Thank you for anyone who has read my story so far, the first chapter I was hesitant I know. Being my first chapter, this story is going to start all light and fluffy and digress into darkness and filth very quickly. Although it is in the Fantasy section, throughout there will be some noncon/BDSM and other related themes. I will put warnings on chapter ahead of time. This is more about Valaia's family and daily routine, because I want you to love her as much as I do. Please read the first chapter for an understanding of the world setting I've written.
VR <3
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October 2056- Britain
Constance arose to the sight on the sun just peeking over the horizon, every time she looked out of her window that orange light made the sight just that little less gloomy. Dull brick walls, barbed wire and camera everywhere; it just seemed every corner or dark space had suspicious stains on them. They were doing well so far, no shooting had happened in their area, but they had heard about them. Although the military try to stop people talking about it, calling it terror tactics from the enemy, enemy who even was there enemy these days she thought to herself.
Pouring some luke-warm water into the basin she went through the task of hand washing herself, lost in her thoughts as the sun streamed into her room. Her children sleeping around the house, she went to her wardrobe and picked out a black and silver teddy, pulling it on and securing it in place, pulling out her sharpened razor and going through the meticulous tracks of moving over her legs and across her pussy. Before turning to her draw and shimming up black stocking and attaching those, pulling a very modest green wrap-around dress on top and stepping into some black stiletto heels. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun, and gently applying some make-up after she was done she stared at her reflection. She looked tired but she must go on, steeling herself she grabbed her bag and walked down the stairs and out the door.
As she walked, she thought about the old days before curfew and status. Being outside was fun, there wasn't the constant military presence. Her Michael was still her, a tear slide down her face, she missed him so much. He was the light that kept her going, he was in the underground resistance since the High Chancellor put Britain under martial law after the Prime Minister committed suicide after the royal families death. He always said there were too many coincidences in those circumstances, his brother Matthew know of her birth place and after Michael's death joined the military side with the citizen police. They were basically a sanctioned gang taking business, slaves, selling families out and taking shares from people. Prostitution was deemed legal if down on legal properties, the high chancellor had particular taste's so the rumours say. Walking down a back alley behind some shops, she touched the silver cross she wore around her neck, Michael who was much more religious than her begged her to never take it off. She allowed herself a small smile even in death he still bossed her around. Gaining the feeling she was being watched she looked around, a brisk wind had arisen and she walked faster to go to work.
The distance to Madame Rouge's was not far about 25 minute walk, as far as her family knew she was working at the sewing factory helping make uniform, blankets and other provisions for the army. In reality to pay the bills and Matthew Aspin his 'protection' fee she needed to earn more, she applied for a job at Madame Rouge's a couple of months ago and has been a regular even since. Working from 6am-2pm and then 6pm-midnight, six days a week; the money was very good and after paying the bills she had been tucking money aside should they ever need to run. As well as false passports and papers for everyone, provisions and passage way. Once she arrived Elizabeth on the desk, a grotesque women who owned the business, was sitting on the front desk puffing away on a cigarette. She eyed Constance;
"You're late, your client is here in the Scarlet room, he has booked two hours and then Captain Paul has booked the Ruby room for the rest of your shift. Double rates, money upfront and has agreed to pay compensation for any additional damages done." Elizabeth turned back to her computer, obviously Constance was dismissed. She turned into her dressing room and stripped off her dress before preparing herself for her first client. The establishment worked well despite Elizabeth's appearance, you can name your fetish depending on the room you booked. The Scarlet room was for submissive men, and the Ruby room was for dominant masters, the Rouge was for multiple girls, the crimson room for pain and the sadist crowd, the cherry room for the youngest girls and the burgundy room for men. So far Constance only took over two rooms with the other 10 full time girls here.
She donned her black leather mask, grabbed her riding crop and headed into the Scarlet room, as she walked in a quite young man was sitting on the bed, breathing through her shock she realised it was Jack, Val's work colleague. He raised a finger to his lips, looking around before gesturing to his eye and then his ear. Quickly grasping the meaning she shook her head at her ear, moving forward to sit next to him and whispered:
