New (Old) Material 2 - alternate version 2

Please enjoy the continuation of this story, where we're all off to fuck each other's brains out in a whorehouse. 

Next post after this will be the continuation of Major Pump!

Anya weighed up her options. It was getting late dusk was beginning to fall. The slave market was starting to close down, the last few punters picking up bargains in the stalls around her. Anya didn’t fancy her chances of getting anything for Erin at this stage, nor was she keen on keeping hold of the busty brunette securely at her side overnight. Her mind made up, she smacked Erin on the ass and forced her up the ramp onto the stage of Billy’s large stall.

Anya pulled open one of the curtains to get backstage, tugging a reluctant Erin along behind her. Inside, Billy was lying slumped in a chair, his capacious jacket open with what appeared to be a large dagger sticking into his chest. Anya stared, startled. Who had killed Billy in such short a time?

“Hello my dear,” Billy said.
Anya was staggered. “I thought you had been stabbed,” she mumbled.
“I was, my darling, I was. Seven years ago. The damned thing went right through me without piercing anything vital and no-one has the skill to pull it out without doing as much damage as the man who put it in in the first place. So here it stays, in my chest.”
“That’s incredible,” said Anya, who was now feeling a faint flush of compassion for Billy, something she would have never admitted five minutes ago.
“Well, they say that medical methods were so good before the cataclysm I would have been patched up just like that, but in these modern times I’m unwilling to subject myself to such butchery. I’d be appreciative if you didn’t spread this information around, however. If various people knew that so much as bumping into me in a crowd would probably send me to my maker I wouldn’t be much longer for this world. Now,” said Billy, snatching up the lapels of his jacket as if to preserve his modesty, “what can I do for such a beautiful and impressive young lady. I take it by the fact you’re holding a little pet on a lead that you have some kind of business proposal?”

“I have a slave to sell, and I was wondering whether you’d be interested?”

Billy approached Erin, forced her mouth open with his hands and inspected her teeth. “Not bad, not bad at all. She’s hot. A little rough around the edges, but not too bad. A little bit of glitter, various adornments and I could say I saw potential. Except for one thing.”
“What?”
“Is she willing?”

Anya hadn’t yet considered it. “Test her.”
“Would you mind?”
“No,” said Anya. “Be my guest.”

Billy swept open the lower portion of his jacket to reveal a dick of surprising size. He winked at Anya, “The show with the kids can get me remarkably excited.” Then he addressed Erin. “Kneel down.”

Erin did nothing. Billy repeated his command. Again, she refused. “Does she understand?”
“Yes.”
“Why won’t she do as her mistress asks?”
“She’s being a bitch.”
“Well you will have to be the bitch, my darling. Make her kneel down, will you?”

With a tweak of a pressure point on Erin’s neck, Anya made her kneel before Billy, but again she refused to do anything, even open her mouth.

“Hopeless,” concluded Billy eventually. “I can’t do anything with the impossible girl.”
“Why don’t you just giver her a budder like you do to your main attraction?” sneered Anya, finally registering her disapproval of Billy’s underhand machinations in his flesh show.
“I’d love to, my dear girl,” said Billy, impervious to the criticism, “but it’s getting incredibly hard to come by and I need every bit I have just to keep Lara and Sebastian onside for our performances. That idiot Karl Stonebreak has seized the fields and production lines from Lord Otis and is holding supply back. No-one can see any coming in for months.”

At this point, Lara, now fully clean and still fully naked sauntered back into the room. Billy sat back down, and the incredible blonde knelt at his side. Closer and in the flesh, the girl was so beautiful Anya could hardly bear to look at her. “I’ve got an idea,” said Billy. “Look, I’m just about to take Lara and Sebastian to Katyusha’s cathouse. You know it? The brothel downtown.”

“I’ve seen it,” said Anya.
“Splendid,” Billy continued. “Well, I rent Lara and her brother out on a sort of secondment there. As long as I can’t sell them here, Madame Katyusha lets me put them to work in special rooms alongside her girls. I take fifty percent of everything. It’s a nice little earner for me, seeing as no-one’s going to buy the pair of them at the price I want, but when you have such high quality merchandise what can you do? It’s a buyer’s market. Anyway, I’m certain that if you took your little slave to Katyusha and explained your situation she’d take her under her wing and get her girls to train her into a nice little slut in less than a week. Kat’s always looking for new girls, especially ones as pretty as yours, and I never saw the girl she couldn’t turn into a superwhore. She’s even beginning to make an impression on Lara here. What do you say to that? As I said, I'm going over there now.”

