Part 1

The Lesbian Gang-Rape of Lauren.



Summary: Brandi is a low-class whore who transforms her antagonist Lauren from a powerful prosecutor to a filthy streetwalker. Lauren is raped and sodomized by strap-on dildos, gang-banged into a cum-farting whore, humiliated and blackmailed into joining Madam Victoria’s whorehouse.



By GabLez (gde1967@hotmail.com)



Story Codes: F/F, F+/F, M+/F, masturbation, cum-farting, urination, scat, strap-on dildos, panty-gags, BDSM, nc, reluctant, spanking, size, lingerie, costumes, humiliation, blackmail.



1.



Madam Victoria kept a variety of girls in her whorehouse. She had a broad range of customers with very diverse tastes. Like most high-class Madams, discretion was the cornerstone of her business. Besides very carefully encrypting her black book, there were other measures to assure the confidentiality of her customers. The building was very antiquated and had several hidden passageways both above ground and below. There were also several entrances, all of which could be taken without being observed. Her clientele were as diverse as her girls: there were prominent public figures, the usual array of judges, a mayor or two, clergy, lawyers, but that wasn’t all. She expanded her customer base to include a quite a few women as well. Most of her girls didn’t mind the change from a drooling, hairy, evil-smelling man to a soft, luxurious, sweet smelling woman. Plus, they could have a real orgasm. Many of her girls had affairs with each other: their true sex lives as opposed to their business lives.



The younger, less experienced girls lived together on the third floor and a small attic room that was reached by a narrow, winding stairway. Charlene was a tall, slender blonde with an athletic body; she was the most frequently requested girl. Charlene’s favorite was Lori, a short, slightly plump girl with bobbed black hair and creamy white skin. Lori’s green eyes and 36D breasts were her best assets. Aisha was a Spanish beauty with enormous, slanting eyes that were an unusual shade of sea-green. Her figure was voluptuous, with a muscular, protuberant rump, sloping back and upturned breasts. Her belly was plump but shapely, describing a classic rectangular shape with a slight roll of flesh just above her Mons.



Karen was a well-proportioned Eurasian with the silkiest skin imaginable. Her hair was jet black and she wore it in a variety of styles. Polly was sort of a plain Jane in appearance but a barracuda in the bedroom. She had the thickest, reddest vaginal lips anyone had ever seen, and her flat-chest was complemented by two deep-red bee sting nipples. Her pubic hair was blonde tinged with red. Tammi played the Goth girl, with her black hair and makeup, enormous breasts, and plump body. She always wore a schoolgirl outfit consisting of white uniform blouse, plaid skirt and glossy black platform shoes with white ankle socks that had a fringe around the top. Some of these younger whores were attending college or worked as dancers. There were a few others who sometimes appeared at the house or occupied one of the rooms for a liaison. Some of the girls traveled and met clients in a hotel room, home, or even accompanied them on a vacation.



The older whores didn’t all live in the building. They often stayed for a couple of days when business was ripe, then returned to their own apartments in the city. Brandi and Nikki were the only experienced whores who lived here all the time, besides Victoria who was herself a 48-year-old former streetwalker who rose up through the ranks to become a high-priced bitch. Victoria looked like a cross between a matriarch, librarian and a showgirl. She was mature, with streaks of white in her dark hair, always worn pulled back over her scalp and fastened in a knot at the base of her skull. Her hairstyle, coupled with crow’s feet and a few other signs of aging, gave her face a severe expression. Her eyes were large but always concealed behind her gold-rimmed glasses. She wore her blouses buttoned to the neck. Her jewelry was expensive and very tasteful for an old whore. As for her body, she was slender with the muscular legs of a gymnast or dancer, with a chest that gave her a top-heavy appearance. Like most women who have made carnality their livelihood, Victoria exuded sex from every pore. She was also a vicious sexual sadist.



Brandi had dirty blond hair, medium length, and a slightly chubby body. Her lips were thick and seemed to be forced open by her large and slightly irregular teeth. They were clean and white, but one of her front teeth had a small chip in the corner. She sustained this during a ferocious fight with another girl, who she left unconscious in a dark alley, facedown in a filthy trash pile. Her complexion was creamy, though she looked and acted like she had some rough experiences. Brandi was a tough streetwalker who had left more than one rival on their face. She had met her equal in the young Aisha, who had nearly thrown her chubby antagonist off a bridge but was saved at the last moment by the other girls. Brandi was tough but feminine. She had voluptuous proportions and kept her nails long and carefully manicured- but unpainted. After Madam Victoria, Brandi held the highest authority in this whorehouse.



2.



