleasure dazed eyes.
Lola straddled Tiffany’s head, shoving her pussy against Tiffany’s mouth. “Lick it, bitch.”
Tiffany closed her lips and tried to turn her head but Lola tightened her thighs, forcing Tiffany’s face against her slick cunny. Still Tiffany’s mouth remained closed.
“Oh, kitten,” Lola cooed in a sing-song voice. “It looks like the uppity whore needs some help again.”
Jasmine placed herself between Tiffany’s legs and twisted the dildo inside Tiffany’s tortured pussy, pulling and stretching the inner walls. Tiffany opened her mouth on a silent scream as Lola crushed her aroused pussy against her open lips.
With a keening wail, a defeated Tiffany tongued Lola’s clit as tears slipped down her cheeks. She rolled her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, desperately hoping to please Lola and stop the torment.
“Stiffen your tongue,” Lola commanded. “I want to feel you fuck me with it.”
Tiffany obeyed, trying to push her tongue deep into Lola’s cunny.
“Faster, bitch!” Lola yelled.
Tiffany tried to obey. She had a moment of relief when Jasmine pulled the punishing dildo out of her pussy, only to ruthlessly shove it back in. Tiffany’s cry was smothered by Lola’s wet heat.
“Keep punishing this bitch’s pussy, kitten,” Lola moaned. “Every time she squeals, her tongue goes wild!”
“With pleasure,” Jasmine sneered, enjoying letting Tiffany’s gaping entrance start to close before brutally forcing it open again with the blunt tip of the hard dildo.
Lola grabbed two fistfuls of pale, blonde hair then smashed Tiffany’s face against her smooth cunny as she came. As Lola was still riding the wave of her powerful release, she twisted her torso and grabbed Jasmine by the back of the neck. Her full lips smashed against Jasmine’s willing ones. Reveling in the familiar taste of each other, they completely forgot about the restrained woman crushed beneath their bodies. After what seemed an eternity to Tiffany, Lola eventually crawled off her.
“Time for my sweet, little kitten to get her cream,” said Lola as she tenderly stroked Jasmine’s cheek. “Let me warm her up for you first.”
Tiffany’s eyes were closed in mortification and pain, so she was unprepared for the pressure and blinding sting across her midsection. Her startled eyes opened to see a grinning Lola standing over her with a wicked looking black leather flogger. She watched in horror as Lola raised her arm and brought the flogger down on her vulnerable stomach. The impact knocked the breath out of Tiffany’s body as if she had been punched. Then came the horrible heat that seemed to radiate across her stomach up to her breasts.
Tiffany shrieked and hopelessly pulled at her restraints as Lola rained strike after strike with the heavy flogger. Soon, Tiffany’s stomach, upper thighs and breasts were crimson red with darkening welts. Tiffany could not escape the sweet agony and soreness; her whole body ached. She was more aware of every inch of skin, every short breath, the feel of her muscles as they stretched and moved. Her body hummed with this awareness… fed off it. The pain raised her pleasure to heretofore unachieved heights. It felt humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.
“Poor uppity whore, should I kiss your pussy and make it better?” offered Jasmine, whose head was positioned between Tiffany’s legs, her ass pressed against Tiffany’s chin.
Jasmine licked around the base of the dildo that still had Tiffany’s entrance obscenely stretched.
Lola stepped behind Tiffany’s head, and crouched down to whisper into her ear. “My pretty kitten likes to have her rosebud licked. I’m going to hold her cheeks open, and you are going to get to work with that little pink tongue of yours.”
“Please don’t make me,” whined Tiffany. “I can’t.”
“Looks like she needs encouragement to rim your ass, Jasmine,” said Lola.
As if on cue, Jasmine scraped her teeth against Tiffany’s clit, sending a spark of pain down the sensitive nub.
“Stop! Stop!” wailed Tiffany. “I’ll do it! Just please don’t bite me!”
Lola placed her fingers in the cleft of Jasmine’s ass and gently pried her cheeks open. Tiffany hesitated, which earned her another bite on her clit. After a yelp of protest, she tentatively stuck the tip of her tongue out. She licked around the edge of Jasmine’s little puckered hole. Jasmine moaned, grinding her ass against Tiffany’s mouth.
“Just like you did with my pussy, get that tongue inside,” Lola instructed.
Tiffany reluctantly swirled her tongue around the edge before pushing it past the ring of muscle into Jasmine’s ass.
“Thrust that little pink tongue in deep, bitch,” ordered Lola. “Taste my kitten’s ass.”
Tiffany licked Jasmine’s rosebud till her jaw ached. Just as she was slowing down, Jasm
ine grasped the dildo, still buried deep in Tiffany’s pussy and viciously yanked it out.
