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OTEC_BadWhore
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

	[ 59. have been a bad whore ]

The Aphrodite club fared better than the Venetian Club.
Davis Straits tourists are upper-middle-class or better.

The visiting wives all had reciprocal membership cards good at the 
Aphrodite club.
The Aphrodite club being unable to compete with the whorehouse
went to limited working hours.

The steering committee worked hand-in-hand with Vin.
The Aphrodite club now had racks of dance Hall dresses.
Visiting tourists were helped into their fancy clothing, and
driven by taxi to the Little Red Whorehouse.
Most of them arrived by horse and buggy.

"Why don't they run all Ladies Clubs this way?"
They would ask, holding their bag of quarters.

In time Vin got the Aphrodite club to relocate to P2.
Their old location was in P1, on the promenade level, but not in a prime 
location.

Vin gave them free rent.
The Aphrodite club was now located between a diamond merchant,
and an Italian leather goods store.
They had the fanciest address of any Aphrodite club in the world.
They became the first Aphrodite club in the world that did not have 
small rooms for sex.
They "rented" them from the Little Red Whorehouse.
They had large changing rooms with hundreds of elegant whorehouse dresses.
They had servants in maid's uniforms to assist visiting Aphrodite club
women who came from all over the world, to be pampered, to be dressed
as elegant whores.
For special visitors, Vin would deliver the special squad gigolos to the
upscale address on the P2 promenade.
Dressed in their finest 1880's style, plantation owner clothing, they would
do a whorehouse "line up" for the elegant women.
They had a private elevator, that delivered the marvelously dressed women,
and their gigolos to Main street.
Where they would stroll arm in arm down the covered wooden boardwalks.
The gigolos would tip their hats to passersby, the Aphrodite women would 
nod and smile.

All Aphrodite clubs are like sororities.
The world headquarters of the Aphrodite Association is located in Geneva.

Steering committees ladies from world headquarters came to visit.

They wore their Chanel Suits for their afternoon visit to the
little blue stud house.

The Madame rang the bell, the studs all lined up.
Vin, Young Leopard, and the rest of special branch, were the lineup.

One of the elegantly dressed women, who smelled of talcum powder and 
lilac, pointed at Vin.
He led her to the room.
She gave Vin his quarter, and ordered him to began undressing her.
He was ordered to kneel before her.
She put their elegantly manicured hands around the back of his head,
and held him close, as he knelt on the floor giving her oral sex.

"How much do you charge for all night?" she wanted to know.
"You will have to ask my wife, she is my pimp" he replied.
"Does she satisfy you sexually?"
"No, she makes me save my semen for the customers." Vin lied.
"You poor boy, come to Mama."
Vin did as he was told.

On Saturday night the visiting searing committee put on their best
whorehouse dresses.
They and the local steering committee made their usual grand entrance.
They left their hats, handbags, and parasols, with the hat check lady.

The joined the sexual riot and promptly began turning tricks
They had no trouble getting their share of men.
( Five cruise ships were in port.
The whorehouse did not close until Monday at noon.)

Beatrice collected 348 quarters.
Lady Kathy had 396.
They had no time for sex shows.
(The left the sex shows to the Aphrodite ladies,
who were entertaining out-of-town guests. )
Vin stood in the front row, watching all of the shows intently.
It excited him, watching elegant women, wives of industrialists
and diplomats, fucking dogs and donkeys on his stage.

The visiting ladies did not reveal how many quarters they collected in
the special whorehouse purses they had been given.
To a women they kept their fat purses and took them home.

They began having their yearly Aphrodite convention on board Davis Strait.
The convention center hotel was pleased to accommodate elegantly dressed,
refined ladies, who smelled nice.
The Aphrodite ladies no longer wore their Chanel Suits at their convention.
They dressed in elegant designer 1880 whorehouse clothing.

They would strut like peacocks, men admiring their petticoats, and black 
fishnet stockings.
You could always spot an Aphrodite lady, she had a parasol, a fancy 
handbag and a hat.
She looked like a million gold, and knew it.

Vin coordinated the Aphrodite convention with his friends in the cruise 
ship business.
They were able to get him an economy cruise with giveaway rates for 
single men.

The first convention an entire boatload of horny single men arrived on 
Saturday.

The Madame unlocked the front door, stepping back
as a flood of cheering men charged forward.
They began pouring into the bordello, like rampaging Vikings charging 
into a nunnery.

