Red Sonja
A Long Dream
In another life, the woman called Sonja was forged her fearsome reputation as a warrior from a personal tragedy in her past. She would be blessed by a goddess and travel the land facing man, beast, demon and god, fighting evil wherever she traveled. In another life, her name would be known far and wide, both for her skills and her beauty. In another life, Sonja was free to do what she wished with her life.
Too bad it was all just a dream.
"Ngh!" Sonja gritted her teeth and gripped the edge of the mattress as her body was rocked forward again. She felt the man behind her bottom out, her cunt stretching to accommodate the bulbous head and thick, rock hard length of his shaft. She barely made to catch a quick gasp of air before he pulled back and slammed into her once more causing her to grunt out loudly. She lost her handhold, spilling forward, her large breasts squishing under her as she moaned through another body shaking shove from the fat brute behind her.
"Gods you're so tight!" The smelly ship captain barked, a bit overwhelmed by how snug her cunt felt around him. His heavy calloused hands gripped her slender waist and yanked her back, forcefully impaling the redhaired whore once again on his massive cock. A stifled squeak escaped her lips as her pussy met and gripped the base of his length.
Sonja pushed herself back to all fours and her head shook back and forth with his thrusting, grunting in her throat with each pump. She could feel his sweaty belly banging against her ass with each powerful thrust while below her, his large hairy balls swung forward, smacking against her engorged clit as he continued his aggressive fucking.
"Shit, I can't believe you're this tight. That bitch downstairs wasn't fooling around." He grunted, sliding one hand up to grip her shoulder using the leverage to brutally ram his dick into her again.
'The benefits of the exercises the madam has us do every morning and night.' Sonja thought. The madam was unusual in that she liked her girls fit and healthy, feeding them good food and making sure that her girls exercised a fair amount to ensure that their bodies were slender, curvaceous and durable enough to handle the constant sex their job demanded. Sonja was among the more toned and voluptuous women in the brothel thanks to her already active lifestyle that she had before she came here.
The captain in the meantime was in heaven. He looked down at the redheaded beauty as she squirmed in his grasp, tightening his hands on her waist and continued to slam her back and forth, rutting into her as hard as he could. He watched her ass bounce and shake with every thrust. Her fair skin had become flushed, taking on a red hue as he worked his meaty shaft over and over in her tight hole. A sheen of sweat was already quickly building on her skin, giving her a wonderful glow in the dim lamp light that made him want to fuck her even harder.
'Leave it to Ishtar to have a gem like her in this shithole city.' He thought deliriously as his belly slapped loudly against her bouncing ass. His eyes rolled shut as her pussy suddenly tightened vice-like around his dick. Now he understood why so many men in the city spoke her name with such reverence. This whore was absolutely divine!
The only sounds that filled the bedroom were the steady slap of the man's hips slamming into her ass in addition to her breathy pants and his grunts of exertion. Sonja felt her arms start to get tired and decided to finish things off for the night. She tightened her pussy even more on his thrusting shaft, increasing the friction and causing the man to curse. Behind her she felt him finally tense up and his fingers dig painfully into her small waist as he crammed himself as far as he could possibly go into her pulsating pussy. Sonja winced as the overweight sailor cried out in ecstasy, his balls emptying his seed into her. Sonja's muscles instinctively clamped down, her cunt, so well-trained, squeezed and undulated, milking his shaft of the warm deposit of slime pumping into her tender pussy.
The large man fell forward onto her, and Sonja let out a muffled moan of protest as her aching muscles supported the ponderous weight of his sweaty body as it settled on her back. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and kept pumping his hips with small, but powerful, thrusts. His other hand gripped her left breast, kneading it with his fat, calloused fingers.
"You truly are the best whore in this place. Ishtar's boasts were not unfounded after all." He whispered breathlessly. "I'm going to have you the first chance I get next time."
Sonja rolled her eyes obscurely. What, did he expect her to thank him for the compliment? Honestly, he was not the first man to say that to her. She already had a steady stream of regulars who couldn't get enough of her tight cunt and plump tits.
After a minute he finally lifted himself off of her and shuffled backwards causing her pussy to spasm as his dick popped free with an embarrassingly loud sucking sound. Sonja allowed herself to slump onto the bed, taking the time to catch her breath as her customer got dressed and left the room. Cum leaked from her spread folds onto the sheets, which Sonja was going to have to clean now. At least the fat bastard left her a hefty tip.
This was her life, living day after day selling her body to men who cared not to look past her beauty and curves. This was not the life she envisioned for herself as a girl, but she supposed that not everyone got what they wanted. The world was cruel and hardly cared for the whims of mortals, and women had it worst sometimes. Still, perhaps if she had made different choices all those years ago, then maybe…
A wave of melancholy washed over her before she quickly stamped it out and weakly sat up to grab her dress. She was still working, and she had to get cleaned before heading back downstairs again. Time stopped for no one, after all. Not even for a whore.
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The memories of her family's death and her rape at the hands of her murderers haunted Sonja for weeks afterwards. Still, she needed to survive, for their sakes, if she was to get her revenge on the bastards. So after she spent days wandering the wilderness by herself in a pained daze, she steeled herself and did everything in her power to survive.
When she turned sixteen, normally the age where her mother would've married her to someone else in their village by now, Sonja had run into a particularly lackluster hunting session. She was off her game, missing shots, moving slower than normal and making novice mistakes that would have her father rolling in his grave. She didn't know what was wrong with her, this always happened at least once a month and it caused her to miss out on gathering food for the coming winter.
One evening Sonja had been heading back to her little cave where she was staying for the week when she came upon a small camp. There were only a few guards surrounding it, and from the look of the tent, she could see that it belonged to someone important.
