The Brothel

[Ambrosia_64]

Marie resisted the urge to skitter back away from him as he rounded her desk, feigning interest in brushing something off her skirt. She didn't even want to be in the same room as him, let alone within arm's reach.

He mentioned increasing security. She was about to make a retort in that regard when he reached into his jacket and produced the gun. Her gun.

Her expressionless mask slipped for just a moment to reveal her dismayed surprise-and then embarrassment, a bit of heat coming to her cheeks, dark eyes snapping back to his. She almost blurted she hadn't intended on shooting him-but Marie honestly wasn't sure that was true.

"...found it looking for a pen, did you?" Marie inquired coolly, starting to feel cornered, trapped again. He opened the chamber and the bullets tumbled to the floor, small metallic sounds against the wood, Marie stepping back with a frown.

"I do not. Though perhaps I should." She wasn't being fully sarcastic there, either. She wished she did have a weapon. Something other than her small hands, anyway.

She couldn't fight him. He was too strong. It did not stop her small hands from curling into fists, the nails biting into her palms. Her heart was so loud in her ears, she almost wondered if he could hear it.

"Show you how to use that gun, Mr Cumberland?" She said in a tightly controlled voice, arching a brow at him. Think Marie, think! "I'm no marksman, but if you desire a demonstration..." Another step back.

 

[saedo]

I shook my head in response to her defiant words. Slow learner, this one. She'd have to be taught.

"No, no, no," I clucked. "I don't much care for guns myself." I turned the device over in my hand. It was a bit small for a man, but appropriate for a woman. Although perhaps still a little large for her. But a derringer was only one shot, so you had to choose.

"Too loud. Too impersonal. No, I don't care for them." I put the gun back in my pocket and resumed eye contact. "Not my style, little Missy."

I smiled pleasantly at her, noting that the gap between us had widened a few steps in the last few moments. People always assume that because I'm bit broad across the shoulders that I'm slow. I'd be offended if the mistake didn't so often benefit me.

A heartbeat later I had crossed the distance and seized her by the upper arms. I lifted her off the ground and bore her the remaining steps to the closed door. I pressed her back against it and smiled down at her from the few inches separating us.

"As I feel like we've discussed before, I prefer knives, Miss Marie." I released my grip on her left arm and raised my hand. With a much-practiced move on my part, a blade appeared in my fingers. I held it calmly before her face, turning it so the steel caught the light. "Much more intimate this way, don't you think?" I mused.

"Now I do apologize to your seamstress for the havoc that I appear to be regularly inflicting on your wardrobe, but in my defense, you did fail to do like you was told." I shrugged, the rest of the explanation so obvious as to not require words.

Marie's dress was secured from waist to neck with a long series of buttons. I slipped the blade into the neckline and drew it downward in a slow and steady manner, giving time for each button to clatter individually on the wooden floor.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Marie hadn't been fooled by the pleasant smile. Her eyes narrowed a fraction, a flicker of fear and a catch of her breath before he had even moved-and then he did move, a step or two backwards towards the door, fast clicks of her heels before they ended in a scuffle when he grabbed her, lifted her bodily off of them and swept her the remaining steps to press her back into the door. Marie breathed a curse in Italian, her hands pressing against his chest, his smile inspiring only panic that, try as she might, she couldn't quite stamp out.

He was going to hurt her again.

"Benny, please, I don't-" The knife glittered before her face, Marie gritting her teeth and looking away from him as he slipped it just inside the top button on her throat, trailing downwards-tiny pops and clatters on the floor, the sharp rise and fall of her chest becoming exposed as the garment parted. A simple black corset kept her ample chest bound and supported, cinching in on an already tiny waist before the flare of hips that matched the bust.

Her hands were fisted, and it seemed to be taking considerable effort not to try and fight him.

 

[saedo]

Marie's fashion sense hewed far more conservative than her whores, so it was the better part of a minute before her dress had lost sufficient buttons to slide off her. She glared at me with naked fury the entire time.

"Ooh, now isn't that a pretty sight," I declared as her undergarments appeared. Her corset was an elaborate affair of lace and ribbon. It looked fabulously complicated, but very appealing.

I waggled the knife in front of her again. "Now that there silk contraption looks to have cost you a pretty penny. So you can either do as I say and take it off, or I can remove it myself." I tilted my head towards her. "You'll find obedience to be a virtue when it comes to me, Missy. Take it off."

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Would he cut her? Marie suspected he might. Maybe not her face, he probably didn't want to mar it-but elsewhere? She didn't want to take it off. She didn't want to be naked, vulnerable-be gazed upon by any man ever again, especially not this one.

She set her jaw in defiance, and it might have seemed, for a moment, that she would not comply. But after another moment of the knife hovering there, she slowly reached behind herself, loosening the ribbons that kept it cinched around her body. Her full, soft, olive skinned breasts spilled from it once freed, dusky nipples exposed to him before she covered herself with her arms-which even itself was appealing, the plush softness on either side of her arms. Her dark eyes were a mixture of hating him and being on the verge of tears. But she wouldn't cry in front of him. No. Or grovel-though part of her wanted to beg him not to hurt her, to just...to just leave her be.

He had hurt her. He would probably hurt her again. She had to figure a way out. She had to, she couldn't-she couldn't be a whore again.

He would be able to pull the corset the rest of the way off of her body, revealing her flat stomach and tiny waist, the flare of her hips matching her bust-a perfect hourglass shape. She refused to look at him, her face coloring a little.

 

[saedo]

My suspicions about Marie proved underestimates. As she unfastened her corset, olive-skinned breast flesh spilled forth almost without end. I could only stare in wonder.

I found myself transported to my youth. The first time a girl from around the way had deigned to spread her legs for me had felt a bit like this. My desire had been this intense back then.