The high class ladies were waiting inside their red whorehouse.
Each lady had her own table, most of them had their dress and petticoats,
buttoned up exposing their vaginas, their feet widely spaced, as they
leaned back against their tables, ready, willing and able to be fucked 
where they stood.
Kathy, Beatrice, Kay, and Samantha had adjoining tables,
They were smiling encouragingly at each other.
The smiles became slightly strained as the sexual tsunami swept over them.

Vin watched a tourist hand his Kathy a whorehouse token.
She glanced at Vin, who was smiling.

Lady Kathy pulled her red and black whorehouse dress up around her armpits.
She sat on the table, scooting back.
Her dress, fell off of the table behind her, like a tablecloth.
She moved forward slightly, pulling the wrinkles out of the fabric 
behind her.
She laid-back with a sigh, slowly spreading her long lovely legs.
The tourist stared as her spreading legs began exposing her marvelous 
golden womanhood.
He watched her outer lips move apart, revealing the pink of her in her 
inner womanhood.
Kathy could see the lust and eagerness on his face.
She stuck two fingers of each hand into her vagina holding it wide for 
his inspection.
She smiled at the him and nodded.

He climbed onto the table between Kathy's lovely thighs.
Vin was standing directly behind her.
She raised her head looking up, her face full of love.
Vin looked down studying her face intently.
Maintaining eye contact, he watched her tremble, as the first of several 
hundred
men thrust himself into his wife's willing vagina.

Vin watched, the tourist humping away.
He moved to the side of the table where
he could see Kathy's cunt lips quivering with each stroke.
Her trick pulled out abruptly, climaxing.
He held the end of his large penis against her golden pubic hair, making 
it slick with semen.
He got off, the next man stepped forward eagerly.
Holding his cock in his hand, he made eye contact with Lady Kathy.
She nodded at him, spreading her legs.
Kathy always nodded, looking them in the eye, savoring their lust for her.

Tokens, began accumulating, her marvelous cunt leaking semen on to them.

Vin arrived, holding an old-fashioned wooden bucket.
He pulled a manacle out of the bucket, one cuff went around her left 
ankle, securing it to the table leg.
Without disturbing the couple on the table over head, Vin did her other 
ankle.
He stood up reaching for Kathy's right wrist.
Kathy looked at him lovingly as he attached a length of chain to a table 
leg.
He bent to kiss her on the lips. They they had to try several times,
Kathy was being fucked so vigorously, she was a moving target.
She was pink flushed and climaxing as their lips touched, her beautiful 
blue eyes smiling at him,
sharing her orgasm, and the moment with the man she loved.
She had a bashful smile, as she continued to orgasm, her breath coming 
in small gasps.
"I love you." she whispered, her orgasm giving her a whiskey tenor.

He walked around the other side of the table, watching her moving,
her hips were matching her customer thrust for thrust.
She raised her head as he slid a wedge shaped foam pillow
in place, closing a wide collar around her neck, attaching the chains to it.
The leather kneel restraints went on last.
The other whores did not have lines. Lady Kathy always did, men would 
line up to feel her love,
to feel her marvelous muscles mash their penis as they climaxed.
Vin stood beside her sharing the moment, the two of them, looking 
downward at her loins,
watching a huge penis ravishing her.
As they watched, the sex organ was, yanked free and laid along Kathy's 
abdomen, semen squirted,
striking her breasts, filling her bellybutton.

The next man stepped forward, looking up and Vin, as he held his first 
close to her vagina.
Fisting whores was against the rules, there was a large sign on the wall.
Vin nodded, the short man began fisting his two bit whore vigorously, he 
had short arms,
Kathy's cunt was able to make his elbow disappear.
Kathy turned a brighter shade of pink and began hyperventilating as she 
climaxed squeezing
her powerful muscles against the intruding forearm.
He continued thrusting against her constriction, fist fucking her 
through her orgasm.
She was bucking like a horse, the small of her back, breaking contact
with the tabletop as she lunged, the pool of semen beneath her, making 
clearly audible sucking sounds,
as she did partial sit ups, stranding against her chains.
Kathy began urinating on his forearm, rolling her head from side to 
side, hollering in an unknown language.
The crowd was whistling, shouting, encouraging the fist fucker to 
redouble his efforts.
Kathy appeared to be unconscious, as the next man in line stepped 
forward, ramming himself in balls deep.
Kathy refocused her eyes, looking downward, smiling as she watched the 
penis moving within her.
She made eye contact, and blew him a kiss.
He leaned forward, kissing her.
Kathy began to tremble, as she climaxed again. "Don't stop." Vin heard 
her whisper to her lover.

Vin stood admiring his handiwork, his lovely wife was bound hand and 
foot, spread eagle, her kneel restraints
holding her legs apart, her cunt open, spread wide, her womanhood 
offered to a crowd of sex crazed men.
Her cunt was theirs. Like buying future indulgences, they had pre 
repurchased a gang rape.
They would take turns fucking her for two nights and a day, they had a 
bought and paid for sex slave.
They would lay on her abdomen, thrusting them selves into her body even 
if she passed out.
Kathy could began screaming and kicking if she wanted, telling them she 
had grown too sore,
it was too painful, she couldn't take it anymore, they had to stop, it 
would only add to the mobs pleasure,
as they relentlessly cluster fucked her.
This mob had a purpose, it intended to brutally gang fuck Kathy, for two 
nights and a day, fucking her to death if they could.

( Vin had arranged for a catering service to bring food, so hunger would 
not stop the gang bang,
allowing them to continue cluster fucking his wife well into the 
following night. )

There was a sign hanging between the table legs underneath Kathy's 
marvelous vagina, it read:
	I have been a bad whore.
Men would stop to read the sign, notice her chains, steeping forward 
fucking her.

Vin had placed the bucket on the floor beneath his wife's oozing orifice.
He had dumped all her tokens into the bucket.
Each man would toss his token into Kathy's bucket, before mounting her.
The tabletop had been sculptured, the semen moved in a channel
to the table edge, dripping into the bucket, slowly covering the tokens.
As night turned into day, and date into night Kathy's bucket, filled to
overflowing with semen and tokens.

Vin watched, Kathy, his lovely wife Kathy, sweet shy Kathy,
as she lay on her back, fucking a room full of horny tourists.
She was pulling a train, stretching over the horizon, loving every 
moment of it!

Inside every sexy woman there is a tabby cat in heat, trying to get out.

Vin maintained a cat house for them, so he could
surround himself with high class pussy. 			

	 _____

Vin and Kathy were taking breakfast in the breakfast nook,
of their beautifully tiled kitchen.
Kathy was indifferent to cooking, where Vin enjoyed
producing culinary art.
He hardly ever got the chance any more, James had been
self-aware for countless thousands of years, as the AI
reality generator, to all the slices at once,
he was all of the great chefs of Europe simultaneously.

James was preparing their eggs. Whites and Yolks
beaten separately until stiff, then folded together.
The RF energy caused the bottom of the long handled
pan to heat, stiffening the eggs so they could be popped
into a warm oven. When the eggs were a beautiful
golden mushroom, the long handled pan went under
the broiler. When a golden crust formed that was able to take
the weight, white cheese was sprinkled on top. When the cheese
began to bubble, the entire omelet was folded in half
like a giant taco.
Kathy liked salsa from El Paso on hers.
Vin liked Jame's special sauce, prime rib cut into
minute cubes, sautéed in a sauce made from, English beef tea,
HP sauce, white wine Worcestershire sauce, white wine, and a tiny
dash of habanero sauce from Costa Rica, with mounds of diced
Portofino mushrooms.

As the dishes were being cleared away Vin observed.
"You know, James it seems to me we have unfinished business
with the old Reality Lord"
	 _____

"All rise!"
Vin thought 'this is silly there already standing'
Vin sat.
Everyone but the defendant was wearing robes and wigs.
"You have been charged with capital crime, to whit death by torture."
A window in the courtroom opened, the sort of window
you might find in a New England farmhouse, although it was unsupported 
by any wall.
The bottom half of the window was raised, a breeze was blowing through it,
you could clearly smell the limestone cave odor of the dungeon.

A Bishop resplendent in his black and red robes sat
in a padded chair drinking sweet red wine, a choir boy,
with curly blond hair, stood at his elbow ready to refill his glass.
The naked woman was on her back strapped to a sturdy table
her vagina was at eye level with the seated bishop.
The largest vaginal pear they could manage, had been hammered into her.
The screw on the end of the devise had been cranked out
about ten turns. The woman was moaning incoherently.
Blood was running across the tabletop and dripping into a bucket
on the floor.
A small hourglass sat on the table near the victims right knee.
As the last of the sand poured out, a jesuit monk, reached up,
turning the hourglass over, then reaching up to the vaginal pear
giving the key another quarter turn.
All victims under extreme torture make the same universal sound.
The open window muffled the volume somewhat
but conversation in the courtroom was not possible.

