Joan stared blankly ahead as though not a single thought had ever passed through her mind. She had been brainwashed in Vel Corte, a city far to the south, into becoming the submissive whore that she now was. Joan knew that she had been brainwashed too, as strange as that was. Knowing that she was turned from a sophisticated, independent woman into the dumb slut now standing on the stage was something that she tried to reconcile, but her shattered mind was too scattered and empty to do so. Trying to think about her transformation into a whore to be bought and sold only drove her further and further into the fog of confusion. It was best to think as little as possible, she had found. Joan was no longer a thinking person, she was now only a piece of pussy to be owned and used by men.
The auctioneer related her history and attributes to an audience of strange and shadowy men. Joan could feel their eyes crawling over her whorish body, judging her hour glass figure. She wore a tiny black dress that clung tightly to her. The auctioneer was sure to highlight her regal cheekbones, slender neck, vibrant red hair, and her enormous breasts. He had her turn around and bend over to show the shape of her ass. The little skirt of her dress lifted enough that they could see her pussy. Joan's cheeks flushed red as they started bidding on her while she was in that humiliating position.
The bidding was fast and was over in a blink of Joan's green eyes. She had been sold and was walked off the stage by one of the men backstage. He walked her with his hand around the back of her neck, firmly gripped. She was taken to a small room where she was put in a chair and told to wait. Joan was left alone for nearly half of an hour before the door opened and a little, round man with a round head and round glasses came in.
"I'm Mr. Bell," he said, "I represent Lord Morgan, your new master. Do you understand that you are now his property, slut?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. One can never be sure with a whore that looks as dumb as you. On your knees now, bitch. I want to know how you suck a cock."
Joan obediently slipped down to her knees whilst Mr. Bell opened the front of his trousers. He pulled out his cock which quickly hardened. Joan took it into her mouth and sucked it with an intense, feverish passion. There was nothing more that she loved to do than sucking cock. Joan was addicted to it as part of her brainwashing. It filled her with dumb ecstasy and made her body hot. When a man's cock was in her mouth, she had no mind. Her head was as empty as the void of space. Joan was nothing more than a hole, the absolute peak of her being. She sucked, rammed it down her own throat and used it to choke herself. After that, Joan pulled back and glided her full, red lips along Mr. Bell's shaft and worked her tongue around him. Joan sucked cock like a true whore should and Mr. Bell looked pleased as he shot his cum into her mouth. Joan gratefully swallowed it all and said to him, "thank you, sir."
Mr. Bell grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go, bitch."
Once again, Joan was being walked through the corridors of the auction house. There was a little cum on the corner of her mouth. She was pulled along by the hair until they came to a door that led out into the side driveway. Outside, a carriage was waiting. Mr. Bell put Joan inside and ordered the driver to head back to Morgan House. The driver snapped the reins and the horses took off down a dark forest road, made darker by an impossibly black night.
The journey was a long one. They stopped at several country inns along the way and Mr. Bell took full advantage of his time with Joan. After dinner, he would take her up to the room and fuck her all night, every night and nap in the carriage during the day. After several days travel, they passed through a small city with the most gruesome and imposing Gothic architecture that Joan had ever seen. It was like passing through a nightmare. On a tall hill was a grand mansion that loomed over the city. Only the tower of the Black Cathedral seemed to stand taller. The driver took the road that led to the mansion. It was just after dark when it pulled to its front steps.
~ o ~
Natasha waited in the foyer patiently for the arrival of Mr. Bell. She was tall with a slender body, nice full breasts. She had an long, elegant neck that made her look almost royal and short blonde hair. Natasha was the Master's Bitch, the highest status any Stormwraith house slut could reach. She wielded the position viciously. Stormwraith born and trained, Natasha's heart was as cold as her icy blue eyes. Anna, a pale blonde whore in her early forties approached her.
"Irina refuses to return to the main parlor," Anna reported.
"Ask Mr. Goode to deal with her then," Natasha replied.
"But, she could be busted down to bottom slut if she doesn't. Mr. Goode will see to it."
Natasha looked at Anna with those cold eyes of hers. "Then she better put that pussy back to work, shouldn't she? Otherwise she'll spend her time being gangbanged by servants in the basement with Six. I've done all I could for that gypsy slut. Now, go find a cock to suck, I'm waiting for Mr. Bell."
Anna gave a harsh look to Natasha, but turned and left all the same. Natasha watched her disappear through a door and then smoothed out her dress. The heavy door of the mansion began to open and Natasha's cold demeanor was suddenly gone. She put a big, happy smile on her face and was suddenly nothing but bubbly warmth as Mr. Bell made his entrance.
"Mr. Bell," she said as she glided over to him, "how good to see you again. I hope the journey was a good one."
"Quite," he said as he handed her the coat he had just took off. "Where is Mr. Goode?"
"The Master has several guests," Natasha explained. "I hope you understand."
Mr. Bell grumbled something to himself. He stuck his arm out the door and pulled in Joan by the wrist. "Get in here, you dumb slut." He looked at Natasha. "Is my room ready at least?"
"I have Carmella waiting for you now, sir. She is very pleasing."
Mr. Bell waved that off. "Send me Anna. Carmella should be working Lord Morgan's guests."
"I'm afraid Anna has been rather lacking in her performance," Natasha said. "She really isn't suited for gentlemen of your caliber, sir." She looked over Joan. "I see that you brought us a real prize pussy, Mr. Bell. What breasts this slut has. Would you like to rest while I show the new pussy around?"
