Brothel
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,458
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Flash Cove
Keith’s a flash cove, he doesn’t have trouble with the girls. A nod and a wink, and they go with him every time, the high-born as well as the low. But this one’s different, she’s stupid, and she won’t stop talking.
“Stay away from me,” looking at him, all short-sighted blue eyes and mussed yellow curls, “I shall scream.” And he’s looking her over, thinking what Pegasus will pay for a dainty-boned little lady like this.
“My papa’s a rich man.” The ropes aren’t tight enough; she can still kick at him a little. “He’ll have you in prison.” She throws her head around, squealing, just like anyone cares that can hear her.
“What would you want to go and let him do that for?” Keith takes off his jacket; wouldn’t want it to get stained in case there’s blood. “A nice girl like you, you don’t want to go and cause trouble for your good friend Keith.” He pats her cheek, and she turns, snapping at him.
“Little bitch!” He’s back-handed her before he thinks about it. *I won’t get much from Pegasus if she’s all bruised up.* “Behave yourself, luv, I’m trying to be nice.” This time he pats her on the chest, little white tit, not even a handful yet.
She screams, of course, and it’s all he can do not to punch her face in. What kind of girl turns down a time with Bandit Keith Howard? All he wants is a slap and a tickle, a bit of something nice before he sells her to Pegasus.
He’s got it all figured out, Keith has: Because she has to be a virgin, that’s the ones fetch the fancy prices; and that means both ends; so there’s only one place left where he can have fun with her; and that’s why he’s left her mouth free, even though she screams worse than a factory whistle at noontime.
There she goes again; “Goddamn you, girl, shut up!”
“My name is Rebecca,” throwing herself around until he thinks she’ll fall off the bed, “call me Rebecca!”
“Rebecca, then,” with clenched teeth, “shut up!” He’s holding on too tight to her shoulder, he knows he is. He’ll leave marks, and Pegasus won’t like it.
“Let me go, you brute!” He covers her mouth. Undoing his belt with other hand; there go her teeth again, and this time she gets his thumb. “You bloody little bitch!” One quick fist to the middle of her face, and there comes all this blood, while she screams worse than ever.
“Shut the fuck up!” He hits her again and again. “I’m Keith bloody Howard;” she won’t be quiet, no matter how many times he hits her, “I can get any girl I want.”
“Not,” struggling, trying to get out from under his knee, “n-not m-me…” That last one did for her, he thinks; she’s finally quiet, and blood and foam are coming out of her mouth.
Well, she’s well and truly bruised now, and there’s no way Pegasus will buy her. Keith thinks he’ll have a last bit of fun, before he dumps the body. He undoes the ropes around her legs; they don’t kick at him now; they don’t do anything. Spreading them apart, he takes her, his cock going deep where no one’s ever been before. She’s so little and tight, and her pussy doesn’t have any hair yet.
Her clothes are in a neat pile on the chair: Lace-edged petticoats, pretty woolen frock, nice striped little-girl stockings, and the boots on top of the rest. The Jew clothes dealers will pay him pretty good for those.
Cleaning himself up afterward: Keith thinks he’ll come back and take care of the body tonight. He ties his neckerchief, sets his cap at a nice angle; there’s still a few hours of daylight left. He’s a flash cove; he might get a little girl to sell Pegasus yet today.
“Stay away from me,” looking at him, all short-sighted blue eyes and mussed yellow curls, “I shall scream.” And he’s looking her over, thinking what Pegasus will pay for a dainty-boned little lady like this.
“My papa’s a rich man.” The ropes aren’t tight enough; she can still kick at him a little. “He’ll have you in prison.” She throws her head around, squealing, just like anyone cares that can hear her.
“What would you want to go and let him do that for?” Keith takes off his jacket; wouldn’t want it to get stained in case there’s blood. “A nice girl like you, you don’t want to go and cause trouble for your good friend Keith.” He pats her cheek, and she turns, snapping at him.
“Little bitch!” He’s back-handed her before he thinks about it. *I won’t get much from Pegasus if she’s all bruised up.* “Behave yourself, luv, I’m trying to be nice.” This time he pats her on the chest, little white tit, not even a handful yet.
She screams, of course, and it’s all he can do not to punch her face in. What kind of girl turns down a time with Bandit Keith Howard? All he wants is a slap and a tickle, a bit of something nice before he sells her to Pegasus.
He’s got it all figured out, Keith has: Because she has to be a virgin, that’s the ones fetch the fancy prices; and that means both ends; so there’s only one place left where he can have fun with her; and that’s why he’s left her mouth free, even though she screams worse than a factory whistle at noontime.
There she goes again; “Goddamn you, girl, shut up!”
“My name is Rebecca,” throwing herself around until he thinks she’ll fall off the bed, “call me Rebecca!”
“Rebecca, then,” with clenched teeth, “shut up!” He’s holding on too tight to her shoulder, he knows he is. He’ll leave marks, and Pegasus won’t like it.
“Let me go, you brute!” He covers her mouth. Undoing his belt with other hand; there go her teeth again, and this time she gets his thumb. “You bloody little bitch!” One quick fist to the middle of her face, and there comes all this blood, while she screams worse than ever.
“Shut the fuck up!” He hits her again and again. “I’m Keith bloody Howard;” she won’t be quiet, no matter how many times he hits her, “I can get any girl I want.”
“Not,” struggling, trying to get out from under his knee, “n-not m-me…” That last one did for her, he thinks; she’s finally quiet, and blood and foam are coming out of her mouth.
Well, she’s well and truly bruised now, and there’s no way Pegasus will buy her. Keith thinks he’ll have a last bit of fun, before he dumps the body. He undoes the ropes around her legs; they don’t kick at him now; they don’t do anything. Spreading them apart, he takes her, his cock going deep where no one’s ever been before. She’s so little and tight, and her pussy doesn’t have any hair yet.
Her clothes are in a neat pile on the chair: Lace-edged petticoats, pretty woolen frock, nice striped little-girl stockings, and the boots on top of the rest. The Jew clothes dealers will pay him pretty good for those.
Cleaning himself up afterward: Keith thinks he’ll come back and take care of the body tonight. He ties his neckerchief, sets his cap at a nice angle; there’s still a few hours of daylight left. He’s a flash cove; he might get a little girl to sell Pegasus yet today.