Monstrous Lust- The Brothel

by E M Beastly

  Monstrous Lust

  The Saga of a Erotically Monstrous Forest

  The

  Brothel

  By

  E.M. Beastly

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  Copyright © 2018 E.M. Beastly

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  Daniel looked about the room and seriously questioned the legitimacy of this sperm bank and what his friends told him about it. The room was barren for all except the medical chair he sat in and the many spider webs that cluttered the upper corners of the room. He sat and watched one big spider feast upon a moth in the far right corner from where he sat. It, by far, was not the biggest one skittering about.

  The place was run down; it had to be over fifty years old. He could see plank boards through the broken plaster of the walls. In fact, the building was not even a proper medical facility. From the outside, it looked to be a creepy old house hidden in this quiet, small mountain town. Yet, all his friends had recommended he had to try this place out. They had already warned him that its appearance was deceiving. It was a place that was all the rave in secret circles.

  The sperm bank, as they called it, was actually a brothel; a very illegal house of prostitution where the girls were supposed to be into some very kinky fetishes. He had been warned it was not a place of the ordinary kind of sex and perversion. Nonetheless, to find a working brothel in the states was one thing. To find one with a reputation of having clean woman and good clientele, was another. This was not a place where anybody could show up, pay a fee and then get in line with the next diseased ridden hooker. He had to know and go through the right contacts. He had to submit an application and pass a psychological assessment. Now he had to sit and wait in this medical chair for a physical exam. It was an extraordinary amount of red tape just to have an evening of illicit sex.

  Funny, it was all done in this out of the way and run down estate. When he arrived, he thought the old place abandoned. There were no cars parked outside and no signs of human occupancy. He had knocked on the front door, finding it slightly ajar. He almost gave up, thinking he had the wrong address, for surely this building couldn't be the right place.

  That was until he had been called by name. It was by a male steward, and he seemed to be the lone occupant of the house. He told Daniel he was expecting him, and that he had arrived exactly on time. The man himself was a pleasant enough gent in his late forties. He was clean cut and well dressed with short white hair and a gentlemen's mustache. Interestingly, he looked somewhat as though he just came off a theatre stage. His clothing did not go with what was currently in style, even for somebody his age. Daniel supposed he must have been dressing up for fun to fit the age of this old dwelling. Maybe, he had wondered, that the girls and host were big into period performances pretending to be hookers from America's old west. Maybe inside he would find a stage made to look like a cowboy saloon where the girls all wore big, frilly dresses with their busty bosoms nearly bursting out of their corsets.

  In truth, Daniel had no idea what to expect. He was just told it would be an experience that he could not pass up and would never forget.

  So far, he was left nervous and disappointed. The setting was not very appealing, and he had not heard or seen anyone else other than the man who had greeted him. Perhaps this wasn't the place he was to meet the girls. At least, he hoped it wasn't, even though the steward had told him that the girls would greet him as soon as he passed his physical examination. In as so far, he had not heard or seen anybody since being led to this upstairs room. He thought he should be able to hear something even if was just the creaking of floorboards in this old and rickety house.

  He sighed impatiently as he tried to look out the only window of the room, but it had been boarded up tight. Daniel tried to find a single crack in the barricade that would allow him to get a glimpse outside, but what was once a window might as well have been part of the wall. He sighed in the dismal gloom. His only company the spiders and single hanging light bulb that barely gave it light.

  The nurse who snuck in behind him did not help in growing his arousal. He was another man; a large and heavy set individual. With the appearance of someone who should be riding a Harley. It did not befit him to be wearing what appeared to be a woman's nurses uniform. He did not seem happy about it either, and wore his scowl as though it was part of his uniform.

  How he had come in without Daniel noticing, he could not tell. After all, he came in casually, just as any other person would. Only the creaking of the floorboards directly behind him alarmed Daniel of his presence, but not until the big man was literally on top of him.

  "Please, sit down Mr. Daniels so that we can begin the examination," he said in a scruff but monotone voice.

  Daniel would have protested, but this was a man whose size and composure would make no sane person argue with. This man's demeanor gave all the vibe that if he did not sit willingly, he would make him sit.

  Cautiously he crept back into the chair, hoping to dear God that his friends were not playing some sick joke on him by making this his showgirl. It did not help that his 'nurse' forcefully strapped his wrists and ankles to the seat with large leather straps that he produced from his gown. Daniel had wondered earlier about what the slots on the chair were for, and now he knew as his nurse inserted the straps into them. Strapped in, the chair seemed less a medical recliner but as a seat for torture.