At this point, Sebastian also re-entered the room. Also naked, his dick was still no less impressive than before when it had been spearing into Lara’s ass. Anya thought for a second about Billy’s proposal.

Billy, Anya and the trio of slaves started off to the whorehouse. The sex-slaves were led before them, Lara, Sebastian and Erin tied together in a line, linked with chains around their arms and necks, fastening them together so that they were unable to escape, although so far neither Lara or Sebastian had showed any intention to do so. Erin had tried to resist for a while, and Billy had issued her with a cloak that matched the same type that Lara and Sebastian wore as they proceeded down the street. Billy called it a matter of ‘modesty’ but Anya wasn’t sure whether to take him seriously. Conversely, the way he had fussed over getting Erin to put it on, pawing at her all the while, made Anya pretty sure that she would be able to get a good price for her captive.

As a matter of security, two burly bodyguards in Billy's employ patrolled alongside them. Ostensibly they were to prevent anyone making off with Billy’s merchandise, but Anya now know that it was also to form a courdon around Billy to stop anyone 'accidentally' bumping into Billy and in doing so perhaps forcing the dagger that currently sat in his thorax a little deeper in, ending his life. Each of the bodyguards was above six-foot six and armed with a shotgun, and as such they acted a little contemptuously of Anya, who seemed in comparison to them almost a frail, vulnerable thing, even though she did have a huge broadsword incongruously strapped to her back. Little did that they know that the woman they escorted was more dangerous than either of them could ever have hoped to become.

Before long, they reached the brothel. The large neon sign above the door that read ‘Katyusha’s Cathouse was not intended to be discreet. Unsurprisingly, more burly men flanked the doorway, but they parted to allow the small figure of Billy up the stairs in a deferential fashion. He was obviously well known here. Security, it seemed, was at a premium in Obille, Anya mused.

Billy knocked on the door. After  a couple of seconds, a grille slid open at about eye level. Billy, a good couple of feet smaller than where the hole was, shrilly demanded to be let in. The eye squinted downwards, and presently, the door to the brothel opened.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, redheaded girl wearing a minuscule red mesh bra that barely restrained a pair of huge bulging breasts through which protruded two brown, stiff nipples. She was wearing stockings attached to a garter belt adorned by a number of slim chains. Underneath this was a slim red thong. Anya noticed that the girl’s height had been accentuated by the pair of red platform heels that she wore, but what caught her attention most was the thick white ribbon of cum that hung all the way from her bottom lip and clung to her chin, dangling in a rope to sway conspicuously between her massive tits.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Billy,” the girl said with a mischievous smile, “but I’ve been rather busy as you can see. I won’t kiss you hello,”

“Hello Fontanelle,” said Billy, swishing past the girl into the hallway “I’m glad to see you’re hard at it. I’ve brought some help.”

Lara entered next, handing her cloak to Billy to reveal her flawless, imposing, tanned, taut and tattooed body, and, riffling her long blonde hair out behind her, paused in front of Fontanelle. Taking in the sight of the young, redheaded slut with a stream of cum coating her chin, Lara reached out and delicately twined the pearly stand of jizz over her index finger. Slowly putting it to her own mouth, she slurped the cum down greedily.

“Mmmm, yummy,” she purred in a husky voice, “I love the taste of cum.” It was the first time Anya had heard her speak.

Billy beamed with delight to see Lara falling so deftly into her role of queen slut. After her, Sebastian came in. Fontanelle blushed at the sight of the handsome young man and addressed Billy, all the while unable to tear her eyes from Sebastian’s groin, where the huge meat she longed to taste was currently concealed by a small thong.

“Billy,” said Fontanelle, “isn’t this the night you promised me five minutes alone with Sebastian?”
“No, it isn’t,” snapped Billy, “not unless you can afford the going rate for his services.”
“Oh Billy,” cooed Fontanelle, “you know I can’t afford that. How about I trade you something? How about a free one for a free one?”
“no deal,” said Billy brusquely. “Come through, my pretties,”

The party went through the hallway leaving the blushing, cumfaced Fontanelle behind them, her pussy thoroughly moist as so much as the sight of Sebastian. Having never been in a brothel before, Anya didn’t really know what to expect when she came into the main room…

A din of voices underneath the steady thumping of someone abusing an instrument was meeting the small party even before they’d even left the hallway, and the sounds grew even more cacophonous by the time that they had entered the main room.

Looking at first straight ahead, Anya spotted a long counter placed in front of several shelves that were mounted onto the wall and which were weighed down by so many bottles and jugs containing alcohol that they looked about ready to come crashing down on the four massive barrels that were placed on the floor beneath them, while a barrel-chested, topless man was busy polishing a glass and not looking like he’d be satisfied until it glistened with the same sort of intensity as that of his bald head.

