Chapter 40 - Arlene Part 19
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Section 19 - A Day In The Life of a Mining Town Whore
I sleep till almost noon, sometimes later. The Palace never exactly closes but
most of the customers are gone by two or three in the morning, earlier on
weeknights. Since the showers are outside and unlighted, everyone sleeps with
whatever filth they accumulate during an evening of fucking. I always considered
myself a clean person but here I no longer care. I wake up every morning with my
legs stuck together with dried cum. Most nights I go to sleep with my belly
rumbling from the cheap booze and semen that I've ingested.
Safe sex is only a phrase here in LaPenera. We almost never use condoms and
then only if the customer brings them. There's no requirement a customer bathes
before he walks into the Palace only that he have the Reals for a drink and a
screw. I've had miners covered with mud from head to foot choose me out of the
'meat line'. I've used my mouth to lick clean cocks coated with dried sludge.
The grit gets in your teeth and you have to wash it out later. If a miner's made
a good strike, he'll often rush here to celebrate by spending whatever Drummond
pays them for a large nugget.
Most nights I go to bed with a pussy and ass dribbling out semen. I stick a
few squares of rough toilet paper in my crack to soak it up while I sleep.
There's quite a bit in my belly also. Contact with Western civilization brought
sexual diversity to the Jivaros and other native people who work in the mine.
"Doggie style was it for them until civilization happened along," was how
Aurora expressed it. It still seemed their preference. If a customer looked like
he walked out of the jungle yesterday, I automatically got down on my hands and
knees without thinking about it. Given that the average Jivaros was close to
five feet tall and weigh at most one hundred pounds, attacking from the rear had
its evolutionary advantages.
However, in a short period of contact with Western civilization, they learned
new sexual positions. Jivaros are a curious people and they were always eager to
try something new. There were days, I could swear that someone had translated
the Kama Sutra into Jivaro (impossible since Jivaro is not a written language).
Blowjobs were a great favorite with certain tribes or clans of the Jivaros. I
understand the Jivaros weren't much into anal either until the white man
arrived. Often, they fuck both holes when they're riding your butt, a little
pussy then a little ass then back to pussy and so on. I never complained. Not
that it would do any good.
Supposedly, there is thanks to civilized society, a good amount of homosexual
activity among the men. Legend has it that a famous American anthropologist who
first studied Jivaros and lived among them developed a taste for young Jivaro
men and boys. He introduced the tribes to gay sex and now they consider a male's
asshole just as inviting as a female's vagina. I'm not a cultural anthropologist
or whatever specialist studies those things. But I have seen drunken Jivaro
males fuck each other's ass in the dark corners of the Palace of Sin. They also
have a strong preference for a finger in their crusty little asses when you're
sucking their dick. The bottom line is that pretty much anything goes.
As soon as I wake up, I throw on whatever's cleanest and stumble downstairs.
There's coffee, fruit, and some kind of doughy bread for breakfast or lunch
whatever you want to call it. After eating I walk out back to the showers. Most
days if its not raining there are young boys and even a few girls waiting to
watch us bathe. For a young Brazilian girl with no education (and that's 98% of
them) prostitution is the only job available.
The life expectance is in the mid forties. For gold miners, it's much less.
I'm not certain how old the kids who watch us shower are. For the boys, I guess
too young to work in the mine and for the girls, two young to marry or work at
the Palace.
My tattoos enthrall the children and boys will race into the shower stall to
touch them then race back out before I can grab them, not that I try very hard.
Often I shower with eight or ten children watching my mysterious body art. I'm
kind of glad the kids are there because if a snake appears they know whether
it's poisonous and how to kill it. I used to be terrified of snakes, spiders,
lizards, etc but now I hardly notice them unless the snake is one of deadly
ones.
Denise and I help each other bathe. We scrub each other's back. Funny, how in
this place, you take pleasure from the little things. Every day, I look forward
to sitting on a wooden stool in the shower and Denise washing my back and hair.
I do the same for her.