I grimaced slightly as my cock engorged. Usually the process was a bit more gradual, but I already had a bulge along my right thigh threatening the sturdiness of my trousers' inseam. Something about this woman moved me on a primary level.

"Lovely," I grunted. "Just lovely, little Missy. I thought you had more than a little bit packed in beneath all those buttons and ribbons, but I you surprised me even so. Seems a shame you hide it away so much of the time."

I gestured towards the aching throb distending my own pants. "Seems like I'm also straining to be free of such cloth confines. Be a good girl and free it for me."

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Marie still wasn't looking at him, her eyes glaring a hole into the far wall. The rise and fall of those heavy, perky breasts quickened a pace at his gesture, the barest flickers of a glance and a sense of cornered panic before she was again looking away, closing her eyes a brief moment.

Her fisted hands trembled ever so slightly, but she squared her shoulders as if she wasn't topless and exposed to him, vulnerable-and then those dark eyes opened again, her head turning so she could stare up into his eyes. She was afraid of him, but not entirely cowed. Resistance. Those full, pursed lips parting to utter a single, firm word.

"No."

Even if she was smart enough to know there would be repercussions, she...she wasn't a whore. Damn him, she would perform no favors, not one!

God, he was going to hurt her. She was going to pay for her willful pride. Could he hear her heart battering the inside of her chest?

 

[saedo]

"No."

Marie glared up at work, her face unrepentant as she defied me. If she still all minded that she will was half-naked while standing her ground, she gave not the slightest sign.

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" I erupted, a broad grin of amusement tearing across my cheeks. I chuckled for nearly a minute just watching her.

"For a wee little thing I can practically carry in the palm of my hand, you've got more than your fair share of courage," I snickered. "I expect it'll eventually annoy me into breaking something eventually, but at the moment, it's almost adorable."

"Still," I continued, "there are standards to be maintained." I grabbed her upper arm with my left and spun her perpendicular to me. My right hand descended swiftly, smacking sharply into her rounded ass. I immediately spun her back to face me. The maneuver was sufficiently fast that her face was still just registering that she'd been struck.

"No, sir," I corrected. "Now it's an improvement you not spitting and screaming at me, which is why it's your rump and not your cheek to feel the sting. But you will do me the courtesy of calling me with respect.

" Now, let's try again. Take off my pants, Marie.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

He burst into laughter, and her expression shifted to a mixture of confused, angry, surprised-afraid. She wasn't used to being laughed at, much less called adorable-she did her best to be prim and proper, hide her figure in her conservative old woman dresses, and her youth in the school marm's bun. He was condescending. And dangerous.

He spun her and smacked her bottom before she was once again back against the door, her short squeak not even half out of her mouth. Her dark eyes seemed even bigger in her heart shaped face-made her look as young as she was, and more than a little fragile despite her spine of apparent steel.

She opened her mouth, closed it-and then drew in another short breath. "I...I won't." She was beginning to feel hopeless and more afraid. She couldn't get away from him, couldn't fight him, couldn't do anything but be difficult-which would only cost her.

"You hurt me last time. They always hurt me, when I was a whore-" She wasn't begging, she wasn't-wasn't going to cry. "All of you. I c-can't stop you, but I won't...won't be complicit in my own rape. I can't be a whore again. Can't...can't do it." She had been intent on walking into the ocean, once before. After fleeing from Carlo.

But she had had a pipe dream and a business plan. It was less about the money-though it would make money-and more about...trying to give a bit of control to women who didn't have any. The choice of how to entertain. She thought she might be able to help others stuck in the same awful cycle. She hadn't taken the swim. Come close to it again when she couldn't find a business partner.

Ironically, Benny the Badger's loan had kept her from it, made the bordello possible. And here he was driving her back to ideas of the sea. If he didn't do her in first.

 

[saedo]

The ache in my trousers was little assuaged by her emotional protest. In fact, it may have been enhanced. Marie standing before me topless was most appealing.

Still, her obvious effort to control herself warranted a little attention, so I let her make her speech. I stood over her as she rattled on about what others had done to her in the past and tried not to let them tears in her voice trickle down her cheeks.

"Finished?" I mused when she fell silent. "Fine. Then allow me to address a few concerns with what you just said."

I gripped her upper arm as before and spun her perpendicular. This time my palm laid two sharp smacks to her panty-clad ass before turning her back to face me.

"That was for not calling me 'Sir' as instructed," I chided. "Getting emotional doesn't excuse anyone from not showing me the deference I'm owed."

"As to the rest . . . ," I shrugged. "Marie, I am a hard man." I glanced at the massive bulge in my pants and added, "Though I refer not to the obvious at present. Rather, I am a hard man because I am in a hard business in a hard world. If I want to survive, I must be hard.

"So just because you tell me sad story changes nothing. Every week, someone tells me me same sad story. I give an inch to each of you and in a month, I'm six feet under. So no, the facts ain't changed Missy: you owe, so you pay."..

"But how you pay," I continued, "is not without some flexibility. I've made clear that I am in need of satisfaction." I gestured towards my own throbbing erection. "You have in response made clear that you will not allow me that satisfaction from your girls. Since that satisfaction must come from someone, the only someone left is you." I let my index finger rest on her nose for a brief second. "You owe, Marie, you pay."

"Despite my reputation, that does not mean that this satisfaction must be harsh and violent in nature. Last time, you refused. Therefore, I was forceful. If you refuse again, I will be forceful again. But if you don't refuse, I don't have to be forceful. Make sense?"

I pointed to the couch. "Suggestion, then. You take off the rest of your clothes and mine, then we go to couch. I sit down and you ride me. You want to go fast or slow, is your choice. Maybe not hurt that way." I shrugged. "Long as I am satisfied, is okay."