The Most Exquisite Whore in the World

Image by Alexandr Ivanov from Pixabay

Image by Alexandr Ivanov from Pixabay

The Brute picked up the corset and looked over to me.

“Clean her up and dress her.”

“No!” the Patron’s Daughter shrieked. “I’m not wearing that!”

The Brute stepped forward and gripped her grimy face in one of his thick hands.

“The only choice you have is to come here or stay away. But once you walk through that door, you don’t make decisions. If I tell you to do something, you do it.”

“No!”

The Brute pushed her away.

“Then get out.”

My heart sank, and even the Patron’s Daughter was confused.

“I don’t understand!”

“It’s simple. I want you and Addie to leave, and I don’t want you back until you obey me.”

The Patron’s Daughter shook her head, but the Brute shrugged and turned his back.

I felt a pain in my chest and realized it was my heart grieving as the ache came back to my loins. The sensation was bizarre because it was how I felt every time I saw the Noble Son, knowing he was out of reach.

It was the soul of yearning, and it was bizarre that the Patron’s Daughter would pine for the repugnant beast of a man standing before her.

“I give you one minute before I physically throw you out.”

Having no wish to be bodily removed, I stepped forward, gripped the Patron’s Daughter by the arm, and pulled her with me out the door.

She didn’t resist, dazed as she was, and I could feel her yearning sear through me.

Before we came out of the woods, I guided her to the river.

“You need to wash these stains out of your gown first,” I whispered. “It’s warm enough you won’t catch a chill on your way home.”

At the river, I did the best I could to get the stains of man juice and vomit from her dress, soaking those stains as best I could until I couldn’t smell the stench any longer.

The chill of the water, brought the Patron’s Daughter back to her senses. As we came out of the woods, she handed over two of the gold coins she brought.

I accepted without argument, even though what I saw was worth the whole lot. Yet she had had a rough night, and I felt something close to pity for her.

“I’ll be here same time next week,” I said as we came out of the woods. “I’ll wait for half an hour. If you don’t come, I understand.”

After she left, I went back to the barren cabin where the Sorcerer waited.

I was sick with worry that she wouldn’t be there the following week.

“Will you relax?” the Sorcerer chided. “Of course, she’ll be back.”

“You can’t possibly know that for certain.”

“She showed up tonight, didn’t she?”

“She had an orgasm last week. This week didn’t go so well.”

The Sorcerer smiled, his yellowed teeth gleaming.

“Which means she’ll be craving another. Trust me, she’s already surrendered her pride. Would you prefer to waste time lamenting something you need not worry about, or would you rather learn the value of what’s in your pocket, and how to navigate the Capital City once you get there?”

He made a good point.

We changed subjects easily, and I absorbed all he had to teach me.

Of course, the Sorcerer was right.

The Patron’s Daughter was there before I was the following week.

The Brute nodded slowly when we came in, raising his brows slightly as he glanced at me and handed me the strange corset.

The Patron’s Daughter’s fingers trembled as she unlaced the front of her oversized gown and let it drop to the ground, pulling her camisole and bloomers off.

She was even more beautiful naked.

The Patron’s Daughter looked like a goddess.

Her breasts were large and full, standing high on her chest. Her nipples protruded carnality. Her torso tapered to a ridiculously small waist before billowing out into her rounded hips.

She went limp when I encircled my arms around her waist to wrap her in the corset. Her waist was already so small, I pulled the laces tight mating the edges. Rather than squeezing her lungs tight, the corset fit her perfectly.

 Even though he didn’t suggest it, I undid the elaborate roll at the nape of her neck and let her raven hair stream over her shoulders and down to her waist.

Just like that, the Patron’s Daughter metamorphosed into the most exquisite whore in the world.

The corset was obscene, pushing her full breasts as high as her collarbones, her erect nipples jutting towards the sky, the hairy mound of her pubis damp with anticipation.

With her flushed cheeks and glistening eyes, her red mouth parted, the Patron’s Daughter could not wait for what would happen next.

Any doubt that she wanted to be there was done away when I felt the rush in my loins as they opened.