Most afternoons, Enrique lets the girls watch television. The dish on the roof
is aimed toward a satellite that serves all South America. I gather Brazil is
the 500-pound gorilla among the countries of the continent. I've learned to
speak the Brazilian version of Portuguese, also Spanish as spoken in Ecuador and
Peru plus a smattering of Jivaro. We watch soap operas that originate in Rio,
Sao Paulo, and even Brasilia.
I've gotten interested in several of shows and make it a point never to miss
them. One of my favorites is about a wealthy woman who lives in a beautiful
condominium overlooking Ipanema Beach. She's always falling in love with the
wrong guy between shopping trips to designer boutiques.
Sometimes, the girls get a little randy for one another and we go back
upstairs for lesbian sex or maybe just to cuddle. When a new girl joins the
staff, it can get competitive as to who first munches her rug. I hadn't been
here too long before I had tasted every pussy in the house. Our customers aren't
exactly affectionate. They treat us in a utilitarian fashion. So, I suppose
lesbianism is how whores express affection.
I feel responsible for Denise being here so I make an extra effort to make her
feel good about herself. Often she gets upset and emotional. Denise will break
into tears and run upstairs any time a female character in a soap appeared with
one of her sons. I'd follow later after the soap ended. I'd climb in bed with
her and hold her while she cried. Frequently, that lead to other things and we'd
end in a sixty-nine. I've spent almost an entire afternoon slowly licking
Denise's parts while she did the same to me.
On special occasions such as feast days, the girls would get out the dildos,
vibrators, ba-wa balls, anal probes, strap ons, butterfly clit stimulators and
we'd have an orgy. For a few Reals, Enrique will let male customers watch while
we pleasure each other.
You'd have thought that since Denise was pushing forty and two hundred pounds,
she wouldn't get many customers. However, the Jivaros loved the giant American
with the great white ass. Denise was 5'9" and the best way to describe her body
was rubenesque. To an average Jivaro, Denise was a foot taller and a hundred
pounds heavier. Denise was also fair skinned and red headed and that was exotic
to a Jivaro. I've seen a Jivaro look at and sniff Denise's bright red pussy
hair like it was the eight wonder of the world.
Many times, I've looked over at Denise's bed and there would be a Jivaro with
a big smile on his face, enjoying the hell out of screwing her dog style. He'd
be clinging to her butt and pumping away. It had the look of a midget fucking a
normal size woman. After Denise got used to the Jivaros, she became very good
with them. She treated them like children. I know she missed her sons. Maybe she
looked at them as a surrogate. I suppose that if Denise's had wondered into a
remote Jivaro encampment a hundred years ago, they would have worshipped her as
a goddess or they might as well cut her head off and shrunk it down to the size
of a baseball.
I'd be screwing a customer when I'd hear Denise speaking softly from the
adjacent bed.
"That's right, Adrian, stick your little cock in Mother's pussy. Oh yes, that
feels so nice. You're such a good boy. I'm going to tell daddy what a good fuck
you gave mommy when he gets home from work."
Other times Denise would have her head between a Jivaros thighs and I could
hear her cooing and sucking as she went into a reverie.
"You taste so good, David Junior, just like daddy. Now you get your peter hard
for Mother and she's swallow all the nice cream that you give her."
It sounds sick but you have to consider where we where. I don't think Denise
ever had sex with her real sons. I just believe that like all the whores at the
Palace, she went a little crazy. I know I had strange dreams on a regular basis.
My weirdest was a public orgy with my brother, mother, and father. It always
occurred at the food court in the Manchester Mall where I used to shop. My dad
would fuck me while I ate mom's pussy. My brother's cock would be down my
mother's throat choking her. For some unknown Freudian reason, my brother was
always brutal and sadistic when he fucked mom in my dreams. He'd slap her until
her nose was gushing blood then bend her double and slam his meat into her
asshole causing her to scream. Given that my parents were totally straight
arrows, the bizarre dreams could only have been produced as a result of living
in this hellhole.
One positive or negative factor depending on your point of view was that a
Jivaro with anything greater than a three-inch dick was considered a stud. I
could fuck twenty miners in a night and never get sore even if was anal. You
could suck off three cocks at a time, have three in your pussy and two in your
ass and not feel crowded. Occasionally, someone from the coastal area or from
the mining company would show up at the Palace with a larger than normal cock.
