I stay and work

"I am the man who had this room, please you have to believe me!" The woman wouldn't hear it. "Make a choice now or I'll throw you out, wench." You shed a tear as you are **** to choose your fate. "I suppose working for you can't be too bad..."

That same night, after being bathed by the tall woman to "get the stink off" and being given a silk robe, you were put to work under the name of Dorthy. Josey explained to you that in order to stay, you must satisfy whatever the men or women wanted. That meant anything. Since you were the new girl, you got the customer none of the others wanted: A hulking city-watchmen named Boris. He visited once a month and paid for discretion. In other words, he didn't want consequences for what he did, so he was always given the new girls or the ones that people didn't like. You quickly grew terrified.

Once in his room, he tore your robe in half and threw you onto the bed. He took a fistful of your hair and bent you over while undoing his breeches. And suddenly he smashed his massive shaft straight into your mud-hole. With each thrust you cry out in pain and each time, he would smack you across the face with a gloved hand. Once he finished, he tossed you on the floor and rolled over, falling asleep almost immediately. You curled up in a ball on the floor and wept in pain and misery until the lady from up front dragged you out.

"Get used to it sweetheart, I think he liked you."

END (Or is it? More to come sometime)