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Until that point, Shelby had not been naked the entire four hours she’d been working the floor. The men that took her were too anxious to make her strip. Twice in her cunt and three blow-jobs; Madame was right, whoring was easy in this place, and at least so far she was enjoying a honeymoon with the brothel customers; one to enjoy while it lasted. No, she didn’t particularly want to be giving up her body for cash, but there were worse things.
For the auction, however, Shelby was in the Madame’s hands and the woman planned to make a show of it.
“I think a little strip-tease, what do you think?” Madame Pavlenco turned to the crowd.
Shouts, catcalls and whistles followed. Shelby had only to think of the girly bars at home…Mr. Darcy had taken her there once. Ironic now.
With a fresh burst of confidence and buoyed by a sudden change in background music to something that was decidedly more erotic, Shelby began to move as she’d been ordered, slowly at first, but not faltering in the slightest. She could see the lust in the men’s eyes, their momentary adoration of her sex. She knew that adoration would falter once she became just another girl in Madame’s whorehouse. But for now, that didn’t bother her. Her body fed off their attention, her lust on their lust. What had been difficult in her past, the blatant exposure of her body to strangers was easy for her now, her inhibitions tossed away in a place where having inhibitions mattered to no one, and for her, could be a definite liability.
Maybe Jessup was right, she would get used to a new life and forget about the one she lost. The music moved inside her with its steady beat, while the look in the old men’s eyes held her enthralled. She was gone. Yes, Jessup was right. Her past, her life were losing their grip, all of it drifting away. This was Shelby now, the sexy dancer, the peep show queen, the brothel whore, clamoring for their attention, for the horny adoration of a room full of appreciative men
The dance became more lurid, all about showing off decadent innocence, her natural self. She needed no prompting to move the exhibition further; she lifted the hem of her skirt, smiling coyly at their catcalls and slowly inching the dress up her dancing legs and swaying hips.
On the sidelines, the Madame collected money, while quickly making a ledger of who would be fucking her and when. By the time Shelby flung the dress off over her head and danced naked for her audience, Madame was smiling fiercely.
The beat of the music slowed, the dance coming to its end with the trampy, naked American girl grinning down at her customers.
“So, now you need to fuck them, Shelby,” Madame finally announced as the music diminished in volume. “Sergei.” She motioned to the first man, and Sergei, a hefty fellow with a pleasant smile, lifted Shelby from the table and carried her over his shoulder up the stairs and into Eugenia’s vacant room. What Eugenia wasn’t using was Shelby’s for the night. In fact, for the next seventy-two hours this would be her brothel, a one woman whorehouse with men that came and went in a steady procession. Whatever money crossed hands she didn’t see. She was more than just a whore, she was Madame Pavlenco’s slave.
There were cocks for her mouth and for her cunt and eventually her ass. Sometimes two at once – double, triple penetration made her especially delirious.
She moved from man to man with thoughtless efficiency. If one was a particularly good lover, she might find her body experiencing a rousing climax; though most were clumsy and ineffective in the lovemaking department; out for the quick thrill. She did no more than spread her legs. The ones that came in twos and threes could be brutal; but they were often the most interesting fucks. Three days of nearly nonstop fucking – it was a lot to handle but for the most part, the hours went by in dreamy blur.
When two young blond men came roaring in, their egos were bloated with ale, their cocks hard and jutting from their pants like spears. Shelby had seen this kind before.
She was naked and brushing out her hair, when after a half hour reprieve, Madame sent them up to her room. Just what she needed: two more eager young bucks. After long hours with little sleep and almost no food, she hardly had enough energy for more. At least they were pleasing to look at.
“Pretty, huh?” The one young man whispered to his friend.
“Ja! Nice.” He was bigger than his friend, brutish looking but with the boyish smile of a virgin.
“You take her cunt, huh?”
“Ja!” He yanked her away from the dressing table where she’d been applying a fresh coat of make-up. He then laid down on the bed and pushed Shelby’s face into his hairy crotch. Resigned to another hour laboring for Madame Pavlenco, her lips covered the organ before her, enjoying the newness of a young man’s first time. When she had him hard, sticking straight up in the air, she pulled away, and rose up on his body, straddling his hips. As she mounted his erection, the long thing speared her to the end of her vagina.
“Ooo, you are very good,” she purred in the boy’s ear as she moved down against his torso. As her tongue danced along his earlobe she felt his body quicken. He began to groan with his excitement mounting fast. Then as if he’d been fucking all his life, he grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards, picking up speed as he built up confidence, banging away in a ruthless rhythm until his friend settled in behind Shelby’s ass, and started to work her asshole with his finger.
The young brute shouted in his foreign tongue; the handsome blond shouted back. An argument ensued. The two men fought for the right to fuck her, all the while the virgin never stopped his assault of her pussy. The heated battle stopped when the blond behind her finally thrust his erection into her asshole and reamed her with the same frenetic fervor as his young friend. They came explosively within seconds of each other, leaving Shelby torn, her weary body in rebellion and an unexpected anger rising up from a place in her she hardly knew.
“Get out!” She would have shouted from the top of her lungs but she was much too tired and the vehement order came out in a throaty whisper.
Scared, they fled. Over three days and she was dead to the world.
When the next customer found her passed out, he tried to shake her awake, but she wasn’t budging. Madame Pavlenco tried to arouse her too, but Shelby did nothing but groan.
“Leave her be,” a voice behind the Madame spoke, masculine and steady, carrying some authority. “What do you expect when you work your girls so many hours?”
“Oh, she’s just getting geared up,” Madame said.
“So, let her rest, the boys below can wait until she’s ready.”
In her dreams, Mr. Darcy opened an enormous door leading her into a vast room. The party had been going on all night. Though morning was about to dawn in the Eastern sky, the night inside the big hall was still intense, thick with the smell of smoke and sex.
He made her strip. All the other girls were stripped, so why not Shelby too? “Please,” she turned to her owner and pleaded for all she was worth, but he slapped her face in a reminder of who she was.
“You will do this,” his terse words repeated in her mind like a mantra for the rest of the night.
He played with her body, showing the growing masses that observed how silly her protests truly were. She was deeply aroused in all the lowly places of her body, huge convulsive spasms rent her groin, making her high-heeled nakedness fall into her owner’s arms as she gasped. She’d lost control, moaning uncontrollably as the climax continued.
