The Brothels of the Shallow

I was dragged through a series of rather dirty back-alleys with the hand of the meaty man constantly on my shoulder. The more petite figure walked ahead of us. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t make out much about them in terms of identifying features. The combination of tight leather armour covered by oversized cloaks didn’t even reveal an inch of skin, as the smaller figure kept their hands firmly hidden within the folds of their clothes.

Just when I was about to get bored, we reached a thick wooden door in a dark corner of yet another alley. My smaller kidnapper knocked on the door in a certain rhythm. In response a metal cover was pulled aside, opening a small slit where distrusting eyes mustered us. The man behind the door grunted approvingly, “Dagger and Blunt are back!”, he yelled over his shoulder, then he shut the viewport and locks started clicking.

Dagger went ahead through the now open door and Blunt pushed me through after them. Moments later the door was shut again. The man who was now closing the door again was a rather ugly creature, with a considerably hunched back and a face and body puffy from bad hygiene and overuse of ****. He turned to me and gave me a grin that was missing most teeth, “Looks like you found something interesting today.”. Dagger ignored the hunched man while Blunt cracked his neck before responding, “Shut up, Buckle.”.

We walked through a short hallway into a wooden room lit by a multitude of candles. Most of the room was taken up by a large round table, around which a handful of people were playing dice. Their clothes were similar to that of Dagger and Blunt, though of lower quality. They looked me up and down, then gave a wave indicating for us to continue.

After another hallway and locked door, to which Dagger had a key this time, we entered a room I would not have expected in a place like the Shallows. The first thing that hit me was a pleasant, if a bit strong, smell of perfume and a sweet smoke. The room reminded me slightly of the throne room in my domain with the floor mostly covered in carpets and pillows. Very sparingly clothed and often nude people were gathered in circles around waterpipes with multiple hoses. Women and some men were serving drinks and entertaining the visitors, they were all marked by a brand on their butt; A heart wrapped in crossed chains.

Blunt grabbed my shoulder again, “Strip.”, he commanded. ‘You don’t have to tell me twice.’, I chuckled inwardly. Soon I was nude, revealing the lithe, pale body I had picked for this form. “Not bad,”, Blunt commented, “perhaps you could even work here.”. He moved me to the centre of a room, where I immediately spotted empty wooden stocks elevated a foot above the ground on a circular platform. ‘Might as well see how this goes.’, I mused. I hadn’t been submissive in my sexual encounters so far, but there was nothing in the Incubus-Handbook that insisted upon dominant sex.

Blunt pushed me into the stocks, which left me bent over at the hip at a 90° angle. He then closed the stocks over my neck and wrists before securing them with a thick lock. “We have a guest today.”, he announced to the visitors, “He is a soft-skinned errand boy from the coins. His master will meet with us tonight to discuss his fruitful business endeavours.”, Blunt smiled, “Make sure he enjoys himself in our care.”. I felt dozens of greedy eyes lock onto my exposed body, and I felt the room fill with lust. It was like a wave of hot air rushing over me. It was exhilarating. My demonic soul rejoiced, awaiting the imminent explosion of lust.