Living in Pico's sin palace was like an unending nightmare for Ruth and Paula. They spent the first night locked in an upstairs room. Some of the louder noises drifted up to them from the large bar below, where Pico had said they'd be working the following night. Horrified at the sordid life ahead of them, they lay huddled naked together on the bed. The rooms on either side of theirs were busy, one or the other of the beds nearly always rasping under the weight of fucking bodies. It went on until a faint light began to filter in through the one barred window, signaling that the night was drawing to a close.
It was then, at dawn, when Ruth broke the news to Paula about her father's death. Paula stared dumbly at her mother for several moments, then buried her face between Ruth's breasts and broke down completely. Ruth held her, both of them crying for over an hour before a hopeless fatigue set in, bringing a deep sleep with it.
They were awakened and fed at three the next afternoon, their first meal in the whorehouse dining room (one end of the main barroom) consisting of flour tortillas, bacon, scrambled eggs, refried beans, orange juice, milk and coffee. The food was good. Ruth wolfed hers down. But Paula, still numbed by her situation and the news of her father's death, could only force a few bites down. She sat sipping orange juice, staring blankly at the other whores, listening to them chatter away in Spanish as if all was right with the world.
There were fifteen girls in all, varying in age from midteens to late thirties, most of them in their twenties. One looked Oriental, two Indian, and one was black with flashing white teeth. The others were Latin American. Ruth and Paula were the only Anglo girls, and their light skin and blonde hair made a striking contrast. Their fairness set them apart from the others. A couple of the younger girls seemed friendly, but most showed amused resentment when Ruth and Paula saw them glancing their way.
Pico and a plump, bored-looking woman he called Rosa sat at the table with Ruth and Paula. Rosa was by far the oldest and least attractive woman in the house. She spoke fair English, but nowhere near as well as Pico.
At the table next to them sat Jose, watching Paula with a worried expression as he ate. Two Latin men, almost as big and muscular as Jose, also sat at that table. One had an ugly scar running the full length of his left cheek, the other showed three front teeth missing when he laughed or smiled.
Five of the girls hurried through their meal, then four of them stood hopefully off to the side as the fifth came to the table and spoke to Pico in Spanish. He asked her a question. She pointed to the scarred man as she answered. Pico nodded. The scarred man came over. Pico gave him some money, then he and the five girls left.
"They are going to a movie," Pico explained as the front door banged shut. He grinned at Ruth. "Perhaps you and Paula will earn similar privileges one day."
A ray of hope flashed in Ruth. If she and Paula could get out of the building, even with one of those men along, there was a chance of escape.
"But of course I'd never permit you both to go out at the same time," Pico added, smirking, exploding the hope just as suddenly as he'd raised it.
Ruth shivered and lowered her gaze from his cruel eyes. She knew she could never escape and leave Paula behind. But there was a way. There had to be a way she could get Paula and herself out of this terrible place once and for all! And she determined to find a way if it was the last thing she ever did.
"I can read your mind, rubia."
"What?"
"You're thinking of escape."
"No," she lied.
"No matter. Think of it all you wish… just don't be foolish enough to try it. If either of you should succeed, it will be at the expense of the other."
"What do you mean?"
"The one left behind will die," he said calmly, lighting a cigar. "Very slowly and very painfully."
Ruth gasped. "You wouldn't!"
He laughed.
A chill swept over Ruth. She hugged herself and shuddered.
"Both of you go bathe and make yourselves pretty. Two of my most valued patrons are coming shortly. They've graciously agreed to let you practice your new profession on them. Rosa will instruct you what to do and when to do it. I would advise that you eagerly obey her every command. Don't force me to punish you. Cooperate. Your lives will be much more pleasant for it."
The instant they were alone in their room, Paula dove onto the bed and began crying bitterly. Ruth sat down beside her, patting and stroking her, trying to console her.
"I don't wanna be a whore, Mommy!" she wailed. "I want to go home!"
