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Whore House Lottery - 2
by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)
***
Mr. Charles was scandalized to discover that The
Cranberry & Lily Brothel, a lesbian brothel down the
road, is using his lottery system to sell special
prizes to horny women. He sets off bent on shutting
these sex-crazed women down, but what will happen
behind those mysterious doors? (Fg, ped, reluc, oral,
bd, ws)
***
Whore House Lottery II: The Cranberry & Lily
Inspired by Paula With Many Thanks!
Mr. Charles scratched his head. He was very irritated.
He had never let dykes into his establishment, not
because he was prejudiced against them but because they
made his clients very nervous. Women reminded these men
of their wives and girlfriends, and made them nervous
and far more likely to buy one of his girls at a fixed
rate and sneak away to fuck in a bad mood than to play
many rounds of the Myrtle City Whorehouse Lottery,
wasting thousands of dollars before they would land on
their favorite slot.
In the absence of women some men would spend an entire
year's salary to finally land on the slot they loved.
For many, this was a golden chance to slip their dick
into a virgin. ("Virgin, no questions asked, one
hour.") This was a slot added only a few times per
year, and always inserted into the lottery wheel after
bets had been made. Mr. Charles had seen men gleefully
spend their family's savings in the hopes of breaking a
young girl's cherry. If the unlucky bastard still
didn't win after that, Mr. Charles would fix the wheel
and give them one last spin. Nobody left the Myrtle
City Whorehouse frowning.
Other men enjoyed the slightly less rare "fuck her
pregnant!" They would lay their money down and, upon
winning, go spend a few happy hours dumping their sperm
into one of his pretty young girls, trying their
damndest to father a baby with the whore. The lucky
winner would be provided with a fertility chart for the
girl and be allowed three uninterrupted hours to use at
his digression.
If the client didn't manage it after that it was
because of no fault of the house. Once the bastard was
born, it was not looked upon as the man's child but as
his prize, a trophy in honor of his virility, a trophy
he would be proud to let other men fuck in a few years'
time. In fact, Mr. Charles had yet to meet the man who
would not fuck his own daughter at the whorehouse,
provided that was the slot the lottery wheel landed on.
For some other men this meant that they would lay down
pile of cash after pile of cash, landing on boring
slots like "blow job, tongue ring" and "hand job,"
before giving up and cashing in on his winnings with a
defeated sigh.
Mr. Charles liked both kinds of client very well, well
enough to keep women far away, even wealthy women who
would have liked very well to try their spin at some of
the colorful slots. Until recently it hadn't been an
issue. Money was good- very good- and the prostitutes
were well-behaved. The cops were all paid off and the
young man his daughter Sun Mai had spent time getting
to know was now a regular customer. They gave him a
hefty discount but he stayed away from the lottery
wheel, preferring the high-priced blow jobs Sun Mai
gave so well to anything else. Mr. Charles certainly
understood that.
Sun Mai couldn't do much more than give blowjobs at the
moment, because she was seven months pregnant with Mr.
Charles's child/grandchild. Mr. Charles had provided
her with the best prenatal care and, despite the odds,
the unborn girl was healthy and coming along normally.
It made Mr. Charles rock stiff to think about what this
baby would look like, this child with his child, but he
had resolved not to stick his cock in the baby girl
after she had had her period.
He did not usually take foolish risks. Until she was in
her teens, however... Sun Mai still allowed him to fuck
her, although it was uncomfortable for her now. Mr.
Charles liked to imagine he was fucking both of them,
that in pushing his cock so close to the baby he was
preparing her for the taste of her grandfather's spunk,
the sensation of his cock bumping into her. If
anything, sex with Sun Mai was better now than it had
ever been.
***
Yesterday Dr. Banist, the whores' gynecologist and
pediatrician to the young ones, had told Mr. Charles
about Cranberry & Lily Brothel, a lesbian-only
whorehouse just five miles downtown of the Myrtle City.
Apparently they had been huge in Miami for years but
had moved to take advantage of far lower property
rates. Mr. Charles hadn't been concerned, until Dr.
