Charlotte woke up from a nightmare, where she was forced to watch her two sons get killed over and over again, each time more brutally than the last time. She woke herself up with her scream echoing through the small room she was still in.
Although she just woke up from a nightmare, this room reminded her of what her reality was now. Yesterday, she had been forced to watch her husband die, and instead of getting time alone to grieve properly, she was fucked by strangers in this small room.
Since the room had no windows and the door was still closed, the smell of cum and sweat had persisted. Charlotte looked around the room. On the floor, she saw her torn dress and satin underwear, along with some rope, a sign of the unholy act that unfolded here last night.
She inspected her body, once clean and only to be seen by the king and her personal maids, covered in bruises, red marks, and remains of dried cum.
As the former queen sat up on the bed, she felt disgusted by her own actions. She remembered how she enjoyed the rough sex, how she screamed and enjoyed the pleasure, how she begged the strangers to fill her with cum.
Last night, something had changed inside her, but right now she couldn't imagine what had gotten into her. Was she really herself last night?
Before Charlotte could answer that question, two women suddenly entered the room. They were covered in long drapes of colorful fabric. And yet the fabric was light enough to reveal their curves as they stood in front of her.
"Good morning, sugar! Sister Monica sent us to pick you up . . ."
The woman to the left of Charlotte was very tall and had long blonde hair that fell down to her cleavage in subtle waves. She was gorgeous, and her voice was soft and soothing.
"We heard you had a great night! How are you feeling, dear?"
The other woman was a bit shorter than Charlotte, and her voice sounded much younger and feminine.
The way they were softly smiling at her calmed Charlotte down enough to answer.
"I think I feel good . . ."
It felt wrong to admit that, and if she were talking to anyone else, she likely would have lied. But the truth was that she felt a bit exhausted and her legs hurt, but overall, she was doing fine.
"That's great! My name is Liz, and this is Susanne. We're here to get you out of here, okay?"
The taller woman said in a reassuring tone, almost like talking to a scared child. Charlotte nodded slowly and got up. Her knees almost gave out, but the women held her up.
Susanne picked up her underwear for her and told her to cover herself, since they were going to pass through some streets on their way. Charlotte didn't know where they were going, but as she put on her underwear and tried her best to cover herself with her torn dress, she remembered the men talking about a "Sister Monica" last night. Perhaps this was where these women were taking her.
They stepped outside and walked through the almost empty streets. It was still early morning, and it took a while for Charlotte's eyes to adjust to the bright light of the sun. It felt strangely warm, warmer than usual.
They walked for a couple of minutes through smaller streets, avoiding the bigger squares where more people could see them.
Finally, they arrived at what seemed to be the rear entrance to a 3-story building. The door was painted purple and was locked. The women knocked, and they were let in almost immediately.
They entered into a small room with a couple of chairs and a stairway leading up. Liz signaled Charlotte to head up the stairs with a subtle smile that she couldn't quite place.
With her bare feet, rough and dirty from walking through the streets barefoot, she stepped up the stone steps.
A thousand thoughts and questions were racing through her head as she went to the top floor and was greeted by a large room. The large windows were covered in thin and colorful fabrics that let bright yet soft light illuminate the space. Charlotte took a careful step inside to look at multiple layers of blankets and pillows layered beautifully on a large bed. This room almost reminded her of her own bedroom back at the castle.
"Ah! Welcome, sister Charlotte! I'm happy to see you are well."
A small and curvy woman emerged from the back of the room. She could be classified as old, but her body still seemed in shape. Her hair was dark and curly, accenting her face, which was covered in a big and welcoming smile.
"My name is Monica! I'm happy to welcome you."
She said in a happy tone as she hugged Charlotte tightly and took her hand. Before Charlotte could react, they were sitting on the large bed with a small plate of cheese, along with a glass of wine between them. After a subtle and elegant gesture from Monica, Charlotte quickly got to snacking. She hadn't realised just how hungry she was after not eating for so long and her exhausting activities last night.
"Do you know where you are right now, darling?"
"No, I don't think so . . . what am I doing here? Am I safe?"
Charlotte dared to ask since the woman emitted an aura that was warm and welcoming. She seemed almost like a motherly figure in this moment.
"Of course you are safe here, darling!"
Monica said with a comforting smile. Her teeth were slightly yellow, but the smile felt real, and Charlotte felt comfortable enough to take a sip of wine. It was cheap wine, compared to the stuff she was used to drinking, and yet it soothed her roughed-up throat.
"This here is my brothel!"
Charlotte almost spit out the sip of wine in her mouth.
"And you were sent here to become a sister yourself. Don't worry, all the girls will be happy to meet the former Queen and teach her the ways of becoming an exclusive escort. Of course, you will be the most expensive and sought-after offering on display here. That's why you should take a bath first! After that, my girls will take care of getting you a proper outfit and showing you your room. I will be taking care of the advertisement, discussing prices, and collecting payments."