Sonja wanted to just ignore the camp, but with her food supplies low she figured it wouldn't hurt to pilfer a few things from him. It wasn't like he was hurting for money or fancy items. If anything she was doing the world a favor stealing from such a man.
So she snuck into the camp, quiet as a mouse, and passed by all the guards. While the men were sitting around the fire laughing and talking, she headed toward what she thought was the tent that held the nobleman's treasures and riches. Unfortunately that was a gross miscalculation. Sonja chose the wrong tent to enter, as it was instead the tent the nobleman was resting in. so imagine his surprise, and pleasure, that this pretty little red-haired girl suddenly appears dressed like a savage and looking just as surprised as he was.
"Well, well," He said, eyes greedily roaming over her body. "What do we have here?"
Sonja barely had any time to react as she quickly ran out of the tent, only to slam into the armored chest of the guard posted outside of the tent. The larger man quickly snatched her arms before she could attack and dragged her back inside with little effort on his part.
"Let go of me!" Sonja struggled with all her might, but the guard held her firmly as he dragged her into the lavish tent. The nobleman awaited her eagerly as she was thrown to the carpeted ground. She tried to make a run for it, but the guard positioned himself by her head and held her arms down to pin her in place.
"Shut it whore or I'll give you another slap on the other cheek!" He growled down at her. Sonja snapped her jaws at him, though could do nothing more.
"Now, now, Frederick, no need for violence. She's free to be on her way…once I'm done with her." The noble grinned at her lecherously, positioning his large body between her legs and ripping apart her leather pants with a knife.
Sonja's eyes widened when she realized what he planned to do to her and she struggled harder. "No, don't!"
The noble ignored her as he tore off her pants and ripped open her shirt, grabbing her and running his hands over her body. He stroked and fondled her perky breasts, which were soft and ample even back then. Sonja tried to kick him away, but she had no leverage and only served to allow him space to get between her thighs.
"It's not every day a beautiful lass like you comes along in the middle of the forest. Nothing wrong with getting my cock warm for the long journey ahead, eh?"
He pushed his trousers down to his knees to reveal a stout, but fat cock. He was erect and she felt precum leaking from its tip as it smeared across her inner thigh. He pressed himself close to her, his body hot and hairy, large against her lithe frame as he pinned her lower body underneath him and continued to squeeze her tits in his hands. His fingers smushed the firm mounds together as his cock pressed close to her loins. Sonja whimpered and closed her eyes to brace herself for what was to come.
The noble grunted and thrust himself inside her. Sonja's head flew back, her back arching as she saw stars. She felt the man's cock splitting her open, spreading her pussy and push inside her. He grabbed her hips and lowered his leering face to her breasts, grabbing her ass and rubbing his sweaty face against her chest as he rocked her hips.
Sonja's backside smacked the ground, her perky ass flattening against the soft carpet. Her pussy squelched as the nobleman thrust in and out of her, his naval clapping against hers. She held back any moans but couldn't stop whimpering as he fucked her without a care. She was filled with loathing for this bastard, and she wished she could slit his throat right there. But she was powerless.
All she could do was take it.
So she held her cries and endured the ravishing, feeling his coarse hands clumsily fondle her and felt that thick cock grind inside her pussy. The nobleman jerked his hips rapidly back and forth, and her body lurched with his movements, her breasts rising and falling, jiggling against his face. Her body reacted accordingly to these foreign feelings, even as Sonja herself felt revulsion at her situation.
It was fortunate for her that the nobleman had little stamina, even though he had a reputation of fucking the finest whores his province had to offer. He soon came, pumping his semen into her cunt. Sonja shuddered and grimaced, biting her lip so hard it bled.
She groaned and sagged when he pulled out, her fair face flushed with shamed and anger. Her eyes were pained and weary. The nobleman grinned at her and gave her ass a rude smack.
"That was good. Frederick, tie her up. I'm taking her back to Argos with me." He said.
The guard nodded and lifted the well-fucked girl to her feet, dragging her over to a corner of the tent to tie her hands and feet together. Sonja let him, too exhausted by her rape to struggle right now. Though she shivered whenever she felt cum leak from her used hole.
It was thanks to her skills that she managed to wriggle free of the admittedly weak knot she was tied in after the nobleman fell asleep. She contemplated slitting his throat right then and there, but she wasn't going to take any chances and snuck out the back of his tent, completely bypassing the guards and running into the forest in nothing but tattered rags and cum leaking down her inner thighs.
It was just an introduction for what life had in store for her a few years down the line.
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Sonja sauntered down the long hallway with rooms lining both sides, loud moans and the distinct sound of skin slapping skin could be heard from some, excited cries and climaxes from others. The sounds of women being used. Sonja was used to this, one becomes numb to the sexual atmosphere of the place after working here for a few months.
The brothel, called the Crimson Web, was a large establishment, with a tavern on the first floor and numerous rooms on the two upper floors. There was a small bathing area for the girls at the back of the brothel on the first floor where they would clean up between customers. The madam liked running a clean house and clean girls making her money. She held herself above other brothels in that regard.
Sonja entered the baths and slipped into the first pool of warm water with a sigh, letting the bath clean her skin and wash away the filth her body was subjected to. Sonja let herself soak for a moment before taking a rag and began wiping herself down.
"You look like you had a fun time." Said another voice. Sonja looked up to see another woman with short blonde hair strut past her to get into the bath too.
"Janay." Sonja greeted, glancing at the thick white splotches covering the woman's chest and stomach. "You look like you've had some fun yourself."
