The Dark Angel's Brothel

Inside was a dishevelled girl who obviously had a lot of spirit as she had wrecked the holding room furniture, chairs torn to bits, an attempt to break the door down no doubt. Erik smirked once more and took out his Punjab from inside his coat pocket, something he carried always, as a precaution. Opening the door he anticipated her lunge at the door and caught her neck in the rough rope that bit into her neck. Choking her till she stopped struggling he shut the door with his foot and pushed her up against the wall.
“My name is Erik, but you address me as Master or Sir at all times. Is that understood?” Erik loosed the noose enough to let her speak, holding her wrists easily in one hand above her head. She spat in his face and garbled something in a language unknown to Erik, bringing her knee up to meet his groin. He growled, grinding his teeth together in a way to distract himself from the pain.
“You wench! You’ll learn the hard way to submit. As soon as you learn your place it will stop. You will call me Master or I’ll continue, for days, weeks, months, however long it takes!” He grabbed her and opened the hidden trap door in the holding room, throwing her down into the darkness.

She landed on her back, instantly recoiling in pain as she hit the concrete floor. It was dark, so very dark, but immensely hot, too hot. Everything she touched was hot, she was, the floor, she stumbled to the walls they were hot. Four walls, close together, nothing on the floor, nothing on the walls, one wall was bars but they were the hottest of everything to touch. Screaming for her release she tried to fan herself using her hands but the effort was futile, not even a breeze in the pitch black. Erik had locked his door and glided down the spiral stairs to stand in front of the cell watching her with night vision acquired over so many lonely dark years.
“Girl.” He muttered quietly. She screamed and spun round, facing the wrong way.
“Girl. You will submit to me. They all do.” She screamed angrily in broken English at him kicking at the bars
“You….let…….me……away! Now!”
“So she can talk. Well, then I trust you understand what I’m talking about. I’ll be back in an hour. You’d better be good when I get back.” He left quietly as he had arrived, turning the heat up higher.

Coming back an hour later as he had promised he found the girl laying, spread eagled on the floor, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. At the sound of his voice she leapt up swearing and still angrily shouting.
“Let me go! Let me go! Now, let me go!” He entered the cell silently, twisting her hair around his hand he forced her to follow him to his Doctering Room. Where no girl wanted to go, where Erik did his disciplining.
“You just couldn’t behave could you? I’m going to show you what I could submit you to right after you call me Master.” He threw her onto a table face first, strapping her arms down the legs and her legs bent in stirrups, spreading her legs. Her cheeks heated up, blushing from humiliation already. And Erik hadn’t even started. He blind folded her and lit all his candles that bathed the room in an eerie glow. Selecting a sharp knife Erik cut a line down the back of her dress, cutting the whole thing off neatly and quickly. The holding cell had been unbearably cold, but this room was cold, chilly, goosebumps prickled up her skin. A click and steady drip turned into a gush of water tumbling out of the hose in Erik’s hands.
“Time to wash you. Can’t have filth working for me now, can we?” Turning the hose on her at an average force she cried out at the cold temperature, writhing, trying to get away from the constant spray. He washed her back and managed to turn her over to wash her front too. She cringed as his hands washed between her legs, the cold hose rinsing her out. Erik turned around turning the hose off for a moment and rummaged in his box for a small but plug with an air tight hole in the middle. Threading the hose though the hole he returned to the girl and rubbed her puckered entrance with his finger softly. It reacted against him but he pursued, spitting on his finger he rubbed that in to provide some lubrication before beginning to push the toy in. She squirmed and screamed at him to stop struggling hard against the leather straps but it was useless. Erik exerted more pressure and a strong push got the bulge of the toy through the tight ring of muscles, it settled in the groove and Erik took his hands away.
“This is quite necessary, all part of the cleaning process. Its going to feel quite uncomfortable.” He warned her, though he doubted she heard him over the sound of her own voice. He turned the hose on and hummed quietly waiting patiently wile arranging his toys in an easily accessible order. The girl whimpered as the fluid quickly filled her bowls, her stomach cramping and nausea churning up her stomach.
“Stop, Stop!” She shouted at him, but Erik merely shrugged and didn’t answer her till he was satisfied it was enough. When she was crying he put a bucket beneath her and released the hose scrunching up his nose at the contents of the bucket as he chucked it into the drain.
“Now we can properly start. Get used to those. All the girls have them daily, before breakfast or after, it’s your choice. Moving on to more important things.” He trailed the tips of his fingers down from her collar bone to her navel, she squeaked and squirmed but he ignored her.
“You will make a very good girl when you are ready. Pretty, fit, slender, beautiful.” He nodded agreeing with himself. “Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Let me explain what you will have as one of my girls. You will live in a dormitory with the other girls and have your own bed, roof over your head and as much food as you wish. Bearing in mind that with the latter, your body is your highest, if not only asset, so you must keep it in good shape. I get a high percentage of your wages to keep everyone here, pay off the building, buy more girls to expand etc. You understand? I treat all my girls with great respect, they call e Master or Sir, they have a roof, food and an interesting job. I protect all of you from abuse that you may suffer at the hands of some less than respectable clients. They are downstairs kept in cells no bigger than that one over there. I am offering to you now, to simply submit to me, its not a pride thing, I’m not asking you for anything but to allow you to have a job and a chance to live. As a slave you know you could have ended up any where, but I chose you, one of the few lucky ones. Other slaves are sold for slave labour, hard, back breaking work. Here, the more you work the more you eat. You keep a percentage of your money and you can buy whatever you want with it, make enough, you could even rent your own room from me! I’m a kind and gentle Master and demand nothing of your services myself unless they are willingly offered. Now, just call me Master, and I won’t have to pull out my last resort.” She looked at him, truly considering his offer. But pride as usual got in her way, she was from a richer family than this, a prisoner of a gang war, robbed of her pride and money but nothing more she was put on the salve market to be sold to the highest bidder.
“I can’t. I am a free born woman.”
“But are free no longer! Don’t you understand, you belong to me, whether you submit of not. If you will not submit, you are worthless to me for you won’t work and I will keep you with less respectful company.”
“Nothing could be less than you, filthy animal!” She growled.
“Animal? Animal! You want that then do you? Fine, that can be arranged. I hope you are still able to work when he’s done with you. I am no animal, I am a gentlemen but animal you want, animal you get!” Erik spat untying her from the table and standing her up leading her to a small barred cell within his Doctering Room.