Surprised to find that the bar was completely abandoned save for the bartender, who most likely had no choice but to stay there, Anya turned her head slightly to the right and was startled to find another man walking up the stairs leading to the second floor, a dumb grin glued to his face as he was guided in his ascent by a top-heavy brunette, completely naked save for her black stripper heels, who was holding his hand and making sure that he would make it up the stairs despite him never moving his gaze away from her deliciously tight ass.

Anya’s initial reaction that the brothel seemed pretty similar to a bar was further strengthened when she caught a first glance at the dozen or so tables that were placed rather chaotically in front of the raised stage that dominated the far end of the main room, and while most of the people seated around those tables were men, there were a few women there as well. Upon looking at the gathered collection of people, Anya guessed that the ones dressed liked people out on the streets, primarily the men, were customers and the more scantily clad people, almost exclusively women, were the whores.

Just then, Fontanelle walked into Anya’s field of vision, the busty redhead offering her a lewd smile as she proceeded to walk past her and to stop right next to Lara, moving her right hand in under her chin to swirl the last portion of the cumrope dangling down from her chin onto her finger and then holding the digit up in front of the slave’s angelic face.

Drugged or not, Lara took a whiff of the gluey fluid that was roped around Fontanelle’s finger and then thrust her head forwards, catching the digit between her ripe lips and producing a succession of wet sucking noises as she feasted upon the relatively small offering of jizz.

Giggling happily at Lara’s behaviour, Fontanelle extracted her finger from the blonde’s mouth and then gently patted her right cheek before sauntering in round the counter and walking up towards the bartender, who simply turned to face her with a thin smile on his lips.

“Huh, you’re my cocksucking little slut, aren’t you?” The barman asked after Fontanelle had walked up to him and dropped down on her knees to disappear from Anya’s sight.

A gagged, horny sound rose from behind the counter.

The stage was occupied by a fairly large amount of people, perhaps the least conspicuous of which was the man that stood on its rightmost corner leaning against the wall and looking bored as he swept his gaze across the locale while his arms remained folded over his chest. While nowhere near as large as Billy Pocket’s bodyguards, the bouncer, because Anya didn’t see what else he might possibly be, was still a very imposing figure thanks to his relaxed but threatening posture, the machete that was tucked into his belt not far from his holstered pistol, and the fact that his face was primarily a collection of mean-looking scars that made it seem as though he had either seen a lot of action or was tremendously bad at shaving.

Located in the opposite corner of the foreground of the stage was the woman who was responsible for the music that drowned out much of the talking going on inside the main room. Equipped with black skin that glistening appealingly in the dim lighting of the room and with shimmering black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail that rose from the back of her head like a plume, the woman had the face and the body of a whore as far as Anya was concerned, and even at a distance it was easy enough for her to make out her high cheekbones, almond-shaped blue eyes and her full, lush lips, which were the single most stunning thing about her gorgeous face.

Her body meanwhile was dominated by her pair of expansive tits, the two massive orbs bulging out from her toned, curvaceous frame in a manner which left the blonde warrioress gasping for air, with Anya being stumped by how the woman’s huge boobs could stand so firm and without even the faintest hint of any sagging despite her wearing nothing to support them. In fact, the woman was wearing nothing more than a pair of black stripper sandals and a matching thong, which was shown off as it clung desperately to her sex thanks to her sitting with her legs spread wide as she continued to abuse the strange looking instrument in front of her.

The instrument, Anya thought that she recognized it as a smaller version of the pianos that she’d seen elsewhere, was little more than a set of black and white keys surrounded by a rectangular case of what looked like plastic as it rested on the pair of wiry, crisscrossed legs that supported it even though the topless girl’s spirited mangling of the keys was causing it to wobble about rather alarmingly, and was connected by a black cord to a small black box that was placed on the floor of the stage.

The black box in turn, had another black cord going out from it on the other side, and this one led over to a strange white metal machine that looked almost like two two-wheel vehicles of old that Anya had heard being referred to as cycles, though this one didn’t look like you could get very far on it, not when the front wheel was encased in a massive slab of plastic that was firmly planted on the floor.

Even so, the pedals of the cycle were being rhythmically pedalled by a giant of a man, a brown-haired figure whose towering height, massively broad shoulders and undeniably powerful frame left even the stocky bartender looking a little on the waifish side.