"Yes," Mr. Bell said, "I suppose so. How is Lord Morgan?"
"As strong as ever," Natasha answered brightly.
The whore was lying. Mr. Bell knew it but let it pass without comment. He simply nodded and went upstairs to where his room, a fire, and a house slut were waiting. As soon as he was gone, the pleasant and warm demeanor had vanished from Natasha. The icy bitch had promptly returned. She turned to Joan and said, "listen slut, I'm the Master's bitch in this house. That means I run the pussy here. You're pussy, so I run you. If you want to be a top house slut, I suggest that you keep on my good side. Otherwise, I'll see to it that you end up a bottom slut. Trust me, you don't want that. Follow me."
Joan followed her through the ground floor of the mansion as Natasha continued. "In Stormwraith," Natasha explained, "there is no such thing as women. There is only pussy. Pussy doesn't have rights. Pussy doesn't think for itself. Pussy thinks and does as it is told. We hold to the old ways. Men are men. Pussy is their property. Understand, bitch?"
"I do," Joan replied.
They went into a room that looked like a small parlor. Natasha closed the door and said, "all great houses in Stormwraith have three parlors. The main parlor, the small parlor and the private parlor on the upper floor. This is the small parlor. Natasha walked over to a table by the wall and took off her dress. She leaned over the desk and stuck her pussy out to Joan. "Technically it is discouraged, but the Master's bitch often takes a personal bitch of her own. Mine is currently Carmella. It's the most advantageous position a dumb whore like you could hope to achieve. It could be you. Get over here and lick my pussy."
Joan decided it was best to obey Natasha. As she lowered down to her knees, Joan asked, "when will I meet the master?"
"Shut the fuck up and get to work, bitch."
Joan put her hands on Natasha's ass and started licking her pussy. It was strange, usually there was a group of men watching whenever she did something like this. There was that time when she was turning Thea, but that was in direct service to her masters in Vel Corte. Joan wasn't sure how this was in service to her new master. It must have been in some way, even if she was too dumb to realize it. Joan convinced herself that it was and put her full effort in. Natasha moaned as Joan's tongue worked her slit. She licked until the Master's bitch came, at which point Natasha grabbed her by the face and stared coldly down at her.
"I suggest you do better than that in the future," Natasha told her. "It was good, but not good enough. Carmella can make me orgasm twice in the time it took you to give me one. You're going to learn all about being a whore now. This is Stormwraith, bitch."
~ o ~
Anna was bitterly angry. Her existence had become a constant humiliation at the hands of Natasha. As she went up to the middle floor, she paused and collected herself in case she was to bump into a gentleman. Natasha has put her in a bind with her carefully chosen words. It was left to Anna to either go straight to Mr. Goode, or give one last chance to Irina. The emphasis was on her going to Irina but if something came back to bite, Natasha could truthfully say that she told Anna to go to Mr. Goode. Any discipline would be put on Anna. It was how Natasha did things.
Irina was still in the same room that Anna had left her previously. Irina was short, dark haired and a bit plump with big breasts and big, plump lips. She was on the bed in her tight, red dress, her arms folded over those big breasts and pouting. "Get out of here," she yelled at Anna as she came in, "I hate this place! I hate these Stormwraith scum!"
Irina was screaming in her gypsy accent while Anna tried to quiet her down. Gypsies were despised in Stormwraith. If Gypsies crossed the border into Stormwraith, the men were imprisoned and the women enslaved and auctioned. Irina was one of those women. Once broken properly, they made good, obedient whores. Unfortunately, the master was not fit for what was called Pussy Breaking in Stormwraith and neither Mr. Goode or Mr. Bell was up to the task for a gypsy as willful as Irina. The best Mr. Goode could do was beat her across the ass with a leather strap. It wasn't enough.
"If Mr. Goode has to punish you again," Anna tried to explain, "you'll end up as a bottom slut for sure. Do you really want to end up with Six? Or worse, like her?"
Irina burst into rage, slamming her fists into the bed viciously. "I don't care! I don't!"
Anna sighed. "You should. Whatever life you once had doesn't matter anymore. You're house pussy now and you're going to have to learn how to play that game. This is about survival. I've seen what happens to whores like you and if you can't imagine it gets worse than this, it does. They'll send you to Black Lake Castle. You'll be begging to be back here then. Now get it together and get that pussy to the main parlor."
Irina sat quiet for a minute. She nodded and left the room. Anna let out a sigh of relief. She hoped that Irina wouldn't do something too stupid and really bring the wrath of Mr. Goode down. Anna turned and left the room to return to the main parlor herself.
The main parlor was on the ground floor and was a large room with tall, open windows and music playing on a gramophone. Penelope, a cute little strawberry blonde who was a fresh nineteen was sitting on a gentleman's lap in her little white dress. He had a hand up her skirt and was playing with her pussy. She was petite with small breasts but the older men fucked her harder than any other slut in the house. Penelope made the most adorable little squeal when she was fucked hard.
Anna sat down on a sofa and crossed her legs. In her early forties, she was still attractive enough to remain a house slut. Her breasts were large and well shaped, her skin was still quite lovely as was her face but she didn't move with the confidence that she once did. She stared at Penelope and began hating her a little. All the gentlemen who visited wanted Penelope or Carmella. Now, there was another pussy in the house and Anna knew that she would fall even farther. The bitch she loathed the most was Natasha. Anna wanted her destroyed.