Erik stormed into the next room, a room lined with individual barred cells. In half of the cells were men, wearing ragged clothes that did nothing for modesty. All previous clients who had abused Erik’s girls and were saved for instances like this.
“Dogs. I have one girl who thinks I’m an animal, I want her to see a real animal. I need one of you dogs to do me a favour.” One man in the tattered remnants of a shirt and shorts came up to the bars and hung his arms out over the edges.
“What’s in it for us?”
“You are being given free range of a girl, to show her who the true villains are.” At that point there were numerous offers but there was only one man that now caught his attention.
“You, there, in the corner.” A figure came to the front, stubbled with dark eyes and longer hair than when he had first come in.”
“What?”
“I’m offering you the chance to have this girl. This girl and your freedom. But, no vaginal intercourse.”
“What?”
“You can’t have her virginity.”
“What about her ass? Can I have that?”
“Fine.” The man came out as Erik released him and Erik remembered who it was. A man who had brutalized one of his girls, in return, Erik had done the same to him. The man had horrible scars across his chest and back from the whipping he was given and was a very violent man with women. Erik showed the man into out of the large room, ignoring the protests of the other men and pushed him into the cell with the girl.
“Anything I want, right?”
“Anything at all. She wants an animal, she wants to see what a real animal is.” Erik agreed sitting on a chair outside the bars, an interesting match indeed.

The man grinned and ignored Erik watching him,
“Hello pretty one. Not behaving hey? Grrr honey.” He grabbed her neck and pushed her face down to the floor. Spitting on his fingers he pushed them straight into her ass savouring the screams of pain and chuckling savagely. He pulled them out and rolled her over, ramming them into her mouth and forcing her to keep her mouth open.
“You use your teeth, and I’ll do worse than that.” Pinning the girl on the floor he straddled her face and pushed his large erection into her mouth. Gagging she tried to push him away but with her hands pinned above her head she was not achieving anything. He flipped her over to her front, pulling her hips up and guided his erection in line with her ass.
“Doing it the animal way, just how you like it baby!” He thrust in quickly, harshly, and plunged down the whole length. She screamed writhing with pure pain, she’d ever had sexual intercourse with anyone, let alone there. So intense that even breath escaped her, screams turning silent as her hands curled into tight fists. Tears running down as she moaned, her face contorted till Erik could no longer put her through any more.