What was most eye-catching about the stage though was the woman sitting in the middle of it, propped up on a barstool with her legs spread and bent and her hands clutching the edge of the seat upon which she was sitting.

Like Fontanelle and the musician, the woman on the chair had something about her that seemed to scream out that she was a tremendous slut and a whore who took great pride in her chosen profession. The vivid, dense brown of her full tresses framed in her attractive face quite nicely as they cascaded down the sides of her head, her hair seeming like it was slowly being wetted by the sweat that she was producing, while the position of her arms caused her two round, gargantuan mounds to be pressed together so tightly that they seemed like they were ready to come swelling out over the top of her white boob tube.

The tall heels of her white stripper sandals bobbing up and down in the air as she struggled to keep them on the narrow lower rim that connected the four legs of the black barstool, the brunette was also wearing a white skirt that matched her top, and which looked like it was scandalously short as it was draped over the head of the woman currently occupied with licking the brunette’s pussy in front of the crowd.

The pussy-licker might have had her back to Anya, whose cheeks quickly grew warmer as it dawned on her what she was witnessing, but the warrioress could still see that the lithe, voluptuous woman had been blessed with an ass that looked absolutely astonishing in all its fullness and firmness, its flawless shape being accentuated by her sitting on her haunches as she smacked on the brunette’s foaming honeypot.

The woman’s head was crowned with pale blonde hair that flowed down on her muscled, agile-looking back, at some point mixing in with the equally straight tresses of black hair that grew out from under the blonde ones. And while her ass and pussy might have been completely exposed thanks to her not wearing anything below the waist, Anya could make out that the pussy-licking woman was at least wearing a black bra that looked like it would go together nicely with the transparent platform heels of her silver-strap sandals.

“Hello Poe,” Billy greeted the barman with his usual fake-sounding friendliness.

“Pocket,” Poe’s reply was just barely such that it could be considered cordial rather than outright hostile, and Anya’s guess was that Fontanelle’s current endeavour wasn’t the only reason for the tense grimace that adorned his face.

“A beer please,” Billy’s request was met by Poe picking up a clay mug and handing it down to Fontanelle, retrieving it a short while later and placing it on the counter, the mug now brimming with frothy ale.

Just as the mug was slammed down on the counter with just enough force to cause some of its contents to overflow and start running down its sides, the music stopped, which prompted Anya to turn her head and look over in the direction of the topless musician.

The black vixen was sitting absolutely still on her chair, and it didn’t require much in the way of perception to realize that she was now staring at Sebastian, her lips being drawn back into a dirty smile upon recognizing the stud and her gazed fixed upon the considerable bulging of his undersized underwear.

Seemingly annoyed at the music suddenly being halted, the pussy-licker looked up from between the brunette’s thighs to glance over at the black slut, who simply nodded in Sebastian’s direction.

Turning her head to look at the new arrivals, the pussy-licker shot up on her feet and descended from the stage through an agile leap, already sailing between the tables and steering her way towards the bar when the dark-skinned minx got up from behind her strange instrument and sashayed over to take her place between the brunette’s legs.

As the statuesque woman who had just leapt from the stage drew nearer, Anya could see that she was what was commonly referred to as an Asian or an Oriental, with a nasty gleam in her pale green eyes and the lower half of her face, the whole of which was beautiful to the point where Anya simply refused to believe that it could have ended up like that by chance, gleaming wet with the juices that she had drawn from the brunette’s quim.

Her full, pink lips in particular looked particularly luscious when they were covered by another woman’s juices, and the right one of her narrow, dark eyebrows was raised slightly as she took in how Sebastian, Lara, Erin and Anya were standing there, all of them looking straight at her as she approached them, the two latter appearing completely stumped by her appearance.

Apart from her ripe lips, the one thing that really struck Anya about the newcomer as she strode towards her with confident steps was the sheer size and firmness of her bust, rounded to perfection as it was, the two full globes being so voluminous in their nature that they contrasted rather dramatically with the otherwise slim if voluptuous shape of her body, their bulk being further accentuated by the fact that she was shorter than everyone except possibly Billy Pocket, the awe-inspiring slut looking to be just under six feet tall even when she was wearing her six-inch platform heels.

Anya was so taken by the appearance of the woman that she actually gulped and felt herself bordering on being overcome by a desire to relieve her of the black leather bra that hugged her colossal boobs and to run her tongue against the glossy layer of wetness that covered her hairless slit.

“Good evening Katyusha,” Billy Pocket greeted the woman, and Anya was further stumped. While she hadn’t really had any idea of what a brothel madam was supposed to look like, Anya certainly hadn’t expected anything like the stunningly hot blonde sauntering towards her, particularly not as she barely looked older than twenty-five.

