Duke Gerhardt's Solution
Chapter 2

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Rough, Light Bond, Humiliation, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Double Penetration, Slow, Prostitution,

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Duke Gerhardt had a problem - or, rather, the country he ruled had a problem - his solution was not politically correct, and shocked his advisers. If you're used to my writing, this one may shock you, too, so check the codes carefully. Some relate to later chapters. This is not romantic, though there is a little romance here or there.

Gabriella, the virgin, from Croatia.

How much do you know about Croatia? I love my country; it is beautiful and redolent of history. The architecture is wonderful, though there was much damage during the war. The war is supposedly over, but there are still problems, and despite my patriotic love, I decided I needed to find a better life elsewhere. Of course, that hasn't been so easy. I was brought up Catholic, so I was a virgin. I wasn't entirely sure about the faith, but it's hard to shake off one's upbringing. I left the country with my friends Jana and Branka. Jana, like me was brought up Catholic and was still a virgin; Branka's parents were atheists and not nearly as strict. We left Osijek and we'd probably have done better to head west through Slovenia, but we were offered a lift through Hungary, towards Vienna. The car broke down, though, and we found ourselves stranded in Centrovia. The people were very friendly, but we couldn't seem to make progress west. Branka, well, she was doing okay. You can imagine why, I suppose.

We were warned that the Duke was going to clamp down, but couldn't make any arrangements before the Gendarmerie arrived. We heard the Duke's offer of a choice. None of us thought we could go home. I know my parents were pretty angry that I left, and we decided to stay. We were separated from Branka, though we got together much later, as Jana and I were interviewed as possible harem girls for the Duke. I don't think I'd have minded that, but honestly, I'm not great looking. I mean, I'm okay, I don't think I'm ugly or anything, But I think my rear end is too big and my chest is too small. Jana is prettier than me and she wasn't taken for the harem, either.

Anyway, they explained something of what we could expect and it didn't sound too bad. I thought my body was an asset of sorts if they thought it was, so why not use it? But there was always that niggle, you know, from church. But they worked something out for me; I don't know how Jana got on.

This is what happened. They gave me a medical examination and an injection. They promised me they'd choose the man to deflower me very carefully and prepare me very well. They got a couple of the stronger girls – not Croats – to undress me and tie me to a bed. It was scary being so exposed and vulnerable, especially when they blindfolded me. It seemed I waited a long time, but then there was a man's voice. He sounded big, with a deep voice.

"Well, well. We have a beauty here. And a virgin, too."

"Please, I don't think I'm that good looking?"

"Oh, but you look mighty fine to me."

And he started to touch me. It was more like teasing, really, and after a few minutes of that I was tingling all over. Suddenly he was sucking on my breasts and gently biting my nipples. Every time he did that it was like a little electric shock straight to between my legs. I could feel I was getting wet and I could smell myself. It was so embarrassing. But he didn't stop. Then there was a buzzing sound and he pressed something between my legs which was vibrating. I never heard of such a thing. But I could feel something down inside that was growing. I thought I was going to explode. Perhaps I did, in a way. I know now it was an orgasm. The first I ever had. But then there was another, bigger. And another. Then the buzzing was gone and there was a blunt soft/hard/warm/wet pressure, right there, and I was being stretched and it hurt. Then there was a stab of worse pain and I felt that some enormous club had been forced up inside my ... private place. I can say 'pussy' now, but I couldn't then.

I think I screamed.

"It's alright," he said gently, though he was still inside me. He was holding himself up so there was little pressure on me, but I could feel his chest moving to rub against my nipples, which were really hard and sensitive. "The worst is over now. I'll hold still for a bit so you can get used to it. You do feel good. You're going to be a great fuck with a little training and I think you'll come to enjoy it."

The pain was about gone when he started to move. There were so many places I was sensitive I couldn't keep track. But the main places were my nipples, still rubbing on his chest and sending zings of pleasure to my pelvis, which was starting to jerk about without me making it. There was a place, a part just at the front that was being rubbed that felt wonderful, the place he'd used the vibrator. My clitoris, I know now. And there was a place inside me. I orgasmed – 'came' – again and again, then he was spurting inside me. Even that felt good.

He stayed there, and I could feel him shrinking. I felt so empty when he dropped out of me, I almost begged him to put it back, but I didn't.

"Well, little lady ... that was fantastic. I was right; you're going to be a great fuck. Let's get you cleaned up a bit, okay?"