  "What are the straps for?" he managed to meagerly ask, but his nurse just grunted and gave him an even deeper scowl.

  He produced a clipboard in which he began to write a series of notes while he examined Daniel strapped to his chair. Then he started asking a series of questions. They were simple questions at first; things about his general health, his diet and many of the other things a doctor might ask. As he expected, he was asked about his sexual history and what possible STD's he might have come in contact with. The way the nurse stared at him every time he asked a question made Daniel feel very inclined to honestly answer to the best of his ability.

  After all that, the questions became interesting. The nurse started to ask about his sexual interests and preferences. They should ha
ve started as simple and straightforward questions; something akin to what somebody would tell a friend concerning what they found attractive in a woman. However, this nurse was no friend, and his speech was blunt. The questions quickly strayed into weird territory. He went from asking about preferred boob and ass sizes to asking if he ever been in a three-way or an orgy. Then he was asked about his fetishes: Did he like bondage, leather and straps. Was he into role-playing? If so, was it ever in the form of furry animals, babies or even clowns?

  The nurse went through about every kink and fetish that existed, and then a bunch more that Daniel did not know about. It felt like he spent hours answering 'no' to most of them, including heinous acts of necrophilia, incest, and pedophilia. He was not feeling very happy or aroused at all with these questions, but he only protested once, just once. The nurse gave him a cold and dark stare. Daniel swore the nurse's eyes turned as black as coal while he judged his soul as if he were some sort of demonic arbiter. It was enough to make Daniel return to his meek and fearfully obedient self.

  Daniel was glad that he did not have any really dark secrets to tell. Still, he had to comfort himself that this was supposed to be a brothel. His friends told him that this place could make one's deepest and darkest fantasies come to life, whatever that meant. If true, it made him grimace at many of the nurse's questions while also silently making him ask himself if he really wanted to be here anymore.

  To his dismay, He would get more time to dwell on those thoughts. His nurse finally finished his long round of questions and then produced a syringe, telling him he was taking a blood sample. There was no argument in the matter; the nurse was taking it one way or another. Daniel could only bite his lip as the nurse inserted it into a vein he found in his arm. He filled the syringe, and something other than a scowl beamed across his ogre-like face.

  "This will be tested. If everything checks out then the girl that is best for you will arrive here shortly. You won't be disappointed." The nurse said in his gruff monotone voice.

  "And what if it doesn't check out?" Daniel asked sheepishly after the nurse had already turned and walked toward the door behind him.

  He couldn't see the nurses facial expression, if he had one. He only heard him make a loud and almost mocking grunt. It was his only response as he closed the door and turned off the light.

  "Hey! Wait you just turned off the light! And are you going to untie me?" He said making his first real effort to fight against his restraints. However, the nurse had already left. Strangely, there was not a single sound outside his now dark room. He should have heard the heavy clomp of the nurse's footsteps stepping on the old and creaking floorboards, but the house produced no sounds. It was strangely and eerily quiet. It left him strapped down in the dark wondering just what the hell he had got himself into.

  "Hello? Helloooo? Anybody want to untie me?" he tried calling out several times.

  The house remained quiet and dark for an unprecedented amount of time. He could only struggle with futile abandon against his restraints and call out hoping for acknowledgment.

  "God, these girls better be something," he muttered to himself.

  He was sure, or he hoped he was sure, that he was in no harms path. His friends, particularly his friend Jonas, had given the place nothing but the best reviews. Then again, Daniel also had to admit that Jonas was also into some weird shit. Jonas was not into anything too dirty or extreme. He was just what they called a 'furry;' a member of a community whose members were into dressing up as anthropomorphic animals and calling sex the act of yiffing. It was certainly weird, but no more harmless than any other sexual role-playing - he supposed. Still, Jonas was but one friend. Slowly, through connections, all his friends had supposedly visited this place. Daniel just hoped he had actually gone to the right address as he sat strapped to this lunatics chair in the dark.

  An hour or more must have passed, but Daniel could not tell for sure. He was getting bored and wished that he could at least give himself a good wank. It was the only thing he could think to do to pass the time.

  "Well, I hope they aren't expecting any tips for their services?" he mumbled to himself and struggled against his restraints again. "I can't even get away with pleasuring myself."

  "...Oh? You don't think we will be good enough do you?" said a very pleasant voice from out of the dark.

  "What? Where? When? How... did you... How long have you been there?" Daniel stuttered. He heard her voice clearly. She was somewhere in front of him and very close. Yet, the door was behind him. Like the nurse, he never heard the door open or close, he never heard footsteps or any other indications she had entered the room.