Banist whispered just how much he estimated the dykes
were raking in. It wasn't much compared to what the
Myrtle City earned, but it was certainly vastly more
than the "straight" brothels in Myrtle City- that is,
the ones that only employed women over 18 and didn't
need to spend a quarter of their income bribing cops.
He pondered all this as he bent little Charity over
until she touched her toes so he could fuck her pussy
from behind, which always felt extraordinary when he
was stressed or upset. She didn't move, but made tiny
grunting sounds as he eased inside her childish cooch.
Despite being fucked numerous times every day, the 10-
year old girl was still small enough that her pussy
pinched deliciously around a man's dick and it always
felt like the first time. With the child's angelic
curly hair and sweet innocent face she was very, very
popular around the house. Mr. Charles eagerly
anticipated this one being of breeding age. She had
very good genes.
"What do you think about those dykes opening shop so
close to my brothel, Charity?" he asked, as he finally
made it in until his nutsack was resting against her.
He pulled back and pushed in again, not in any hurry.
Charity didn't respond- she was too well-trained. A
smart girl like Sun Mai could speak during sex and make
it pleasant for both parties, but a sweet little dummy
like Charity had to keep quiet and let a man say what
he wished. She could cry if she liked- many men
professed to adore the tastes and sounds of her crying-
but she mustn't speak, unless a client requested that
she beg, or say dirty words. In fact, Mr. Charles
thought that might be nice right about now.
"Tell me what I'm doing, sweetheart. Talk to me, baby."
He picked up his pace a little bit, keeping pressure on
the girl's back so she'd stay at a pleasant angle.
"You're fucking me, Papa. You like how my pussy feels."
It always made him so hot when she said the words,
although usually he was too busy or tired to bother.
"How does it feel for you, Charity? How does it feel
with my penis inside you? I want you to be honest." Of
course he didn't really want her to be honest, and of
course she knew this. Sun Mai trained all the young
girls herself, and they had been through every possible
scenario.
"It hurts but it feels real nice. I like when you put
the wet stuff on my pussy and I hope you squirt lots of
yummy semen deep inside me when you're done." Fuck,
Charity was talented. She managed to say the script not
only convincingly but with real love. Mr. Charles was
not her father- he had fathered surprisingly few of the
girls at the brothel, considering he fucked every
single one of them at one point or another- but he was
the closest thing she'd ever know. With as many men had
screwed her mother it would take a team of detectives
with unlimited resources to figure it out, not that it
mattered. Mr. Charles had always taken care of Charity.
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to finish in your
mouth, honey?" he asked, with a glint of cruelty. He
knew Charity hated the taste of cum more than anything
else, but he was feeling particularly frisky and the
lesbian brothel issue was making him mean.
"I love it when you finish in my mouth, Papa, it feels
so good. Please, if you're finished and want to fuck my
mouth, please...um... fuck my mouth." Oops- she
faltered there. Ideally she should have said all this
with a new burst of enthusiasm, but Mr. Charles
supposed he could forgive her the mistake. He pulled
out of the girl's hot little cunt and helped her to her
knees, where he plunged into her mouth, almost ready to
finish. In just a few strokes he felt his balls tense,
and he stroked the girl's hair as he emptied them into
her throat.
She gulped diligently and only her eyes betrayed her
disgust. A thin, milky trail leaked from the tip of his
dick down the corner of her mouth as he pulled out and
Mr. Charles watched as she licked it up like it was ice
cream. The girl was a real little pro. He smacked her
on the ass on her way out and told her to make Sun Mai
let her watch whatever she wanted on TV that night. She
walked with a little limp, as she always did after a
good fuck. Her tiny ass jiggled pleasingly. She would
be fine in an hour.
His mind cleared, he dressed in his finest casual suit
and headed into his Mercedes. He wanted Cranberry &
Lily's profit margin, and he was more than willing to
use the sway he had with the local police to get them
to agree to a merger if he had to.