Tears misting her own eyes, Ruth slapped Paula hard. "Get hold of yourself! Stop crying and listen to me!"
Sniffling and rubbing her cheek, Paula sat up obediently.
"We will go home, baby. I promise you that."
"But how? Pico won't let us!"
"Hush now! Don't start that again!"
Paula shook herself and wiped her eyes.
"I don't know how yet," Ruth went on, "but there has to be a way! I'll find it. I'll get you out of here."
"It's hopeless, Mother, and you know it."
"No, it isn't. It can't be! Believe that, Paula. We'll get out of here. It'll take time, though, and for now we'll have to do as they say."
"I don't know if I can," Paula moaned.
"You have to. There's no choice."
"I'll try."
"We'll act like we've accepted things as they are. Don't cross Pico in any way… no matter how disgusting it becomes. Make him think you're trying to adapt. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good girl. I know it's going to be horrible. But we have to go along for now. When he's convinced we're broken, they won't watch us so closely. We'll find a way, Paula. We have to. And when the time is right…"
"It could take months."
"Then help me, Paula. Study everything. Help me come up with a plan."
"But what if we can't find a way?"
"We can. Believe that, or we're lost already. I promise to get you out of this, and I've never broken a promise to you, have I?"
"But this is different, Mother."
"I'll get you out of here, even if I have to stay behind."
"No! I won't let you do that! Pico would kill you!"
Ruth smiled sadly. "If we can't both escape, you'll be the one to go. Do you understand me, Paula? I'd rather be dead than have my daughter live her life as a whore."
Paula gulped.
"But we'll find some way. We're more intelligent than they are. We can do it if we put our minds to it… if we think it out carefully and find the most logical plan before we attempt it."
"I'll help you, Mother. If Jose could only talk, I believe I might get him to help us. He's in love with me, I think."
"He does what Pico says, and he only understands Spanish."
"I'll learn Spanish as fast as I can. I'll feel Jose out."
"It can't hurt, that's for sure. Come on. We'd better get cleaned up and go back before Pico comes after us. We want him to think we've given up hope and are trying to make the best of it."
"I guess it's the only way, for now," Paula said resignedly, her mind already turning over what she'd say to Jose once she could speak enough Spanish to talk to him.
The men were sitting at a table with Pico when Ruth and Paula, both of them forcing smiles, came down the stairs.
"They're so old," Paula said out of the corner of her mouth as she and her mother approached the table.
Ruth took her hand and squeezed it. The two men were old, one of them bald and skinny, the other fat and round-faced, with his gray hair clipped in a stiff crewcut. Now that she saw the men who were to be their first customers, Ruth knew she'd never be able to go through with it. She glanced at the table. The door was clear across the room. No one was near it. "The door," Ruth whispered. "Let's try for it."
"Now?"
"Right now. Run!"
Their heels clicked rapid-fire as Ruth and Paula raced past the table and ran for the door. They could hear Pico laughing uproariously even as they approached it. Then, standing before the door, they realized why Pico was laughing and no one was trying to stop them. They couldn't open the door. There was no knob on the inside – just a hole for a key. All that was required for freedom was the twist of a key, then a push on the door. Ruth and Paula pounded and pushed futilely on the heavy door. Finally they gave up, looked at each other, then went defeatedly to the waiting men.
"You can't get out without these," Pico said, holding up his keys to taunt them… "And you have the only set, I suppose," Ruth said tiredly.
"Not at all, rubia. Everyone who needs keys has them."
"But none of the girls."
Pico grinned. "You're a smart one, rubia. You catch on very quickly. Now, I'm going over there and watch while Rosa shows you how to turn hesitant men into eager customers. Learn well the art of seduction, my fair ones."
For over an hour Ruth and Paula took instructions from Rosa. They approached the evil-looking men, both of whom were around sixty, time and again learning how to smile and slink up to them, caressing them, running their tongues in their ears and fondling their cocks. By the time Rosa called a halt to the preliminaries, Ruth's face mirrored the shame and humiliation seething within her.