“Hello Pocket,” Katyusha’s reply came as she remained on the move, and Anya had barely had time to register that she was heading towards her before the stunning blonde was upon her.

Anya had no idea of what the brunette having her pussy licked up on stage was called, she had not spoken to her or otherwise been introduced to her, but now she got her first taste of her pussy juices as Katyusha brought their lips together and offered her a kiss that was fiery to the point of almost being violent, her tongue snaking its way past Anya’s lips while her dainty hands grabbed hold of the warrioress’ hips.

Having been pushed back by Katyusha so that her juicy ass was pressed against the counter, Anya had just managed to regain enough of her composure to start kissing back when Katyusha slipped one hand down her thong and began fondling her rapidly moistening pussy.

Anya slipped her tongue back into her own mouth and let out a moan that was forceful enough to expand Katyusha’s cheeks as the shorter, bustier blonde wasted no time in slipping one finger inside her snatch, pulling her head back to end the kiss while enjoying how the tight walls Anya’s sex, the wetness of which betrayed how she’d been unable to let go of the arousal that had gripped her when she had first seen Lara walk out on stage, felt around her slender digit.

“Fuck…” It was the first thing that Katyusha had said to Anya, and she delivered it with a husky tone of voice that was matched by the salacious smile that followed it, the curvaceous madam maintaining eye-contact with the equally voluptuous warrioress as the two of them stood face to face, her finger still buried inside Anya’s pussy.

“I don’t know where you find them, Pocket, but this slut’s incredible!” Katyusha verdict on Anya was followed by the taller of the two blonde, statuesque vixens letting out a disappointed moan upon feeling the finger slip out of her slit and Katyusha’s whole hand coming slipping out of her skimpy thong.

“Actually…” Billy tried to interject, but Katyusha didn’t bother with listening to what he had to say before lunging her head forwards to catch Anya with another kiss, and this time around she used both of her hands to grab hold of the waistband of her thong and thug it upwards until the front disappeared in between Anya’s pussy lips while their tits were pressed together and their tongues wrestled.

While Anya could possibly have managed to let Katyusha know that she hadn’t come there to learn how to be a whore and a slut, any thoughts of doing so were far from her mind as her mounting arousal now took full control over her actions, and she duly allowed herself to be spun around by Katyusha, even going so far as to grab hold of the counter with her hands and push her ass out behind her, continuing her smooth motion until her tits were resting on the counter and her delectable posterior was in contact with Katyusha’s unprotected crotch.

“Mmm,” Katyusha purred as she spread her legs and placed her hands against the base of Anya’s toned stomach before pushing herself tighter against her ass, “now that’s one of the juiciest asses I’ve seen in a long time.”

Her cheeks flushed and her lips puckered, Anya let out an animalistic grunt but otherwise remained silent as Katyusha moved her hands from her stomach and instead slipped her fingers in under the waistband of her thong again, but not before she’d assumed a position of sitting on her haunches behind the warrioress so that her head was in level with Anya’s full, firm buttocks.

“Oh shit,” Katyusha said of Anya’s posterior once she’d gotten her underwear tugged down to just beneath her two enticingly rounded cheeks, and she then felt the other woman’s delicate hands grab hold of her ass and was forced to let out another horny moan in response to how she dug her fingers deeper into the resistant mass of her derriere, with Katyusha soon placing her velvety lips on Anya’s right buttock so that she could offer it a soft, saliva-drenched kiss.

“And there’s that sweet-looking pussy,” Katyusha continued as she resumed sliding Anya’s thong down her long legs, the other new arrivals standing in stunned silence as they watched what was happening, with even Erin having a hard time hiding her excitement at what the two women were up to as Katyusha fell for the temptation to reach in with her right hand and run a finger along the brim of Anya’s quim.
“Pocket, that other slut you brought with you…” Katyusha said as she looked up from Anya’s ass to admire Erin’s face, the rest of the busty brunette’s body still being hidden underneath the cloak that Billy had forced her to wear.

“Yes?” Billy Pocket was no longer interested in letting Katyusha know the real reason for Anya’s coming there.

“Let me see her,” Katyusha’s demand was delivered with the sort of smile that few men would have been able to resist, and Erin’s cloak was soon lying bunched up around her feet on the floor as she stood there clad only in the tiny g-string that Anya had allowed her to wear, the brunette’s expression suggesting that she didn’t know whether to be aroused or concerned by the manner in which the squatting madam was looking at her.