Monica snapped her fingers twice, and suddenly Liz and Susanne were back. This time, they didn't ask how Charlotte was reacting to the news. She was still in shock when they took her to a room on the ground floor. There was a wall of windows that was covered in red fabric for now. In the center of the room was a large bed, beautifully adorned with blue and red pillows and blankets – the colors of the former royal family. They were obviously mocking her, but Liz and Susanne made no signs of stopping.
"This is your room. But first you need a bath!"
Susanne said and guided her outside the room into a large bath with multiple showers and bathtubs. This must be the bath for all the women in this brothel – Charlotte figured.
The bath felt great, and the woman even helped her clean herself off the nasty cum stains. She did her best to clean her pubic area subtly, but that only reminded her of the multiple creampies she willingly took last night.
They were alone in the bath, luckily for Charlotte, who still had a sliver of pride she was holding onto for dear life. She dried herself with soft towels, and Liz massaged her legs and covered her in lotion while Susanne sprayed some perfume. Charlotte smelled how cheap it was, but didn't say a word. She was in no position to criticize these women's profession or living standards.
"Go get comfortable in your room. We'll be there soon with some clothes for you."
Liz said and left with her underwear and torn dress. It was her last symbol of her former life as the queen of these people – her last symbol of home. She quickly ran across the hall to her room. It wasn't spacious by any means, but the bed was sturdy and surprisingly comfortable.
Charlotte was left to her own for at least an hour before Liz returned.
"Susanne sadly got a customer already, but I will help you dress, okay?"
Liz said in her usual soft tone, and Charlotte was happy to see her again. Liz helped her dress and told her to look at herself in a mirror that was mounted on the wall next to the door. Charlotte barely recognised herself. Around her neck was a necklace with the emblem of the revolution and the new republic, as Liz explained to the bewildered Charlotte. She was wearing a revealing and beautiful set of lingerie along with soft and almost see-through fabrics.
"You look so sexy, Charlotte! Don't you think so?"
Charlotte thought she looked like a whore, and she was forced to admit that this was her new life now. A tear ran down her face, and Liz quickly picked it up.
"Don't cry, baby. The first days are always rough, but you look so sexy right now! Try your best to enjoy it . . ."
She gave her a tight and heartfelt hug before going over to the windows. Charlotte saw her take down the fabric, and in the mirror, she saw a crowd of men staring into the room with hungry eyes. She was now on display for the men to see, and Liz left with a big smile on her face.
Charlotte very slowly forced herself to turn around and sat down on the bed, trying her best to cover herself with her hands. She saw and heard the men outside cheering and yelling various things. While the bath and seeing herself in those sexy clothes felt at least a little bit liberating compared to her kidnapping last night, right now, she wanted to disappear.
Charlotte lay on the bed, trying to block out the noise outside. After what felt like an eternity – it must've been late afternoon by now – the door to the room opened and she quickly sat up on the bed. For a moment, she blocked out the noise outside and stared at the open door, only to see a familiar face.
Alex entered the room. He was the man who had facefucked Charlotte last night until he came down her throat. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. A smile covered his face as he looked down at the shocked face of the former Queen. She was scared about what would happen next, and yet she was relieved to see a familiar face. Alex had been rough with her last night, but of course, she had practically begged for it. Now he had paid money to be with her again, this time alone. He walked around the bed slowly and pulled the curtains closed to cover the windows. Light could still shine through it, but the hungry eyes of the men outside – seemingly too poor to afford her – were now blocked.
Charlotte realised now that she could have just pulled the curtains closed herself, but now her eyes were locked with those of Alex. He went to the corner of the room to light a candle and placed it on a small table. Almost immediately, the vibe had shifted from cold and almost like a zoo exhibit to something more intimate.
While Charlotte stayed still on the bed, Alex stood in front of her, softly caressing her chin as she looked up at him.
"I hope you are still as enthusiastic as last time. You look so sexy right now!"
Alex told her in a gentle yet confident tone, and she was lost for words. The way he was speaking was so sensual and almost arousing. The desire in his words was almost palpable and inflicted a new sense of pride in her. They stared into each other's eyes for almost a minute before Alex broke the tension by taking off his shirt.
He revealed his lean frame and continued by silently taking off his shorts and then his underwear. He was still standing right in front of Charlotte, so when his semi-hard cock fell out, it was in reach for Charlotte. Almost mindlessly, she reached out for it. She wrapped her soft fingers around the shaft, like she was hypnotised by it. Alex looked down at her with a smile.
"Why don't you get naked for me, too? I'm dying to see your body again. . ."
Charlotte was forced to admit that feeling his cock hardening in her hand got her at least slightly aroused. With big eyes, she looked up into Alex's eyes once again and nodded. She leaned back and threw the fabrics covering her to the side. She saw Alex looking at her cleavage, and that was enough motivation to continue stripping for him. Very slowly, she removed her bra and threw it behind the bed.
Almost immediately, Alex leaned forward, and when Charlotte rocked back onto the bed while biting her lower lip, he followed her, now leaning over her and softly touching her breasts. He lowered his face, and Charlotte was happy to meet him for a kiss. It was a long and intense kiss, slow and not commanding. They both wanted this, and as Alex opened his mouth, she slipped her tongue inside.