All we whores would have to crowd around and take a look.
When the soaps were over, it was dinnertime. The evening meal was around seven
and that consisted of pork or chicken and local vegetables. Gisela was the cook
and she was pretty capable considering what she had to work with. After dinner,
we went upstairs and got ready for work. Occasionally, we try to copy hairstyles
we saw in a soap opera. We had to trim each other's hair. I discovered I
actually had a little talent for cutting and styling hair. I'd put on make up,
spray my underarms and cunt with cheap cologne, apply lipstick, and dress in
whatever piece of clean lingerie that fit me. From somewhere, Enrique acquired
an endless supply of inexpensive lingerie that looked like it came from a very
downscale version of Victoria Secrets. A typical outfit for me would be a sheer
baby doll top, thong panty and a push up bra. The bra would be open ended and my
nipples would stick out. I'd apply rouge to my buds to make them more visible.
Hey, I'm a whore and dressing the part was required. Besides, Enrique would beat
the shit out of anyone who didn't dress the part. If the relative humidity
wasn't one hundred percent and it usually was, I'd go for a garter belt and
stockings.
Most evenings, we girls stand along the far wall in what we call the "meat
line". Customers look us over. Often they feel us over. I've seen guys go up and
down the line feeling each girl's tits as if they were at a supermarket shopping
for a fresh cantaloupe. I once had a guy bend down and smell my pussy before
making his choice.
For a potential customer shopping my wares, I smile, turn around, put my arms
around them, and do whatever it takes to make the sale. If a girl doesn't,
Enrique will punish her with a whipping.
In the six months, I've been here; I've been whipped five times. I work hard
to avoid a sixth time. I think the first was because I was new and Enrique
wanted to put me in my place. The second time was when I tried to keep some
money a customer left on the table beside my bed. I thought it was a tip and
belonged to be. After all I was the one who fucked his brains out.
Denise has been whipped more often than just about anyone and I think that's
because Enrique actually gets a thrill from stripping her white ass. Denise will
get the shit flogged out of her for something the rest of us whores would just
get yelled at. He also makes her play submissive for the occasional customer who
gets his nut off causing a girl pain.
The whippings follow a ritual. They're always done first thing in the morning.
They make us assemble downstairs in the lounge. It reminded me of those scenes
in a movie where the ship's Captain assembles the crew to watch punishment.
Enrique begins by making an announcement. Mine was something like this.
"Arlene kept half of a fifty Real tip that a customer left. Since she stole 25
Reals, I'm going to give her twenty five solid strokes on her ass to remind her
who gets the money and who gets fucked."
After that, Ernesto and Hector grabbed me and stripped me naked. They made me
face the bar and bend over so my tits were smashed against the top of the bar.
They tied my ankles to the brass foot rail spreading them wide as they would go.
They pull the ropes so tight you hip joints are screaming bloody murder. Next
they tied my wrists and stretched me over the top of the bar. The ropes are
stretched so taut you feel your rotator cups about to separate.
I was helpless lying there knowing that in a minute I'd be screaming my head
off. I pleaded with Enrique not to whip me, promising never to steal money
again but he wasn't listening.
Enrique used a leather flogger. I could hear it whistling through the air was
he was warming up. He'd be screaming obscenities and working himself up to a
fury. You had to count each one as it landed. Miss a count and he started all
over again. You learned quickly to scream the number as each one landed. The
first time I was whipped, I messed up twice. I miscounted at ten. Enrique
proceeded to slowly repeat the first ten. One of the girls, Xaviera, was always
getting whipped and never could keep count. It was almost funny because Enrique
would finally get tired and give up. But not before, Xaviera's back and butt
were bright red and dripping tiny droplets of blood.
Enrique always worked from shoulders to thighs. You knew the first whack was
going to land right on your shoulder blades. Knowledge was not power or anything
else in this case. You heard the whip cutting the air. Next it landed across
your back. Pain came into your sensory system like a freight train and you
screamed "One" with all the lungpower you could muster.