“Have Lara take off her panties, would you?” Katyusha pleaded with Billy, who again was reduced to the point where he could only gulp and nod his head, his eyes being fixed on how Katyusha’s hands worked Anya’s thong further down her legs as he motioned for Lara to step forwards.

A delirious scream rose from the other end of the room as the brunette up on stage was taken past the brink of a long, messy climax thanks to the black minx’s nimble tongue, though Anya was much too preoccupied with enjoying the plethora of kisses that Katyusha offered her butt while the thong was finally pushed down past her knees, while the four men of the small party that had arrived just a few minutes earlier were busy trying to decide on whether or not they should gawk at how Katyusha was pretty much worshipping Anya’s ass or if they ought to ogle how Erin had finally stopped inching away from Lara and had allowed the blonde slave to drop down on her knees in front of her and proceed to tug aside her g-string to reveal her glistening pussy.

“I’ll tell you that, girl,” Katyusha said to Anya as she grabbed hold of her asscheeks and used her firm grip to pry them apart, thereby revealing her puckered asshole, “I can’t wait to see your beautiful ass being impaled on a fat cock.”

“Do you like the thought of that?” Katyusha’s question was rhetorical, and followed by her leaning in to rub the tip of her tongue against Anya’s ringpiece, further reinforcing Anya’s all-consuming lust as well as diminishing her apprehensions about making love to another woman in front of a room full of people, many of which had already turned away from the stage, opting instead to follow the proceedings taking place at the bar.

“Do you like the thought of me watching as you’re raised up and down onto a throbbing monstercock, of me fingering my wet pussy at the sight of your tight ass being filled by the biggest, thickest cock you’ve ever seen?” While Katyusha was being quite slow and meticulous in how she worked Anya into a state where she would give herself to her, Lara was much more direct in her treatment of Erin.

The buxom brunette certainly didn’t seem to mind though, letting out a long trickle of groans, gasps and moans as the ravishingly beautiful slave ran her tongue up the length of her slit, rubbing it against her engorged clit before moving it back down to the entrance to her tight love tunnel and going on to slowly ease it inside of it. It might not have been exactly what Billy had told her to do, but no one saw fit to reprimand her for it or to interrupt her as the agile working of her tongue rapidly brought Erin closer and closer to the point where she would let out a stream of her juices.

Just then, another whore, a voluptuous blonde clad only in a white micro skirt that was pulled up far enough to leave her bald snatch exposed, came down the stairs and stepped out in front of the tables, her eyes widening a little in response to what she was seeing in front of the bar.

Almost as if on key, six customers, five male and one female, rose from their seats and stood to face the topless whore, who scrutinized them all before walking up to one of the men and sticking her hand down the front of his trousers.

The patron that had just been picked threw one last, long glance at the four women by the counter before he allowed himself to be led up the stairs, his face fairly contracted in response to the whore’s stroking of his hard cock.

“Li…” Anya suddenly stammered out as she stood leaning in over the counter, though she didn’t get farther than that as Katyusha’s tongue coming into contact with her sphincter again, this time to lick it rather than merely teasing it, led her voice to break down into a throaty exclamation.

“What was that, slut?” Katyusha asked, kissing Anya’s left asscheek again while the warrioress felt a strange sensation run through her upon being called that.

“Lick my asshole, you nasty slut!” Anya was amazed by how she sounded as the horny demand blossomed out of her mouth, her arousal having such a presence when she spoke that she could have called Katyusha just about anything and still only sound excited and amative rather than upset or angry.

“Good girl,” Katyusha offered her new playmate a lustful compliment, drawing a low, excited whimper from Anya through the way in which she sent her right hand smacking into her right buttock.

“First thing’s first though,” Katyusha went on to say as she admired the jiggling of Anya’s asscheek in the wake of her spanking it, disappointing the other hot blonde by rising back up to stand on her feet and grabbing hold of Anya’s right hand to make her turn around to face her, her confidence ensuring that she could dominate the gorgeous warrioress even though she was still a few inches shorter than her even with her high heels on.

“Lara…” Katyusha smiled at the look of confusion on Anya’s face as she addressed the statuesque whore currently licking Erin’s foaming pussy while the brunette stood with her head tilted back and one of her hands cupping one of her round, heavy breasts while the other stroked the top of Lara’s head.

There was first a groan of disappointment from Erin as Lara turned away from her slit to look over at Katyusha, then one of fulfilment from Anya as Katyusha reached in with her right hand to caress her quim even as she met Lara’s gaze.
“Bring her over here, would you?” Katyusha asked of Lara at the same time as she went on to start running one of her fingers up and down the length of Anya’s increasingly wet twat, letting her digit run over the busty blonde’s puffy vulva.

