The Scarlet Royal: Defeated Throne of Lycans

Baught

Just great, I thought I was going to be lucky today “Here!” I called as I swallowed the dry pastry, almost coughing. “I am just about to get ready.”

“Come here, girl!” She called to me again. I could tell it was from the greeting room in the front of the house. Johns would make their choice of worker for the evening in that room. It was set up as a regular parlor with tables and sofas for clients to sit and ladies to recline on. Liquor and food was offered to those who wished to partake in it.

“Yes, Dame?” I asked when I entered the room, holding a curtsy.

“Stand and come, girl.” Dame Dracilla indicated the seat in the sofa next to her as I quickly rose to join her. “I have a request for you tonight from a Duke.” She began. “He was newly appointed by the werewolf king this morning, and wants to ‘celebrate’ in a special way and has heard about you and you touch. So he has bought your services for the whole evening for himself.” Dame Dracilla showed me the correspondence.

“I will get ready at once then, Dame.” I began to rise, but the Dame indicated for me to wait; making me pause and sit back down.

“This Duke is known for ‘eccentric’ tastes in the bedroom.” She looked at me in what was almost sympathy. “If he tries something, we can’t use the safe word this time. He paid five hundred gold coins just for the privilege.”

Fucking hell I thought. Usually that meant the werewolf liked either whip play or had some sort of fetish. I couldn’t afford any scars on my body; that would mean the whole night I would be dancing on a line of trying to please the customer and also not damaging myself in the process.

“I understand. I’ll go and wash thoroughly.” Werewolves could get territorial during s*x, and smelling other males could send them into a rut, which could be deadly for a human. I hoped that this evening I would come out unscathed at the least.

I went to my assigned room of the house near the top floor. The room had wallpaper with a peacock theme to it and the floor was a rich red carpet that I hated. Any liquid on it would take hours of cleaning just to get rid of the smell. There was a king sized bed in the center of the farthest wall away, with deep purple silk sheets on it and pillows of various sizes in greens and golds. The bed itself had four wooden posts on the corners that had been painted silver. Each post had a ring on it, for those who preferred to bind or be bound during my sessions.

In the corner was a wooden trunk, one that unfortunately I would have to unlock tonight. In it were whips, rope, gags, and much much more. Implements of pleasure and pain that every room had, but all workers hoped they wouldn’t need. I had only ever opened this box once before, and that memory always made me shudder.

The night of my eighteenth birthday, the night my virginity was auctioned off. I remembered that day and shook myself a little. I had gone for forty gold coins that night for the pleasure of a bar owner. I remembered how he had smelled of stale beer and body odor. He had had his mate sit in the corner and watch as he had me strapped to the bed and started to whip me.

I had endured quite a bit before the whip really began to hurt. When I had used the safe word ‘banana’ he had ignored me and continued whipping. It wasn’t until I was screaming that word repeatedly before Dame Dracilla had stepped in and stopped the wolf; which he had almost ripped my back open by the time she had gotten there.

The Dame’s excuse for ruining the patron’s session was that he couldn’t damage her wares, so he toned it down and stopped with the whip. When the Dame had left, he gagged me and hurt me in other ways. She had told him not to damage or break the skin, not that he couldn’t bruise it.

I had wound up looking like the peacock wallpaper, covered in bruises from my neck to my toes. He left my face untouched, just to please the Dame. After hours of beating and bruising, he had finally done the deed, forcing himself into me. He had barely gone five minutes after breaking my hymen before he finally climaxed. His mate sat in the corner the whole time, silent and watchful.

I had a small speck of sympathy for the wolf, watching her towards the end. I knew a mated pare felt when the other cheated, I heard it was like having hot pokers shoved into your heart and needles pushed into your skin. His mate had sat there, with bruises barely covered on her own body. Her eyes held tears as she silently cried, and dared to not make a sound. I knew that werewolves healed faster than humans. So if a bruise was on a wolf for longer than an hour or two, it usually meant a break had happened. The patron’s mate had sat there from dusk until midnight, still with the same bruises.

I went to the wall on the left where a bath was waiting for me in a steel clawfoot tub, which was large enough to hold three people at a time. I stripped and threw my used clothes down a chute beside the tub. The hole would lead to the laundry at the basement of the building; every room having them for easy cleanup. My assigned color was purple, so any purple garments or sheets would be washed and returned to my room.

I hopped into the hot water and began to rinse myself vigorously, even swishing some of the water around my mouth with the suds of soap. One could not be too careful where scents were involved. I scrubbed vigorously from head to toe, making sure to really get my private area. I drained the tub and rinsed off with the attached hose; hopping out as soon as I was rinsed and refilling the water. Maybe he’s into water play? I asked myself hopeful.

I went to the closet to the right of the tub and pulled out a purple thong and corset; cinching myself up and stepping into the thong once I had dried myself off. I brushed out my raven colored hair and braided it into one long strand. I used coal to accentuate my jade green eyes and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were probably my best feature I thought to myself. The jade green color was ringed by a rich purple, and extremely unusual color for a human. I huffed to myself. It was why all of my things were purple and peacock themed; Dame Dracilla had always called me the exotic little bird she had lucked upon.

Giving myself the once over, I donned the purple shift that matched my lingerie. I had three minutes to spare, so I hurried down the stairs back to the receiving room, waiting for the Duke to arrive.

I went to the lounge area and sat at a couch in the corner with two other women, the only couch that had a red rope stationed around it; warning would-be patrons the the ladies in the section were already reserved and paid for.

Right at seven, the doors to the house were opened. I could hear the women on the second floor who were charged with dancing and enticing men from the balcony. I knew they would be similarly dressed to me. The patrons came and went and girl after girl was used and returned; sometimes worse off than when they left. It was over an hour of waiting and I was starting to get a little hopeful that the Count had forgotten he had bought my services to begin with.

Just as I had thought that, a large carriage arrived at the doors of the house; the horses pulling it neighing loudly and stomping the ground. Soon after, a man entered the house reeking of pomp and too much wealth. He looked around and then smiled as the Dame approached him.