The Best Little Whorehouse
Copyright© 2024 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Modeled somewhat after the Broadway play, this erotic romp races through the lives of highly-skilled women as they entertain power brokers, from Congressmen to foreign dignitaries, each with their own style of kink. Will the new, innocent girl, Gay, survive the challenges thrown her way? And what of the doctor and his mind control experiments, and who is this mysterious Mr. Horse? EXTREME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis Mind Control NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Light Bond Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Politics Prostitution
Kimi had planned on taking the day off but the anonymous little note that she had received had wrecked her plans. She was all jittery and flustered, and scared. She read it again, for the fifth time.
“I know about the $35,000. I have proof too. I can go the authorities. Or, you can meet me in The Dungeon at 10am. Naked. There will be a blindfold there. You will wear it. If you try and discover my identity, the deal is off and I’ll expose you.”
She couldn’t imagine that this was happening ... to her ... here, of all places. Here, where she felt say and sound. She had debated calling or texting her boyfriend, but, since their relationship was a secret, she didn’t want to get him involved.
Resigning herself, she left her room and made for the elevator. She’d be racking her brain, trying to figure out who was doing this to her. It had to be someone who worked her, because rooms like The Dungeon were restricted access. It could be a guest, but that was pretty far-fetched.
Once she arrived at the room, she let herself in. It was, she admitted, a work of art. Dark, damp, with an old smell that while not unpleasant, wasn’t pleasant either. The stone-like interior had several jail-like cells, and leaky water could be heard. She saw the blindfold. Sighing, she removed the clothes from her petite body. At just two inches over five feet and barely 100 pounds, she was small, but she was proud of her body. Finally, she put on the blindfold.
Just seconds later a hand gripped her arm and startled her. It pulled her towards the right, and she followed.
“Don’t hurt me,” she said, somewhat submissively, “please.”
“Quiet,” came the reply, an unusual voice, tinny, sounding like a robot.
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