Vin made a hand motion, the window closed but remained floating.
"Why did you do this?"
The defendant was staring at his shoes.
"May it please the court" the barrister for the defense had weaselly 
eyes and a weak chin.
"The er, ah, prisoner, after confessing to having sexual relations with 
the devil, had been sentenced to,
the full application of the vaginal pear.
His Lordship, as bishop, was verifying the monks did as the civilian 
court decreed."

"Did the court also command, she watch as the pear was removed,
and her entrails pulled out, and placed in a bucket?"

The barrister for the accused had no answer to this.

"May it please the court the victim of this crime most foul,
was in fact the Reality Lords cochair on the central committee."
"Is this true?"
Weasel-eyes nodded minutely.
"He did this often?"
"348 times" the Crown prosecution responded.

Vin briefly thought of Beatrice and the steering committee
staying up nights thinking of ways to make him miserable.
No! an unworthy thought he pushing it away.

"And after simulated personalities were offered to him,
software they would scream and kick vigorously, but would
not suffer as an exact copy of a human being would?"

" 41 times"

Vin began speaking
"You have been convicted of 41 counts of premeditated murder, under 
special circumstances.
However the court wishes that this be placed in a larger context,
approximately 10,000 Reality Lords made exact copies of themselves,
avatars, living beings, who do not even know they are copies.
Despite protests from the hobbits, and two hundred fellow travelers you
proceeded to load these souls into realities where they would meet 
horrible fates."
"How many slices did the defendant have on his frame?"
"221" the Crown prosecution responded
"Okay, let's call that a hundred, 100 times 10,000 is one million"
"How many times did he kill that poor lady?"
"469"
"Okay, we'll make that a hundred as well."
"One million times one hundred if one hundred million, a lot of blood
for one person to have on their hands"

"Justice would be served if we reloaded you, in place of your victims,
and limit the experience to only the last ten minutes of their lives.
You can relive all that and about 31 continuous years."
The defendant had slumped to his knees.
"Mercy we beg the court for mercy." Weasel-eyes cried.

"The court is amenable, to discussions of mercy,
but first we will dispense with the facts.
Does either of you dispute any of this?"

Both men stood silent

"All right, while the court is discussing leniency,
let it be clearly understood, what things we are overlooking.
We have been discussing one hundred million wrongful deaths
on one computer frame, however the defendant
has been the leader of a civilization that has
committed atrocities on an unprecedented scale.
While it will take the hobbits many years to
get an exact accounting, we can say with certainty
approximately one trillion individuals have died
unpleasantly in the last three thousand years of your reign.

The hobbits clearly should indict themselves for
criminal negligence, in handing godlike powers to
civil servants.

Civil servants, now there is an oxymoron if there ever was one!
Vin thought.

The defendant will not be held accountable for the one trillion.
The defendant will not be held accountable for the one hundred million.
The defendant will not be held accountable for the wrongful deaths
of anyone but himself.
He will not be held accountable for the wrongful deaths of his
avatars before software simulations became available.

"Do either of you have anything to say before sentence is pronounced?"
The two men stood mute.

"The defendant is sentenced to relive the last five minutes
of the life of every one of his avatars who died after software
simulations made their deaths unnecessary and inexcusable."

"Do either of you have anything to say before sentence carried out?"
The two men stood mute.

They turned their heads as they felt a wave of warm air
hit them from behind, the hot air had the smell of rotten eggs
sulfur from deep underground.

Vin was standing behind them, he had maraschino red
skin, horns and a long prehensile tale with a barb on the end.
To either side of him were two gigantic hulking men with hairy chests.
It was impossible to tell whether or not they had grim expressions.
Their heads covered with black leather hoods, with eyes slits.

They dragged the screaming prisoner away.
	 _____

Vin found himself back standing on the tile floor of his kitchen.

"Oh there you are" Lady Kathy declared
"I have been looking all over for you,
it's Thursday, people will be arriving soon, your lady friend from the 
Family Association,
will be here with her son.
We have decided he will be the guest of honor.
Your mother will be here of course, and the CEO with his daughter, Young 
Leopard and his wife,
Third Base and her husband.
I've told Little Sister, to wear her schoolgirl outfit, with no 
underwear. I told her to leave the pig home
as he is not appropriate for a family get-together.
The guest of honor will get to pick whether he wants to slide Little 
Sister's skirt up, or undress a motel maid.
You need to call Beatrice and tell her whether to wear white or black, 
and you need to ....... "
Vin smiled, it was good to be home.
	 _____

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