He untied me and picked me up, carried me to the bidet and used it to clean me up down there. But all the time, he had a hand somewhere else on me, playing with my breasts and nipples, fondling my backside. He lifted me to my feet and dried me with a soft towel.

"How do you feel, little lady?"

I don't know why – I couldn't help myself – I flung myself at him, wrapped my arms round his neck and kissed him.

"That good, huh? D'you want to try something else? You've just earned fifteen hundred Euros, you know. How about another five hundred? Might hurt a bit, but it's something you'll probably need down the road."

My heart skipped a beat, I think, and I felt a bit scared, but on the other hand he'd just made me feel so great. "Maybe."

"Sooner or later, you're going to need to take a cock in your back passage. If you've never done it before and you're not prepared it can hurt a lot, and you may not get any benefit from it. Do it now and we'll go careful, and it might not hurt at all."

I took a deep breath. "All right. What do you want me to do?"

"First of all, do you want to be tied again? Or will you co-operate."

I thought about it. "Which is easiest?"

"The only reason you were tied just then was so you could say you didn't have a choice to lose your virginity. You were raped. Though I hope it was good for you. It'll be easiest, I think, if you can just relax. Can you do that?"

I nodded, uncertainly. "I'll try."

He had me bend over the bed with my legs spread and started stroking me with slippery stuff on his fingers. Even after the bidet, I was still pretty juicy, and he slipped his fingers in my ... pussy – there, I've said it, now – before he worked a finger in my back hole. It felt odd. Then his other hand was fondling my mound and teasing my clitoris and I could feel an orgasm just waiting to come. The finger left and two went in, then three, and he kept teasing me. Then his cock was between my lips and sliding into me, but he took it out straight away and pressed against my ... anus.

"Relax," he said, quietly. "Some people find pretending they're trying to take a dump helps."

So I 'pushed' and he slipped inside, and worked his way further in until he was all the way there and it actually felt good. Of course, he was still playing with my clit. He started thrusting, and the orgasm that had been waiting in the wings suddenly leapt out at me. He told me after that I'd clamped down on him so he could hardly move, but he came too and filled my bowels with semen. Come.

He pulled out – I felt so empty – picked me up, wrapped me in his arms and lay ... just lay ... on the bed, holding me. After a while, he released me and got up, began to dress.

"Stay," I said.

He paused, looking at me, regret in his eyes. "I'd love to," he said, "but I have a family to get back to."

"Then why..." I began.

"My wife hates sex," he said. "Once we had a son and a daughter, she cut me off. She knows I pay for sex, but as long as it's not waved in her face, she'd rather this than suffer me to have her. I love her, and I love the kids, but..."

"Will you come back?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, I do."

"Don't fall in love with me, will you?"

I smiled at him. "I think I am, already. But I know I can't have you. Probably no-one will want to marry me anyway. But I'd like you to come back ... and ask for Gabriella."

He bent and kissed me gently on my forehead. "I hope you prosper, Gabriella, and find happiness in the end." Then ... he left.

Shortly after, an older woman came in the room. "So ... how are you, deary? Are you okay?"

"I am very okay, thank you. What is your name?"

"I am Anna. I already know you are Gabriella. Was he gentle with you?"

"Oh, yes. I mean, it hurt a bit, but he made me feel so good..."

"That is good. We keep notes, you know, about how customers treat our girls. We haven't had to ban anyone yet, but we've only been going a few days. So ... if he comes back and asks for you, you won't mind?"

"Oh, no, not at all."

She must have heard something in my voice, because she frowned. "Don't go and fall in love with a customer."

"I know. He said the same. I know no man will want to marry me now, anyway. But it would be fun to have him again."

She was looking at me. I mean, she was looking all over my body. "He took your ass, too?" I thought there was disapproval in her voice.

"Yes, but he asked first, and explained. I thought ... well, I thought since he'd been so gentle before..."

Her face cleared. "Oh, that's fine, then. As long as he didn't force you."

"No. And I quite enjoyed it, really, once ... well, you know, I expect."

"Yes, I do know. And I tell you, don't give up on finding your own man. I was a prostitute in Amsterdam until I met my husband. He's never condemned me and we've lived here over twenty years now. But let's get you cleaned up, then we'll move you out of the virgins' wing."

I hadn't quite thought about what had happened. Of course, I wasn't a virgin any more, and I'd have to start my work as a prostitute. I didn't feel much different, apart from a little soreness.