"The fat bastard just wanted to get off with my tits. Didn't even bother to finger me." Janay sighed, washing the cum off her breasts. "I mean, I understand that my tits are my best feature, but at least finish up with a decent pounding before you leave."
"I don't know why you're annoyed by this. You've still got the rest of the day for that." Sonja grinned. Janay rolled her eyes playfully.
"You're one to talk. There's still a long line of men waiting for you. Madam Gawain's having a field day collecting all the coins they're paying."
"I'm sure she is." Sonja shook her head.
Janay was part of a small group of friends Sonja had acquainted herself with. She, along with Talani, Survara and Melea were citizens of a kingdom that had been raided and pillaged. After being captured and passed around as sex slaves by the king's soldiers for two months straight, they were sold to the brothel, where Madam Ishtar was very thorough in making sure they pulled their weight. She left Sonja to get them acclimated to their new profession and the red-haired beauty left an impression on them. Though she was a whore, she held herself with a kind of strength and grace that one would liken to a warrior than a whore. It drew them to her in a way and they've been friends ever since.
Contrary to what most men thought, there not all whores were at each other's throats. Many girls formed groups of friends or allies with the goal of making the most money for themselves, as every whore wants to prove herself useful to their madam so they won't get tossed out. Open hostility was widely discouraged, especially in Madam Ishtar's house. This was a den of pleasure and vice, not violence and tears.
"So what happened?" Janay asked.
"Hmm?" Sonja looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"You have that look on your face. The one you always have when you wake up in the morning." She said.
"Oh. It's nothing." Sonja shrugged. "Just a dream I had."
"The same one?" Janay asked. Sonja nodded and she huffed. "Honestly, it's best not to dream anymore about swords and fighting evil. Leave that messy shit to the men. At least we're being paid here."
"Not that I'm crazy about spreading my legs for vulgar men, but it puts food on the table I suppose." Sonja sighed and rinsed herself off. "I better get going before the madam has me sucking off the guards again as punishment."
"You make it sound like a bad thing." Janay grinned.
"It is, and it's only made worse by the fact that those hung bastards could give a horse a run for its money." Sonja remarked dryly and stepped out of the bath. "See you later, Janay."
Janay waved her off as Sonja dried herself off and got dressed in her usual outfit, a chainmail bikini commonly worn by slave girls from the desert kingdoms and a pair of leather boots. Many of her regulars absolutely loved it when she wore it, said it suited her, and strangely enough, Sonja felt the same for some reason.
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Ever since that terrible night, Sonja had honed her fighting skills in the wild and had become quite adept with her hunting knife and with a sword she stole from a traveling barbarian. Three years passed and she grew into a young beauty lusted by the men who saw her but could never catch her. Sonja wasn't going to give them the chance. She was never going to be the vulnerable girl she was that night.
One day, as she was passing by a region known for bandit raids, Sonja got word of a small group of barbarians preying upon travelers and unguarded caravans. Seeking to test her skills against actual warriors, the young warrior woman followed their trail to a village the barbarians had been planning to sack. Sonja approached the thugs without fear or hesitation, confident in both her duty and years of training.
One of the bandits looked up from the stew he was stirring over the campfire and gave a wolf whistle at the approaching woman. "Well, well, look what we have here, boys. Not every day we have a mark come to us for a change."
"So you're the vagabonds I've been looking for." Sonja said with her head held high and proud. She placed a hand upon her sword's hilt, ready to draw at a moment's notice. "You've terrorized the people of the plains long enough, and I'm here to put an end to your misdeeds. You have two choices: surrender now and leave these lands, or fall to my sword."
A heart chorus of laughter broke out among the men, which after a quick headcount Sonja found there to be five of them, but they stood up and grabbed their weapons all the same. "You can't take us all on, little girl. You'd be better off letting us have a good time with you." The leader said, grinning at Sonja's tight chainmail vest and her short leather skirt.
"You filthy animal." Sonja spat. Men like him were the worst, and they remained the same wherever they go. "The world will be better off without scum like you tainting it."
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The fight was in her favor at first, but things took a turn against her when one of the bandits flanked her and managed to land a cut on her sword arm, causing her to lose her weapon. It wasn't long before another man used his larger bulk to throw her to the ground and pin her on her back, dealing a couple of strong blows to her face to weaken her before they held her down. At this point, she was beaten and at their mercy as they had the pleasure of defiling her.
Pleasure, as it turns out, was exactly what the bandits had in mind, and nothing made that clearer than when the first lucky thug thrust his cock deep inside Sonja's cunt. The young woman gasped as she was raped on her back, legs resting on the crude man's shoulders as his friends stood around her prone form with their cocks out ready and waiting.
"Damn! She's a tight one!" Exclaimed the dirty bastard as he started to pump away at the unyielding pussy wrapped around his cock. He was having a hard time fitting everything inside, but slowly yet surely he was opening up more of her snug snatch with each insistent thrust. Years of hunting and athleticism toned Sonja's body into a perfect vision of fitness, but all that had amounted to only providing a terrific ride for the vagrant plowing her into the ground. "There's no way you're a virgin, whore!" He said callously while groping her breasts through her leather tunic.
More laughter from above made Sonja's face blush hotly, but it was nothing compared to the cherry red of her overworked pussy lips as they struggled to take his fat schlong. Any pain she felt from her rape paled in comparison to the shame of it being a show to these bastards. The bandit leaned further over Sonja, nearly folding the woman in half with her ankles still resting on his shoulders. Yet the position was necessary for him to drive downward even more forcefully until he could sheath his entire length. Sonja could feel her pussy giving away beneath the relentless force of his turgid cock, and all she could do was pant from the effort as he made the presumptuous swordswoman his bitch.