Most of the sex these girls performed was simple vaginal intercourse and oral sex. Many clients wanted them to use their skilled hands to masturbate them, milk their cocks. A frequent request was to watch them masturbate; occasionally, this was all the clients asked for. For those who could afford the fee, a threesome was another common request. During these sessions, the girls were frequently required to kiss each other, fondle each other’s breasts, or engage in mutual masturbation. A higher fee could buy a client a real Lesbian sex act, in which the girls might perform a 69, straight cunnilingus, or even strap-on dildo intercourse. Anal sex was more expensive because of the pain and the humiliation of being sodomized. Madam Victoria inspected the girls assholes with her finger to determine which of them could be sold as anal cherries. First time or not, their moans and groans were real enough.



Some of the various requests they had fulfilled included: a man who was dressed in women’s clothing while two girls tied him up, called him names, and then sodomized him with a strap-on dildo; another man who had an orgasm from being jabbed with needles in the buttocks and groin; another enjoyed performing cunnilingus on a girl with cum from a previous client leaking from her vagina. Many of their clients had more unusual requests, such as a menstruating or a lactating girl. One regular visitor had a girl urinate on his penis while he masturbated. Another simply urinated on the breasts of one of the well-endowed whores, and left without any actual sexual activity. Other clients might include a masochist who wanted to be cursed at or insulted, slapped around, maybe kicked with high heels. Requests also included girls to be dressed in a certain manner. Madam Victoria had a well-stocked wardrobe for her girls, including nurse uniforms, schoolgirl outfits, athletic wear, girdles, corsets, even a vintage riding habit with crop and a saddle. A few clients bought the whore’s dirty panties, usually with a specific request regarding their condition. All in all, there was practically no sexual act or fetish they had not experienced within the first year at Madam Victoria’s whorehouse.



Several of Madam Victoria’s more affluent clients were women. These were chiefly wealthy executives or the wives of wealthy executives or CEO’s. One of her favorites was a prominent county prosecutor who, like the other women, was married. She may have been aggressive and dominant in her public life, but with her Lesbian whores she was wracked with orgasms only while being abused, insulted, and raped according to her own requests. Seeing her on the 5 o’clock news with a forest of microphones in front of her, dressed in a tailored power-suit and glowering at the camera, her alter-ego made Victoria and her whores scoff with pleasure at their secret knowledge. Like the men they serviced, the more powerful and dominant the women were in real life, the more abuse and domination they required in the boudoir in order to have their precious, expensive orgasms.



With the prevalence of bondage and sadomasochism, Madam Victoria’s establishment was equipped with a fully-furnished and accessorized dungeon. This dungeon was most popular among her female clients, who begged to be gagged, trussed-up, whipped, spanked, hung from the wall or rafters, often wrapped in cellophane like a salami in a butcher shop, and otherwise tortured like the victims of an inquisition. The prosecutor was particularly masochistic in her requests: she liked to be hogtied in her expensive power-suits as one or more women slapped her and spit in her mouth before ball-gagging her, urinating on her crisp blouse and on her gabardine-encased buttocks, raping her with fingers, tongues and strap-on dildos, then stripping her. She would then be made-up and dressed like the nastiest street whore before an old inoperable BetaCam was rolled in for her latest press conference. She was tied against a pole, while the ball-gag was plucked from her mouth.



They would ask her questions such as, How do you prefer sex? She would answer, I like a fat greasy strap-on girl cock rammed up my ass, then I like to wrap my lips around it and suck on it when it’s all filthy because I’m a nasty whore. Please untie me and rape my ass like the nasty slut that I am. Pleeeeaaasseee I’m begging you!. She would be released from her pole-tie and prance around in her slutty 6-inch stiletto heels and clothes two sizes too small for her. In one of her more masochistic modes, she was lashed to an iron spit with a ball-gag in her mouth and turned as if she were a spit-roasting pig. Besides the drool leaking from her ball-gagged mouth, her pussy was dribbling on the floor. Her face was smeared with the saliva rolling across it as she was turned, and her belly and thighs were glistening with the secretions of her masochistic excitement.



3.



Lauren was the name of this masochist. She had thick red lips, slightly oversized perfectly regular teeth, with a silky smooth, creamy white complexion that was luminous under her black hair. There was a hair stylists in the building next door, where a woman could enter either in the front or rear, where there were numerous parking spaces entered by the street behind or by driving through a narrow alley adjacent to the building. Madam Victoria owned the property, including the building where the hairdresser’s was located. Her clients were often told to enter through a rear door of the hairdresser’s which led to an underground corridor connecting the two buildings. The parking area was surrounded on three sides by brick buildings, all of them warehouses or shops with a few grimy, nearly opaque windows. These buildings were closed at night and on most weekends. Anyone could gain access to the whorehouse and not be seen. Lauren would typically drive in with a rented car, park for the evening and leave when she was finished, without the slightest apprehension of being recognized even in her power suits straight from the office or following one of her notorious press conferences.