She washed me gently and I helped her strip the bed. The sheets had evidence of our activities.

"Let's get you dressed," Anna said, matter-of-factly. I'd forgotten I was naked, and suddenly realised I didn't care any more. She produced plain panties and bra, which I put on, though I had rarely bothered before. I mean, my tits were barely a B cup. She saw my expression. "It's up to you, but even little breasts sag in time without support. Yours are too nice not to look after them."

I must have looked shocked, so she went on, "Don't doubt men will love them, deary. And your ass, too. You probably think it's too big, but they'll be queuing up to take you if you're happy with them in your ass." She produced a dress, light blue, patterned with flowers. I took it and put it on; it fitted well enough. A pair of sandals with a slight heel completed the outfit. She led me out of the room, out of that block and along a short corridor, through a door that had a digital lock on the outside, and eventually to a room that was to be mine.

It was about four metres by five, painted a neutral beige, with a clear glass shower cubicle, toilet, bidet and basin along the shorter wall. A large, substantially constructed bed, an armchair two people could probably cuddle in, wardrobe, table and office chair completed the furnishings, but there was a television mounted on the wall opposite the bed, with a shelf under it, and a small computer on the table.

"Here you are, deary," Anna said, "later on you can choose to paint the walls differently if you like. If I were you, I'd use some of your free time in learning English and German. You can study other things too, if you wish. We will obtain study materials."

"Why... ?"

"Why do we do this? We don't want to just use you. This is only a way of paying for your expenses until you can make your own way. For now, relax. You won't be on the schedule until day after tomorrow. Your neighbour is busy at present, but she'll be in to say hello in a little while. Oh ... one other thing..." She rummaged under the pillow and produced something like a hospital call-button, on a lanyard she hung round my neck. "This is in case you have a customer who tries to hurt you or do something you don't want. The only things they can demand of you are oral and vaginal sex, and they must be considerate about those. For example, you can demand they take a shower before taking them to bed. Mostly, they won't mind, especially if you get in there with them and wash them. Anal sex is only with your consent. Male staff can have sex with you without a condom. They are all tested and have to sign for certain conditions of service, but they should be clean and considerate. If you say no, perhaps because you're sore, they have to respect that. They don't pay, but they count towards your expenses. There are other things, too. But that will all wait."

I went up to her and hugged her. "Thank you, Anna. I hope we can talk again. Perhaps you can come and talk to me about some things I may be asked to do?"

She smiled. "Yes. I'd like that, too."

After she went I examined the room. There were several dresses and a kimono in the wardrobe, along with lingerie in a little drawer. I had no complaints. The television had what seemed like hundreds of channels, including several... 'adult' ones. I settled down to see what I could learn.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!"

It was Branka! She was my neighbour! I jumped off the bed and headed for her; we met in the middle and hugged.

"Gabriella! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Are you?"

"Well, apart from my last customer wanted to do me in the ass! The cheek of it!"

"It's not so bad," I said, "the man who took my virginity asked. It hurt a bit at first, but I quite liked it once I got going."

The shock on her face was almost hilarious. "Gabriella! You! You ... had it in the back? What's happened to you?"

"Well, first of all, I found I like sex. And I've made up my mind that if I'm going to be a prostitute, I'm going to be a professional one, and get as much as I can out of it. Both money ... and pleasure, when I can."

She was shaking her head. "Was it really okay? I mean my first time was not very good, really."

"Oh, he went to enormous lengths to make sure it was good for me as well as him. When he wanted my ass, I thought, 'he's been gentle and kind, so I'll trust him with that'. And apparently I made a lot of money out of it."

"I wish I could be sure of someone like that."

"Well, why don't you ask? It seems to me they try hard to make sure we're okay. Anyway ... do you know what happened to Jana?"

"Yes! I asked about you and her, and they said you'd be coming this afternoon. Jana hasn't been broached yet. There aren't many men willing to pay for a virgin that ... Oh! You said you could trust him! They said they were careful about which men got to have us! Yes. I see what you mean." She hugged me again. "You're watching porn?"

"I'm learning about my new profession."

She looked at me, wide-eyed. "I never thought about it like that. I thought I'd just lie back and let them fuck me, for money."

"I think you can do that, but if you go to a little trouble, they may want to come back and you'll earn more. Branka, if I'm going to be a whore ... I'm going to be an expert whore. I'm going to be a successful one. And while I'm being a whore, I'm going to study, so I don't have to be a whore for the rest of my life."

