Cheap brothel

Your mistress returns as you finish getting dressed. Speaking to your master she says "I managed to find a place that will hire a useless whore like her. It's a cheap brothel near the docks; they cater to rough clientele." She looks at you and adds "I also picked up something for her to wear." She hands you an old red dress. You thank her and bow low. She is the Queen's head maid after all and you are just an indentured servant.

When the slinky scrap of clothe was new, it was probably worn by a whore, a slutty red dress just barely covering the nipples with a ruffled skirt that was great for giving teasing glimpses of the wearer's snatch. Now it was torn either from age or some unruly customers. You put it on. Standing still your cunt is visible from a few angles, and your nipples peak out over the top of both your corset and dress.

Your wrists are again bound and your leash reattached, but they do not give you a hobble tie or blindfold. There is less bondage, you could run, but where? With your new disguise who would help you? And impersonating the queen is a serious crime. Plus that would end this exciting session.

They lead you out of the hovel, and towards the docks. As a group you reach the brothel and enter through the side door, passing a whore as she leaves. The unknown whore is sweaty and her hair is messy. She wears a lacy bra with matching stocking held up by a garter belt and displays a drying creampie.

Inside is a woman about your age, but a little taller. She wears a long, tight, blue dress, patterned with red roses. She stands beside a desk. Behind which is a fat, dirty, and overall sleazy man, that identifies himself as the owner and the women as the madam. He speaks to your master and mistress, only acknowledging you when he inspects you. Crudely pinching your ass and tits, he appraises you like a piece of meat. He thoroughly molests you, so when his grimy fingers worm their way into your mouth they are flavored with your own juices.

While your owners continue haggling he forces you to your knees to suck his cock. "See," he grunts with your lips around his member. "The piece of gutter trash can hardly suck properly. Any proper cocksucker would have finished me off," Even though you know he is insulting you just to get a better deal. It still hurts for hear him say such cruel things. You have worked so hard on being an expert cocksucker. You can taste leftover cum; he likely put a load into the whore before you showed up to get into a better bargaining position.

He slowly gets hard as they talk exhaustively about rates and prices with your master and mistress. He reaches a final agreement. He will keep two thirds of your earnings and notify your two debt holders when you have earned the necessary silver. All three seemed pleased with the agreement, but no one asks for your opinion. Why would they? You just keep bobbing your head on his shaft even after your debt holders leave. After they leave, the your new employer roughly grips your hair and starts viciously slamming your head onto his cock. Your noise bangs against his pelvis and the tip of his dirty cock forces itself into your throat. As he face-fucks you the brothel owner groans out that you are to follow all of the madam's orders or else. He empties a disappointingly small load of semen into your mouth. You have no problem swallowing it. As he collapses back into his chair, the Madam leads you away and begins explaining your new role.