Jasmine let out a moan of pleasure as she could feel the vibration of Tiffany’s howl of protest against the center of her bottom cheeks.
Jasmine then placed the tip of the hard shaft against Tiffany’s own back entrance.
“Speed up that tongue or I will force this dildo up your ass dry!” Jasmine cried out, close to cumming.
A frightened Tiffany furiously pushed her tongue in and out of Jasmine’s sensitive ring. Jasmine’s thighs tightened around Tiffany’s ribs as she came with a scream, riding Tiffany as she rode the wave of her own climax.
“Good whore,” Lola said as she stroked Tiffany’s sweat soaked hair.
“What do we do with her now?” asked a sated Jasmine.
“I have one final treat,” smirked Lola.
Tiffany just helplessly moaned as her head fell limply to the side.
“Would you like to be untied, uppity whore?” Lola asked in a placating, childish tone.
“Yes, please,” whispered Tiffany respectfully, the fight and sass whipped out of her.
Lola untied Tiffany’s wrists and raised her to a sitting position on the bed. Tiffany hissed from the feel of her swollen and red-welted skin.
“Off the bed and on your knees,” ordered Lola sternly after untying Tiffany’s ankles.
Tiffany obeyed.
Jasmine took the dildo they had forced into Tiffany’s tiny passage and coated it with lube. She placed the dildo on the floor, just under Tiffany’s ass.
“You are going to fuck yourself in the ass with this dildo,” said Lola.
Tiffany started to sob. “Oh god, please don’t do this to me, Lola. I did everything you asked! Please!” Tiffany never did ass play. Never. No matter how much her tricks offered her, it wasn’t her thing. Her new realization that she liked pain with her pleasure did not change the fact she didn’t want to experience a large, rubber shaft shoved up her ass.
“You have no choice. Either impale your own ass on the dildo or I whip you till you are bloody,” threatened Lola. Lola knew Maribelle would kill her if she damaged the whore, but Tiffany did not know that.
Jasmine held the dildo while a defeated Tiffany slowly lowered her hips. As soon as she felt the tip press against her hidden passage, she panicked and straightened up. Lola pushed down on her shoulders, forcing Tiffany back onto the brutal object.
Tiffany could feel the pressure against her rectum build as the unrelenting dildo forced its way past her resisting sphincter. Her inner muscles burned and cramped as they unwillingly opened to allow the large, false cock to thrust deep into her last virgin hole. Tiffany gave a keening wail, her inner body twisting and clutching as it tried to prevent the dildo’s entry. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat as she struggled with the pain.
“This is taking too long,” whined Jasmine, already bored with playing with Tiffany. It would be time to go downstairs into the parlor to greet the men soon, and she usually took a warm bath, smoked a little pot and had a couple shots of tequila before they arrived. It was easier dealing with their fumbling caresses and small pricks if she had a nice buzz on. Easier to imagine their hairy bodies had smooth, creamy skin, long silky hair and a shaved pussy slightly swollen with desire.
“I agree,” said Lola, ominously. She grabbed her riding crop. “This should hurry the little whore along.”
Lola smacked the leather tongue against Tiffany’s already swollen and bruised nipples. Tiffany shrieked and tried to move away, which only forced her further onto the excruciating dildo.
“That’s it, whore. We are not leaving till your ass swallows that whole cock!” yelled Lola as she continued to torture Tiffany’s nipples with the stinging kiss of the riding crop. A tearful Tiffany pressed down till the final painful inch was forced into her bottom.
“Oh god, it hurts,” she cried, choking on her own sobs. She could feel the dildo pressing deep, filling her. It was painful and degrading. It made her feel as though her body was no longer her own. She was under Lola’s control.
Lola grabbed three strips of leather. “Tie her wrists behind her back, kitten, while I bind each of her legs.”
Once Tiffany was bound, Lola leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, biting Tiffany’s lower lip till it bled. Lola gagged Tiffany so no one could hear her screams for help, then she and Jasmine rose to leave.
“Don’t worry, we will come and untie you after the boys leave… in ten hours or so.”
Tiffany started to wail and shriek, struggling against her binds.
“We’ll let you lick all their nasty cum out of our pussies and assholes before we let you go.” Lola smiled as she shut the door on Tiffany’s muffled begging, satisfied she had taught the uppity bitch a lesson.
Chapter Two
The brothel was an unassuming house tucked along a side street in the shadows of the Reno-Sparks Convention Center in Reno. Belle’s Beauties, as it was called, was close to the business convention action and a stone’s throw from the hotels which lined the strip. In keeping with the name, the interior was decorated like an old western saloon. There was a long bar decorated with cattle horns and cheap oil paintings of naked women and several chaise lounges strategically placed around the room. Practically every surface was covered in tacky red brocade with gold cord.