It was different for Paula. The skinny bald man had been assigned to her, and at the first touch of her trembling hand his cock had jumped to life. Fondling it through his trousers aroused her slightly, because sex was so new to her. He was soon handling her in return, feeling her tits and putting his hand under her dress. She tried very hard not to respond.
But it was a losing battle. After the second drink Paula's mind was fuzzy and the butterflies were swarming in her stomach. Then the man took his hard cock out and put her hand on it flesh to flesh. It felt nice and hot when she gripped it, and when he pushed her head down she could dimly hear Pico laughing as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it.
Something in her snapped. Moaning with lust, she bobbed her head willingly up and down in the squirming man's lap, taking the head of his weeping cock deep into her mouth as her cheeks hollowed in harsh suction. A hand gripped her blonde hair, pulling her mouth from the stiff rod with a lewd slurp.
Wagging her finger in front of Paula's face, Rosa scolded, "Never here, little cocksucker. Always make them pay first, then take them to a room… understand?"
Licking her lips, knowing it was crazy but wanting to suck the dick off anyway, Paula nodded.
Turning to Pico, Rosa asked, "How much for their services? They have learned enough teasing for now."
"No fee for these gentlemen this time. They are doing me a favor. Get on with it."
"Come," Rosa said.
Ruth, reeling with shame, and Paula, moving as if hypnotized, held the men's hands and followed Rosa up the stairs and down the hall to a room containing two beds. Pico was the last one in. He stood just inside the doorway, not bothering to shut the door.
"Please," Ruth begged. "Don't make us do it in the same room. Have you no decency at all?"
"In the same room," Rosa sighed. "How else can I instruct you both?"
"They are mother and daughter," Pico explained to the men.
The fat one finally began to get an erection. "Make them love each other first."
Pico grinned. "It might prove interesting, at that."
Paula blinked at her mother.
"No," Ruth pleaded. "Not that!"
"You'll do as I say!" Pico barked. "Yes… I think I'd like to see them together. Strip! Both of you!"
As Paula blushed and took off her clothes, Ruth stood numb and shivering, tears trickling down her cheeks. She was soon as naked as Paula though, because Pico had both the men help her off with her clothing. Ruth sobbed silently as the four eager hands tugged at her clothes and fondled her body.
"Put her on that bed," Pico said, and Ruth felt herself being lifted and placed in the center of the bed. "She's very beautiful, isn't she? Lie on top of your mother, little one. Show her you love her. Kiss away her tears."
When Paula hesitated, standing beside the bed and looking down into her mother's tear-streaked face, Pico blew the ashes off his cigar and held the hot end near her buttock. She jerked away before the fire touched her and, knowing he would burn her if she didn't act quickly, got onto the bed.
"I feel awful about this," Paula whispered, getting on top of her mother, letting their bodies contact, tits to tits and belly to belly, holding her pubic mound just above Ruth's.
"Spread your legs, rubia. Take your daughter between them and put your arms around her."
"I'm sorry, Mother," Paula whispered, her cunt making contact with Ruth's as she fitted between her opening thighs. When Ruth's arms went about her and hugged her maternally, Paula said, "I love you. I don't want to do this. I love you so much!"
Ruth shut her eyes and sobbed, patting Paula's back.
Then, her own eyes misting over, Paula began kissing away her mother's tears.
"Her mouth now, little one. Kiss her like you were a man."
Feeling sorrow for her mother, Paula brought her mouth to Ruth's, pressing their lips firmly together. A hand moved between their throats; fingers pulled at their chins. Paula did as she knew Pico would demand anyway. Expecting to feel revulsion, she thrust her tongue into her mother's mouth. But there was no revulsion. Ruth's mouth was sweet and warm, very pleasant to kiss even though she wasn't kissing back.
Hands covered her asscheeks, pushing down, rocking her pussy against Ruth's.
