The Most Exquisite Whore in the World

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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.

A Moment of Truth

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“Drink.”

It was a command, but I hesitated.

“I’ve never had liquor before.”

“Congratulations, Addie. You’re a big girl now.”

The Brute stared me down until I picked up the small glass with the sharp smells and drops of our blood. I didn’t dare ask him what the blood exchange was about or defy him.

Holding my breath, I threw my head back as I swallowed. Tears came to my eyes. Even in haste, there was no escaping the foul taste of that liquor.

I suppressed the urge to retch when the cursed spirits hit my stomach.

The Patron’s Daughter shook her head vehemently.

“What’s wrong, fancy girl?” the Brute taunted. “Have you a weaker backbone than Addie here?”

“I’ve had liquor before, but I’m not drinking anything with blood in it. That’s disgusting!”

“You’re making a sacred covenant. You want your true desire? Then drink.”

“I didn’t come here to make a sacred anything.”

The Patron’s Daughter started to cross her arms, but the Brute gripped her wrist.

His menacing voice was low as he continued.

“Be good, fancy girl, and I promise you as much bloodless liquor as you like.”

I expected the Patron’s Daughter to throw the spirits soiled with my blood in the Brute’s face. I couldn’t believe it when she actually obeyed.

Her face grew pale.

But she still took the glass and threw the liquor down her throat. Her eyes watered when she swallowed, and she shuddered. Then she sighed and pushed her glass forward for more.

I shook my head when he glanced at me. The Brute raised his brows slightly, and I knew it was time to retreat to a corner in the shadows.

The Brute filled both their glasses.

“Try sipping it this time,” he suggested. “You’ll savor the taste more.”

Without warning, the Brute came around the table, unbuttoned the cloak, swept it off the Patron’s Daughter, and tossed the garment to me.

I didn’t even have time to get angry at being thrust in the role of servant once again.

I caught the cloak without a word, but the sudden confusion made the Patron’s Daughter step away, her face blushing.

“You’re already here, fancy girl. You might as well get comfortable.”

The gown she wore was deep blue and simple, the kind she could put on without the help of a maid. With laces in the front that stopped at her ribcage, her full breasts were accentuated.

The Brute looked her over, and there was no misunderstanding what he was thinking.

Her eyes grew wide, and the Patron’s Daughter crossed her arms.

“Addie told me you could help me marry the Noble Son.”

The Brute laughed.

If I hadn’t been so stunned, I probably would have as well. Her insistence on the Noble Son was farcical at this point.

There was a part of me that anticipated the Patron’s Daughter storming out of that cabin, shrieking insults and possibly vengeance to me.

But the Patron’s Daughter had never faced a predator before, had never been under another’s power in her life.

Once she was, like many prey before her, she froze.

Or perhaps the Sorcerer had figured out her hidden hunger for a Brute.

Perhaps this was the titillation she had been looking for. Either way, the Brute knew he had her.

He smiled, and the Patron’s Daughter flinched at the sight of his short teeth.

“I thought we had already determined that the Noble Son is not the deepest desire of your soul.”

“I couldn’t care less about the desires of my soul,” she snipped. “I came here to marry the Noble Son. If you can’t help me, I want to go.”

The blood drained from my head and made me so dizzy I almost fainted.

If she left, I would be destroyed.

Yet the Sorcerer of the Caverns had not been the villain of cautionary tales for generations without just cause.

Until this moment, he had belied his rough appearance with intelligence and pleasantry. Suddenly, his demeanor changed and the Brute sounded as violent as he looked.

His tone became guttural as he snarled at her.

“You pathetic little fool! Do you even have the integrity to admire his self-respect? Not even the Devil himself could have tempted the Noble Son to desire you. Even if that were possible, I don’t waste my time restoring the wounded vanity of spoiled little shrews like yourself.”

I was so shocked I couldn’t even rejoice.

Nobody had ever spoken like that to the Patron’s Daughter in her life. Her face went white, and she even gasped.

Then fury set in. Her features contorted, she balled her delicate hands into fists and raised her right arm.

But the Brute moved fast. He blocked the Patron’s Daughter before she could strike him by gripping her right wrist.

Then he grabbed her other hand, raised both above her head, and pulled her to him. They made a peculiar pair.

The Patron’s Daughter with her creamy softness and understated gown could not have been a more unlikely match to the uncouth Brute with his ugly features.

She was so close to him, she could probably feel his breath on her face.

“I wouldn’t act on that urge,” the Brute murmured, “unless you’re willing to pay the consequences, fancy girl.”