He arrived at the address in practically no time at
all- the two places were practically neighbors. He
noticed immediately that the bumper sticker theme
seemed pretty consistent- the rainbow flag, the little
equal sign for the Human Rights Campaign- yep, he was
in lesbo territory alright. He admired their security
system- one camera, one guard on the outside. Simple
and elegant. It made him a bit embarrassed about Myrtle
City's getup, which employed fully 15 full-time guards
and a million dollar security system. He wondered how
they avoided getting ripped off.
The guard, whom he had been sure was a hefty man, was
instead a very burly woman with enormous breasts he
couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. Mr. Charles
grinned. "I'm here to see your madame, madame."
The valkyrie-like beast shook her head slowly and
indicated to the camera. He chuckled and addressed the
equipment. "Mr. Charles, proprietor of the Myrtle City
Whore House, here to check out the competition. A good
will mission. Utterly harmless."
There was a pause, and then a voice over the intercom.
"Mr. Charles, lovely to see you. Please come around
back." Mr. Charles obliged, and walked to a dingy door
in the back of the brightly-lit building. He heard the
heavy sound of a lock, and the door opened.
It was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with
the exception of Sun Mai. Her skin was a dusky brown
the luminous color of a church pew, and she had
absolutely perfect breasts, high and perky and full as
luminous moons. He instantly appreciated that she wore
nothing over them, not a scrap of fabric to mar those
gorgeous orbs. With a great deal of effort he managed
to look up to her face. It was familiar, like the face
of so many purchasable women he had dealt with. He had
to remind himself that he was here to assess her
business and ruthlessly take it over. He had to remind
himself that she did not belong to him, and not to
reach out and squeeze those fantastic tits.
They shook hands, and the woman smiled with affection.
"Mr. Charles. I am the madame of this house, and I'm
delighted to meet you. Please call me Miss Divine. I
have been expecting you, and I'd like very much to give
you a tour."
They walked in together and it was immediately evident
that this part of the brothel wasn't an area for
clients. It was a narrow and somewhat dark alley that
strongly reminded him of his own whore house system for
spying on clients and his girls through two-way
mirrors. Once they came upon one such window he
realized that was exactly what it was. Out from the
narrow glass he could see a room full of women, whores
and clients both.
It seemed like a convivial atmosphere, with the clients
and prostitutes chatting before heading upstairs
together, hand in hand. The women all seemed legit,
adults of legal age, willing and happy to be there.
This both pleased and disappointed him. He was pleased
because this meant they were no competition for his
girls, and disappointed because he had expected
something that would knock his socks off.
He heard the gorgeous woman laugh pleasantly. "Of
course, this is what most of our ladies get, beautiful
women who will lick them and fuck them the best way
money can buy. But it's not where our real profit comes
from and you know it."
He had not known it, but he was happy to go along. "So,
Miss Divine, you lovely thing, where does the profit
come from?"
"Follow me." They walked down the long corridor, and
through the mirrors he saw women tied to bed posts with
thick dildos vibrating in their pussies as their
partners sucked on their breasts. He saw a pair of
women in a sixty-nine position, neither of whom seemed
to have a single hair on their bodies. He even saw a
beautiful, busty woman with her legs spread wide open,
as a whore stood over her and peed a thick yellow
shower into her swollen pussy.
It wasn't his thing, but the look of ecstasy on
client's face made him consider adding "water works" to
the lottery wheel back at home. He imagined there were
many men who would love to piss in little Charity's
mouth and cunt. She'd probably prefer it, too, given
the option.
Finally they walked down a narrow flight of stairs, and
up to a larger, brighter scene through the two-way
mirror. Here was a very different scene entirely, which
answered a few of his questions.
Crowded around a lottery wheel very similar to the
Myrtle City wheel were a group of women, and milling
about these women were small, scantily-dressed girls.
Ranging from what looked to be a five year-old with
angel blond hair to a tall, rail-thin black girl with
barely budding breasts, none of these girls looked old
enough to be left at home without a babysitter.