"You get the idea, little one? Do it. Hunch while you kiss."
She did as she was told, and the constant rubbing of cunt against cunt grew very enjoyable. It was terribly wrong, Paula knew, because they were both women and also mother and daughter, but she couldn't make those wonderful butterflies in her stomach believe it. They responded only to the physical sensations, ignoring her mental pleas and multiplying at an unbelievable rate.
Then hands were grasping Paula's ankles, tugging at them, urging her mouth from Ruth's, pulling her down until her face was lying between her mother's large breasts. It wasn't necessary for Pico to order her this time. Paula palmed the side of those warm tits and pulled both nipples close together. Kissing and sucking instinctively, she moved from one to the other. Soon Ruth's pink buds grew hard to her lips and tongue. "Mother… oh, Mother!"
With a mournful groan, Ruth shut her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip.
"Suck her pussy," Rosa chuckled.
Paula could feel her mother trembling as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "I want to, Mother! God help me… but I do!"
"God help us both!" Ruth moaned, patting Paula's shoulder with one hand as she pushed her head lower with the other.
Hurriedly Paula scooted down and brought her mouth to her mother's slippery cunt. She opened her mouth wide, fitted her lips hotly to the hairy blonde opening, then stuck in her tongue as far as it would go.
Ruth stiffened. "Ohhhh… ohhhh!" Then a tremor passed through her body as she flung her legs wide and held Paula's face firmly to her loins.
The next instant Pico grabbed Paula and turned her around, pushing her face back into her mother's cunt and her cunt into her mother's face. When Ruth grabbed her ass and shoved her hot tongue deep into her pussy, Paula thought she'd pass out from the bliss careening through her. She sucked and licked furiously, Ruth doing the same to her. For little more than a minute were they left alone, then Paula was picked up bodily and dumped onto the other bed.
"You bastards!" Ruth cried. "You perverted bastards!"
The bed sagged as the fat man joined Ruth. He mounted her, plunged his cock to the hilt in her spit-slick cunt, hunched twice, then pulled out, dripping her juice, and straddled her. On his knees he walked up the bed until his purplish glans was bumping her chin. There, without a word, he cupped her head and lifted her mouth to him, pulling her lips over his hot knob, forcing her teeth apart, thrusting his smelly dick so far and fast into her moist oral cavern that she gagged as the cockhead pressed at the back of her throat. "Suck it, rubia!"
Her mind reeling with shame and lust, Ruth gripped the man's fleshy ass and bobbed her head on his cock.
"Ohhh… not there! Not in my butt!"
Moaning as she sucked rapaciously on the strange man's dick, Ruth glanced at the other bed out of the corner of her eye. There was Paula, on her hands and knees, the skinny man taking his position behind her, holding her hips as he sank his shaft between her quivering asscheeks.
"Oh… too big… it's too big!" Paula gasped. Then she sucked in her breath raggedly, her eyes growing very wide as the man flattened her ass with his stomach. "UNG… UNG! Ohhh… oh, cripes!"
Panting for breath, Paula dropped her face to the pillow and moaned soulfully as the man began fucking her ass with rapid thrusts.
That night Ruth turned eight tricks and Paula twelve. Ruth's fifth customer of the evening was an American sailor, a chief petty officer. As soon as she was in a room with him, she blurted out the story of how and why she and Paula were there. He didn't believe her. She was horrified when he only laughed and told her what a vivid imagination she had. While he was fucking her she begged him to help, pleaded with him to at least report what she'd told him to the police.
"Sure, baby… sure," he mumbled drunkenly, still humping away. "Now shake that hot ass and make it good for me, huh?"
"Oh, thank you… thank you so much!" Ruth wailed, hugging him, slamming her pelvis up to meet him, making it as good for him as she possibly could.
But as he left the room while she was cleaning herself, he glanced at her and shook his head, muttered, "Crazy broad," then went out laughing as Ruth stared incredulously after him.