At the end of twenty-five blows, I was desperately holding onto enough sanity
to shriek "twenty five" then I collapsed. Sometimes, just to add a little
degradation to the punishment, Enrique would let Ernesto and Hector butt fuck us
while everyone watched. In this case Enrique uses humiliation to reinforce the
punishment.
Being publicly screwed in the ass after being whipped does give you a clear
understanding of where you place in the hierarchy at Enrique's Palace of Sin.
You are at the absolute bottom of the barrel. Here you are sobbing and feeling
nauseated with pain. You body is on fire from shoulder blades to knees and
someone pulls you ass cheeks apart and spits on your butthole. They chew some
sort of awful tobacco here so this is a big glob of brown gooey spit that burns
like hell. Afterwards, you ass looks like the inside of a spittoon. They work a
finger in you to open you up, spit some more then give you all their fingers
spreading you wide till you feel like your assholes being ripped apart. Ernesto
likes to use the first finger of each hand to pull you wide open while he spits
several gobs of tobacco juice into your rectum. After that, its ass fuck time
and their cock works your ass while their hands either slap your reddened butt
cheeks or twist your nipples until you scream some more. Ernesto is a
self-trained sadist that would make the Marquis de Sade proud.
They take their time and make it last. I've seen whores vomit right on top of
the bar while being ass fucked by those two. If you do puke, Enrique will make
you lick it off the top of the bar before he'll untie you.
Once, when Xaviera puked her guts out after a savage beating, Enrique had
Ernesto pour the contents of one of the spittoons down her throat while Hector
forced her mouth open. Somehow, she kept it all down.
They took turns in my asshole that morning. Afterwards, Enrique just let me
hang there for an hour with cum and tobacco spit leaking out my butt before he
cut me down. Occasionally, a customer who for some reason wasn't working in the
mine that morning would come in and drink a beer while watching Enrique meet out
punishment. If a customer wanted to fuck a girl after she'd been whipped, it was
fine with Enrique as long as he was willing to pay. Sometimes the customer would
screw the girl right there at the bar while we all watched. Other times, he'd
take the sobbing whore upstairs for a more private fuck.
I can't say that Enrique's were the worst whippings (the one Kelly gave me in
the basement with the garden hoses was much worse) I ever got but they were
painful enough that I was willing to do anything to avoid them. If Hector or
Ernesto wanted me, I was more than willing to oblige. Staying on their good side
was important to my survival.
As for the degradation, it was hard to degrade us after what we went through
each day. Still, I felt less than human the times I was whipped. It was like you
weren't really a person, just a dog to be whipped for any minor infraction. The
whippings were a way of reminding us that we didn't count for anything in this
world.
I suppose I might as well describe the Saturday night show we put on for the
Palace's customers. From 9:00 to 11:00, we girls performed for the customers. It
was Enrique's way of creating some interest. He referred to it as 'marketing'.
It did get the customer's attention and I have to agree that you could get
awfully busy after the show with lines waiting for each girl.
Other days, things were much more leisurely. Downstairs, you stood politely in
the meat line and let the customer make his selection. If he chose you, you took
him upstairs and helped him undress. You might make out to get him worked up. I
know whores aren't supposed to kiss but this isn't the United States. Some of
the Jivaros were good kissers once you got past the idea you were making out
with someone who had a piece of wood the thickness of a quarter through their
nose and had never visited a dental hygienist in their entire lifetime. They
were into face licking and sticking their tongue in your ears. After the first
few times, I found it erotic to have my face licked.
Of course, you can't take forever or Enrique will get pissed so you worked
their cock and balls with your hands while making out. We kept a big bottle of
hand lotion beside our bed. You squirt some into your hand to warm it then
slowly worked stroked their cock until it was hard. I had never used hand lotion
to jerk a cock until I got to the Palace where it was standard operating
procedure. Most of the time, a few deep hand strokes of a well lotioned cock and
the guy was ready with a capital 'R'.