"Oh yeah. How's that dick feel, girl?" He asked with a lecherous grin just inches from her gasping face. "This is the only sword a woman should be touching."
Sonja scowled, but her body was reacting differently to her situation than she wanted it to. The young red-haired girl was fertile and, faced with the stark reality of a vigorous male pounding away at her womanhood, it responded the only way it knew how. Slick arousal started to coat the thug's thrusting cock to better aid their copulation whether she wanted it or not. She tried to hold her cries back, but she couldn't keep in the shrill cry as the man finally achieved his goal of loosening Sonja up enough for his cockhead to kiss her untouched cervix with a smear of precum.
Wet slaps of flesh on flesh began to fill the air as his cock dredged up Sonja's own juices until it was drenching her folds. Each time the ruthless thug slammed down and hilted himself in the girl's cunt, his balls would smack firmly against her jiggling ass and prompt a breathless moan from her. Her toes curled and clenched within her boots as they bounced over her head to the steady rhythm of each thrust.
Her involuntary groans were like music to the man's ears, and it only encouraged him to further defile the beautiful swordswoman. "Fuck, this is grand! Is this why you came out here? Just looking to get fucked, eh? Well don't worry about that, me and my boys are going to be taking really good care of you from now on."
Sonja didn't have the strength to struggle anymore as her rape continued. Her eyes darted back and forth between each of the men stroking their hard cocks at the show. The thought of them all just waiting to fuck her senseless sent an uncontrolled shier up her spine. Sweat was now pouring down her smooth, slender legs much like how her pussy's nectar was cascading down her ass. She waned to protest, to say anything that might defend what little remained of her virtue, but all it would be is empty words.
Not that it mattered to the man. All he wanted was a warm hole to fill, and that's exactly what he found in the defeated fledgling heroine. Without a care for her own predicament, he pounded away at her increasingly slippery and heated snatch until he felt the familiar tingle of his own limits. "Damn slut," He grunted. "Gonna make me cum. I usually last longer, but this is some real fine pussy."
"N-No!" Sonja cried out, her resistant flaring back up again. "Pull out!"
"Not a chance!" He growled as he pressed Sonja's quivering hips into the ground and spewed his potent load deep inside. His hot see burst through the young woman's cervix and swarmed her womb. Sonja tossed her head back and grit her teeth in defiance as her body burned in an unexpectedly pleasant way from the searing hot load. He continued to pump her cunt until she was filled to the brim with so much cum that it had begun to drizzle down the crack of her ass. When he finally pulled out, he gave one last stroke of his cock to squirt the final rope of spunk across her pelvis.
Sonja lay panting on the ground, tired and weak from her unwanted climax. Unfortunately, her suffering was not yet over as another bandit shoved his friend aside to take the next round with the soiled beauty.
"Stand aside! This slut's womb is mine." He said.
"Don't worry about it," One of the other bandits laughed. "We'll all get our chance to fuck the bitch."
Sonja shivered from their cold remarks, but she didn't have much time to reflect on their threats as she was promptly flipped over onto her hands and knees by the next man. Her long red hair fell across her face but was roughly seized by one of his hands and pulled hard in a display of sheer dominance. A pained cry tore from Sonja's throat, followed by a shriek of surprise when he suddenly thrust his cock inside her well-creampied snatch. Sonja wanted desperately to fall forward and bury her face into the ground, but the harsh grip on her hair kept her upright and taut as she rode out the rough doggystyle fuck.
From this position, all the watching bandits got a great view of Sonja's upraised ass rippling each time their buddy hilted himself inside the girl. And with her head forced back, Sonja had no choice but to show them her sweaty face, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed over from unwanted pleasure brought about from every cunt-smashing thrust. The twin sensations of being fucked like an animal while being dominated so easily weakened Sonja to the point where she could no longer hold herself together. Her hands dug into the earth and ripped out fistfuls of grass as she struggled to get a firm hold on herself, but she could not hold back the hot, heavy pants that fluttered from her red lips.
The horny rapist was only spurred on by the pussy that was now unexpectedly clenching around his member in silent appreciation, as if welcoming him to spew his virile load inside her receptive womb. He tilted his head back and used his free hand to smack Sonja's ass. "This is heaven. We'll turn you into a proper cumdump yet, girl."
Shame burned across Sonja's cheeks, yet she couldn't stop herself from climbing ever closer to that final humiliation. She could feel every bump, every ridge, every vein of his cock a sit speared through her soft cunt. It was inevitable; she was going to cum and cum hard, and all of these perverted miscreants would get a front row view of her fall into depravity. Sonja gave one last groan of defeat before it melted into a cry of raw bliss, and the next thrust pushed her over the edge. Stars of light burst across Sonja's vision as her body locked up and came all over the thug's cock.
"Fucking whore." He hissed in mild discomfort as Sonja's pussy clamped down, but that didn't slow him down in the slightest. In fact, he sped up his thrusts even faster, eager to reward his new whore with a potent load. "You want it so badly? Then fucking take every last drop!"
Sonja was barely even capable of registering the first shot of cum through her lust-fogged mind. The young woman was far too busy cumming. Her body trembled in unbridled pleasure from head to, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing into the dirt was the ever-present hold on her hair. The bandit's grip on her hair only tightened and forced her head further back as he pumped her full of cum, forcing Sonja to show off her unintentionally lewd expression to the semi-circle of gathered brutes.
