Thongs

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How many days before Miguel found me?

He found me in the brothel, stark naked, in a filthy condition, reeling drunkenly amongst the sailors, those wonderful ruffians! I was confined to the attic room. A few tables had been brought in so that sailors could drink there, spending money as they played with me. And how they played! It was strange that it hadn't occurred to me before, this thought that I might find my peace in a brothel. They played with me as though I was a thing. They slapped me, fucked me, buggered me, passing me among them like a ball. One of their favorite games was to make me act like a bitch in heat. I was made to go around on all fours, scratching myself and sniffing their chair legs. One of them, his glass of red wine balanced high, would whip out his prick and make me sniff that and lick it. And at the same time they made me shake my buttocks as though I were wagging my tail.

And how I wagged my little tail!

I wagged it so well, my little hot buttocks quivering, the tuft of my cunt wet, for they made me pee by raising my leg just like a little dog bitch, yes, I wagged it so well they used to get down on their knees and sniff along after me. Woof-woof! And when that happened, I would raise my buttocks by sinking forward on to my forearms. A big cock would be in from the back, right in my quivering cunt! Ooooh! And then they would clap their hands in time to our quivering movements. Ride-the-hot-bitch, ride-the-hot-bitch, ride-the-hot-bitch! And his last jolt would slap me forward on to the floorboards with my belly and breasts. As often as not they would pour a glass of wine over me before the next one slapped it into me.

And one night I had a good idea. I always wanted to stir up violence in them. I was making my rounds, sniffing chair legs and ankles as usual, and they were all just beginning to get bawdy and to describe to one another just what they were going to do with me, this back and forth across the tables in the midst of drinking and laughter. Well, suddenly I cocked up my little leg and winkled on a sailor's foot. The whole room roared the laughter. The sailor upon whom I had pissed stared for a moment as though he didn't understand and then he threw back his chair with a loud crash and booted me hard on the soft underbelly so that I went sprawling on my back across the floor. "Ya filthy little bitch! Pee on me, would ya!" He leapt after me, grasping his prick from his fly as he did so, and it was hard as a bone, and he fucked me in the cunt there and then. And that night was wonderful and they did everything but kill me until the early hours of the morning.

One day Willie came. He looked worried and said that Miguel was looking for me and had threatened to kill him if he didn't find me. There had been a quarrel. Miguel suspected Prince B. of having spirited me off. Prince B. accused Miguel of having corrupted me. And it had ended in a duel. No one was killed, but Prince B. received a bullet wound in the shoulder and was still confined to bed. And it wasn't only Miguel who had contacted Willie. Prince B. had asked Willie to visit him and offered him the equivalent of a thousand pounds if he would conduct him to me. Willie didn't know what to do.

I told him to take the money and to conduct Prince B. to my kennel one night, any night when the sailors were there.

I was in the middle of my turn when he arrived, as pale as death, and leaning heavily on a stick. When I saw him standing in the doorway, I put out my tongue as a dog does and breathed quickly, like a happy bitch. He stared at me for more than a minute during which I turned my buttocks towards him and wagged my tail. That caused the sailors who had been silent since he entered to burst out again into drunken laughter. One of them got on to his knees and began to sniff me, and in that way he chased me amidst loud laughter in circles around the floor. My last sight of Prince B. was his almost collapsing against the door frame, and then suddenly he was gone. That made the sailors even more raucous. They fucked me and stuck me and made a fine mess of me that night. Willie joined in and began to show them how to use a cane.

After that I got a sound whipping every night until my bottom was red and black and blue.

Prince B. must have informed Miguel of my whereabouts. Perhaps he suspected that Miguel was the only one who could get me away. And that was true. And that was what happened.

Miguel came.

I had been wagging my little tail and a sailor was standing on a chair with his cock out and I was pretending to be begging for it as a dog does, and at that moment I saw Miguel standing in the doorway. I froze at once and stared at him. He simply nodded for me to follow him and I did. I walked right out of my wonderful life at the brothel into a carriage which took me to a country estate. There Miguel chained me naked to a wall and beat me within an inch of death.