If the guy was having trouble getting hard, you went to work on their butt
hole. There are doctors in the US who if they practice for lifetimes have not
felt as many prostrates as Arlene, the whore. I know where that little gland is
and how to use it to get a cock hard. I even know how to make it eject a little
pre-cum. I can even tell when it's become enlarged. Not that we ever tell the
customer that he's possibly pre-cancerous and should immediately consult his
primary care physician.
Erection and alcohol aren't complimentary at a certain point. A few drinks and
a little feel gets a customer hard. With a lot of booze his brain wants it but
his cock would just rather sleep it off. I've had the occasional drunk customer
who couldn't get a hard on if the Dallas Cheerleaders were naked and begging him
for a fuck. Those you have to send on their way with a few words of sympathy. I
always tell them it happens to everyone at least sometimes and come back and see
me when they've had a good night sleep and they're not drinking. Men are kind of
sad when they can't get it up. They can also get mean if you belittle them.
One of the new girls, Siena got pissed at a guy who just couldn't stay hard. I
guess she was horny or stupid. He could get hard but once inside her, he lost
it. She sort of nastily remarked, "I give up, come back when your pecker's
working." Well, the customer pulled out a knife and slashed her face cutting all
the way through the cheek. Siena managed to get away from him before he could
slice her more. Hector and Eduardo took him outside and beat him pretty much to
death. But Simone is now 'Scarface' and only gets chosen when everyone else is
busy.
Anyway, once the customer is prepped, it's choice time. Most purchase a half
and half just like in the states. You do all the work. They lay on their back.
You suck for a while with your fingers in their asshole; then you either get in
the cowgirl position and slip it in or let them screw you dog style.
Occasionally, it's missionary. Anal costs extra but only a little extra so you
take it up the ass frequently.
Enrique bitches we should spend no more than twenty minutes with a customer
but most of the time we take thirty. On special occasions, a customer will ask
for two girls at once and even three. That's a male ego thing. Usually they want
to watch we girls eat each other. Frankly, that's the part I enjoy the most. By
the way, I can fuck twenty guys in a night and I don't cum. I can't say I don't
feel a sense of pleasure from having a cock in me but it's not enough sensation
to make me cum. I fake it if the guy wants me to cum when he does. Ever once in
a while, I actually do get into being fucked and hit the big 'O' but that's a
rarity.
The thing that's different about Saturday night is that it can turn into a
gangbang. Especially, if the miners have a good week in the pit and they have
plenty of fresh cash. The Palace is about the only place to spend it. The guys
form lines on the stairs and we girls just lay there on our beds taking on
customer after customer. Normally, it's on a next available basis. If you're in
that line, you fuck the next girl who doesn't have a man between her legs.
Enrique runs it like he was trained by an efficiency expert.
There are normally ten whores working. Each girl has a small bed and a night
table with a lamp. There's a curtain separating you from the bed beside yours
but there's no curtain at the foot of the bed. In other words, if you walk the
length of the room, you can see ten whores getting fucked. When a guy finishes
and leaves, another immediately takes his place. I've been on my back for three
hours doing a guy every fifteen or twenty minutes. You become exhausted and
filthy. Cum is in your belly, and leaking out your ass and pussy. You're covered
in sweat and smell like a sewer. This is whore's work in the trenches. When your
guy finishes, you wipe the cum out of your cunt with a few squares of toilet
paper and yell "Next".
Enrique has a fit if you have to leave to piss so he put a slop jar by the
door on the stairwell landing. You can only pee if you're desperate enough to do
it in front of fifty guys standing on the stairs waiting their turn. On the
other hand, squatting down to relieve yourself in front of a crowd of horny
miners occasionally appeals to my exhibitionist side and I make a production of
it. I spread my legs and squat over the wide mouth thunder mug. I spread my
labia exposing my piss hole while fifty sets of eyes watch me as if they had
never seen a woman piss.
I slowly start my flow and they lean forward to get a better view. I'll use my
muscles to stop and restart the flow several times. I always finish with a noisy
spray that delights them. One night a drunken miner grabbed the mug after I
finished and chugged it down to the cheers of the crowd. That struck me as
something only a Brazilian gold miner or a Pagan would do.