The fiendish lout made sure to shove every last drop inside Sonja's womb, despite the fact that it was already stuffed from the previous load. The poor girl's pussy, once so chaste and pure, now did everything in its power to milk his cock dry, squeezing and massaging the rigid shaft for all its worth. Some did escape from her oversaturated cunt in the when he finally pulled out, but the sight of victory was an adequate reward. The white of the leaking creampie contrasted heavily with the bright red of her sore pussy lips as they struggled, and failed miserably, to snap shut.
Sonja, too weak and tired to even think about resisting, could do no more as her body continued to be used by the men around her. She barely reacted when she was pulled up and into a full-nelson position as another cock was shoved into her used cunt. She made weak, pained grunts as she was roughly impaled on the next man's shaft, her full breasts bouncing from every downward motion as cum continued to leak from her pussy.
This was the beginning of her downfall and the incident that would destroy her legend before it even began.
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Sonja shuddered as she felt her client's cock throb inside her, spewing his load deep into her body. The brutish man who was particularly rough with her this session continued to thrust a few moments longer, roughly slamming his hips into hers as he sought to drive himself as far as he could go. Finally he stopped, and pulled his cock from between her thighs, a string of cum momentarily connecting them still before it snapped and splattered down on her sweaty flesh.
"Great as always, Sonja. And don't be trying to tell me you didn't like it, I felt you shudder beneath me like a wild mare. The madam did a good job taming ya, that's for sure." He chuckled.
Sonja rolled her eyes as he left the room, not even bothering to wait for a reply. She reached over to the table and grabbed a wash cloth from the water bowl to clean her thighs and leaking pussy. That bastard talked a lot of good shit for someone who lasted only twenty minutes. Sonja hated this job but at least she had some sense of pride in having clients who were skilled enough to pleasure her while using her body.
After once again heading down to the baths to clean herself up, Sonja was on her way up the stairs when someone called out to her. "Oh Sonja!"
Sonja paused on the stairs and looked back to see Madam Ishtar standing near the lobby. The older woman was a rare, mature beauty who could pass as a noblewoman or at least a wealthy courtesan. Her dusky skin glistened in the light of the torches and her sheer pink silk robes hung off her curvaceous body, ready to fall off at a moment's notice. Despite her beauty, Madam Ishtar took her job seriously and made sure her girls were working hard to make her money, in return for protection, a decent pay and food. Sonja detested whores of any sort, but she respected the madam's proper treatment of the girls under her employ. It was rare to find brothels that did that for their girls these days.
"Yes, Madam Ishtar?" Sonja said politely. She learned the hard way that Madam Ishtar demanded respect. When she first mouthed off at her upon being sold to the brothel by those slavers, Ishtar had her chained to a pole and allowed every man in the brothel to have their way with her without pause from noon to evening. She was leaking cum like a split water skin afterwards and never talked shit to the woman ever again.
"Sonja, I know you've had a long day, but I want you to take care of a special client for me." Ishtar said, taking a drag of her wooden pipe in a smooth motion. "He's the son of one of the merchant kings of this city and he wants to celebrate his birthday with the best whore in this city."
"And you offered me." Sonja stated. Ishtar's pink lips smiled and she nodded.
"Exactly. He's paying a lot for your services and, being one of our best girls, are perfect for a man of his…stature." Sonja did not like the way she said stature. "And given your strength, you're more than enough to handle him. What do you say?"
What could Sonja say? For all intents and purposes, she belonged to Ishtar as a whore. While there were clients she could refuse up to a point, high paying customers weren't given much leeway. So Sonja agreed to the madam's request and was directed to one of the nicer rooms on the second floor where she'll be meeting her client.
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Sonja spent a year being used by the bandits as a sex slave. They dragged her around the country with them, fucking her whenever they wanted while feeding her herbs to ensure that she didn't get pregnant from their seed. They used her whenever they felt the need, or whenever there wasn't enough women caught from their rids for all of them to fuck. Sonja tried to escape, but these thugs were smarter than most and knew to always come to her in pairs, just in case she tried anything while they were fucking her.
Eventually they grew tired of her, and they sold her to the slave market in Shem. She didn't spend very long there, as a beautiful red haired woman of her caliber was rare and exotic in those lands. Men, from merchants to nobles wanted to buy her, offering exuberant amounts of gold for her as soon as she stepped onto the stage.
But it was not a man who bought her. It was a woman.
Her name was Ishtar, named after the goddess of love for whom many temples were built in her honor and men and women alike sold their bodies to others in worship. Ishtar was the owner of the largest brothel in the city, and she wasn't going to let a gem like Sonja waste away in the bed chambers of some perfumed sultan. She knew a money maker when she saw one.
The first meeting between Sonja and Ishtar went about as well as you could expect. Sonja hated women like Ishtar, who submitted themselves for men and sacrificed their dignity and honor as whores. She thought such prostitutes to be weak-willed, for surely any women who allowed themselves to be used as cock sleeves and cum dumpsters weren't strong by any measure. Unfortunately, she hadn't met a woman like Ishtar, who didn't allow disobedience and disorder in her brothel. Ishtar was not weak, for even though she didn't wield a blade, she knew how to make men and women alike bow to her.
And Sonja provided the best challenge she had in years.
The first night she was taken to the brothel, Sonja was taken to one of the finer bed chambers that Ishtar used when she was "meeting" with clients of her own. No sooner than she had stepped into the room that Ishtar's arm suddenly leapt up with astounding speed and Sonja saw a flash of silver before she was cut three times along her right thigh. Within seconds Sonja felt her body heat up and her pussy gushed with wetness. A surge of arousal came over her, so strong that it brought her to her knees before the brothel madam.
"W-What is this?" Sonja growled, her face flushed and sweaty.
