The sisters debt

The brothel owner, a greasy man named Vince, swaggered into the cramped back room of his establishment, a satisfied smirk plastered across his face. He held up a pair of lacy G-strings and matching high heels, dangling them from his thick fingers like trophies. "Well ladies, these are your new uniforms," he announced crudely, eyes raking over Alix, Laurane, and Elsa with undisguised lust.

Alix couldn't help but scowl at the sight of the skimpy undergarments, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. As a proud feminist, she had always been vocal about her disapproval of the objectification of women, especially within the sex industry. She glared at Vince, her green eyes blazing with anger and disgust. "We will not **** ourselves by wearing those."

Vince chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the display of resistance. His gaze lingered on Alix, taking in her short, spiky hair and fiery expression. "Oh, but you don't have much choice in the matter, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, I recently acquired quite a substantial debt that your dear old dad owes me. And unless you and your lovely sisters here agree to work off that debt in my little establishment, things might get very... uncomfortable for your family."

Laurane gasped, her delicate hand flying to her mouth in shock, while Elsa cursed under her breath, her blue eyes flashing with fury. But Alix was the first to respond, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "You sick bastard," she spat. "How dare you use our father's mistakes to manipulate and exploit us?"

But Vince only laughed again, seemingly unfazed by Alix's words. "I didn't make the rules, darling," he replied coolly. "Now put those damn things on and let me see how they look on you."

With great ****, the three sisters began to change into the provocative garments, shooting angry glances at Vince as they did so. Alix could feel his eyes on her as she slipped on the tiny thong and slid her feet into the stiletto heels, her heart pounding with rage and humiliation. How had this happened? How could they possibly escape from this vicious cycle of **** and ****?

As if sensing her thoughts, Vince stepped closer, his eyes narrowing with predatory intent. "Ah, there we go," he murmured approvingly, eyeing Alix's body hungrily. "Perfect fit. Now, why don't you come over here and show me just how grateful you are for my generosity?"

Before Alix could even process what was happening, Vince grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her towards him, forcing her to kneel between his legs. With a sneer, he unzipped his pants and yanked out his semi-erect cock, waving it tauntingly in front of her face. "Suck it, whore," he growled, tightening his grip on her hair.

Tears of shame and anger welled up in Alix's eyes as she hesitantly took him into her mouth, feeling bile rise in her throat as she tasted his foul scent and bitter taste. She tried to think of anything else - her activism, her friends, her dreams - as Vince thrust himself deeper down her throat, groaning with pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Vince grunted loudly and released his load onto Alix's face, laughing coldly as she choked and spluttered, trying to rid herself of the sticky mess. Without a word, he wiped his still-erect member on her short hair, leaving a trail of wetness behind. "Good girl," he purred mockingly, patting her head like one would pat a dog.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Alix stumbled to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at her sisters, who were similarly dressed in the offensive outfits, their faces pale with shock and despair. They all knew that this was only the beginning of their nightmare, trapped in this sordid world of sexual slavery and deceit, with no hope of ever escaping Vince's clutches