“Fuck, a wet pussy is almost as much fun as a big, hard cock,” Katyusha declared as though she considered doing so to be the most natural thing in the world, the super-stacked madam finding teasing Anya and working to ensure that her oncoming orgasm would be a particularly memorable one to be a very entertaining pastime with which to busy herself while waiting for Lara and Erin to wrap up the spirited kiss that had been the result of Lara standing up in front of the increasingly aroused brunette, with Erin appearing to be particularly interested in tasting her own juices off Lara’s plump, glossy lips.

“Now, slut…” From the frequency of her calling Anya that, it definitely seemed as though Katyusha had caught on to how the strange sense of excitement, bordering almost on some sort of fulfilment, that the sexy blonde drew from having that epithet directed at her, and the result was a nasty smile on Katyusha’s face at the way in which Anya squirmed against the bar as she continued to apply a light touch in her manipulating of the shiny pinkness of her twat, her fingers collecting up the dewdrops of arousal that had seeped out onto the lips of Anya’s sex as Erin was led to them by Lara.

“I see that you come bearing gifts…” Katyusha said to Lara over the sound of Anya’s moan at Katyusha finally slipping one finger into her pussy, the brothel-owner speaking at the tattooed whore standing directly in front of her with her hand holding Erin’s, the stunningly attractive brunette looking as though she had a hard time deciding whether to be embarrassed or aroused by the turn that her life had taken ever since she’d first been led inside Katyusha’s Cathouse.

“Like I was saying, my pretty little slut…” Katyusha directed her attention back at Anya, her lips suddenly sliding apart to leave her pearly teeth bare as she formed her mouth into a smile that Anya found almost impish, though she wasn’t exactly in a state of mind where her perceptive abilities were at their absolute peak, “Oh, and by the way, I’ve yet to catch your name.”

“A… Anya…” Anya managed to produce a stammering, throaty introduction of herself that prompted Katyusha to produce an amused chuckle, though there was no malice in her laughter.

“Anya? It’s a good name for a slut,” Katyusha decided as soon as her soft, melodic chuckle had come to an end, “it’s nice and short and starts and ends with a vowel, so it should be easy enough to cry out when you make me cum.”

Anya gasped for two reasons, firstly because she was excited at the thought of making the scorching hot vixen in front of her cry out her name whilst in the throes of orgasmic bliss, and secondly because she was disappointed at how Katyusha’s finger came slipping out of her foaming pussy.

“Well, Anya,” Katyusha took a great deal of enjoyment from Anya’s pained grimace at the abrupt end to her pleasuring, “see this pretty young thing?”

Opening her eyes to follow Katyusha’s gaze over at Erin, standing next to Lara and retaining her expression of nervousness mixed with an extremely obvious sense of arousal at what she’d found herself a part of.

“Yes,” Anya’s reply was more of a horny sigh as she glanced at the brunette which she’d brought to Obille as her prisoner, the lustful recalling of how she’d fondled her full, round breasts being reinforced by the realization that with the show up on stage finally being over, practically all of the customers gathered in front of it had turned their heads to look at what was happening by the bar.

“Good, because what I want you to do is to get down on your knees behind her, pry apart her juicy ass and have my paying customers listen to how you make her scream out by rubbing your tongue against her asshole…” Katyusha explained, while the barman let out a gargled groan as the wet sound of his jizz raining down on Fontanelle rose from behind the other side of the counter.

Having looked at Katyusha as the formidable blonde slut had explained to her what she wanted her to do, Anya glanced over at Erin once more and could quite easily see that the thought of having Anya’s tongue lapping at her ass excited her, which both aroused Anya and triggered her resistance to the brunette who had at one point intended to sell her as a slave.

“I don’t…” Anya had begun to voice her hesitation at pleasuring Erin, but she was interrupted by Katyusha bringing the digit that had been buried inside Anya’s pussy up to press against her lips.

“A real slut never says no when she’s given something to suck on,” Katyusha teased Anya as she held her finger in front of her lush lips, her own set of them remaining formed into a confident smile as a few seconds went by, during which Anya hesitated briefly before finally giving in to her mounting lust by parting her lips and driving her head forwards to catch Katyusha’s delicate finger and take it into her mouth, a deep moan causing her cheeks to expand a little before they collapsed in around the digit that she was now sucking on with great enthusiasm, with Anya no longer really caring about anything except getting to enjoy as much as possible of her own gelatinous juices as she felt them wash over her tongue.