“Stop.” Erik ordered, and much to his surprise the man did without hesitation. “Girl, do you think I could be worse than this?”
“No.” She muttered quietly, then louder “No, you can’t be worse than this Nothing can be worse than this.”
“Alright then, stay there. I’ll move the real animal out of here. Lets go.” He motioned for the man to follow him, and after he licked the back of her neck he pulled out slithering away after Erik. Erik returned alone several minutes later. He looked down at the pitiful creature and offered his hand to help her sit up.
“Girl, just address me with respect and you need never experience that ever again. From anyone. Come here.” He opened his arms and waited for her to come to him. Hesitantly, she crawled further and sobbed into his shoulder while he held her close.
“Was…….horrible…..pain….so much!” He patted her head and nodded
“You see, I’m not an animal. Now, call me Master and we’ll set you up with your trainer and a bed in the dorms.” He nudged her and made her keep eye contact with him. She struggled with it, but when her nether regions ached horribly, her brain gave her a mental kick and she spluttered out
“Master, please, let me stay here?”
“Of course. What’s your name, child?” Erik asked gently as he stroked her hair
“Opium.” Erik jerked softly but passed it off as a cough.
“Really? How interesting! What gave your parents the inspiration?”
“Narcotics. Heavy users. Heavy dealers. Heavy everything.”
“Well, opium, before I set you up with a trainer I’ll show you how different animals are from the gentlemen you will be serving.” Erik slipped his hand across to her breast, the nipple already erect from the chill in the room, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger she felt a funny tingle run from there down to her groin. Unconsciously arching into the hand of an angel he caressed the other, moving over languidly.
“I can show you what working for me will be.” He moved from her swollen breasts down past her navel, through soft hair to part the lips of her sex. He smiled at the moist feeling beneath his fingertips as he brushed past, back and forth over another swollen part of her body. Slowly circling round, moving his head down he laid her down on the floor and suckled softly on her breast, flicking his tongue to mach the actions of his fingers. She moaned and raised her hands to his hair, he flinched but she moved away from his face, from the mask, and closed her eyes smiling. Gently he ran his fingers to part the lips more and dipped his finger in the sweet liquid, raising it to his mouth.
“I knew you would taste this sweet.” He murmured into her breast, he detached himself from her nipple and left a wet trail of kisses down her stomach before letting his tongue taste the nectar of her youth. Her innocence. Like sugar, the sweet, sweet smell of it was all he could take in. He lapped it up, the new taste, the smell, her moans and mewls as he moved fingers and tongue to create the most pleasure as the talented man could. As he lay next to her, her leg brushed up against him and she felt the bulge that made his trousers so tight and shied away immediately remembering the earlier brutality. Erik, always aware, took her hand and placed I gently on himself, letting her squeeze, poke and prod as much as she liked to get comfortable. Opium tugged and pulled at it till she was used to its presence within material and relaxed to more of sweet Erik’s ministrations, that is, till he urged her to start removing his clothes, since she had none. With trembling hands she undid the buttons of his white shirt, one by one, each button she released she was given a reward in a wave of pleasure. Leaving the open shirt on he then nudged her to release the painful constriction in his pants.
“Go on honey, its alright, I won’t hurt you. I’m not an animal. Remember that.” When her hands started to undo the zipper Erik let out a slow exhale, enjoying this girl more than any other. She managed to tug it down and Erik helped her by pulling the lot off leaving him only in his open white shirt.
“How does it work?” She pointed to his genitals. He stopped for a second and looked at her
“Opium, how old are you?” She paused and answered quietly and truthfully
“Well, I turn eighteen in two months. Valentines day actually.”
“And you still haven’t been deflowered? Well, I’ll show you just what everyone talks about. And I won’t tell you what it does, I’ll show you.” He smiled and brought her closer, closing her hand around his member and slowly rubbing it from the tip down letting her repeat the action and giving a few noises to let her know his appreciation. Making sure she knew she was doing okay on her first time. She seemed to get quite enthusiastic and started experimenting, that was the point where he could stop making noises for her benefit and lay back simply enjoying. Opium slipped a hand down to his balls, massaging them, exploring the feel, the tightness of them, the hand already working hard suddenly felt moist and slippery. She looked down to see a drop of clear fluid smeared over the top and a bemused Erik watching her.
“You are actually a natural at this you know.” High praise from the man who ran a brothel with many girls who were regularly with him on any one night. She giggled and asked
“What else does it do?” He smirked and lay put her hands either side of her head positioning himself above her, the ideal angle, the ideal position for her first time. Rubbing two fingers once more to check the lubrication he licked his fingers and kissed her forehead.
“This will be a little uncomfortable but its worth it. Trust me. Feel me child.” He slowly edged himself in, bit by bit, watching her face for every single movement, every muscle twitch. Easing up when it looked too bad until she started moving against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders for balance and just to feel closer, the shirt off one shoulder. The mask on, perfect, white, pristine and such contrast to the flushed face the tenderly kissed her forehead or looked straight into her eyes. Wrapping her legs around she found that every time he dipped in towards her, it went in further, and when it did that, it felt amazing. Like there was a button in there which told the brain that there was nothing in the world but sunshine, flowers and cherubs everywhere. Pulling against him he moaned in her ear.
“How is it?”
“It’s a little tight, a little weird but, oh, wow, that’s so, good.” She moaned happily as he reached between them and touched her gently, softly, so tenderly. Something was happening she didn’t recognise, like a pressure building up, or something tingly that was very much beautiful. Lost for words she was content simply letting the expert do his work, simply letting him give her anything he wanted. Short of breath, damp from perspiration and excitement. Suddenly, a magical thing happened, something she hadn’t experienced before, it was like a damn burst, someone moaning, herself, louder and louder, Erik’s heavy breathing and steady, regular rhythm pushed her over the magical edge into wonderland. He kept rocking while she lay in perfect bliss in hot arms before he seemed to shudder and moan against her, a final thrust just that little bit harder than the rest and a sudden hotness flooded into her. He gave a final moan and rolled off her cradling her in his arms close.
Erik was so intensely involved in this new girl that he failed to sense the other person peeking through the gap in the brick work of the Doctoring Room. Two dark blue eyes watching with jealousy and curiosity, one blink, two and they were gone as quick as they covered the hole.