Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Let us proceed, said Enison, speaking as airily as if inviting someone to dinner, and not taking two lingerie-clad beauties into the bowels of the brothel. He opened the door to the antechamber and waved Wolf through, with the girls following on and them himself behind. The passage was bathed in scarlet, like blood turned into light. Heavy red drapes and a thick carpet seemed to swallow all sound and created a claustrophobic, hothouse atmosphere. It had the feel of some ancient labyrinth but the beast at the center was far worse than any minotaur The group entered a peculiar octagonal room, with all but one of the eight walls covered in gigantic mirrors. It was somewhat brighter here, with an exquisite chandelier hanging over a circular sofa that sat in the center. This is the Panopticon, Wolf explained casually, like a bored tour guide. Some of our clients prefer to watch instead of participate, and they can take their pleasure here. She reclined casually on the couch, tapping the lush ruby cushions next to her. Sit down for a moment, ladies. This might serve as an interesting welcome to our establishment. As she spoke Enison tapped a discreet wall panel, which slid away to reveal a series of dimly illuminated buttons. Two of them were glowing. A quiet night tonight, he mused softly. Pressing one of the lights, a mirror slowly faded away into a window, as if a cloud of smoke had dispersed. It revealed a bleak stone dungeon, like something from the bowels of a crumbling castle. Various bondage items and sundry torture devices were spread about the small gloomy space. In the center, a young woman was strapped down on a table. Her raven hair was matted with sweat, spread like spider's legs across a beautiful face frozen in a rictus of agony. Vivid, neon blue eyes blazed with pain and terror while her bound hands were fixed like claws, fingers digging into nothing. A pair of ample breasts were crushed into the surface of the table, which was dotted with sharp studs. She was being savagely sodomized by a ogrish, bloated man with pasty flesh and a shock of orange hair. Despite the domino mask he wore - the only piece of clothing on him - there was no hiding his actual identity. Oh, this is that nosy little journalist you caught, Mr Enison? inquired Wolf wryly. With his reptilian gaze fixed on the scene, Enison nodded slightly. Mmhh yes, our wannabe Nellie Bly. When his Excellency - he dripped the term sarcastically - came looking for a new girl, I thought she would be ideal, especially given his well-known sentiments towards the Fourth Estate. A bitter chuckle escaped his narrow throat, like stones rattling in a can. Ironic, no? He's doing the same to her as he is to his country. Wolf gave a sudden sharp laugh, and the pair of panderers grinned at each other. It was not friendliness, but rather the shared conviviality of two people neck deep in mutual sin. You seem ladies, growled Wolf. Curiosity did not kill the cat but I imagine this cat wish it was killed. Time to bat the mouse about a bit , thought Enison. Let's see how our new stud is doing, he said. Pressing the first button again the savage dungeon scene returned to a mirror, then with a second click the pane next to it revealed a new scene. This room was decidedly more comfortable, decorated in a Louis Quatorze style that was almost florid in its excess. A well-known popular singer knelt naked, save for the white pumps her perfect ass rested upon. She was vigorously fellating a handsome Latin man half her age, whose fingers were locked in her blonde hair while her hands dug deep into his firm buttocks. This was Mira's Marco. Quite the stallion! admired Wolf. Oh, rather, said Enison in a tone like curdled milk. They've been at it for some three hours now despite draining our young Marco dry several times over he continues to take her to even greater heights of pleasure. It would appear madame has found quite the tonic for her recent heartbreak. Enison looked over at Mira, a sickly grin on his face. You find him handsome, ladies? Perhaps we could commission him to help make your welcome more comfortable. Wolf shot a steady gaze at Enison. Enough of this, Mr Enison. I'm sure our new girls are positively dying to get started. Shall we get things underway? The sly-eyed goblin clicked the button once more, and again the scene faded from view. Of course. I'm very keen to see how they will work out. Wolf reached into a coat pocket and produced a small spray bottle. Please open your mouths now, girls. This is a little stimulant which will make what follows a lot more enjoyable.