They were obviously sex slaves, and yet they all looked
genuinely happy, with big smiles on their faces. A
knobby-kneed redhead with a smear of what looked like
grape juice on her lip was kneeling in front of a
slightly chubby brunette, licking at her little snatch
like a happy dog. The brunette looked giddy as a clam,
humping with little girl eagerness at her friend, her
hands tangled in the copper hair.
Mr. Charles looked at his hostess. "Miss Divine, you
have stolen my lottery idea. This does not make me
pleased."
Miss Divine giggled in a way that reminded him strongly
of Sun Mai when she was in one of her rare silly moods.
"Oh, Mr. Charles, decide when we're done with the tour.
We may have some ideas they you'd wish to implement in
your own brothel after we're through."
"I seriously doubt that, Miss Divine. I run a very
successful business."
The madame smiled gently. "You certainly do, Mr.
Charles. Look, that's Betsy Hubbord, about to place her
bet." They watched as an older woman pushed forward a
wad of cash and pointed to number nine on the board,
what Mr. Charles could read to say "double-sided dildo,
any size, any hole." He laughed out loud.
"Why, that's Betsy Hubbord." Mr. Hubbord, a prominent
member of the Myrtle City Council, had been frequenting
the Myrtle City Whore House for a solid decade, and
preferred threesomes and fingers up his ass. Mr.
Charles vaguely remembered that he had fathered one of
his less talented whores; a sullen, sickly thing Mr.
Hubbord enjoyed paying market value to face-fuck once a
month or so.
Mr. Charles had tried the girl out himself and had been
very unsatisfied. The girl had had gagged when he tried
to deep-throat her and she had thrown up afterwards.
Mr. Charles figured this was a way for Mr. Hubbord to
connect with his daughter. Anyway, it was delightful to
see that his client's wife got to have her fun, too.
The wheel spun, but it did not land on the slot Mrs.
Hubbord desired. The board stopped briefly at "oral, 2
hour limit" a couple of times, slowly passed the
undesirable "mutual masturbation," and landed finally
on "finger bang, three finger limit," which flashed on
a bright board, and Mrs. Hubbord nodded in assent. That
made Mr. Charles laugh too- her husband would play
round after round until he got a slot he wanted.
The more Mr. Charles scanned the room, the more he saw
strange-looking girls. Girls with blue and purple hair.
Girls with initials tattooed onto their hairless
crotches. Girls dressed entirely in fur. One girl wore
a burkka with a conspicuous hole cut out of the front.
Miss Divine gave her guest a gentle push forward so
they could continue the tour. "You see, we have a
distinct advantage and a distinct drawback. Since our
girls are only allowed contact with women, we cannot
breed our own replacements. Thus, we have become... a
sort of orphanage."
They walked up to a mirror outside what looked like a
dorm room, but with various implements on the bedside
tables- titty clamps, dildos of all colors and shapes,
anal beads, lubricant, gags. Several of the girls were
asleep, and he could see that in every bed with a girl,
a naked woman lay sleeping as well, legs intertwined.
"You whore them out while they're sleeping? I didn't
know people would pay for that."
Miss Divine shook her head. "No, those are the girls'
mentors. We adopt orphans from all over the world-
India, China, Africa, Eastern Europe, South America,
the ghettos of our own city. These girls are saved from
a life of crime, early pregnancy, and probably death.
We bring them here, settle them down, and assign them a
mentor."
Mr. Charles watched one of the beds, in which a young
girl began to sniffle and cry. The woman beside her, a
deeply tanned blond, burrowed below the covers. Mr.
Charles could see her head stop where he imagined the
girl's vagina was and stay there. The girl immediately
quieted and smiled dreamily.
They moved further in the hall, and stopped at the next
mirror. A very small, very thin girl was dressed in
what appeared to be swaths of black leather. A string
of anal beads poked from her little round bottom as she
leaned over a woman lounging on the bed. She appeared
to be dripping hot wax on the woman's wide-spread
thighs. The breath caught in Mr. Charles throat as what
had been a half-stalk rose to a full erection.