"A potent aphrodisiac. I made it myself. It's pretty useful for clients who are a bit up there in age…or unruly girls who think they're better than me because they don't openly suck cock to get by in the world." Ishtar said smoothly, spinning the dagger dripping purple liquid in her hand.
Ishtar sauntered over to the mound of plush pillows, dragging Sonja along the floor until she was kneeling between the woman's thighs. Ishtar smiled and gripped Sonja's long hair to pull her forward.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson in humility, girl. This is my kingdom. I own this building, I own every girl who works here and I own you. I spent a lot of gold buying you, and you're going to make that money back."
Ishtar snapped her fingers and from another part of the room came several large, muscular men. Sonja could tell they were all warriors, brothel guards most likely, and had trained their bodies to peak perfection. Her eyes went down to the erect cocks standing at attention and fear entered her heart for the first time since she entered the brothel.
"These men will fuck you one after the other until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. In the meantime, you're going to pleasure me. After all, not all our customers are men, and you'll need some practice in pleasuring women." Ishtar smirked.
Sonja's face was jammed into Ishtar's leaking folds and the redhead was forced to lick and suck on the woman's pussy lips. Hesitantly at first, but then her ministrations grew harder as she got into a pattern. She was so focused on tasting Ishtar's sweet flower that she hadn't noticed the first man getting behind her until he placed his cockhead at her sopping wet lips.
"Ngh." Sonja tensed up as she felt the first man push inside, his cock spreading her folds with ease that was shameful for the former warrior. He pushed inside her and her walls easily made room for it, fitting snugly around his member until she could feel his lap push against the sculpt of her rear. He was thick and long, and no doubt he had probably fucked dozens of other young women like this before on the command of his mistress.
The man's hands moved to take hold of Sonja's hips, holding her firm as if she could hope to move with the aphrodisiac weighing her down. Without hesitation, he finally began to thrust, and he held nothing back as he pushed himself hard from the very beginning. Sonja panted and moaned, her tongue flicking against Ishtar's clit, the sound of his grunting thrusts filling the air. The knowledge that this could possibly continue for more than an hour filled her with arousal and made her cunt tighten on the shaft impaling her pussy.
The combination of dedication to his mistress and the tightness of Sonja's folds made the man groan in bliss and strengthen his thrusts into her. His duty was to simply loosen her up for his friends, and he did just that. Having those lovely eyes of Mistress Ishtar on him as he bred this bitch like a dog filled him with a blanket of arousal that was impossible for him to resist. When his moment came, he pushed forward, one of his hands flying into Sonja's red hair and wrenching her head back hard as she screamed along with him.
His cock flared and the cum that had been promised flooded inside of her. Sonja's head was spinning as she felt him erupt within her, bursting with cum that flowed deep within her walls. His cock was pushed deep inside and his tip was flushed against the wall of her womb, ensuring that he was delivering his precious seed as deep and intimately as he possibly could. He twitched again and again as he kept himself firmly hilted, his knuckles white as he clenched her hair and his expression lock in a relieved grin.
He clearly hadn't cum in days and no one was more acutely aware than this than Sonja. Warmth was filling her belly with every passing second, and the incubus's cum filled her so completely that her sex felt puffy and pushed out from the load. Ishtar clapped with all the dignity she would use while watching a play, and she laughed with delight when the young man pulled out and Sonja's hole gushed a thick waterfall of white.
"Oh how wonderful!" She cooed, licking her lips. She pulled Sonja's face into her folds and sighed contently as the woman licked and lapped and even nibbled on her pussy lips. "Alright, pets, she's open for business! She doesn't move from this position, and you get her pussy only! Oh, and I don't want to see any cum unless it felt out of her. Do I make myself clear?"
The men all gave nods and grunts of approval while Sonja's cheeks darkened. There was no time limit, and Sonja knew that she'll be in this position for a while. This was just like her situation with the bandits, only something about this felt lewder and more depraved. She didn't even see who it was that mounted her from behind first, but she still felt that thick cock pushing into her. Sonja whimpered against the taste of Ishtar's pussy and kept her eyes up on her new mistress, making sure to look at the madam while she serviced her as a matter of respect. Somehow that took the sting out of being use as a pleasure toy for Ishtar and her pets.
"That's right. Know your place." Ishtar purred. "This is what you'll be doing for the rest of your life. And thanks to those lovely sorceresses from the temple of Ishtar, your youth and beauty will never fade so long as you wear my brand. I take good care of my girls, after all."
The words were chilling to Sonja, but also exciting in a very mysterious way, and she could only imagine the feel of rush after rush of warm cum flooding within her. It made her tighten against the cock inside her that very second, and in turn she heard the man fucking her give a hungry moan from the sudden clench. Sonja kept licking her tongue back and forth over Ishtar's folds as the woman's hands slowly weaved through her long hair, caressing her face like a precious pet.
Ishtar's pussy tasted warm, like ripe juices that tasted sweet against her tongue. It made Sonja's head spin and she groaned just in time for a thick load of cum to fill her up. The man inside her gave her a slap on the ass for her service as he pulled away, and Sonja felt her overstuffed cunt drip a bit of cum only seconds before a new cock found its place. She broke into an erupting scream and buried her face into Sonja's pussy to muffle her pleasure, moaning and licking as she grew more enamored with the madam's taste.
As the next cock pounded into her, any trace of resistance and rebellion was fucked from her mind. Sonja could only focus on the warm clump of jizz sitting in her womb and the thick cocks fucking her harder and harder. Her mind could only savor the sweet juices on her tongue as she lapped at Ishtar's cunt like she was dying of thirst. She became more willing in her treatment, even thrusting back into the shaft inside of her, crashing her hips back into her eagerly as she hoped to drain him of cum.
