Lone Star: Targeted (Chapter 6) (Patreon)

Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 6

Megan yanked her head back, pulling on the leash and collar around her neck. Carl glanced back at her, a cruel smile on his face, and gave the leash a savage yank back. She stumbled forward, legs still unsteady from the frequent application of chloroform.

The bright red ball-gag stuffed between her teeth kept her quiet.

She clenched her fists, even though her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. All she wore was her stilettos. Bill, John, and Carl had stripped off her jewelry, probably intending to pawn it. Yet, that wasn’t even close to the worst of their intentions.

Megan looked past Carl, past Bill leading the way. An old Victorian mansion was well lit, with lots of cars parked out front. Even in the darkness of early evening, she could tell the house was well taken care of, at least on the outside, despite it being in a very economically depressed area of Dallas.

Yeah, it was a brothel.

Her skin crawled just to think about it. Her captors had gleefully informed her of their plans to sell her to a brothel. She’d actually been sold to pimps before, forced to sell her body on the mean streets. The pimps kept her drugged to suppress her super powers, so were able to hang onto her for a while before she escaped.

It’ll probably be ten times harder to escape a brothel.

Super heroines started checking red light districts multiple times a night when a heroine went missing. Most of them were rescued within a few days, a week at most. The longest Lone Star ever streetwalked as forty long days and nights.

So humiliating.

Megan followed, boobs jostling enticingly. John followed, and randomly came up to cop a feel while he dosed her with chloroform to keep her maleable. But they’d arrived, and her heart started hammering. Her back, shoulders, and boobs goosefleshed as she stared at that den of debauchery.

I can’t believe I fucked up so badly!

Her fellow heroines would most likely believe Havoc sniped and killed her, and she was in a shallow grave. They might not even check the red light districts for her, but none of them ever checked brothels. Brothels really weren’t on their radars, being so descreet.

They went around to the back door. A bouncer spoke to Bill a moment, giving her frequent glances. He vanished inside, while John pressed the chloroform rag over her face again.

John pinched and pulled on her sore, but very sensitive nipples while drugging her. At the same time, Carl pressed up close and fingered her pussy. She wiggled and writhered, while glaring at him over the rag. But it felt so damned good. As the chloroform started to still her thoughts, her body took over and ground her pussy against his hand.

“This bitch is a born and bred whore,” Carl said.

A short, but gorgeous Asian woman came out and regarded Megan with critical eyes. Megan doubted the thirty-something woman was five feet tall even in her stilettos. Her short bob was parted down the middle, not a hair out of place. She wore a red silk gown, strapless and very tight to show off her body. Black silk opera gloves sheathed both arms.

“We got some pussy to sell, Madam Vu,” Bill said, indicating Megan. “An exceptional beauty, too.”

John removed the chloroform cloth, and she grabbed Megan’s chin.

“Very pretty,” she said with an appropriately childlike voice. Then she fondled Megan’s tits. “Wow, natural tits. I thought them fake at first. Very big.”

“She’s a very enthusiastic lover, too, Madam Vu,” Bill said.

John unbuckled the ball-gag, and Megan sighed in relief as she worked her aching jaw. Nothing she could do about all the drool on her chin, splattered across her tits.

Bill and Madam Vu haggled for a good ten minutes, finally arriving on the price of $9500. Megan gawked at them. She’d been sold for less, and for a lot more. It wasn’t the prices that always shocked and horrified her, it was the very act of being bought and sold like she was nothing. Property.

Glancing at the brothel, she realized that many, if not all, of the women inside were sex slaves. How could some women be free to come and go, and others not?

Madam Vu took the leash from John, giving it a tug. Megan followed her inside, not sure what else she could do. It was all she could do to walk after that last dose of chloroform.

The chloroform will depower me for another hour or two. Plenty of time for Madam Vu to drug me with something, Megan thought miserably. I’m fucked.

Megan was led up the servants stairs off the kitchen, and to the second floor. Madam Vu led her into a small bedroom overlooking the dark backyard. There was a queen sized bed covered in frilly pink, with light purple walls, a chandelier, and hardwood floors. She noticed bars over the windows.

“The bathroom is across the hall,” Madam Vu said. “But you have a side table with water, rags, and towels to clean up between men. What is your name, girl?”

“I’m M…Um…I’m Lana Love,” she said.

“I don’t believe you,” Madam Vu said. “But not important. I just need a name to call you. Lana is fine.” She looked her new sex slave over. “I’m am Vivienne Vu. I own this brothel. What I say is law. Do not forget that, and you’ll be treated well.”

“Wow. Okay,” Megan said. “I feel better already. You’re a doll.”

Madam Vu’s eyes narrowed. Megan studied her a moment. Definitely Vietnamese. Perfect English, so not an immigrant. And she was older, yet prettier, than she first thought. Probably mid-forties.

The brothel owner held up the little red dress the men had taken off Megan earlier. “Put this back on. No bra or panties needed.”

