Julia's Descent

It stiffened instantly, she licked it and finally opened her mouth to take the tip between her teeth.

"Ready," Carla laughed, "You see I still have it!"

"Oui!" he agreed and Carla guided his cock into Julia's waiting cunt.

"Ohhhh," he exclaimed, "Is good!"

"So do something with her tits, give her a good time too," Carla suggested.

"Oui, Jean - Jaques, go for it!" his friend said as he walked up beside them.

"Merde! Phillipe, where have you been." he asked.

"Fucking in the brothel bar of course," he laughed, "Nice and warm and private!"

"Ohhhh," Juila gasped as Jean-Jaques twisted her nipples and humped against her, "Thats so good!"

Jean-Jacques suddenly grunted his hips spasmed and he started to shudder as he started to shoot his load, "Ohhh," he cried.

"Oh shit!" Julia cried in frustration as her whole being craved orgasm, oblivious now to the crowd of onlookers surrounding her as he fucked into her.

Giorgio|they returned Jean-Jacques was zippering up his pants as he was leaving.

"She OK?" Marco asked, "Good ride?"

"Oui," he replied simply.

"Francais," Giorio explained, "But what you think."

"Nice ass," Marco said, "Can I try?"

"Sure, hold her down Carla," Giorgio ordered.

Julia was exhausted, she didn't need Julia's hand to hold her, she just lay over the bench with her bottom raised.

"She take it up the ass?" Marco asked.

"Not yet," Giorgio admitted as he watched Marco slip a condom onto his short fat cock and move around behind Julia ready to fuck her.

"Freebie right?" he asked.

"Taster," Carla agreed, "You like her then she's one thousand dollars American."

"OK," Marco agreed as he pushed the tip of his cock past Julia's now slightly swollen cunt lips and into her sopping wet vagina.

"Good, very good," Marco agreed and he slid back out of her again. "Let us have a drink, I get Sabrina to fill in here, one moment." Marco agreed, he wiped his still rigid cock and forced it back in his pants.

Marco returned before Carla had finished arguing with a couple of young men who were trying to negotiate a discount.

"This is Sabrina, and Franco," Marco explained.

Sabrina was completely naked except for leather wrist, ankle and collar restraints identical to those Julia word, the dying rays of sunlight shone on her ebony skin, "She usually works in the bar, the fresh air will be good!"

Carla helped Julia up, her puss throbbed and her knees buckled as she tried to walk but Giorgio and Carla supported her as they helped her to walk the hundred yards or so to the shops.

The shops were identical low rise Mediterranean style whitewashed against the sun, each narrow frontage had a narrow door and a wide window in which a girl posed provocatively or against which the curtains were drawn as she entertained.

Each shop had one girl, only one girl and one customer was allowed by tradition and local law, and only after sunset until before sunrise.

Julia stared, was this to be her future.

Bars and clubs lined the narrow streets leading to the old town, too narrow even for donkey carts people jostled to move around.

Julia saw a line of uniformed officers blocking the street, hope flared briefly and died as she saw they were preventing unlicensed women passing a line of bollards, which separated the brothel bars from the rest of the street, "You should have read the notices," Carla said, "No unlicensed whores after 5pm."

"It wasn't," she said, "I don't understand the language!"

A young woman peered at them through the window beside the entrance door, she looked bored.

The admission charge was one hundred dollars but the doorman ushered them in on Marco's instruction.

A barman looked on, swarthy, Spanish maybe, medium height and dressed only in rubber shorts and a bow tie he stood grinning from behind the bar.

Several middle aged men sat at tables in the small room.

"Fresh meat," Marco laughed, "Feel it!"

Julia froze as a fat middle aged man lifted her skirt, his fingers touched her sex sending shivers of anticipation and longing coursing through her veins.

"She suck?" his friend asked.

"Fifty," Marco chuckled, "On your knees bitch!" he said.

Julia flared angrily, but Carla reassured her, "He calls all the girls bitch, don't worry," she said.

"But!" Julia pleaded.

"He is a good man, he understands girls," Carla said reassuringly, "We caught almost all his girls didn't we Marco?"

"Yes, you know what I likes," Marco agreed, "Not too fat, nice tits, sexy, you know juice up real fast."

"But!" Julia pleaded, "You can't, not sell me!"

"Oh no, just hire," Carla said, "A week maybe, after that you can decide whether to stay on or not, that's if he likes you."

"Oh god!" Julia exclaimed.

"So show me how you suck cock," Marco demanded as the man paid his fifty dollars.

"No!" Julia protested but Carla pushed her face into the man's crotch.