On Saturday night, I starred in the show that the Palace put on. The show
began with me doing a bump and grind, as I slowly got naked. When I had stripped
and after I have provided every miner at the edge of the stage an extreme close
up and feel of my orifices, Denise would arrive on stage and hike up the hem of
this incredibly tight spandex dress she was wearing. She would bend over with
her legs wide, hands palm down on the ground with her ass toward the audience. I
would roll down these large cotton drawers she was wearing exposing the end of a
large anal dildo. Denise would reach back and grab her cheeks to provide the
viewing audience with the best possible view of her rectal opening. I'd grab the
handle of the anal dildo and give Denise a fast and hard twenty strokes while
she worked her clit and pussy with both hands. When Denise simulated her orgasm,
I'd withdraw the dildo and walk around the edge of the stage offering the
customers a lick or a suck on the brown stained latex recently plucked from
Denise's shit chute. There were usually some takers who found the idea of
tasting Denise's shit a delicacy.
When the audience's craving for eating Denise's shit was satisfied, I'd bend
over and Denise would dildo fuck my ass until I faked a loud screaming orgasm.
The next phase involved Denise pulling the spandex dress over her head and
stepping into a harness mounted with a ten-inch latex cock. I'd also put on a
similar strap on cock then Denise and I would strap on fuck in half a dozen
positions.
For the finale, Denise and I would bring a sturdy table on stage. I would
recline on my back and interlock my ankles behind my neck. My flexibility never
seemed to amaze the audience. My holes would be open and pointed toward the
crowd as Denise wheeled out a glass box containing snakes that I prayed to God
were non-venomous herbivores.
My snake tattoo gave Enrique the idea. Denise would hand me snake after snake
and I would push the head inside my vagina. That caused the serpent to become
curious about what was up there and go inside to see. It was not easy to get
used to and Enrique had to threaten to whip me bloody to get me to try it the
first time.
If you want a mind trip, have a five foot reticulated python crawl three feet
inside your cunt for a visit. After I lost my fear of snakes, I actually found
it erotic to feel his highly flexible and muscular body crawling into your
uterus, eventually hitting a dead end and slithering back out. Once or twice, I
even got Denise to give it a try in spite of the fact she considered it the most
disgusting thing she had witnessed.
Denise would feed several of the smaller snakes inside my rectum and that was
really weird because your large intestine is fourteen feet long and several
times, a snake with a touch of the explorer in him traveled the entire distance
before turning back. I could look down and watch my abdomen slowly rise as the
snakes went deeper inside my cavities.
The crowd loved it. The other whores also performed but it was Arlene and
Denise's snake act that was the real crowd pleaser.
The other thing we did was make digital videos that were sold over a number of
Brazilian Web sites. Most of them were scat but we also did face sitting, foot
worship, gut punching (yowl!), smothering with plastic wrap, and some other off
the wall fetishes.
Denise really hated the scat films. They always ended with us taking a dump in
each other's mouths or puking in each other's faces. The videos are really
gross. The camera is two inches from your face. The girl positions her butt hole
over your mouth. You watch as her sphincter muscle slowly dilates to reveal the
end of a turd. You hold your mouth open and the turd slowly goes into your mouth
that you start chewing and swallowing. All the time you're expected to smile at
the camera as if eating another whore's shit was the most wonderful experience
in your life.
Then you would take shit you didn't swallow and smear it all over your body.
Or you and another girl engage in torrid kisses where you swap shit between your
mouths. We did scat films with as many as ten of the Palace's girl's present.
The synopsis of a typical scat film would be something like this.
Aurora and Xaviera return from shopping to find the lazy maid, Arlene,
sleeping. To teach Arlene a lesson the two force Arlene to eat their shit.
Denise, a friend of Aurora arrives and she releases a large pile of kaviar in
Arlene's mouth. After Denise vomits into Arlene's mouth and makes her swallow
it, they make up and decide to share the delicious kaviar among them.
God knows what kind of sick fuck watch this crap.
The days here are pretty much like another. There are no holidays. I often
wonder how long before disease, a drunken miner, or Enrique kills me. Lately,
I've been thinking it would be better if I killed myself.