  "Oh, I have been watching you for a while, studying you." the voice said.

  Daniel was amazed at the beauty of her voice. The syllables of her words had a unique melody all their own. He wanted to hear her speak more to him.

  "I, ah, I see. Well, I never heard you come in. Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

  "Who needs lights to have fun?" she quickly retorted. "Besides, as we understand it, you are a man who likes mysteries. You like surprises and new experiences. That is why you are here?"

  "God, you have a beautiful voice," he said, having to compliment his host, "but yes, I suppose I do like surprises, but only if they are good surprises," Daniel said.

  "Well, you like my voice, how about if I start to do this?"

  As the ghostly voice finished her question, Daniel immediately felt small and gentle hands begin to caress his groin and inner thighs. All the while, she made nice moaning, cooing and other cute giggling noises. The pleasantness of her voice, even if she was just making noise, very much aroused him. She quickly reacted to his stiff rod trying to poke its way out of his trousers with stronger and sweater sounding melodies.

  "Mmm my! What a lovely start. You show promise." The voice said as her hands gently grabbed hold of his tent and jerked it around. "Yes, but you know, I think we can do better, don't you think?"

  "Oh yes! And I know exactly what I would like you to do," he responded with rosy cheeks. "However, how much is it going to cost me? I heard your prices are reasonable, but..."

  "Are you really concerned about the price after coming all the way here?" she said while unzipping his fly and continuing her thorough massage of his man bits. He felt another pair of hands come out of nowhere and began to caress his stomach and chest.

  "I wouldn't worry about the price. I guarantee your satisfaction, and mine. You'll be paying me throughout our whole session. I guarantee it."

  "Is there another girl? Are there two of you?" Daniel said with increased excitement.

  Yet, there was still only the one voice and she sounded like she was directly on top of him. Her face only inches from his own.

  "Now, now, that would spoil the surprise. You are going to have to figure it out all on your own. Though, if you become such a sweetheart, maybe we can reveal the big surprise at the end."

  Her voice was so soothing and had such a sexual flare to it. Daniel could not describe it, but there was something more pleasing about her voice than looking upon the naked body of a beautiful woman. He really hoped her body matched her voice. Still, she was right. He loved a good mystery and sexy adventure. The humdrum of ordinary sex with ordinary women no longer amused him. It was for that very reason he had come here.

  Slowly and sensually, his mistress went to work pulling down his trousers.

  "How many others are with you? No really?" Daniel asked insistently while trying to peer through the dark.

  He felt a pair of hands still rubbing under his shirt. Another worked at his trousers, but now a third fondled his dick and balls. Still, his question was only answered by one voice, and she replied with sweet giggles and wet kisses along his legs.

  The many hands felt weird too. The more they rubbed and caressed his naked skin, the more he swore they had a furry texture. Sharp claws at the fingertips playfully raked him at times, yet every hand was careful to make sure he was e
njoying their playful touch.

  "They're furries I'll bet," Daniel thought while blushing, "That is why Jonas gave this place such rave reviews."

  He felt the mouth of the one whose voice was so sweet. She began to suck on his dick. Even with her mouth full, she made many wonderful sounds. He believed he could masturbate to this siren's song alone. With her sweet humming lips wrapped around his very happy manhood, he had to envision her as probably wearing some suit that made her look like an outlandishly cartoonish anthropomorphic cat or dog, much like what those in the furry community chose to wear. Probably, in mid-coitus, the lights would turn on for the big shameless reveal. Daniel began to laugh.

  "Why are you laughing," his mysterious siren stopped sucking his cock long enough to ask.

  "Oh nothing really," he replied, "I was just thinking about what silly outcome this will turn out to have."

  "Silly?" she replied in her lovely voice, "I have never been thought of as silly before."

  "Don't get me wrong, you're doing a fantastic job, and I must compliment your voice," he said not wanting to offend her, "But my friend Jonas came here not long ago, and well, I think I figured out your surprise."

  "Oh?" she said, and strangely, all the hands seemed to stop their sexual meanderings across his body in unison, "Jonas... Yes, I remember Jonas. Hmm, and what did Jonas tell you?"

  "Only that you have an interesting establishment that I would not be disappointed with," Daniel replied in earnest.

  "Did he tell you why we are called the Sperm Bank?"

  "No, he failed to mention any of the details. As you said, I like a good mystery."

  Her hands went back to raking and pinching his skin as she replied, "Well, I will give you that answer as a freebie. We love sperm here. I particularly can't get enough. So, I hope you came with testicles full of cum because I'm going to drink you all up."