“What about you?” Katyusha asked Erin while Anya bobbed her head up and down over her finger, paying little attention to the blonde warrioress as she instead batted her eyelids at Erin and offered her a seductive smile, “Would you be willing to get this slut’s ass ready for a big, hard cock?”

Having already begun to rub her hand up and down the inside of one of Lara’s thighs whilst never taking her eyes off Anya and Katyusha, Erin was quick in nodding her head at the madam’s question.

“Good,” Katyusha deepened her smile at Erin’s eager reply and went on to direct her gaze at Anya, “now we only need to come up with a way of making Anya here stop being such a terrible prude.”

“And I think that I’ve got just the thing,” Katyusha purred as Anya looked up at her with her big eyes, her cheeks still collapsed around her finger as she kept it inside her mouth, the buxom sword-mistress being quite startled when Katyusha suddenly called out “Frank!” whilst pulling her digit out of her mouth.

In response to Katyusha’s call, the towering hunk that had been powering the musical instrument until the girl playing it had ducked away to take over the licking of the brunette’s pussy from Katyusha, stepped out from where he’d been leaning against the wall ever since he found himself without a chore and descended down from the stage to cross the room with confident strides, sailing past the tables that littered the floor as he steered his long steps straight at the bar.

“Anya, this is Frank, one of my boys,” Katyusha introduced the man as he stopped directly in front of the two blondes, a calm, thin smile on his lips as he remained silent, allowing Katyusha to introduce him while Anya’s admiring gaze wandered up and down his massive frame.

If anything, the strapping stud was even more impressive up close, and Anya could feel her arousal growing even stronger as she allowed her gaze to travel from the strong, masculine features of his face down across the bulging muscles of his chest and his rock-hard abs to the sizeable bulge that seemed to stretch the material of his pants right up to the brink of tearing as it ran down the inside of his right leg, with Anya finally being pushed into licking her lips when she realized that the particularly large bulge just above his knee had to be the crown of his cock.

“I take it you like what you’re seeing,” Katyusha smiled at Anya’s actions, “go ahead, open his trousers.”

Her hands trembling as she reached out with them to grab hold of the waistband of Frank’s trousers, Anya allowed her eyes to travel up over the bulging muscles of his naked abdomen to meet his unflinching gaze as she struggled to get his pants open, with Sebastian, Billy Pocket and the two bodyguards having stepped back to leave Anya and Frank surrounded by the three naked women as she finally got the front of his trousers undone and began tugging them down his legs, her expansive breasts jiggling in response to how she sucked air into her lungs at looking down to see the fat base of his massive fuckpole become exposed.

Taking over from Anya, Frank pulled his pants down until the whole of his cock came jutting out from inside them, and while Katyusha and the increasingly active Lara let their arousal be known through horny groans, Erin actually yelped at the sight of the colossal pussy pleaser that protruded out from between Frank’s legs, the foxy brunette quickly deciding that she’d never seen anything quite like it in all her life as she judged it to be even longer and thicker than the cock that Sebastian was blessed with.

Being in a position of getting to see Frank’s drooling monster of a cock head-on, Anya was even more amazed by it than Erin, and a throaty groan exited her mouth when the ginormous pillar of fuckmeat came shooting up from its confinement inside his strained trousers to slab against the wet lips of her exposed pussy, the fist-sized head of his prick pushing her vulva apart and threatening to disappear into her sex.

“You see,” Katyusha said with an air of mocked professionalism as Frank showed no inclination to move the purple crown of his monstercock away from Anya’s foaming quim but left it there to be soaked by her juices and making her groan out again through the propulsion of a sizeable jet of his precum into her slit, “while Sebastian is so popular thanks to being big enough to fill a girl up nicely, Frank here is just too fucking large for any but the most outrageously horny sluts to even think of trying to fit his fourteen-inch slab of thick, luscious cockmeat inside them, so I’m forced to use him mainly as an extra bouncer and performer in the little shows that we put on.”

“Uh…” Anya’s eyes started to cross at the throbbing of Frank’s cockend against her slit before the low groan from him came as Katyusha reached in and endeavoured to lift his cock away from Anya’s sex, the trunk of his massive fuckmast being so heavy that she was required to use both of her hands to first guide its rounded head away from Anya’s labia and then hold it up in front of her as she slipped in between the two and finally allowed the giant fuckpiece to smack down onto her bulging chest.

“Anya,” Katyusha stopped speaking at Anya past her shoulder for a moment as she reached down to run her tongue over the business-end of Frank’s cock, “be a good girl and lick some ass, and I promise that I’ll teach you how to fit this monstercock inside you…”