"The girls' mentors teach them everything from math and
science to the proper way to push a cucumber into a
woman's pussy. From the time we get them we teach them
how good it feels to have a woman's tongue on their
bodies, in their bodies. We teach them that pleasure
means rewards, and to love and respect one another. Oh-
you're hard. Well, go ahead, Mr. Charles, I wouldn't
mind a bit. By all means."
Mr. Charles unzipped his fly and stared at the lithe
little girl in her leather and gag. She dripped more
wax on the woman, inching up her body to the woman's
breasts. The woman was breathing very heavily, her
chest heaving. She reached forward to the girl, pushing
aside the leather bikini bottom to stick a finger into
the child. The girl obliged, sinking further onto the
digit and moving closer to the woman. Mr. Charles
rubbed his hand up and down his shaft, imagining his
own fingers inside the child.
"The girls are always loved and protected. When they
reach 18 they are presented with a choice. They may
either stay and continue to work for the brothel, or
they may be sent off to school."
As the girl in the mirror poured some of the wax on
herself, she moved even closer to her client and began
to buck up and down on the offered fingers. Mr. Charles
pulled eagerly at his dick. Suddenly the girl, as if
ordered, pulled away from the woman and shoved the
unburning end of the candle deep into her client's
wide-open and leaking cunt. The sight of the thick
candle being pushed upward by this child whore made him
cum in shocking and satisfying waves over his fingers.
He thrust forward into his hand, ejaculating in unison
with the woman, who shook uncontrollably as the girl
heaved in sympathy, her own fingers inside her now. His
cock twitched and sputtered, and he imagined his sticky
cum landing on the skinny girl's face, dripping down
her cheeks, splashed into her mouth.
He opened his eyes and licked at his spunk. Bitter,
with a hint of lemon. Not unpleasant, though. He
accepted the handkerchief from Miss Divine gladly, and
waited a moment before speaking.
"The girls... surely most of them choose to go to
school."
Miss Divine shook her head. "The other girls have
become the girl's sisters, and her mentor has become
both her lover and her mother. Some girls, the most
ambitious and intelligent, do leave. But many come
back. That woman you just saw in there is Sarah
Kyrgiskaya, our legal council. She grew up with us in
Miami."
Mr. Charles stared. That woman was a lawyer?
They moved forward past a few empty rooms and settled
on a softly-lit, dark blue chamber. Spread out on a
rack was a jet black girl with shock red hair tied in
bright red ribbons. Miss Divine spoke of her tenderly.
"That's Mara. She came from the Sudan, and we adopted
her three weeks before her tribe would have ritually
circumcised her. She would have been scarred forever.
It turns out that she's a very kinky little treasure."
Mr. Charles could see that the girl had a little pink
vibrators strapped into her mouth, sticking into her
pussy, and visible from her asshole. She was totally
naked, and her toenails and fingernails were bright and
sparkled.
"We let them pick what they wear," Miss Divine
explained with a chuckle. Now it was she who touched
herself, her dusky cheeks blushed as she pressed her
index and middle finger into her cleft through her
skirt. "That's my little girl, my little Mara. There
was never a little girl in the world happier to have
her own clit."
A very tall, very leggy woman wearing very spiky high
heeled shoes turned the girl's rack a click and pulled
the vibrator from the girl's snatch. She pushed a
different, rapidly shaking vibrator, about a half inch
thicker, into the girl, who spasmed in obvious pleasure
as her limbs were stretched.
"When she was a baby I would lick her awake in the
morning and she would always have the biggest smile on
her little face. I put her first dildo in when she
started to walk, a little pencil-thin number she called
Mr. Silly we keep to train them on. It got to where she
wouldn't get dressed if I didn't put Mr. Silly inside
her, and when I came home from shopping one day I found
her on the bed with one of my full-sized ribbed dildos
in her snatch. She's probably my best find."
The leggy woman pulled out a feather thin whip and
began to lightly strike the child across the stomach.
Mr. Charles was shocked to find himself hard again, but
it might have had something to do with Miss Divine
leaning against the back wall, her skirt up over her
hips, plumbing her fingers inside herself as she
watched her favorite child and lover beaten by this
paying customer.
