Bartender.
The sky outside the pub was dark when I finished serving the two fools at the table by my bar. They'd talked loudly about robbing the madame of the Aviary and drank themselves into a stupor.
When the moon was well in the sky I called out to my son to throw them in the blonde one's room, the paying guest could sort out reimbursement tomorrow.
Dove.
My broken leg itched fiercely in the binding Raven had taught me to tie. A shell of protection to make sure I didn't end up with a limp like the madame. In such a short time, she'd taught me to so much. I forced myself to think of something else, someone else, to keep myself together.
I dragged the bucket along as I made my way with the mop across the floor.
Tonight the madame would be putting on one of her tableau's. This one was called, the lion and the leper. In her version of the story the fierce lion would .. puncture.. the leper to end her suffering, over and over again in front of the crowd. This was her rowdiest tableau.
The redhead from the other day, Phoenix, would be the pauper pleading on behalf of her sick family for help. Phoenix still refused to talk to me and when I saw her eyes today I think I figured out why, she was Mat'ar. Many of them blamed my house for their misfortune, their status as slaves. Her brand on the inside of her thumb was evidence of that contract with the crown.
I'd seen her outfit for the tableau when I stopped for lunch in between doing the upstairs and starting the main level floors. Her cold face had been impassive. Her chest was unbound, two small straps of fabric barely covering her peaked nipples in the cold castle. Around her waist was a sheer piece of fabric that left nothing to the imagination.
Phoenix would experience this tableau every night for seven days before a new girl would take over the lead role in a new tableau. The madame seemed to only use Phoenix for the most graphic of her ideas. I didn't know how she could stand the humiliation.
I could hear the music start up upstairs and curious, I left my mop and bucket at the base of the stairs before slipping into the back of the room to watch. Maybe it wasn't that bad, the whispers of the other girls could have been wrong.
When I arrived, Phoenix was pleading with a beast of a man I'd never seen, a patron I think, for help to save herself and her village by providing them with necessary medicines. Sometimes patrons could pay an extra fee to act out a fantasy in these tableaus in front of a crowd. There were some men, and women, who liked to have an audience. The large hairy man had a predatory gleam in his eye, he asked of her "why should I grant you this when you've nothing to give me?"
"If you save my tribe" she whispered hesitantly, laying on her back and spreading her legs.
"You may have me." She finished, unveiling her bare core to the hungry man. Gasps echoed around the room and I could hear chairs pulled closer.
"How pink you are, I should like to taste you before deciding." He pronounced, getting down onto his knees and grabbing her hips to pull her closer. Her head remained pressed against the wooden floor while her legs were over his shoulders, her lips pressed against his face.
He began to lick with abandon, loud slurping sounds echoing in the room and in front of my eyes he grew large and stiff. He growled.
"So sweet, you may yet see your family rise from its ashes little phoenix" he cooed loudly into her pussy while she moaned in an exaggerated way for the crowd but looking at her face, she was as cold and unfeeling as ever. She met my eyes for a moment and I jerked back, I'd seen enough and regretted coming into the room.
Quickly, I made to slip out of the room, but not quickly enough.
In the hall a large ugly man grabbed at me by my throat and flung me against the wall. I began to tremble, my whole body afraid, as I clawed at his large, powerful hand.
"And who might this little kitten be?" He growled, and I didn't like how he looked at me. My feet didn't touch the ground, but he leaned forward and pressed a knee against my good leg to ease some of the pressure so I wouldn't faint before I could answer.
"D-dove, please let me down I'm not one of the girls available for purchase, ask the madame, call the madame." I gasped out franticly still desperately clawing at his hands and he seemed to enjoy my panic, my fear. He gave a snide grin, "everyone of the girls, no matter who they are, are available little dove."
With that he ripped open my blouse with his other hand exposing my breasts and took one pert nipple in his mouth, suckling hard. I gasped in pain, growing light headed as he applied more pressure to my throat to stop me from crying out. Spots showed behind my eyelids as I clawed desperately against his hand to stop him from suffocating me.
His mouth shifted to my other breast, taking the flesh entirely into his mouth. I could feel his tongue exploring my skin before he shifted to suck, painfully, on my nipple. Like a man obsessed with drawing milk from a barren cow.
He then pulled my dress up and shoved his hand into my underwear. His big, thick, meaty fingers found the lips of my pussy and began to rub around in my most intimate place until he found my clitoris with his thumb.
I gasped again, hitting at the man to stop him before he decided to rape me. My fists did nothing but excite him more and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my leg from inside his pants while he gyrated his pelvis against me.
His mouth released my nipple with a satisfied smile to look deep into my eyes while his fingers toyed with my pussy.
"How wet you're becoming little Dove, you clearly want my cock inside of you." He growled his smile turning into a large feral grin while I barely hold onto consciousness.
His large thumb began rubbing even faster circles that would sporadically stop while his middle finger teased my opening, testing, pressing itself inside just a little, without actually fully penetrating me like he couldn't resist seeing just how tight I was but he was also unwilling to stretch me out even a little bit with his fingers --saving that pleasure for his cock entirely. He would groan each time he did, his cock twitching against my thigh.
As he resumed rubbing my clitoris I would jerk underneath him, trails of tears down my cheeks and not enough air in my lungs to scream, my hands still clawing at my neck, his face, anything to try to make him stop. That only makes him clutch my throat tighter, a predatory satisfied grin on his face until my orgasm comes. I released myself all over his hand he laughs in my face, I shake and gasp uncontrollably briefly losing consciousness. His index finger and palm collecting the moist remnants of my orgasm like a prize.
When I come to, he pulls his hand out tauntingly to lick my shame before thrusting his fingers it into my own mouth. "Taste how sweet you are little Dove, suck on these fingers just like you'll suck on my cock soon you little whore. I'll make you taste it again, to see how great you taste, after I fill your belly with my seed." He thrusts his fingers into my mouth while I gag, crying and scared I'll faint again.
He releases my throat briefly and pulls his hand out of my mouth, to move down to unbind his pants and I see my only chance to escape. His large cock sprung free of his pants almost instantly the second he undoes a leather belt, a large crooked thing, and he uses the belt to bind my hands in front of him. Before I have a chance to escape he presses my hands over my head with a grin and then uses his other hand to guide his cock under my dress into my dripping wet pussy. I can feel the large smooth head meeting resistance and for a second he stops.
Assessing things quickly he grunts like he wasn't satisfied with the restricted range of motion, drops my hand, and then moves to take his pants off completely. I took a big inhale and used this chance, while he was bent down trying to get his pant leg over his shoe, to knee him in the nose.
Blood went everywhere and he howled angrily. I take off in a run but with my still damaged leg he hobbled faster, even blind, with his erect cock almost pressed into my back. A hair away, without knowing it, from trapping me forever. He slammed a fist out in his momentary stupor and struck against the back of my head.
I flew down the opening into the dark basement, my bound hands trying to brace for my fall and I feel his belt buckle slice into the skin of my wrist. I felt sick, recovering from lack of air and maybe a concussion. The only thing I could think to do was quickly crawl over to that special stone along the wall and press and pray that I could hobble into the secret passage before his eyes cleared and he came downstairs to finish the job.
When I made it, my whole body shook in tremors and I prayed, not even daring to breathe, that he didn't know how to get inside. I could hear it click shut behind me as his heavy footfalls started on the staircase in the room outside.