One thing Lauren had never anticipated was encountering one of her victims. She handled high-profile cases such as murders and kidnappings. The people she dealt with were locked away from society forever. When she was starting out in her position, she worked briefly as a public defender. A certain client of hers was a hardcore, very tough street whore named Brandi. To Lauren, the job was beneath her dignity and she let the cocky little whore sail through the courts to a jail cell. She didn’t appreciate Brandi’s little come-ons and innuendo. How dare this filthy little slut lust after her and make such crude suggestive comments Ms Lauren, you have such a plump round ass How do you keep your nipples so hard, poking through that crepe blouse like that?. Such thick lips, they could wrap around…. The slut even went so far as to put a price on her You could get 200 an hour, easy. What really pissed her off were Brandi’s little air-kisses, puckering her lips at her and asking her if she wanted to go slumming for a night of hard Lesbian sex.



Lauren was relieved when the whore went upstate for 6 months for stabbing another streetwalker, though she realized it was self-defense. One less street whore polluting the streets, and more importantly, her office. One evening, she passed Brandi in a corridor leading to the dungeon. Lauren did not pay her any notice, but Brandi’s heart was pumping so hard she felt light-headed. Furthermore, Madam Victoria had informed her that she was to service one of high-class clients that night. She knew it was Lauren, and the time was ripe to exact revenge after four or five years, she was seething.



Nikki was as experienced on the streets as Brandi, and was just as tough. There were rival streetwalkers with chipped teeth and scars from crossing Nikki’s path as an adversary. A few of them ruined their panties with fear when Nikki cornered them, and this only turned her on. Their wide eyes, runny noses, trembling lips, the smell of fear, all this turned her instantly into a rutting pig. Looking into their eyes as they whimpered, hearing the swish or dribble of liquid or the sputtering farts, followed by a certain smell, all this made Nikki’s pussy pulsate and gush with sadistic pleasure. With the whore completely at her mercy, Nikki would run her lips over hers, whisper in her ear, squeeze a breast, tweak a nipple. At Brandi’s prompting, Nikki’s sadistic viciousness was about to be unleashed on Lauren.



4.



Brandi rushed into Nikki’s room without knocking. The lights were off and the room was illuminated only by a street lamp shining through the Venetian blinds. Brandi heard the bed squeak and the sheets rustle. A low moan came from a shadow. Brandi stood still and silent as she watched and listened. The sheets delineated the outline of Nikki’s delicious globular rump, which was rotating in slow circular humping motions. As Brandi’s eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, her girlfriend’s masturbation came into focus. Brandi could discern the blue eye-shadow of Nikki’s closed eyelids, the red high heels poking out the bottom of her blanket, and her deep-red lips sucking on the fingers of her left hand while her right arm was tucked underneath her. Clearly, Nikki was humping her fingers along with a thick pillow or two she had stuffed beneath her.



She was moaning lightly Brandi heard the low mmmmm ahhhhhh mmmmm as Nikki slurped and sucked her own juices from her fingers. She could even hear the faint liquid sounds and slappings, both from the fingers in her mouth and those digging in her wet cunt. After a pause, her hips worked harder, pumping up and down with a slight rotation. The fat rump rose obscenely high as she arched her back, drawing in her knees and moving her other arm beneath her. Nikki was humping both her hands, and her body was making rocking motions side to side as she readjusted her position. Her humping motions gave way as she raised her ass to a perverse height, with her face in her pillow. She was biting the slipcase as it muffled her groans. Brandi could see the motions of her hands working on her cunt and ass, moving around under the blanket behind her upraised rump. The pumping of her fingers (or a dildo?) was making squishing and sucking noises. Her high heeled shoes were clacking together and the bed was squeaking. She brought her right hand out and the fingers were glistening wet in the faint light. One by one, Nikki sucked the juices from each finger with a lip-smacking gesture.



Brandi approached the bed from the rear, and bent over Nikki’s squirming, moaning body. The heat and smell were intense. Nikki’s eyes opened as she sensed Brandi’s presence Huh? Brandi smacked her hard on her upraised ass. WHUMP! Nikki’s mouth opened wide though no sound came out, only a straining intake of breath. There was a crackling in her throat and her body shivered After moaning plaintively, her ass still high in the air, she begged Brandi, mmmmm, hurt me! HURT ME! Pleeeaasssee do it…. Brandi answered, Not now! Not now! Later I have something better for you, listen