He kept gently fondling her boobs, gently pinching her nipples, which elicited soft moans she didn't care about keeping down. She felt her arousal skyrocket when she felt Alex's now hard cock poke against her belly. They kept making out for a bit before Alex slowly started moving downwards. He covered her neck and then breasts in kisses, taking his time to stimulate her nipples with his skilled tongue. Charlotte enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her and moaned softly with her eyes closed. She had never expected to be treated so well in a brothel of all places, but Alex didn't feel like a stranger who had roughly taken her; his worshipping of her body felt like that of a lover.
Eventually, Alex had reached her belly button and then her panties. Looking up through her cleavage, he gently pulled down her last layer of clothing. She didn't care; in fact, she had started to get impatient. He could see her arousal in the form of her wet pussy lips, as he spread them apart with two fingers.
Wordlessly, he began to run his finger along her slit, then he started gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Charlotte released a moan that her husband had never gotten out of her. Alex kept going, moving on to use his tongue on her clit while sliding a finger inside her. She had spread her legs for him to allow for easier access, but now she was quickly approaching her climax, the first of many she was sure. She kept moaning without holding back, and Alex started to increase his pace, using two fingers to penetrate now while sucking on her clit.
"Oh my . . . keep going! I'm close ..."
Charlotte pressed out through her teeth as her hands held onto the bed sheet. She was enjoying every second of this and couldn't believe she had missed out on this world of pleasure all her life. Alex truly was a magician, and it made her excited for what else he had in store for her today. Today it would only be the two of them, no distractions, no sharing, just two people making love in a dimly lit room.
As Charlotte felt she couldn't hold on any longer, she warned Alex, but trapped him in her crotch by closing her legs around his head.
"Oh fuck! I'm . . . I'm cumming!"
She rode the edge for a few seconds before the orgasm rocked through her body, making her legs shake as she flung her head back. Alex managed to escape the tight grip of her thighs to gasp for air. His chin was dripping with Charlotte's juices, and a smile covered his face. He crawled up the bed and met Charlotte in another deep and passionate kiss. Their bodies were intertwined as they clung to each other like long-lost lovers.
Charlotte tasted herself on his lips, and it only made her more aroused. This didn't feel at all like a man paying to fuck her. And even if so, she didn't mind being a whore if this was how it felt. She slowly pulled back from their kiss after feeling his cock poking against her thigh.
"That was unbelievable. You are incredible."
She whispered and smiled as they stared into each other's eyes, lying side by side. Charlotte's fire for sex was seemingly reignited, and she was ready for more. Her arousal and thoughts were now flowing freely, not held back by pride, embarrassment, or fear.
"I want you to fuck me, Alex."
A wide grin formed on Alex's face, and he wasted no time. Charlotte had made her wishes clear, and Alex was seemingly very excited, judging by his hard cock now poking against her entry. He lined it up and ran it along her wet slit a couple of times while Charlotte got ready for his 6-inch cock that she had only felt in her hand and mouth thus far.
Finally, he lined up the tip of his cock against her wet pussy lips and pushed inside her. Slowly, he thrusted his entire length into her, making her gasp at his size. He was bigger than her husband had been, and more importantly, way girthier. She felt his cock stretching her out as he began with slow and deep thrusts, slowly increasing his pace. Charlotte matched his movements with her hips, letting his cock hit all the right spots to make her moan.
"Fuck – you feel so tight!"
Alex exclaimed in between deep groans. Charlotte was happy to see him enjoy this, and as he picked up the pace, he held a tight grip on her hips. He showed no signs of stopping just yet, but Charlotte felt another climax coming fast. The penetration was too deep, and before she could react, the former Queen turned into a whore and came on his cock. Her vision started to turn black from the relentless pleasure coursing through her body at this moment, but Alex supported her weight and continued fucking her faster and faster.
As her orgasm slowly subsided, Charlotte stopped moaning and screaming to see Alex change his angle. He was now leaning above her and looking into her eyes while plunging his cock into her with deep thrusts. He had only barely managed to hold on through her climaxing insides, trying to milk his cock.
"Fill me up! Cum inside me!"
Charlotte practically begged Alex with pleading eyes and red cheeks.
"I'm cumming!"
He exclaimed, and they met in another kiss as she felt him plunge inside her once more, and his cock started to convulse over and over again. He was filling her deep with his semen and moaned into her mouth. Charlotte relished the unique sensation of the creampie, and they stayed in each other's embrace until he stopped shooting ropes of potent cum.
Once again, they shared a passionate kiss while Alex stayed buried inside her, slowly getting softer as time went on. The tangy smell of cum and their sweat filled the room as their breathing synchronised. Charlotte could have stayed like this for another hour. Alex had given her pleasure and warmth when she needed it most, but slowly the reality of her life hit her. She was a whore, working in a brothel, and she would sadly have other clients. Alex wouldn't be able to pay for her every night.
And yet this evening had been enough to rekindle some hope in her. She had fun and enjoyed every second together with Alex. Surely this would stay the same way with other clients?
To be continued . . .