Eventually Ishtar grew tired of her climaxes against Sonja's mouth and she pulled her new toy against her, rolling Sonja over and letting her lay back against her ample chest. From there, she held her tight while the men continued to take their run of her. Sonja had lost count of the loads she had taken. Underneath the weight of six different men and restrained by her own growing weakness and disillusion with her situation, Sonja was little more than a wet hole for the men to deposit their cum. They all took multiple turns, eager to get rid of their pent up lust that they rarely got to relieve thanks to their duties. Each time they came, Sonja felt like she couldn't be any fuller, and each time a cock pushed into her she squirted out more jizz to make room.
As the final load of cum was finally and slowly pumped into her, Sonja moaned and whimpered with her hips thrusting forward, and Ishtar lowered herself to press a soft kiss against the other woman's mouth. It was soft and chaste, and her lips left a bit of red lipstick against the side of Sonja's mouth, but it did the trick of showing that she did a good job. So much cum was inside her that every inch she moved came with a spurt of cum, and it wasn't long before she felt like she was sitting in a pool of leaked cream.
"Have you had enough yet? Good. I want you to remember this night." Ishtar whispered in Sonja's ear. "You belong to me now, and your body will be used to make me lots and lots of money. Not so powerful without your weapons are you? In this world, we women must make due with what we've got, and I'll teach you properly how to do that without resorting to barbaric tactics. You'll be thanking me a year from now."
That began the final part of Sonja's journey as she became a whore under the employ of Ishtar, who asserted her dominance over the woman and showed her place in this world of men.
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His name was Haras and he was an ugly fucker. He was everything Sonja hated in a man, tall, large and ugly. He had a heavyset body, but she could see the muscles in his arms and legs. He probably used a club or a hammer when fighting, and yes she knew he was a warrior of some kind. You don't walk around looking like that and work as some priest at the temple of Mitra.
When Haras entered the room and set yes upon Sonja's beautiful form, he grinned, showing his uneven yellow teeth. "Yeah, you're definitely a looker. Heard a lot of stories about you, girl. Can't wait to see if they're all true."
He pulled off his codpiece with a flourish, and his weighty package tumbled free. The man's cock was very thick, formed of heavy, accordion-like folds, resting on a pair of huge, apple sized balls. His girth certainly caught Sonja by surprise but she hid it well.
"You'll be surprised, I'm sure." Sonja said, reaching out with a slender finger to trail it down the side of his thick cock.
"As much as I'd love to shove my cock into that sweet mouth of yours, I'm really horny. Get on the bed, all fours."
After a moment's hesitation, Sonja pulled away. The redheaded whore turned and knelt on the bed. She got on all fours, spreading her hips apart slightly and lifting up her backside to preset her pert pussy lips underneath her chainmail loincloth. Leaning forward, he slapped his fat cock against Sonja's ass a couple of times. Then, without a word, the orc leaned forward and plunged his member all the way inside her.
Sonja's pussy gave way reluctantly before the grotesque cock. She hissed faintly as the man stretched her open, then clenched her teeth as he began thrusting away. All went silent, aside from the man's short, nasal grunts as he humped away crudely at the whore, and the muffled slurp of his fat cock cramming into the woman's protesting folds. Sonja's face was tense as Haras's clumsy thrusts rocked her back and forth. With every jab, his cock ridges popped in and out, one after another, stretching her inner lips to the limit with their huge girth and then letting them close up again, over and over.
'I knew he was big, but fuck…' Sonja thought with a grimace.
"Yeah, you feel good. About time that bitch had some decent women around here." Grunted Haras, seizing each of her ass cheeks in one huge hand. He leaned forward slightly, rolling his hips to let his huge sack beat lewdly against her ripe ass.
Sonja didn't grace him with an answer. Each monstrous thrust knocked her forward, and she gave tiny winded grunts each time the thick pipe slammed into her. Her pussy accepted the monstrous mating now, though, stretched wide and slick with her own juices. Haras snorted and grunted as he fucked her, his snout wrinkling with the strain, but said nothing. There was nothing to say, with him being so enamored with her cunt and the feeling of his cockhead punching into her womb.
Haras grabbed her hips and leaned over, beginning to pump away with sharp, bestial strokes. His fat member stretched apart her tight opening, each thick ring of the ribbing pressing against her clinging cunt walls one at a time as it passed. Heavily laden balls smack against her ass with loud, meaty slaps.
'How long is this fat bastard going to last?' She thought impatiently, her body rocking back and forth with his powerful thrusts. The room echoed with obscene slurps as Haras fought frantically to cram himself inside her. 'Gods, how many women did he force this monster into in the past?'
Haras's nostrils flared in a great wheeze as he suddenly crouched forward, mounting her completely. Sonja gasped as his weight pressed down upon her back. His short chest hair was coarse and bristly, and his hugely knotted muscles ground against a woman with every quickly jerking thrust. Again and again the man drive his member inside her, opening her and forcing her straining pussy to accept his cock. Tight and hard with Hara's boiling seed, the great leathery sack crashed against her buttocks.
A sudden vicious, pussy-stretching thrust sent Sonja sprawling forward. She yelped and glanced back at him. Haras's lip was drawn back in a pained sneer, letting his stained teeth show. Beads of sour-smelling sweat was forming on his neck.
"I wanna make this last." He grunted, eyebrows knotted in a frown. "Make this something neither of us will forget for a long time."