Maribelle insisted her girls play the part as well. Dressed in silk corsets and pantaloons, they played to their patrons’ fantasies of being the dirty from the trail, rough cowboy or perhaps the lawman who was quick with a gun or the outlaw wanting a quick fuck before he lit out of town. In Maribelle’s place, every man was Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp or Billy the Kid.
After giving one of her girls a warning glare for slouching, Maribelle approached Lola and Jasmine. The two were preening before the bar mirror.
“Where is Tiffany?”
“I’m not her fucking keeper,” snapped Lola.
Maribelle grabbed a fistful of her glaring red curls, pulling the girl’s head back to a painful angle.
“Ow! Ow! Let go! Sorry! You’re ripping out my hair!” cried Lola.
“Don’t you run that mouth off at me,” ground out Maribelle. “If you marked up my most popular whore, you are going to feel your own leather lash across these big tits of yours.”
Jasmine raised a placating hand. “She’s fine, Maribelle. We left her tied up in her room. I’ll go get her.”
“No. You dumb bitches stay here.”
Releasing Lola’s hair, Maribelle straightened her corset and grabbed the cigarette Jasmine had just lit. Taking a long drag, she motioned with her head. “Go to your places. The boys from that pharma group will be here soon.”
Both girls pressed themselves against the bar to give Maribelle a wide berth as they shimmied past, quick to do her bidding.
Maribelle watched through hooded eyes as Michael, her bartender, kicked open a side door and entered the room, easily hefting two cases of liquor. Dressed as a western saloon keeper, he looked fine in a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a tight fitting black vest which emphasized his trim waist and muscular chest. He had recently taken care of some unpleasantness for her, the legalities of which were definitely questionable. She owed him a favor for his loyalty. Usually the girls were hands off to the male staff, but perhaps she would make an exception.
“Mike.”
“Yeah, Belle?”
“Put that crap down. I need you to do something for me.”
She watched, her cougar heart giving a small trip, as he hurried to her side. Closer, his dark wavy hair and blue eyes were even more striking. He would make a killing at any gay bar in town, but Maribelle knew he had tried that route and had said the pinched ass and constant remarks were not worth the cash. He probably bothered her patrons. No man wanted to see a dark-haired Chris Hemsworth chatting it up with the girls, especially when that man had a balding head and a belly. Well, that was too damn bad, thought Maribelle. Her girls needed som
ething to think about when their legs were in the air and they were pretending to care about the tiny prick of their current trick.
Mike raised a questioning eyebrow.
“The girls left Tiffany trussed up in her room.”
Mike gave a knowing smirk. He was well aware of the animosity the other girls felt towards Tiffany. Out of all the whores here, Tiffany would be the one he would break Maribelle’s “hand’s off” rule for. Those big, bouncing tits and her tiny ass would be worth it. He knew she didn’t do anal, but that would change with him. A virgin hole in a whore. It was almost too hard to resist. He could feel his cock twitch at just the thought of forcing Tiffany to bend over as he pried her plump ass cheeks open and plowed her tight passage till she screamed and begged him to stop.
“Lola and Jasmine?” Mike asked nonchalantly as he turned away to walk behind the bar and light his own cigarette. It wouldn’t do to give Maribelle a hint as to the direction of his thoughts. The thick outline of his cock straining against his pants would do just that.
Maribelle took another drag from her cigarette. “Who else?” she said with a sarcastic lilt to her lips. “Go up and untie her.”
Male staff were never allowed on the upper floors unless there was a problem with one of the male patrons, but if Mike thought the order was strange, he didn’t indicate it. That was one of the things she liked about him; he never questioned her commands or motives.
Mike turned toward the back staircase.
“Oh and Mike,” called out Maribelle, waiting till he turned back before adding, “take your time.”
He lowered his chin and gave her a hard, questioning look.
Maribelle nodded her head yes then spun on her heel to supervise the remaining girls.
Mike smiled as he ascended the staircase. Finally, he would own Tiffany’s ass and he wouldn’t lose his lucrative job at Belle’s to do it. Life was good.
***
Mike could hear muffled moans through the thin, plywood door of her room. Grasping the handle, he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Tiffany was on the floor, curled up on her side. Her arms were tied behind her back. There were also thin strips of leather securing her legs together. As she was facing away, he had a delectable view of her creamy skin. The curve of her back. The lush, plumpness of her ass. Protruding from between her cheeks was the bottom end of what looked to be a painfully large dildo jammed up her butt.