"Can I ... can I join in?"

"Of course. You're my friend! You know, Branka, we might make more if we work together, sometimes."

"Oh. I'm not so sure..."

"We'll talk about it, okay?"

Talk we did until a Warder came and called Branka to work. I set to work with the computer. I was a bit clumsy, but I slowly learned how to get around the Web...

The next day, Anna came and told me Jana was to have her first time that morning, and would be moving in the room opposite later that day. It was after lunch – soup and bread – she came back and took me to see Jana. Branka was busy, but came later on. Jana had not had such a good time as I did, but the man had been gentle enough. We talked and I explained how she could get more pleasure out of it, and what I intended to do.

"I'm going to be a successful prostitute, Jana, and make like I'm enjoying it, even if I'm not." I explained how she could make herself feel good, even if the man wasn't any good. She, like Branka, saw what I was getting at and we made a pact to work together and support each other.

My first customer was an older man, like Lothar who took my virginity, but he didn't have the same confidence. I led him to the chair and sat him down, then stripped my dress off in front of him and replaced it with my robe. I sat on his lap and snuggled against his chest. We couldn't talk, because I only had Croat and a little German, while he only had English and French. But I managed to communicate, by kissing him softly, and putting his hand inside my robe. Once I thought he was warming up, I undressed him and got him on the bed, then peeled off my robe, bra and panties, making sure he got a good look at my pussy as I slipped the last down my legs.

I sucked him a bit, but he was pretty hard anyway, so I straddled him and rode him slowly. I had to take his hands and put them on me; to guide them over me. As he got into it, I speeded up, having little orgasms myself that I knew he would feel, until I felt him tense up. I was sad he had to wear a condom, so I couldn't feel him come, but I felt him shudder and jerk. I continued to move slowly until he shrank and fell out of me, then lay down on him. Men, I have found, seem to like that. At the time, it just seemed like the thing to do. I held him and he started to weep. I didn't know why, of course, so I just rolled to the side and held him as he cried.

The Warder came to the door to call time, but I shook my head at him and held up my hand, fingers spread, to ask for five minutes, and he left again. It was only a couple of minutes later he gently detached himself from me and sat up. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Thank you, very much," and went to gather his clothes and dress. I'd have rather liked to shower with him, but there was no time left.

It was Anna who came to collect him. And it was Anna who came back ten minutes after to explain that the man's wife had had an affair and left him, just a few months before. They'd pre-booked the holiday and he decided to take it anyway, and when he heard about the Seraglio, thought it might make him feel better. I think it must have, because he came back a couple of days later and booked me for two hours. It was really nice; he was gentle and considerate and made me come a lot. We cuddled, and I got to shower with him ... twice. He came back for another two hours the day before he left and gave me an enormous tip and a card with his name, email address and mobile phone number. Through Anna, he told me if ever I was in England and needed help, to call him.

It took time for word to get around, so I wasn't that busy at first. I did a Warder each day, just to cover costs ... the fact I got so I needed sex had nothing to do with it. Honest. Lothar came back a week after he deflowered me. We had a lovely, tender time and I thanked him, thoroughly, for his kindness.

The Seraglio got really busy after a few weeks, and I was one of the most popular girls. I was doing up to ten sessions a day and still studying with Jana and Branka. Yes – we did 'work' together, in various combinations. Oh, and I found I quite enjoyed doing two men at a time. Just not too often.

Now? Oh, we all worked nearly five years before we left with a nice nest-egg each and Centrovian passports. We got work in a coffee-bar in Amsterdam, but we didn't whore for a living any more. That's not to say we gave up on sex, just that we were more conventional about it. I met a lovely Englishman, who begged me to go with him to a town I'd never heard of, Bury Saint Edmunds, in Suffolk. I didn't go and live with him straight away, but I did move and, again got a job in a coffee-shop on the basis of my experience and linguistic skills. Six months later, after a gentle but persistent courting, he asked me to marry him and I agreed. Yes – he knows my history, and doesn't seem to mind. He insisted that I keep my money separate, so if anything went wrong I wouldn't be left stranded. I argued, but he was steadfast.

I'm pregnant for the third time. The first was a boy, and Hugh let me call him Lothar, the second a girl ... Anna, of course. Duke Gerhardt? A remarkable man. I owe him a lot. Perhaps the third will be a boy and I can persuade Hugh to let me call him Gerhardt?

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