"Suck!" Carl ordered.

Julia tried to resist but Carla pried her mouth open and the swarthy middle aged man began to fuck her face.

"Is good," he said , "Is very good, she suck, Agghh she bite, she bite," he screamed ad they dragged Julia off him with the chain attached to her collar.

"She no good," Marco explained, "For brothel whore, put her in the cubicle!"

"Ok," Carla agreed, "Why?"

"I want to fuck her tight ass," Marco explained, "Nice virgin asshole."

Carla went towards the entrance door, just to one side was another door which she opened to reveal the buttocks of a young woman with the number 299 tattooed on her left cheek

"Hanna," Carla said softly, "Break time," and she lifted a wooden screen to reveal the naked woman's top half and the street scene beyond the window.

"Good, I get cramp," the woman replied as she stepped backwards to pass Carla, "I do blow jobs yes?"

"Yes," Marco agreed, "Get the bitch naked."

Julia's skirt came down easily but then had to release her hands to remove her blouse, "One false move and we cut it off, Giorgio cautioned and then Julia was naked.

They manhandled her into the cubicle, ot was as big as a lavatory cubicle but the window was set in a thick wall and there was a stone shelf with half round cups in it where generations of whores had been bent while men had used them.

A convenient hook secured Julia's collar and as Carla eased her tits into the stone cups so she stared out of the tiny window at the people passing by as Carla secured her hands and feet to iron rings and finally brought down the screen against her lower back.

Marco was first up, but after five minutes of trying to force his fat cock up Julia's tight ass he gave up and rammed it brutally into Julia's eager pussy.

"Ohhhh," Julia wailed.

"See, natural born whore," Giorgio exclaimed.

Julia's mind was exploding again, she hallucinated, she thought she saw her dad.

She saw her dad, with a chained naked whore, in the street outside her window trying to do a deal.

"Dad!" she screamed, "In here!"

He looked at her, "Sure honey!" he said, "Why you're the spit if my girl Julia!"

He went inside, "Hey how much for the whore in the window?"

"One hundred dollars American," Giorgio explained, "She is new Mr Marchesso is trying her out him self."

"Right, so how much to fuck you darlin?"he asked Carla.

"One thousand euros and you use a condom," she said looking him straight in the eye.

"How about fifty?" he asked.

"How about you lose fifty pounds and take a bath?" Carla replied.

"Hey, no need to be personal," he replied, "I'll wait."

Marco finished up, and opened the small dark boarded door, "Five hundred maybe?" he suggested.

"Say you finished, I got some serious business with that whore!" Julia's father insisted, "She reminds me of my little Julia!"

Carla smiled, maybe just maybe a big paycheck was waiting.

He stepped inside the cubicle and dropped his pants, Julia's torso disappeared above the waist hidden by the screen but her ass was very muck available.

"Virgin ass," he commented.

"You paid to fuck her pussy not her ass!" Marco explained.

Julia tried to hear what was being said, she seemed completely divorced from her sex as she struggled to work out if it actually was her faather in the cubicle with her.

"Dad?" she said.

"Oh lordy she even sounds like Julia," he said and he rammed his condom clad nine inch dick deep into her now bruised pussy.

"Dad its me Julia!" Julia cried.

"Good, keep on, make like I'm fucking my Julia," he said, "Like old Hank Myers is screwing his little girl."

"It's me daddy!" Julia pleaded.

"Fuckkkkk!" he pleaded as he filled the condom with scuzzy grey slime, "Oh fuck that was my all time fantasy."

"Myers?" Marco queried, "Is that not her name?"

"Ah," Carla blustered anxious that Julia should never realise that the boy who stole her bag worked for them, not just them obviously, freelance but he had still sold Julia's ID to Giorgio,and her cell phone and other stuff to some other traders earlier.

"That's one hell of a piece of ass!" Hank Myers agreed.

"Congratulations," Carla said sarcastically.

"What?" Hank replied.

"On breeding one hell of a piece of ass, she is your daughter Mt Myers." Carla said brutally.

Hank wobbled and sat down, "Gee I'll go to hell for this," he gasped.

"Jail more likely," Marco suggested, "Twenty five years for incest."

"Gee, who'll know?" he asked.

"No one," Marco agreed, "Ten thousand American says no one."

"Gee boy," Hank admitted, "I'm just a small town auto trader, I ain't got that sort of cash."

"No cash, no promises," Marco replied.

"Look, you keep the girl," Hank suggested, "We don't report her missing nor nothing, not for a month, how's that?"

"Ah?" Marco replied, "What do you think?"

To be continued.