The bouncer removed the handcuffs. Megan took a moment to rub her wrists before accept the dress back and quickly getting it back on. It felt divine to be covered again, even scantily clad.

“I hope you like big dicks,” Madam Vu said.

“Why?”

“Black neighborhood,” she said. “Lots of big dicks.” She caught and held Megan’s eyes, giving her a fierce look. “If you work hard and fuck lots of men, and they sing your praises, then you’ll get days off to rest. If you are lazy, then you work long hours, every day. Understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

Madam Vu gave her the rules. Told her what prices to charge. In one way it was easlier than streetwalking in that she was inside out of the elements. And her room and bed looked a lot cleaner than any hooker motel room in Dallas.

“I’m sending a regular up to be with you,” Madam Vu said. “Do not ask for his money. This one is on the house. You just make sure he gets everything he wants, and leaves with a big smile.”

The madam departed, leaving the door open behind her. The bouncer took up station across the hall from her, next to the bathroom door. There was no way her drugged, slow body could outrun him. So she waited, gnawing on her lip. A few minutes later a middle-aged African-American in an expensive suit came up the stairs. He smiled straight at Megan.

“Lana?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said, eyes huge.

“Madam Vu was right. You are the prettiest girl in the house,” he said, stepping into her room and closing the door. “And she said this is your first night here.”

“It is,” she said, heart so loud she could barely hear him. “But not my first trick.”

The statement was true, but she only admitted it in a hope to spoil some of his disgusting pleasure. Sorry, she wasn’t a virgin. She wasn’t an unlucky sorority girl kidnapped and forced to work on her back.

He remained unfazed, eyes roaming her body. Like most men, his primary interested was her boobs.

“I am Marvin Brooks,” he said. “I own Brooks Funeral Homes. Maybe you’ve seen my commercials?”

“Afraid not,” she said, suddenly creeped out. “We’re not going to do it in a coffin, are we?”

He laughed. “Not tonight.”

Wait. Does that mean Madam Vu actually has a coffin to have sex inside?

He took her hand, led her ot the bed, and unzipped her dress. Megan let it fall to the floor, and then started to undress him. Together, they quickly got Marvin stripped naked and in bed.

Megan stroked him to rock hardness while Marvin buried his face in her tits and endulged himself. Hands, lips, tongue, and teeth drove her crazy for a few minutes, and then she pushed him back on the bed, and went down on him.

She remained open-minded, not planning to deny any request, but Marvin was a straight suck and fuck kinda guy. Only he wanted her on top doing all the work, and she obliged him.

Straddling Marvin, Megan guided his big black cock to her pussy, and then slowly sat upon it. That long, thick cock stretched her out to the max, feeling amazing as it slowly pushed deeper and deeper with every gyration of her hips. She worked him all the way in, and then began sliding up and down his shaft while he played with her tits.

Her insides quickly responded, getting hot, fluttery, and very tingly. Every thrust into her sent waves of pleasure radiating through her oversexed body. Soon, Megan got all hot and sweaty, skin shiny, as she gasped and cried out little animal sounds of pleasure.

“Aaaagggh!” she cried, body erupting with orgasm bliss. “Oh baby, baby.”

She continued riding his pole, bouncing faster and faster now. He watched her with a pleased smile, his hands squeezing her tits and playing with her erect nipples.

Megan came again. “Aaaagggh!”

After about thirty minutes. “Please. Mr. Brooks. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Not at all, babygirl,” he said with a big smile. “You’re amazing. Keep going.”

“But you’re not coming.”

“I pay for an hour, so I take the whole hour, babygirl,” he said. “I still have twenty-five minutes.”

She gawked at him. Who had that kind of control? Um, Marvin Brooks. So Megan pulled off his cock, lay beside him, and went down on him again. She sucked him with enthusiasm, trying every trick she knew. He enjoyed her efforts, but did not come. So she tried to slip a finger up his butt, but he stopped her.

Dammit, she thought, and climbed back on for another long ride.

She rode Marvin that last fifteen minutes, and through six more climaxes. When he finally came deep inside her, Megan collapsed into a quivering pile of jelly. Totally spent. Exhausted.

Marvin quietly slid out of bed, dressed, and departed without a word. She passed out. Another man, looking like a gangbanger, woke her up. He demanded a BJ, and then shoved it down her throat before she truly regained her senses.

Megan gagged, coughed, and violently shoved him away. The gangbanger snarled, hand balled into a fist, and came at her. Without thought, pure instinct, she seized him with her Telekinetic Power, and slammed him into the door. Seven times.

The bouncer rushed in, so she seized him and sent him head first into the wall.

“I’m back!”

Grabbing her dress, she quickly pulled it on, and then took off running through the door. Instead of going downstairs and out the door, she stopped and looked at the window at the end of the hall. No bars. So she raced to it, opened the window, and flew out and away.