Once she was done striking the child, the woman pulled
out the larger vibrator, but this time she did not
replace it. The girl's hole pulsated at the loss, as
though begging to be filled again. The client raised
her spiked heels, and Mr. Charles winced in sympathy as
the woman rested her foot on Mara's crotch and eased
the heel inside her hole. She pulled back and pushed
inside again, and laughed as the girl whimpered. Mr.
Charles had enough experience that he knew that despite
what the client might think, the girl was whimpering
with desire rather than from pain. He was very
impressed.
Mr. Charles saw then observed the client push a double-
sided dildo into herself. She pulled her heel from
Mara's snatch, and leaned over the roped girl. She
pushed the dildo inward, into that pulsing hole, and
began to thrust over the girl's taught and stretched
body.
Mr. Charles heard his hostess's breath quicken, and
looked over at her as she shuddered over her long
fingers. He saw a long stream of pussy juice leak down
her thigh and imagined fucking the striking Miss Divine
himself, perhaps racked and plugged like pretty little
Mara. "Mara... Mara..." the woman muttered, and she
stared at the woman pushing deep inside her girl and
shoved her fingers into herself with abandon.
After a minute of this the shuddering shopped. Miss
Divine licked her fingers but did not take her eyes off
the fucking couple, woman and girl, through the glass.
"Tastes a bit like lemon. I've always found my juices
very pleasant," she spoke, her breath ragged.
The tall woman finished inside the child, thrusting
forward in a few last shuddering ruts with that
laughably large dildo in such a small girl. She
unstrapped herself, but left the dildo inside the girl
where it wobbled and swung. She stepped over the rack,
pulled the vibrator from the girl's mouth, and
positioned herself over the child's face. As Mr.
Charles watched, stunned, the woman released a steady
trickle of urine into the girl's mouth, all of which
was swallowed. And the girl was pissing herself too, a
trickle almost imperceptible around the thick plastic
dildo, shining and dripping with cunt juice.
They moved on.
"Surely that's not part of your lottery system," he
gulped, the image of the deep black girl with the
swaying dildo imprinted upon his memory.
Miss Divine shook her head. "No, Mara is too talented
to be bargained like that. She'll go on the board for
things like waterworks and double-sided dildos, but for
a torture session with double penetration and piss the
whole package goes for roughly $35,000. It drives Mara
crazy since it's her favorite thing in the world, but
it's got to stay rare or it won't be worth as much."
She shrugged. "Some girls are born to be whores. Thank
God those monsters in the Sudan didn't get to her
first."
They reached the back door again. Mr. Charles got the
feeling that there was much more to the brothel, but
that he had seen all he was allowed to see for the
night. He felt sad to leave this place, but full of
ideas he couldn't wait to try back at the Myrtle City.
Miss Divine reached out to shake his hand, and Mr.
Charles gently took the woman's index finger in his
mouth. It did taste lemony, just like his.
"Miss Divine, I came here to figure out how to shut you
down, but I think we'll do just fine as friendly
neighbors, wouldn't you say?"
Miss Divine pulled the finger back out of Mr. Charles's
mouth, not unkindly, and winked. "I'm certain of that,
Mr. Charles. I wouldn't have invited you here if I
thought otherwise."
Mr. Charles practically hopped into his Mercedes, his
sense of professionalism so pleased by what he had
witnessed. This woman wasn't taking any of his business
from him. He mentally planned to give the Cranberry &
Lily Brothel a few of his girls when too many of his
whores got pregnant at once. Maybe he could get Miss
Divine to trade Mara for a dozen fresh whores. His dick
twitched and thickened. He doubted he could get one of
his girls to enjoy a torture session like that as much
as little Mara, but he was sure going to try.
Miss Divine walked Mr. Charles leave, satisfied at the
results of the tour. She had known that she and Mr.
Charles would get along. He was her father, after all,
and she remembered him well even though she and her
young mother had run away from Myrtle City when she had
been little more than a baby. She remembered the
scratchy feeling of his fingers inside of her. She
remembered the bitter lemony taste of his cum, so like
her own.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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