His arms, which straddled her shoulders a she crouched atop her, slowly squeezed together, gripping Sonja between them and holding her down. The woman could not move now, crushed beneath the man's weight, her upturned ass impaled on his swollen shaft. His gnarled, muscular buttocks rose and fell mechanically, pumping his fat pipe in and out of the juicy, gaping cunt. Haras was little more than a beast now, mounted upon his helpless mate and burying his bloated member inside her depths.
Sonja could not speak or think properly, the only sound she gave were breathless gasps, unable to even take a breath properly thanks to the rapid tempo of his cock against her innards. Haras's pendulous sack was beginning to swell even bigger now, as his monstrous balls filled to the brim with thick cum once more. Sonja could tell he was close, all she needed to do was hold out and try to get him to cum faster so this horrid event can be over and done with.
Haras felt it too, and he wanted to make this moment count as he slowly crept up upon his incoming climax. His bloated cock plunged into her. Sonja's cunt walls fluttered and squeezed at him, kneading the wrinkled folds of his fat, throbbing cock. The man's enormous balls grew tighter and heavier by the second, desperate to be milked of their boiling spunk. The pressure kept building and building, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Bitch!" Howled the man and exploded. Sonja braced herself, fingers digging into the sheets, and squeezed her eyes shut.
His cock began to expand like a great fleshy spring, each fold unwrinkling. It doubled and redoubled in length, coiling round and round in a twisting, probing curlicue. Sonja trembled slightly as the straining member darted frantically about at the very depths of her cunt. Suddenly, the narrow, pointed cockhead jabbed against her tightly clinging cervix.
In an instant he was in. His cock twisted around and around like a corkscrew, popping open Sonja's tightest depths, wrenching her open and violating her womb. He let out a strangled roar as he locked with her and began to poor out his flood. Sizzling jets of seed exploded inside her, racing through the monstrous coil of his cock and splashing into her belly. Haras held perfectly still, holding Sonja entrapped in his crushing grip as he bred her. His overloaded sack, despite just cumming half an hour ago, jerked and clenched, forcing rank orcish seed into her.
Sonja trembled as the thick, shuddering hose pumped the man's inhuman load inside her. Her womb quickly filled, then began to stretch as it was forced to take cup after cup of his sour spunk. Haras grunted and snorted mindlessly, his whole body seized by the animal desire to inseminate her.
The red-haired whore shook her head almost imperceptibly, biting fiercely at her lip. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, her body reluctantly accepting the monstrous seeding.
As Haras continued to breed her, the hot spunk coursing through his cock and emptying into her jism-stuffed depths, Sonja's cunt squeezed once on the pulsating cock impaling her and without warning, she screamed and threw her head back. Her spasming cunt jerked and tugged at him throughout her unexpected orgasm, as if desperate to milk out more of his fetid, steaming cream.
At that moment Haras made a choking sound deep in his throat. A bulge wound its way through his long, twisting cock and gurgled into Sonja's womb, and then another and another, like beads on a necklace. Clots of a much thicker spunk, dredged up from the bottoms of the man's huge balls, clumped together in the ocean of cum inside her. He shuddered and pressed against her, forcibly emptying out his aching sack and bloating her more and more with his batter.
Her shudders subsiding, Sonja's head slowly slumped back down to the bed. She hid her face.
Haras gave a final low moan. One last bulge, walnut-sized and hot, squeezed stubbornly along his straining cock, depositing a gluey plug of thick goo in her cervix. He trembled, then was still. Then he began to snore.
Sonja sighed and then wriggled gently back and forth until the wilted prick popped out of her folds. The whore gingerly rocked back and forth a couple of times, straining her sore muscles to push the man off her. Haras rolled off the bed and tumbled to the floor still snoring. Sonja shook her head and slowly slid off the bed herself to go get herself cleaned.
Just another day for a whore.
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Sonja was thankful that the day was over, because after having that beefy bastard fuck her into submission like that, she was in no state to properly service other clients anymore for the rest of the evening. The madam was kind enough to let her rest after she was doing and she spent the hour and a half listening to the faint sounds of her fellow whores getting fucked.
It was almost the middle of the night when Madam Ishtar finally closed the brothel and the girls ate their dinner. Sex was exhausting, and it worked up a massive appetite. Sonja spent the evening conversing and talking with the other girls whom she had considered friends, and for a moment it felt like she had a family again.
Still, this was not the life Sonja imagined for herself. These days she always imagined herself becoming a great warrior, a strong woman traveling a world dominated by men, helping the innocent, fighting evil, defeating powerful monsters and sorcerers. Her name would be known across the land and would strike fear into the hearts of man and god alike. Red Sonja sounds like a memorable name. simple and straight to the point. It put a smile on Sonja's lips.
However, this was her life now, working day and night on her back as a whore for the whims of men stronger than her. But she couldn't shake the feeling that things should have been different for her. That things shouldn't be this way, and that her dreams should have become a reality at some point. Did she do something wrong?
Sonja sighed as she shed her skimpy clothing and climbed into the bed. Those were questions that would probably never be answered. Oh well, time to sleep and dream of things that would remain distant dreams of a time when she had the opportunity to be something more. That reality was never going to come true, she knew that now.
But a girl can dream, couldn't she? And no one could take that away from her.
This little gem was the brainchild born from my recent binge reading of Red Sonja comics over the past month. And the fact that there is an embarrassingly small amount of Red Sonja lemon fics out in the world, at least to my knowledge, and I just wanted to add to the number. You'll notice characters like Janay and her friends, who were featured in the Queen Sonja series. I wrote this fic with the mindset of Sonja being brought down in a world of men and eventually ending up in a subservient but not entirely submissive position in her life. In another world, Sonja is a great warrior, in this one, she is a whore who dreams of greater things but laments how her life had turned out. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!
